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Sharlayan and Valeera, who were sitting in the archives, could already hear the huge movement from the underground of Ulduar. Obviously, the final decisive battle between the guardians and Yogg-Saron had begun.

If it was Yogg-Saron in his heyday, it would be very difficult for the Titan Guardian with an uneven lineup to defeat him.

But today's Yogg-Saron has not completely escaped the seal set by the Titan himself.

In the words of barrage jokes, Yogg-Saron is facing a dungeon of Ulduar with six lights difficulty, and if he wants to get through it by himself, it is a proper hell difficulty.

The vibration from Ulduar's underground lasted for more than an hour. Sharlayan and Valeera just took advantage of this time to explain the actual situation of Azeroth to Algalon.

Sharlayan didn't know if the star saint who couldn't see his face listened, anyway, he said everything that should be said, including the current situation of the Pantheon.

That's right, there was no one else around anyway, Sharlayan also told Algalon the secret news that the Pantheon was taken over by Sargeras.

Algalon, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up.

"Mortal, you said that the Pantheon was completely destroyed by Sargeras?"

Algalon obviously didn't believe this: "It's ridiculous, the bronze titan Sargeras is indeed very strong, but at most he's on par with Aman'Thul, the father of the gods, and with the assistance of other titans, how could he Probably won."

Sharlayan shrugged helplessly: "Don't ask me, I don't know why the Pantheon was able to fight the tailwind like this. Anyway, the result of that battle was like this, believe it or not."

"My entrustment has told you that it is up to you to decide whether to take action."

Algalon pondered for a moment before whispering: "...I haven't contacted the Titans for a long time. I will return to the Pantheon to witness with my own eyes whether the news you provided is true or not."

"If it's true... I will accept your commission and find Eonar, the mother of the gods, as soon as possible."

"Okay." Sharlayan smiled indifferently: "Then it's settled, wait until Yogg-Saron is re-sealed, and you have a good chat with the Great Guardian, hoping to change your attitude toward Ai. Xerath's current view."

Just at this time, the vibration from the ground finally stopped, and Sharlayan and Valeera looked at each other thoughtfully.

"It looks like it's over...Algalon, which side do you think will win."

Algalon said in a calm tone: "If the information about Yogg-Saron provided by Loken the Wisdom Guardian is true, given the current state of the Thousand Throat Demon, the probability of defeating the six guardians is very small."

Sarlayan curled his lips and complained: "This kind of cold analysis again, you are really boring, your life is not interesting at all, do you only know how to do business?"

"Fun?" Algalon shook his head incomprehensibly: "No need, the Star Saints shoulder the important task of assisting the Pantheon to maintain the order of the universe. The so-called fun of life is not what we should consider."

Valeera rolled her eyes angrily: "Okay, overtime maniac, your analysis should be correct, I can already feel the energy fluctuations of the seal strengthening."

The surviving seals of the three ancient gods in Azeroth were all arranged by the titans themselves, and the lesser titans named guardians did not have the ability to rearrange the seals, but there was nothing wrong with just tinkering and strengthening them.

As Algaron said, there was no suspense in the battle between the six guardians and Yogg-Saron, and the six guardians won the victory with tacit cooperation.

Yogg-Saron, who was beaten half to death, temporarily lost the ability to resist, led by Raiden, and the guardians joined forces to re-strengthen the seal.

At least in the next tens of thousands of years, the Demon of Thousand Throats, like his fellow countryman C'Thun who was one step ahead of him, will no longer be able to pose any threat to Azeroth.

With Yogg-Saron sealed away, the dense void power pervading Ulduar quickly dissipated, and Algalon's assessment of Azeroth's current situation also changed.

Relying on part of the Great Guardian authority from Raiden, Sharlayan showed Algalon the platinum disc that automatically recorded the history of Azeroth.

The information recorded in the archives is all true and correct, even Loken can only make some spring and autumn strokes of deletion and deletion, and cannot modify the specific content.

According to the archives, the Thousand-Eyed Demon C'Thun had been sealed again several years ago, and the Qiraji entrenched in Ahn'Qiraj City were almost wiped out.

After Yogg-Saron was also stepped back into prison, only the weakest ancient god, N'Zoth, was left.

‘The age of mortals? Mortals tainted by the ancient god's curse of flesh and blood are actually fighting to protect Azeroth, and... seem to be doing well. '

Although Algalon didn't say anything, after reading the history of Azeroth recorded in the archives, his originally firm thoughts began to waver.

"Boom!"

The door connecting the inner hall and the outer hall was opened from the inside, and Raiden, who had a lot of Yogg-Saron's flesh and blood tissue on his body, walked out first.

"Fortunately, Yogg-Saron can no longer threaten Azeroth."

Wiping the dark purple stains on his face casually, Raiden glanced at Algalon who seemed to be bowing his head in thought, and continued to say to Sharlayan: "I plan to fully take over Ulduar's authority first, and format the Brainwashed creations of steel, officially end this Guardian Civil War."

"After handling the chores inside and outside of Ulduar, Mimiron, Azadas and I will personally check the situation of the furnace of will and restart it as soon as possible."

"Sharlayan, you probably still have a lot of things to deal with in the mortal world. What are your plans next?"

"Hmm~" Sharlayan stood up and stretched his waist: "I plan to end the local war with the Drakkari trolls first."

"Ulduar's follow-up process still needs a lot of time. With you, the great guardian, sitting in charge in person, I'm not worried about restarting the furnace of will."

"but……"

Sharlayan looked at Thorim and smiled meaningfully: "Don't forget, there is another guardian wandering outside of Ulduar, so it's time to bring him home, right?"

Thorim's expression changed slightly, and he turned his head expectantly to look at Raiden who was in charge of making up his mind.

"Odin..."

Raiden held his chin and hesitated for a moment: "Wait a little longer, let Thorim invite him back after we convince Algalon. I will first send an invitation to the Hall of Valor through the contact device."

"Being away from Ulduar for many years, Odin should also need to sort out his mood first, and give us both a little buffer time."

Sharlayan smiled noncommittally: "It's up to you to decide, I, an outsider, is only in charge of making suggestions."

"Outsiders..." Layden shook his head with a laugh: "Now that things have happened, do you really think you are still an outsider?"

Azadas said with some emotion: "Over the years, I have been reading the history of Azeroth through the platinum disc."

"Sharlayan, as you said, today's Azeroth is the age of mortals."

"Since mortals and our guardians stand on the same side in protecting Azeroth, as an outstanding representative of mortal forces, why do you need to emphasize that you are an outsider?"

Mimiron said with a smile: "At least in my opinion, you and Valeera have long been my friends... Freya, what do you think?"

Freya also nodded with a smile: "What's there to question? Didn't we establish a friendship tens of thousands of years ago? Unless you don't regard me as a friend."

Thorim also patted his chest and said in a loud voice: "You are the most courageous and resourceful mortals I have ever met. I, Thorim, are very happy to be friends with you two."

Hodir shook his head with a wry smile: "Have you finished all the good things? What else can I say? Then I will do the same."

Raiden finally stood up and made a conclusion: "Just like what my brothers and sisters said, Sharlayan, Azeroth has not yet escaped from the ensuing danger, and now is not the time to distinguish between you and me. "

Raiden squatted down and spread out his fleshy palm to Sharlayan: "In the name of the Great Guardian, I formally invite you to become a member of the Guardians of Azeroth."

"Perhaps in the not-too-distant future, we will fight side by side together, please take care of me in the future."

[A grasshopper on a rope? 】

[Isn't it nice to say it? This is called a community of destiny. 】

[...I always feel that there are many slots. 】