The Temple of Wisdom, another temple with typical titan style.
I don't know if it was to intimidate those ignorant creatures, or if it was to save trouble when the titans created them.
The appearance of the five temples can no longer be described as "strikingly similar"; they are all cut from the same mold.
The temple on the top of the snow-capped peak is a huge ring supported by eight huge, nearly Greek-style columns that require thirty people to hug, forming a shape similar to a round sandwich cookie.
The white marble columns and stone rings are decorated with noble gold patterns, with mysterious titan runes on them. On the circular floor with hexagons as the core element, along the edge of the temple are divine floor lamps that look like headbands. Bound by the half-metal and half-wooden floor lamp frames are clusters of mysterious yellow energy balls, providing brilliant lighting for the temple.
However, at this moment, the Temple of Wisdom was completely silent. Even a needle falling to the ground could be heard clearly. There was no sound of wind or insects. It was even more silent than a grave.
Not only that, the inner part of the corridor was covered with a layer of fog, making it impossible to see what was inside.
"Loken! There's no use running away! I know you're here!" The huge proto-dragon Veranus under Thorim's crotch let out a loud roar.
Unfortunately, his master was too big, and the scene made Mark Dooku, who followed Thorim to the top of the mountain, feel a little ridiculous. The cry just now must have been caused by being overwhelmed.
After all, the two's body shapes are almost in a one-to-one ratio.
Veranus did not have the long snake-necked body of his dragon cousins. Instead, his short, thick neck made his upper body look a bit like a crocodile.
Thorim landed on the huge platform of the Temple of Wisdom that was half suspended in the air, and his mount landed with him. The forearms of the proto-dragon were wings, unlike the giant dragons, whose forearms and wings were separate. Veranus' huge and strong wings folded together, looking like two arms with wings.
Following Thorim into the Temple of Wisdom, Duke quickly read the data of the surrounding environment from the puppet: "Huh? This is really smart!"
Before the furious Thorim noticed the changes in his surroundings, Duke had already seen everything clearly in the data feedback.
At this moment, the fog and darkness shrouding the temple suddenly dissipated, revealing the giant sitting on the throne of wisdom.
Compared to Thorim, he is of similar stature.
The biggest difference is that his entire body is golden from head to toe.
He had golden skin, golden shoulder-length hair, a golden square face, and a white headband that tied his hair so that it would fall to the back of his head. He also had an extra small braid tied behind his head.
His body also gave people a square feeling, with two huge and slender white shoulder straps hanging from his shoulder armor, draped over his chest and down to his knees.
The pure white clothing and accessories make it hard to regard him as an ordinary villain. How should I put it?
A hypocrite in white?
Thorim saw at a glance that Loken's throne of wisdom had been entangled by some dark vines. He immediately showed a painful expression: "As expected! Loken, you have fallen!"
There was a smile on Loken's golden face. He stood up and raised his golden arms, looking crazy: "Degeneration? No! This should be sublimation! My master once showed me the future. There is no place for you in it. Azeroth will be reborn in darkness, Yogg-Saron will be released, and the Pantheon will eventually fall."
Thorim had a very straightforward character. When he heard the words "The fall of the Pantheon", he could no longer hold back!
"Loken! This is the titan's judgment on you—"
After saying this, Thorim threw out his huge hammer filled with thunder.
It was as if the momentum was throwing an entire mountain away!
That is the ultimate power that condenses Thorim's thunder force for thousands of years!
The momentum is of course extremely terrifying...
That's how it should have been.
The moment the hammer left Thorim's hand, the light shining on the hammer was as bright as the morning sun. After only flying halfway in the air, it became like the setting sun. When the hammer fell on Loken, it had already become dim, like a firefly in the dark night.
There is no need to calculate, just by looking at it you can tell that this attack did not cause much damage to Locke.
Loken laughed at Thorim's stupidity: "Perhaps you have a chance of winning the battle with me in your Storm Temple, but you will be as fragile as a waste if you leave the Storm Temple. You should learn from the big lizards in Wyrmrest Temple. If it is not your business, don't get involved."
That's right, Loken knew very well that Thorim would lose most of his power once he left the Temple of Storms, so he deliberately lured Thorim to his Temple of Wisdom for a decisive battle.
"Roar—" Sensing his master's failure, the ancestor dragon Veranus strode forward, opened his huge mouth, and tried to attack Loken.
However, an arc-like attack fell from the sky and hit the Proto-Dragon fiercely. It looked like a thunder attack, but in fact it had nothing to do with the wind element. It was an arcane attack.
Veranus' whole body convulsed and he could not move.
"Loken--" Thorim pounced forward, but was knocked down by another arc of arcane light and fell to the ground like a dead dog.
Thorim was in shock and anger. He might have expected to be at a disadvantage, but he never thought that the difference would be so huge.
A slight gap may be made up by perseverance, will and technology, but the gap in strength between an ant and an elephant is big enough to make any existence despair.
Loken grabbed Thorim's neck and lifted his whole body up.
"Uh - uh wow - let me go - you let me go -" Thorim roared weakly. He desperately slapped Loken's arms and shoulders with his hands and feet, but to no avail.
Originally, the two guardians were of similar size, so their strength should be about the same. But why did it feel like Loken and Thorim were like a rough man molesting a little girl?
At this moment, a male voice suddenly reached the ears of the two guardians who were fighting.
"Thorim, is this what you called the Battle of Reckoning? I am really disappointed!" The one who spoke was naturally Duke.
It was not until this moment that the two great gods remembered that there was indeed such an inconspicuous existence.
Locke ignored it because the power fluctuations emitted by Mark were too weak.
Thorim was a typical hot-blooded fool, so angry that he completely forgot about Duke's existence.
At this time, Thorim turned around in surprise and shouted, "Edmund Duke, do something!"
"Do something? I will." A mysterious smile appeared on Duke's face.