Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1750 118. Ha! The belated and eternal end of the age of mythology

In the laboratory of    Farodis, the purple cocoon of the void vibrated like a living thing. It seemed to have its own breath, inhaling the air and turning it into something darker and emitting it.

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

  The shadows on the ground were elongated and entangled together, especially the reflection in the abyss behind Blake screaming silently and maliciously from the "uninvited guests" outside the opposite door.

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

   This is just the Void Creature's instinctive aversion to the breath of order, it was born in the abyss of repression, and this is how it deals with others.

   will never make people feel warm or happy, unless it is deliberately woven into a dream for hurt.

  After the pirate sent the invitation, the door of the laboratory was pushed open by an arm wrapped in lightning sparks. In the dark background of lightning, thunder and storm, several figures were illuminated by the arc of the sky, and then returned to darkness in the next instant.

   They walked into the laboratory of Farodis, which was full of arcane secrets. The last lady who entered, Freya, did not forget to reach out and close the door.

   This fully proves the good personal character of the Guardians, and it also represents the next conversation, they do not want to be heard by others.

Deputy Dean Farodis was a little nervous, not because of fear of possible battles, but because of the educator's concern. His laboratory is inside Narsalas College. Once it is destroyed, it will easily be affected. innocent students.

   He used his eyes to signal Blake not to be impulsive, even if he really wanted to fight, don't be here, go out and fight! Come back after the game is over, and the sea outside is very wide, isn't it?

   is just right for a group of Titan creation demigods to challenge a Void Evil God.

   "There will be no battle, my dear Vice-President."

  Blake certainly felt the thoughts of Farodis, and he explained in a gentle tone:

   "This is just a farewell, you can tell by their looks, they have no intention of fighting me here, and there is absolutely no reason to raise arms against their benefactor after I saved the Titan Soul.

   Oh, Lord Odin, it's really touching to see you back in a familiar body, although I still miss you in the World Destroyer state.

  At that time, you possessed a profound and dark majesty of destruction, especially when you started an indiscriminate slaughter of demons in the wasteland of the apocalypse, that mighty fighting posture really made me tremble. "

  The pirate opened his arms in a friendly manner, welcoming all the Guardians except the neurotic Mimiron. He was enthusiastic and even planned to give them a hug.

   But these guys came here all wet, and Blake didn't intend to get his clothes dirty, so he gave up this plan of showing friendliness.

   In the face of his compliments, the King of War, who was sent into the body of the thundercast by Mimiron for the first time after returning to Azeroth, sighed helplessly.

   This stinky pirate didn't change his bad character even if he became a god.

   As soon as he opens his mouth, it is the black history of others, and he has a hand in his heart.

   Being put into a body of destruction shaped by demons, and slaughtering in Argus or something, although it is indeed majestic, it is indeed not a good memory for Odin.

  If the guardians of the titans also dream, such a dark experience will definitely make Odin toss and turn every night, and it is difficult to sleep.

   "How long will it take him to flesh out?"

  Ryden looked past Black and looked at the cocoon of the void on the laboratory bench. The Great Guardian could clearly feel that the breath of Thorim's titan creation was weakening, as if he was sick and weak.

   He knew that this weakness represented that Thorim had entered an irreversible flesh-and-blood transformation, and the Storm Guardian, shaped by the Pantheon himself, chose "self-exile" on this mortal land after completing his sacred duty to the Creator.

The    Guardians understood the reason for Thorim’s choice. He had been in pain since he woke up after being seduced and triggered the war to destroy the Age of Myths.

   Heavy responsibilities rested on Thorim's shoulders like a mountain, overwhelming this handsome and optimistic guardian.

  The past haunted 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 are saddened by this result, but not unacceptable.

   They really didn't come to fight today, because Thorim's "suicide note" left at Raiden had made it clear that it was his own choice, and he was not tempted by Black.

   In terms of the intensity of the battle of Argus, the pirates did not have the heart to tempt a vanguard general of their own to do things.

   They came to say goodbye.

   "Start the inquiry procedure: Will Thorim forget the past after awakening as a mortal?"

   Madonna of Purity looked at the cocoon wrapped in the power of the void from the perspective of a doctor, and asked softly:

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

   "It will definitely be forgotten. The erosion and transformation of existence by the void is omnidirectional."

   Black said with his pipe in his mouth:

   "And if the body is turned into flesh and blood but there is still a guardian's soul left, then this reincarnation doesn't make any sense, does it?

This is what Thorim requested, but those memories are not completely washed away, some will remain in his consciousness, if you need, I can do a little more 'minimal surgery' for him to remove those memory fragments hide deeper. "

  The pirate squeezed his eyes and said:

   "You know, it's not a good thing to keep the memory of a strong man when his strength is still weak, and he may recklessly challenge some enemies he can't deal with.

   Oh, by the way, I didn't ask him before, but there is still a little time before it is completed. As his "immediate family", do you want to customize a brand new appearance for him?

   I mean, in addition to vrykul, he can choose human, dwarf, orc or half-human and rare options like drust.

  I don't usually get myself into trouble, but Thorim's identity deserves my credit for him.

   declares in advance that this service is free, so don’t give it up for nothing. "

   "Choose Human or Drust."

   In the silence, Odin, the king of war, stepped forward, and the one-eyed guardian looked at the cocoon in front of him with a complex gaze. Of all the Guardians, his relationship with Thorim is the most complicated.

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

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

   "If this world can survive the decisive battle, then the next era must belong to the era of excellence. I have foreseen the turbulence of the whole world, and it will be an era of conquest and chaos.

