Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In Farodis's laboratory, the purple void cocoon trembled like a living thing. It seemed to have its own breath, sucking in the air and emitting it into something darker.

This directly caused the atmosphere in the laboratory to be depressed, and even the magic lights became dim.

The shadows on the ground were stretched and intertwined, especially the reflection of the abyss behind Blake. The "uninvited guests" outside the opposite door, with their claws and claws arrogant, let out silent and malicious screams.

But this does not represent Blake's attitude at this time.

This is just the instinctive aversion of the void creation to the breath of order. It was born in the abyss of oppression. This is how it deals with other people.

It never makes people feel warm or happy, unless it is deliberately woven into a dream meant to hurt.

After the pirates sent out the invitation, the door of the laboratory was pushed open by an arm wrapped in lightning sparks. In the dark night background of lightning, thunder, wind and rain, several figures were illuminated by the shining arc light in the sky, and then returned to darkness in the next moment.

They stepped into Farodis's laboratory, which was full of arcane secrets. Ms. Freya, who finally entered, did not forget to reach out and close the door.

This fully demonstrates the good personal character of the Guardians, and also means that they do not want others to hear the conversation that follows.

Vice President Farodis was a little nervous, not because he was afraid of possible battles, but because of concerns as an educator. His laboratory is inside Nassalas College, and it would be easy to be affected if it was destroyed. Innocent students.

He used his eyes to signal Blake not to be impulsive. Even if he really wanted to start a fight, don't stay here. Go out and fight! After the battle is over to determine the winner, come back. Isn’t the sea outside very wide?

It's just right for a group of demigods created by Titans to challenge an evil god of the void.

"There will be no fighting, my dear Lord Vice-Chancellor."

Of course Blake felt what Faroldis was thinking, and he explained in a gentle tone:

"This is just a farewell. You can tell by their looks. They have no intention of starting a war with me here, and they have no reason to raise weapons against their benefactor after I saved the Titan Soul.

Oh, Lord Odin, it's so touching to see you back in a familiar body, although I still miss you in your Destroyer body.

At that time, you possessed a deep and dark destructive majesty, especially when you started indiscriminately slaughtering demons in the wasteland of doomsday, your mighty fighting posture really frightened me. "

The pirate opened his arms very friendly and welcomed all the guardians in front of him except the crazy Mimiron. He was enthusiastic and even planned to give them a hug.

But these guys were wet when they came here, and Blake didn't want to get his clothes dirty, so he gave up on this friendly plan.

Faced with his compliment, the Lord of War, who was sent into the thunder-forged body by Mimiron as soon as he returned to Azeroth, sighed helplessly.

Even if this stinky pirate became a god, he would not change his character that deserves a beating.

As soon as you open your mouth, you will reveal the dark history of others, and you are good at poking at people's hearts.

Being put into a body of destruction shaped by demons and killing people in Argus was indeed awe-inspiring, but it was not really a good memory for Odin.

If the Titan Guardians could also dream, such a dark experience would definitely make Odin toss and turn every night, making it difficult to sleep.

"How long will it take for him to become flesh and blood?"

Raiden looked past Blake at the void cocoon on the laboratory experiment table. The Great Guardian could clearly feel that the aura of Thorim's Titan creation was weakening, as if he was sick and weak.

He knew that this weakness meant that Thorim had entered an irreversible transformation of flesh and blood. The Storm Guardian, who was personally shaped by the Pantheon, chose "self-exile" on this mortal land after completing his sacred duties to the Creator.

The guardians understand the reason why Thorim made this choice. He was seduced and personally triggered the war that destroyed the Myth Age. He has been in pain since he woke up.

A heavy responsibility rests on Thorim's shoulders, overwhelming this handsome and optimistic guardian.

The past haunts him like an unsolvable curse, making Thorim eager to get rid of the past and use a long journey to regain his pure will.

The guardians were saddened by the result before them, but they were not unable to accept it.

They did not come here to fight today, because the "suicide note" Thorim left with Lyden made it very clear that this was his own choice and was not tempted by Black.

With the intensity of the Battle of Argus, the pirates had no intention of tempting one of their own vanguard generals to cause trouble.

