Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Since Tyr fled with the Norgannon Disc, Loken was worried that his crimes would be revealed, and he had been hiding in Ulduar for many years.

I don't know if Yogg-Saron, who was gradually getting rid of the shackles after the catastrophe, instilled some poisonous chicken soup into him.

After the War of the Ancients ended, Loken's scope of activities gradually expanded, as evidenced by his blatant appearance in Grizzly Hills.

"Andrea, although I'm sorry, please forgive us for refusing."

Although Alexstrasza's tone was very gentle, she resolutely rejected Andrea's proposal.

"We can't confirm whether Loken's betrayal you said is true. Even if it is, we can't take the initiative to launch an attack on the Titan Guardian."

'As expected...'

Andrea sighed softly, "Even if Tyr, who summoned you to resist Galakrond and gave you the power of protection after the war, died in the hands of Loken?"

"What?!"

Ysera stood up in surprise, "Andrea, you said Tyr is dead?"

Andrea nodded solemnly, "I won't joke about this kind of thing, you should know that Tyr lost an arm in the battle of Galakrond, and later Mimiron and Azadas jointly built it for him. A silver hand."

Alexstrasza nodded and said, "We have personally experienced this matter, of course we are very clear."

"That's easy to say."

Andrea turned to look at the blue dragon Elegos, "Advisor Elegos, please help us to the Tirisfal Forest, where Tyr's relic stands."

"Huh? Oh, no problem."

Alegos, who was habitually distracted, nodded before agreeing.

...

In the Tomb of Tyr in the western part of the Tirisfal Glades, the ruins of the buildings left by the high elves before they moved here are still clearly preserved.

A huge silver hand stood in the small lake above the tomb. Alexstrasza, Ysera, and even Malygos who rushed over after getting the news looked at the familiar hand in a daze. Silver Arm.

Malygos was a little depressed. "Yes, I still remember it clearly. It was indeed Tyr's arm."

Ysera silently bowed her head and prayed to the Titans for Tyr, and then she asked sadly, "Did Tyr really die at the hands of Loken?"

Andrea shook his head, "Loken is the mastermind, but he is not the one who did it himself."

"Tyr died of self-detonation. In order to cover the evacuation of Azadas and Elonaya, he dragged two ancient god generals by himself, killed one by self-detonation, and seriously injured the other."

Andrea pointed to the land under her feet, "The humans living in Tirisfal today are the descendants of the followers of Tyr. Years of degeneration have made them the humans they are today, but the legends about Tyr are still circulating in this area. on the land."

Alexstrasza was silent for a while, "Sorry, I still can't attack Loken, the King of Wisdom, until I get definite evidence."

"Is that so... whatever."

Although a little disappointed, the development of the situation did not exceed Andrea's expectations.

It's up to people to plan things, but it's up to God to make things happen. Regardless of the success rate, valuable attempts are still necessary.

'Without the help of the guardian dragon, it is almost impossible for mortals to defeat Loken, so we have to find another way. '

While the three dragon kings silently bowed their heads to pray for Tyr, Andrea flew above the Tirisfal Forest to have a bird's-eye view of the development of human beings.

As expected, after the high elves left, the pressure on humans to face the attacks of trolls increased exponentially.

The human clans that originally existed in multiple small tribes began to integrate under the oppression of foreign enemies. A large tribe with the largest number of people occupied the most fertile land in the southern part of the Tirisfal Forest. Andrea knew that this place would be called ... Lordaeron.

...

After Loken joined the battlefield like a brawler, the night elves who originally had the upper hand retreated across the board.

But what has happened is irreversible. Gjalerbron, the base behind Voldron, was blown up, and millions of sleeping vrykul died in their sleep.

If the Vrykul want to mobilize reinforcements, they can only go from Utgarde Castle through Skorn to Voldron. The supply line is very long and it is easy to be attacked.

Even with Loken in command, the vrykul of Voldron would not dare to march indiscriminately.

With his body of steel, Loken can avoid eating, but as a mortal vrykul, he cannot.

"Are you going to the Storm Peaks for help?"

On the front line of Zul'Drak, Shandris looked at Andrea in surprise, "Are you sure? Although Loken has left the Storm Peaks, Yogg-Saron is still there, in case he is caught..."

Andrea shook his head, "It's not that easy. Yogg-Saron hasn't completely escaped the seal yet. Without Loken, a loyal dog who firmly executes his orders, his orders cannot leave Ulduar at all."

Among several guardians, except for Thorim, the Storm King, who wandered in Ulduar due to self-blame in his heart, the guardians including Mimiron, Freya and Hodir were all imprisoned in Ulduar. internal.

Due to Yogg-Saron's bewitching, the three guardians were corrupted to varying degrees, but not as severely as Loken.

It is unrealistic to count on the guardians of Ulduar, and entering the once holy city of the Titans is purely self-inflicted.

The lion was about to be dealt with by the lion, and the only reinforcement Andrea wanted to find was Thorim, the guardian of the Temple of Storms.

Andrea gently hugged his wife, "Don't worry, I'm sure."

"Due to logistical problems, Voldron's Vrykul have temporarily stood still, and Loken has not taken the initiative to attack. Once they are ready, it will be difficult for our troops left in Moonfall Fortress and Risk Bay to stop a Titan Guardian." .”

"The guardian dragon can't make a move. In order to save the situation, I can only venture into the storm cliff. As long as I can persuade Thorim to help, even if I can't kill Loken, I can push him back."

...

The storm cliffs, a snow-covered mountain range, various Titan buildings headed by Ulduar can be seen everywhere.

Andrea didn't make any stops on the way, and after asking Malygos about the route, she turned into a golden eagle and flew directly to the Temple of Storms.

Thorim's Temple of Storms is located on the west side of the mountain plain where the engine of the creator is located, at the highest point of Mount Otis.

The altitude of the Storm Cliffs was already very high, and the Temple of Storms was located on the top of the mountains. As Andrea climbed up to the height, he could clearly feel that the oxygen in the vicinity was getting thinner and thinner.

The followers of Thorim are a group of female vrykul who maintain a matriarchal society.

On the way Andrea climbed to the sky, she met many female knights riding proto-dragons patrolling around the Temple of Storms. When they noticed this strange bird climbing towards the Temple of Storms, the proto-dragon knights immediately chased after him. .

Having a small body has its advantages. No matter how the proto-dragon knights threw chain harpoons, Andrea was always able to deftly dodge all their attacks.

"Knights, stand down and let this alien warrior enter my temple."

A thick and majestic voice came from the Temple of Storms not far above, and the female knight immediately scattered away after hearing the order, and Andrea landed smoothly on the wide square of the Temple of Storms.

While turning back into a human form, Andrea raised his head and looked forward.

A steel giant with eyes flashing blue lightning and wearing clothes similar to Loken's was sitting on a huge throne, leaning on the armrest with one hand to prop up his side face, looking at the tiny man in front of him with interest. of mortals.