Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

In the village of Waldron, there is a huge metal seat in the center of the square, and a giant Shi Shiran, who is dressed in simple but noble clothes, sits on it.

The tall and strong vrykul stood in front of him like a child who hadn't grown up, while a fully armored vrykul leader bowed his head to report to the giant.

"Master, the supplies have been delivered, and we are ready to resume the war."

"Hmph! Is it finally here?"

The giant stood up from the seat in dissatisfaction, "Let's begin, this farce should come to an end, my warriors, crush those blasphemous mortals!"

...

In the night elf frontline camp on the other side of the river, Commander-in-Chief Nawaz noticed the clamoring atmosphere in Voldrunne, put down the binoculars in his hand, and his face revealed a worried expression.

"It seems that the supplies of the Vrykul have arrived, and this war with no chance of winning may be inevitable."

Although Loken is the weakest of all guardians, but that is only compared with other titan guardians, facing mortals, he still has an overwhelming advantage in strength.

Nawaz turned his head solemnly and said to the adjutant, "Get ready for the battle, push the remaining arcane puppets to the front line, we must block the attacks of Loken and the Vrykul, at least until Lord Andrea returns! "

With Loken personally leading the battle to boost morale, the vrykul rushed out of Voldron roaring excitedly.

They ignored their comrades who fell under the bombardment of the magic cannon, and turned a blind eye to the large group of comrades who were covered by the joint spell of the high-level elf mages. They just held their heads up and used 120% of their strength to charge bravely.

Facing the high morale of the Vrykul, Nawaz calmly mobilized the night elf army to take a defensive position.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

Nawaz, who has been through battles for a long time, believes that this group of Vrykul who have been beaten with blood will not be able to maintain this state for a long time. As long as he can block their most threatening first wave of impact, he is sure that if Loken does not participate in the battle Continue to delay time steadily.

However, as the king of wisdom, Loken was proficient in various strategies, and he could easily see through the intentions of the night elf commander.

"Heh~ Are you looking for reinforcements?"

"Boom!"

As Loken's left hand shimmering with golden light stretched forward, violent thunder and lightning fell into the night elf camp out of thin air, and the night elf soldiers were caught off guard and turned on their backs.

The continuous thunder and lightning forced the arcanists to stop attacking and instead began to build a defensive barrier covering the entire camp.

Without the support of the mage group, the vrykul's attack became even more ferocious. More than a dozen arcane puppets had been demolished at the front line, and the night elf warriors and bear form druids standing side by side with the arcane puppets immediately went up to them.

In short combat, the casualties of both sides kept rising. Compared with the fertile Vrykul, this life-for-life fighting method was very disadvantageous to the night elves.

Nawaz pursed his lips tightly and ordered loudly, "The rifle team is ready, three-stage shooting!"

Three rows of elf gunners armed with magic rifles stepped forward one after another to fire magic beams, and the energy-consuming magic machine guns also began to show their power, temporarily blocking the vrykul's charge momentum.

However, the threat posed by Loken, who hid in the back and summoned lightning one after another, was very obvious. The defensive barrier jointly arranged by the Arcanists was crumbling under the bombardment of the Thunder, and he alone was able to contain the thousands of Arcanists with ease. .

Not only that, while Loken was suppressing the Arcanist Legion, he was also able to use his hand to shoot the arcane puppets on the field. As the number of puppets decreased, the pressure on the night elves' originally solid frontline became greater and greater.

The Chimera cavalry in the sky and the proto-dragon cavalry were entangled together, and it was impossible to tell the winner in a short time, but the situation was tilting towards the Vrykul under the guidance of Loken's understatement.

"Loken, stop!"

A blue thunderbolt suddenly struck down from the sky, less than one meter away from where Loken was standing, and the splashed mud even got onto the King of Wisdom's body, making him frown.

"boom!"

A giant crashed down from the sky, and the huge mass caused the nearby ground to shake violently.

"hold head high!"

Following the angry roar of the huge blue proto-dragon, most of the red proto-dragons controlled by the Vrykul began to tremble on the spot, and landed on the ground disheveledly with their tails folded.

"Thorim..."

Loken looked at the fallen giant with a gloomy expression. Doubt and vigilance flashed in his eyes. He obviously didn't expect that Thorim, who had been autistic for many years, would suddenly leave the Temple of Storms and come to Grizzly Bear Hills.

"Loken, what are you doing!"

Thorim looked at the situation on the battlefield, and said angrily to Loken, "Have you forgotten what you said when you reprimanded me? How can the guardian participate in the war of mortals? What are you thinking!"

Loken's face changed, and he quickly put on a warm smile, "Thorim, don't get excited, my family members are invaded by alien species, and they are calling for help from me, so I can't just turn a blind eye, right?"

"What is an alien species!"

Thorim pointed at Loken with his warhammer and retorted, "The night elves have taken root in Northrend many years ago, don't tell me you don't know the existence of Sandara City!"

"Hehe, this..."

Before Loken could roll his eyes and think of a more suitable excuse, Thorim interrupted him, "Stop talking nonsense! I have something important to ask you."

Staring closely at Loken, Thorim followed Andrea's suggestion, watching the subtle changes in his face, and said word by word, "Loken, Sif died at your hands, right?" ?”

There was a look of horror on Loken's face for a moment. Although he concealed it quickly, Thorim, who had been staring at him, still noticed the flash of horror.

The expression on his face became more and more kind, but Loken's left hand was quietly behind his back, "Thorim, what are you talking about, Sif died at the hands of Angrim, didn't the truth of this matter come to light in the first place?" ?”

Thorim, who was immersed in sadness and anger, didn't notice this detail, and Andrea hurriedly reminded him in a low voice beside him, "Pay attention to his left hand, and be careful of Loken's tricks."

Thorim quickly calmed down after being reminded, and he asked again in a deep voice, "Where is the evidence? Back then, I was overwhelmed by anger and killed Angrim without saying a word, but I didn't get any frost giants." Proof of committing a crime."

"Also, how did Tyr die, and why did he suffer from Zakaz, who was sealed by us long ago..."

Loken's face changed rapidly, and before Thorim finished speaking, he suddenly looked at the sky behind Thorim in surprise, "Freya, why are you here?"

"Um?"

Just when Thorim was about to turn around to check, Andrea didn't care to hide himself, and reminded loudly, "Don't be fooled!"

Loken's left hand covered with golden lightning stretched out towards Thorim, and it was about to hit Thorim who was inattentive.

At the critical moment, Thorim turned his head back again, and hastily raised his warhammer to block Loken's attack route.

"Snapped!"

The golden and blue thunderbolts collided, and the weaker Loken and Thorim fought to a draw.

Dominated by the panic in his heart, unable to make a single blow, Loken didn't dare to stay any longer, and turned into a golden thunderbolt and fled towards the sky.

"Stop! I haven't finished my question yet!"

Thorim immediately planned to call his mount to follow Loken, but Andrea stood up and stopped him.

"Stop chasing him. Once he escapes into Ulduar, you are just asking for your own death if you send him home."

"Thorim, you should calm down and think about how you're going to go next."