In any case, that scene was rather tasteless.
Inside, Aman 'thul slowly removed the last shackles on his body.
The Father of the Gods did not care about the suppression of the four matriarchs. Over the past 25,000 years, the ones who had truly suppressed them and regained their bodies and souls were Sargeras, Kil 'jaeden, Archimonde, and Argus the Nirvanic.
As long as these evil figures were around, even if they were temporarily freed, they would only gain a short period of freedom before being suppressed again.
Aman 'thul and the others would definitely not do such a thankless thing.
Don't think that the Titans were so noble and did not have a temper.
After being tortured for so many years, even Buddha would have a temper.
The fact that they did not kill the four matriarchs and revive them before killing them again was already a testament to their moral integrity.
With a light wave of his hand, Suraya and the corpses of the three matriarchs disappeared without a sound. They turned into dust and disappeared in the hot, turbid wind of the Burning Throne.
Aman 'thul was very careful. He had only injected a little of his soul to activate the remnant body and soul. With another wave of his hand, the battered body had already donned a set of blue robes. From the looks of it, he was once again the noble and supreme Father of the Gods.
"Thank you, mortal heroes. Now, the final moment has arrived. Sargeras is about to revive on Planet Azeroth. We must hurry back to the Pantheon. Only then will we have enough power to stop Sargeras. "Aman 'thul nodded at the women in Duque's harem, a smile appearing on his face for the first time in a long time.
Tyrande took a step forward. "Defeating Argus the Nirvanic is also a very important part. Duque said that with his power alone, it will take a long time to defeat the Nirvanic. "
The Titans looked at each other, and Aman 'thul spoke again. "Don't worry. We will take action. "
"Thank you very much." Tyrande led the women and bowed to the Titans.
"The Pantheon will remember your kindness for eternity."
This was Aman 'thul's promise.
An opportunity to make the Pantheon Temple owe them a big favor was something that only happened once in a billion years.
Once they defeated the Burning Legion, as long as the Pantheon didn't perish again, the people of Azeroth would be able to do whatever they wanted in this universe.
With a wave of his hand, Aman 'sur and the rest of the Titans left with the corpses.
The physical departure was not a true departure.
Giant humanoid figures with the silhouettes of Titans were left behind. They looked a little like the observer Duque had been dealing with, Orgallon. There were dozens of miniature stars twinkling inside the humanoid figure, it was the compressed power of the star.
Unlike Orgaron, the faces of these figures were translucent. It was easy to tell if they were Aman 'Thul or Nogannon.
"Let's go! Wake that good-for-nothing up, "Khaz'gros spat.
"Yes." Aman 'Sur nodded.
Another teleportation door opened beside them. This time, Aiona, the Life Bestower, sent in an astral soul clone.
The 'good-for-nothing' that the Titans were talking about was naturally Agramma, the avenger who had been tortured into confessing and surrendered to Sargeras.
Agramma was a male Titan. During the time of the Pantheon, he had bronze skin wrapped under a golden robe.
He used to be Sargeras' adjutant, filling the empty position after Sargeras left and becoming a member of the Pantheon. His duty was to fight against the Burning Legion and the corruption of the demons. Although he had never shown his emotions, he harbored a strong hatred and anger towards Sargeras' betrayal.
Unfortunately, emotions were very complicated. The opposite of hatred could be love.
The other Titans had resisted for 25,000 years and never truly surrendered. He was the only one who surrendered. This was really awkward.
Other than the Pantheon dealing with Sargeras, Agramma also had to convince him to abandon the dark side and join the light side.
How?
With his fists, of course!
On the other side, Illidan was in a sorry state.
In the original history, as the true Son of Light and Darkness, he carried the hopes of the entire village. Oh no, he carried the hopes of the entire Night Elves if they failed to resist the Burning Legion. For 10,000 years, he lived like a villain, but he never lost his moral integrity. He was completely different from a certain Du who had a harem all over the world under the banner of a hero.
In the original story, Illidan was very strong. Although he wasn't a proud dragon, his power was at least at the peak of demigods.
Unfortunately, he didn't know if Du Moke had taken away his dream lover, but at the same time, his luck was also taken away.
Illidan's pride was still off the charts, but his power couldn't keep up, and the opponents he chose were a little bad. After [Avenger] Agramma fell, his power was reduced to that of a dog.
The problem was that he used to be a professional demon slayer!
His body was covered in flames, and ordinary people would be burned to death if they came within a kilometer of him.
Illidan had a heart like the Holy Light, and he was a good person deep down, but his body and power were of the demon bloodline.
When they fought, he was quite restrained.
He and Agramma were in a state where they were almost defenseless against each other.
Illidan's speed was not something that Agramma could catch up with. Almost every time Illidan flew, he could leave a deep wound on Agramma's huge body.
Similarly, Illidan could only endure the damage from Agramma's Aura of Fire. He also had to dodge Agramma's three attacks.
Oh my god! F * ck you! What the f * ck!
Oh, no, no, no!
It should be [Tesharak's Sword Technique], the five-hit combo!
Although he did not know if this was what the silent avenger was saying in his heart …
The five-hit combo only had three moves. They were [Enemy Destroyer], which had a cone-shaped area of effect, [Flame Rend], which originally needed a group of people to share the damage, and [Scorching Storm], which bombarded the entire area.
Every move of the huge two-handed greatsword was earth-shattering.
The originally flat ground of the hall was all built with high-hardness Argus bricks that were soaked with dark energy. Every stone here only needed to be slightly infused with intelligence to become a powerful Hellfire Elite.
Even such a solid ground was easily flipped into the air like sand on a beach.
One [Enemy Destroyer], and the cone-shaped area of effect that was larger than a basketball court instantly lowered the altitude by ten meters.
One [Flame Rend], and the pillars that were thousands of meters away were instantly pulverized.
Not to mention [Scorching Storm], that ultimate move that turned the entire hall into a purgatory, even the demons who were said to be the most adaptable to heat and flames could not withstand it.
At that moment, a few huge shadows suddenly appeared at the entrance of the hall where the two were fighting.
Aman 'Thul's avatar stood at the entrance, his eyes filled with holy light and a peerless aura.
"Wake up! Agramma! It's time to punish the traitor! "
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