The   vrykul civilization has long since sunset, and in such a brutal competition, they have no upper hand at all. Northrend and Stormheim will eventually become the battleground between several empires.

  Thorim seeks pure will to protect rather than fanatical participation in the war of destruction, he wants to see the rise of this mortal world and participate in it.

  I don't want my child to be a destined and unwilling loser. He is not a character who is happy to see war, and he should not suffer such a fate. "

   "But I think it's a really good story to command a weak civilization as the king of vrykul and re-emerge in the presence of powerful enemies."

   Black complained:

   "You know, I like the kind of good stories that are mixed with desperate battles, betrayal and unity and re-emergence under loneliness, and I hope to shape such a destiny myself."

   "Really? What a coincidence."

  Odin moved his shoulders and said to Black:

"I would also like."

"Um?"

  The King of War's answer made Blake blink, and the other guardians all showed expressions of surprise, and even the codex in Farodis' hand for recording trembled.

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

   "Sorry, Lay, I lied to you.

   Today is not just your farewell to Thorim, but also your farewell to me. In fact, after hearing the news of the destruction of the Pantheon, I was heartbroken, and for a long time I held the idea of ​​self-destruction. "

   "Who doesn't know this?"

   Black whispered beside him:

   "You've seen enough bravery and foolishness to challenge Aggramar in the world of Sanctuary, you've had enough, and you're tired of dealing with the things that wear you out.

  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 was merciful, and the nosy Mimiron brought you back again. "

   "I don't resent them."

   Odin rarely reacted to Blake's poking words, and the King of War, who had been angry all the time, was unusually calm at this moment.

He says:

"I am grateful to my brothers for giving me a chance to participate in the battle of honor, but I am really tired. I have experienced the shaping and rise of the age of myth, betrayed and imprisoned at the most glorious time, and again Witnessed the end of the age of mythology in the long seal.

   I have seen the changes in this world, I have seen the troll empire defeat the insects, I have seen the elves build their own empires, I have admired the war of the ancients and the great division of the world.

   I thought that was the end of the age of mortals, but it turns out they are more resilient than I thought.

   Now, 10,000 years later, the dominance of this world has fallen into the hands of mortal civilization, and Thorim felt that the war he caused destroyed the age of mythology.

Do not!

no.

   As a bystander I can come up with the fairest explanation that the age of mythology is long over, or it shouldn't have existed in the first place. "

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

   "We have tried our best to maintain the perfect blueprint left by the Titans, we want to see a world that grows and develops according to the perfect plan of the creator, and we regard it as the mission and responsibility of our existence.

   But we never thought that the Creator could also make mistakes.

  This suspicion has always existed in my heart until the end of the Battle of Argus, until the warriors born in a world that, in the eyes of the Titans, absolutely belonged to "out-of-control" development, completed the salvation of the Creator.

   I finally realized that we started out with the wrong responsibilities, brothers.

   We are not supposed to exist.

   Facts have proved that the world might be better off without us.”

   "But without us, the world civilization would have been corrupted into a doomsday by the creation of the void at the very beginning."

   Freya clenched her staff, and she said aloud:

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

"maybe."

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

   "But I don't care anymore. I hate seeing the evolution of the world from high above the clouds. Those vicissitudes of life are staged again and again, and I can only be a bystander.

   I've missed a lot of times and I don't want to miss the next fun.

I don't want to live boringly as a witness and recorder, I want to be a part of it, as I said, I also like a good story mixed with desperate battles, betrayal and solidarity and re-emergence under loneliness .

  The vrykul whose civilization has come to an end are my kin, brothers, there is no one more suitable to lead them than me.

   is no longer God.

   Instead, 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 love will make waves in the next era, and I will definitely be the most powerful character in that story.

   I may come back to you, I may die in my war, but this is what I choose and give everything for.

I.

   I don't want to let down the second life that Lord Aggramar spared me. "

   After finishing speaking, Odin smiled and took off his Warlord armor, threw the blood-red cloak on the ground, and handed the heavy gauntlets and weapons to Raiden.

   He went to another test bed 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 endure forever.

  Goodbye, brothers.

   If one day I could return to Ulduar in glory, I would sit by the campfire and tell you my beautiful story with wine. "

   "Hey, wait!"

  Black stretched out his hand to hold the Lord of War, he winked at Thorim who was turning into flesh, and whispered:

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

  A legendary script about a mysterious man who appeared alone in a divided vrykul kingdom with a child, about a tough man of steel full of tenderness between father and son.

   Honestly, I think this idea is awesome.

   It is like this.”

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

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

   "Don't worry, I'm very familiar with shaping destiny, and it's all on me."

  Blake patted his chest and agreed. Under the watchful eyes of the guardians, he, like before, also infected and transformed Odin with the curse of flesh and blood.

   But it's not over yet.

   Under the shocked and bewildered gaze of Vice President Farodis, who was recording this legendary night, Blake, who was wearing a white coat, turned around, revealing the chaotic smile that an evil **** should have.

   He looked up and down the complex-looking Layden and the Pure Virgin beside him, rubbed his chin and said:

   "What are you two waiting for? Come on, I chose this laboratory with six test rigs, and I didn't just choose it randomly. Don't even think about running today!

   Odin and Thorim have entered their destiny, and neither should you resist the call of a second life.

bring it on.

  Come on, like Odin, join the turbulence of the next era in person with anticipation.

   Don't be shy.

   I know you all want it. "

   (end of this chapter)