Actually, this human was not walking slowly. Unfortunately, the temple was too huge. After all, the entire temple was built based on the size of a titan.
The majesty in the eyes of titans is almost boundless to humans. The side door of the temple that cannot be called the main entrance is three times three, a total of nine football fields.
After some estimation, it would take about... five kilometers to get from the portal to Thorim's throne.
Guys who play Storm and Thunder never have any patience.
The giant sitting on the throne snapped his fingers, and a blanket made of thunder suddenly appeared under the feet of the tiny human.
The thunder did not hurt the human at all. Instead, it acted like a mount, carrying the human at high speed to the throne of Thorim.
Thunder surrounded the giant's back, as docile as a tabby cat. Apart from the occasional crackling sound of electricity, there was no excess energy overflowing or causing any damage.
The giant spoke.
"I, Thorim, the Keeper of Storms, was sent to Wyrmrest Temple to send a message, but what came back was an empty shell?"
The young human smiled and bowed. "You can call me Mark Dooku, the man who destroyed Sargeras' largest fortress in the Twisting Nether. Of course, you can also call me by my name in this world - Edmund Duke, the Guardian of Azeroth."
After saying this, Duke looked at this not-so-strange titan Guardian through the eyes of Mark Dooku.
Like most guardians, Thorim had a very large body. In terms of height, he was about the same as the giants of Archavon, about ten stories tall. His figure was more balanced than Archavon's, more like a human.
The earthy skin color, which is slightly brown, makes people think of the earth at first.
He had a typical square face, with some strange pink-white hair that reached his chin, but coupled with his extremely burly figure and the huge hammer that constantly emitted lightning, he had the aura of a guardian.
There was a round decoration with a blue border and a white background on his shoulder armor, belt, arm armor, and leg armor, which looked like an incandescent lamp. Although it looked a little ridiculous, anyone with a little sensitivity would feel the thunderous power contained in it.
As for his brown and black lace ribbons, they can be ignored.
Duke's words made Thorim's face straighten.
As the guardian of titan, he doesn't care about anything in the outside world. He only cares about his duties and everything related to titan.
Thorim knew that Sargeras had betrayed the Pantheon when the titans left Azeroth.
Duke, who was able to humiliate the Pantheon traitor, naturally deserves to be held in high esteem.
After a brief pause, Thorim spoke: "Well, Edmund Duke, I admit that you are qualified to talk to me on an equal footing. Before we formally talk, let me ask you a question. I remember that the place where I asked for help was the Wyrmrest Temple. Why did you come here?"
"Respected Guardian, the place you are guarding is only Ulduar. The place the five-colored guardian dragons are guarding is the entire Azeroth. Just today, in the Icecrown Glacier west of Ulduar, Arthas, who claimed to be the Lich King, murdered the magical guardian dragon Malygos and almost turned him into a corrupted dracolich. The combat power of the Wyrmrest Temple is very limited, so I, who am more adept at handling such matters, was asked to come and help."
After saying that, Mark Dooku threw out a scroll.
Thorim raised his hand, and a cluster of lightning flew out, and the scroll opened. Suddenly, a green light lit up, and an illusory piece of letter paper appeared in the air.
The paper was filled with titan words written with a faint divine power. This was Alexstrasza's personal letter. Each guardian had his own unique mark and narrative style, which could not be deceived at all.
After reading the letter, Thorim completely trusted Duke.
"Alexstrasza, Ysera, and Nozdormu jointly recommend you as the sole agent of Wyrmrest Temple to assist in resolving the crisis in Ulduar. After reading the letter, I have to admit that you are amazing. You have completely surpassed the limits of mortals. Even I envy your achievements. It's a pity that my mission restricts me, otherwise I would be willing to join you in fighting against the evildoers who betrayed the titans."
"Thank you for your trust." Duke bowed again: "If you have any trouble with Storm Temple, please tell me directly."
Thorim sighed and told the story of Loken.
This was exactly the same as what Duke had revealed to the Wyrmrest Temple before, so Duke asked Mark to pretend to be listening attentively, but he was actually dealing with official documents.
Until we get to the point:
Thorim was resolute and said: "Loken killed my wife and made my supporters turn against me. He took everything from me, but everything will change... Regardless of whether there is Wyrmrest Temple or your assistance, I will go to the Temple of Wisdom in person to settle accounts with Loken!"
Duke smiled: "Please do not question my sincerity. Those who harm Azeroth are my enemies. Since I have killed 'Thun, I don't mind killing one more Yogg-Saron."
After that, Duke took out a ring.
Ring of the Fallen God
The properties of this ring are no longer in line with the times today. To be honest, Duke doesn't think much of it.
The key to the ring is that it is made from one of 'Thun's eyes.
This is the best proof.
Thorim stood up suddenly, his huge body rising from the ground like a small mountain. "That's right! It's this similar smell. Even if this ring is washed with holy light, I can still smell the stench of the corrupt god."
Duke saw that Thorim's emotions were fully aroused and smiled mysteriously: "Admit it, Thorim. Your power will be greatly weakened if you leave the Temple of Storms. You cannot defeat Loken in the Temple of Wisdom. But if you follow my method, I can guarantee that you will avenge your wife."
As soon as Duke said this, Thorim's blue eyes, which already glowed with a faint divine light, became even brighter!
"Okay! You tell me, I'll do it!"
"I still need you to be defeated miserably by Locke, but before that, please go somewhere secretly first..."
The death of his wife stimulated Thorim's nerves all the time. Without much hesitation, Thorim nodded heavily: "Okay!"
That night, there was a howling wind and thunder and lightning.
Outside the Temple of Wisdom, just north of the Temple of Storms, Thorim held high his thunder hammer and roared loudly while riding his beloved mount, the Protoss-Dragon Veranus.
"Loken - I am here - for Sif! For justice! For those watchers who have been corrupted by you!"