Standing on the high mountains south of Ulduar, breathing the cold air, the snowy scene in front of me makes Angmar linger.

He, here is really...

It's so beautiful. Although he has been to many planets and witnessed the rise and fall of many mortal nations, there has never been any place more beautiful than the scenery of Azeroth. Maybe it's because of the emotional bonus.

He sat on the ground with the hem of his robe on the dangerous peak in the south of Ulduar, looking at the endless land in the distance.

The strong wind howled wildly with the heavy snow, and the snow-capped mountains rose one after another, stretching to the end of the line of sight. The whole land was in pieces, as if it had been chopped into pieces by random knives. There were mesas everywhere, and cliffs could be seen everywhere, but they were not chaotic.

.

As far as the eye can see, buildings in the style of Titan creations are built against the mountains, dividing the various areas.

On the edge of the northern coast, on a platform hundreds of kilometers above sea level, a Titan fortress that is far more magnificent than all mortal cities put together is built on the mountain. That is Ulduar, the city created by the Titans and the melting pot of the world.

One of the Forges of Will and the location of the prison of the Old God Yogg-Saron.

Through the wind and snow, you can vaguely see the Archosaurs flying freely among the cliffs. These Archosaurs are one of the earliest species born in the original period of Azeroth. Not all Archosaurs have been transformed by the guardians.

The remaining group of the Five-Colored Dragon Clan multiplied and grew stronger here, and dispersed to all parts of the world as the world collapsed.

Traces of the Frost Giants can be found by following the slight vibrations on the ground and the occasional avalanches caused by them. These Titan creations walking among the cliffs show caution and caution that are completely inconsistent with their terrifying size.

This is their home, but after the fall of Ulduar, they have to always be on guard against attacks from fallen creations and shadow creatures. Over the past 10,000 years, they have developed a cautious character...

This is the Storm Peaks, the former paradise of titan creations.

He could even smell the remnants of those glorious days of Titan creation in the air... But looking at the long river of time, the creation group that was once prosperous was eventually annihilated in the rolling yellow sand.

Every snowflake here tells the story of the hesitation and pain experienced by all the creations here after the news of the death of the Titans of the Pantheon came, after the betrayal of Loken, the King of Wisdom, and the collapse of the guardian system.

The cries of helpless souls in the indirect massacre.

He did not deliberately hide the spatial fluctuations he sent out when he arrived through teleportation magic.

Ulduar in the distance was already in chaos because of this. The 100-meter-tall General Krasis mobilized his troops and led the shadow creatures that came like a tide to set up defenses in front of the gate.

The mighty tanks gathered behind the city wall, and the artillery powered by arcane energy pointed neatly into the distant sky. There were also enslaved ancestral dragons and countless aircraft in the sky. The thick smoke emitted by a large number of engineering machines even gathered.

It turned into a black cloud, falling heavily over Ulduar, giving people full pressure.

The two faceless generals of Kraxis, whose strength is similar to that of the Guardians, and the dozens of corrupted creations and shadow creatures whose strength rivals that of demigods and can compete with the legendary heroes who are famous in the world, are enough to make

This invincible shadow army possesses unparalleled combat power.

At least it would be effortless to defeat the coalition forces of various races that were advancing towards the Gate of Scourge.

Faceless men, shadow demons, and corrupted creations whose bodies are covered with grotesque shadow creatures... there are countless, probably hundreds of thousands. If those weaker and brainless shadow creatures are included, this number will increase.

It may even be doubled several times.

It seems that since the four guardians Mimiron, Hodir, Freya, and Thorim were rescued, Yogg-Saron has been concentrating on expanding his power.

As for how many troops there are...

Three hundred thousand?

Six hundred thousand?

Angmar was too lazy to count.

He stood up, patted the snow on his butt, and walked out of the cliff. The moment he stepped into the air, his figure disappeared in the flash of magic light. The next second, he appeared in Ulduar's eyes.

In front of the gate.

On one side was the lonely Angmar, and on the other side were thousands of troops exuding a shadow aura that was so strong that it couldn't be dispelled. But his appearance made the other party nervous.

"You are finally here," Loken, who was in front of the army, raised his head slightly, "the master has been waiting for you."

"Are you waiting to surrender to me?"

Angmar said as he stepped forward.

Loken's eyes flashed with azure magic luster, obviously spying on Angmar's strength, "You are indeed different from what you used to be. Ten thousand years ago, you were only on par with me, but now you have such strength. Maybe.

…Compared with stubborn resistance, surrender is the best choice.”

"Now that we know everything, why are we still trying in vain?" As he spoke, Angmar climbed onto the snow-covered stairs in front of the Ulduar gate, and then climbed up the stairs, leaving the shadow at the top of the stairs.

The army is getting closer and closer.

Loken shook his head, "I have no choice..."

Angmar interrupted: "You just can't foresee the consequences of your choices. Look at yourself, the former King of Wisdom, the Prime Minister of Azeroth, the hero who defeated countless shadow creatures in the Sequence War, and many creation plans.

The conceiver and designer, but now he has become a slave of the ancient gods. At that time, did you think that this choice would push you into an abyss of eternal destruction?"

Loken seemed very calm, just standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at Angmar who was gradually ascending, "You won't understand. The news of the fall of the Pantheon makes us all feel uncomfortable. When we are hesitant and helpless, we always

Looking for some spiritual solace.”

"Is this the reason why you fell in love with Sif and tried to seize your brother's lover?" Angmar asked casually.

Loken just sighed quietly and asked: "Ten thousand years ago, you said that the Titans were still alive. Is that... true?"

"That's absolutely true." Angmar replied quietly.

Loken fell sadly.

Every Guardian has a deep-rooted connection with the Titan who created them. Their relationship is not just as simple as creator and created, everything they have comes from the Titan.

Fulfilling the sacred mission entrusted by the Titan is the meaning of the Guardian's existence. After the Titan "falls", all of this loses its meaning. After all, not everyone is as strong as Tyr, who can quickly get rid of confusion and regain his sense of belonging.

Bring back the faith of the past.

"You know, I feel deeply about my stupidity, regret, and anger... all kinds of thoughts are entangled. But... I have no way back. No one will forgive me, not even myself." Loken looked directly at me.

Angmar's eyes spoke softly.

Angmar stood at the top of the stairs, looked up at Loken, and replied softly: "Listen to my advice and turn around."
Chapter completed!