They came to say goodbye.

"Start the inquiry process: Will Thorim forget the past after waking up as a mortal?"

The Virgin of Purity looked at the large cocoon wrapped in the power of the void from a doctor's perspective and asked softly:

"Will he forget his past, his brothers and his duty?"

"It will definitely be forgotten. The void corrodes and transforms existence in all directions."

Blake held his pipe in his mouth and said:

"And if only the body is turned into flesh and blood but the soul of a guardian still remains, then this reincarnation has no meaning, right?

This is what Thorim asked for, but those memories have not been completely washed away, and some will remain in his consciousness. If you need it, I can do a little more 'minimally invasive surgery' on him to remove those memory fragments. Hidden deeper. "

The pirate winked and said:

"You know, it is not a good thing to retain the memory of a strong person when he is still weak. He may be reckless and challenge some enemies that he cannot deal with.

Oh, by the way, I didn’t ask him before, but now there’s still some time before it’s completed. As his ‘immediate family members’, do you want to customize a new appearance for him?

I mean, in addition to vrykul, he can also choose from humans, dwarves, orcs or half-humans and rare options like Drust.

I generally don't cause trouble for myself, but Thorim's identity deserves my grace.

Let me state in advance that this service is free, don’t use it for free. "

"Choose humans or Drust."

In silence, the King of War Odin stepped forward. The one-eyed guardian looked at the void cocoon in front of him with a complex look. Of all the Guardians, his relationship with Thorim is the most complicated.

Thorim's thinking circuit template comes from him. From an ethical point of view, he is Thorim's "father", or he can also be called "mother".

Odin sighed, took off a golden spirit ring from his finger and placed it next to Thorim's void cocoon. He whispered:

"If this world can survive the decisive battle, then the next era must be an era for outstanding people. I have foreseen the ups and downs of the entire world. It will be an era of conquest and chaos.

The civilization of the Vrykul has long since sunk. In such a cruel competition, they will never have the upper hand. Northrend and Stormheim will eventually become a battleground between several major empires.

Thorim seeks the pure will of guardianship rather than fanatical participation in a war of destruction. He wishes to see the rise of this mortal world and to participate in it.

I don’t want my child to become a doomed and unwilling loser. He is not a character who is willing to see war, and he should not suffer such a fate. "

"But I think it's a really good story to lead a weak civilization as the Vrykul King and then rise again surrounded by strong enemies."

Blake complained:

"You know, I like good stories that are mixed with desperate fights to the death, betrayal and unity, and re-emergence from loneliness. I hope to shape such a destiny with my own hands."

"Really? What a coincidence."

Odin moved his shoulders and said to Black:

"I would also like."

"Um?"

The Lord of War's answer made Blake blink. The other guardians showed surprised expressions, and even the notebook used for recording in Farodis' hand trembled.

Odin turned around, opened his arms to his brothers, and said:

"Sorry, Lai, I lied to you.

Today is not only your farewell to Thorim, but also your farewell to me. In fact, I was already heartbroken after hearing the news of the destruction of the Pantheon. For a long time, I had thoughts of self-destruction. "

"Who doesn't know this?"

Blake whispered beside him:

"Looking at your brave and stupid challenge to Aggramar in the world of Sanctuary, we can see that you have lived enough, and you are tired of dealing with things that make you exhausted mentally and physically.

You wish you died in a glorious war and left your responsibilities to your brothers like a coward.

You already got what you wanted.

But Aggramar showed mercy, and the officious Mimiron saved you again. "

"I don't resent them."

Odin rarely reacted to Black's heart-piercing words. The angry King of War was unusually calm at this moment.

He said:

"I'm grateful to my brothers for giving me a chance to participate in the Honor Showdown, but I...I'm really tired. I have experienced the shaping and rise of the mythical age, suffered betrayal and been imprisoned at the most glorious time, and then Witnessed the end of the mythical age in the long seal.

I saw the changes in this world. I saw the Troll Empire defeat the Insect Man. I saw the Elves establishing their own empire. I appreciated the ancient war and the great division of the world.

I thought that was the end of the mortal world, but they proved to be more resilient than I could have imagined.

Now, ten thousand years later, the dominance of this world has fallen into the hands of mortal civilization. Thorim feels that the war he triggered destroyed the age of myth.

No!

no.

As an onlooker, I can come up with the fairest explanation. The age of myth has ended long ago, or it should never have existed in the first place. "

The Lord of War paused, raised his head, and said to Lyden who was looking at him:

“We have tried our best to maintain the perfect blueprint left by the Titans. We hope to see a world that grows and develops according to the perfect plan of the Creator. We regard this as the mission and responsibility of our existence.

But it never occurred to us that the Creator could make mistakes.

This doubt always existed deep in my heart until the end of the Battle of Argus, until the warriors born from a world that was definitely 'out of control' in the eyes of the Titans completed the rescue of the Creator.

I finally realized that we started out with the wrong responsibility, guys.

We are something that should not exist.

Facts have proved that the world may develop better without us.”

"But without us, the world's civilization would have been corroded by the void creation into a doomsday place at its inception."

Freya held her staff tightly and said loudly:

"You can't rely on a war to completely deny yourself, Odin, this is too paranoid."

"maybe."

The King of War laughed, waved his hand extremely freely, and said:

"But I don't care anymore. I'm tired of looking at the evolution of the world from a high place in the clouds. Those stories of vicissitudes of life are repeated again and again, and I can only be a bystander.

I've missed a lot of time, and I don't want to miss the fun anymore.

I don’t want to live a boring life as a witness and recorder, I want to participate in it. As I said, I also like a good story mixed with desperate fight to the death, betrayal and unity, and re-emergence from loneliness. .

The Vrykul whose civilization has ended are my kin, brothers, and there is no one more suitable to lead them than me.

No longer as God.

But as a warrior, a king, and a commander, I also want to prove to the world and history that the Vrykul are not born losers, they just lack the leadership of a strong man.

Those mortal warriors I favor will make great waves in the next era, and I will definitely become the most colorful character in that story.

I may return to you, I may die in my war, but this is what I choose and am willing to give everything for.

I.

I don't want to live up to the second life that Lord Aggramar spared me and gave me. "

After saying that, Odin smiled and took off his Lord of War armor, threw the blood-red cloak on the ground, and handed the heavy arm armor and weapons to Raiden.

He walked to another test bench in the laboratory and said:

“I have completed the sacred mission, I have won the glorious war, I have forgotten the shameful past, and in the future that is about to dawn, my legend will last forever.

Goodbye, brothers.

If one day I can return to the glorious Ulduar, I will sit by the campfire and tell you my beautiful stories with fine wine. "

"Hey, wait!"

Black reached out and grabbed the King of War. He winked and pointed at Thorim, who was turning into flesh, and whispered:

"I have a great idea, do you want to listen?

It is a legendary script about a mysterious man who appears alone with his child in the torn Vrykul country, and about a tough man full of tenderness between father and son.

To be honest, I think this idea is great.

It goes like this.”

The pirate whispered his thoughts in Odin's ear softly and quickly. Odin thought for a few seconds, smiled and said:

"Yes, yes, this is a more exciting story than I imagined, so let's do it! Don't give me any preferential treatment, Blake, don't let my second life start with a stain."

"Don't worry, I'm very familiar with the job of shaping destiny. Leave it to me."

Black patted his chest and agreed. Under the watchful eyes of all the guardians, he also tainted and transformed Odin with the curse of flesh and blood just like before.

But it's not over yet.

Under the shocked and bewildered gaze of Vice Dean Faroldis, who was recording this legendary night, Black, who was wearing a white coat, turned around and revealed a chaotic smile worthy of an evil god.

He looked up and down at the complicated-looking Layden and the pure Virgin beside him. He rubbed his chin and said:

"What are you two waiting for? Come on, I didn't choose this laboratory with six test beds randomly. No one of you can run away today!

Odin and Thorim have entered their destiny, and you should not resist the call of a second life.

bring it on.

Come on, like Odin, join the ups and downs of the next era with great anticipation.

Don't be shy.

I know you all want it. "