In Thorim's Storm Temple, Thorim's huge body paced back and forth. Beside him, Archavon and four other watchers leaned quietly against a huge temple column, not saying a word.
They were all waiting for news from Ulduar.
No one knows the defense of Ulduar better than the guardian Thorim. If everything in Ulduar is normal, it is an absolute defense that is enough to make any mortal in the world despair.
Even though Ulduar's defense has been greatly weakened due to the erosion of Yogg-Saron, it is not something that an ordinary group of powerful people can handle.
"Thorim, why are you in such a hurry? There are still 23 hours, 22 minutes and 11 seconds until the agreed time." Archavon said coldly.
"Oh! I know! I just can't calm down. Even though Odin and Tyr are missing, Loken has been destroyed, and I deliberately ignored it, causing the guards to fight each other, but that is after all..." Thorim stomped his feet, with strong winds and thunder surrounding him.
"Please wait until after the agreed time to discuss all your worries. We are now entrusting the most powerful team of mortals in all of Azeroth. They are favored by the Star Soul and have the potential to reach the planet's capacity limit. Since they once killed 'Thun, we should believe that they will not be killed by those unqualified guys in front of us." It should be said that Archavon, worthy of being the Stone Watcher, has the most stable temperament.
In comparison, Thorim, who possesses the storm attribute, is unable to keep his composure.
At this moment, Thorim suddenly turned around.
On the platform outside the Storm Temple, a portal suddenly opened, and peerless warriors with powerful auras stepped out one after another.
The leader was naturally Duke, and behind him were Onyxia, Vashj, and the new demigod Sylvanas Windrunner!
Almost at the same time as they noticed their arrival, Thorim and the four guardians rushed over. The five super giants were so powerful that the ground shook as they ran.
Duke smiled bitterly, and before he could do anything, Sylvanas beside him snapped her fingers, and immediately a gentle tornado lifted the four of them up just right.
The feeling was extremely soft and a little strange, like being held up by a thick ball of cotton.
Duke praised: "I didn't expect your understanding of wind has increased."
"Of course!" Sylvanas puffed out her chest and said proudly.
"How did you..." Thorim said halfway, and suddenly a look of surprise appeared on his face: "Has the front been cleared?"
Duke's face was full of pride: "Do you really think our team's record is exaggerated?"
Thorim was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to start a conversation.
For a mortal to challenge a demigod, this has been an absolute joke for the past 25,000 years. In the era when the Star Soul had not yet awakened, all levels were firmly solidified. To break through the limits of mortals and reach a higher level, it required one in a billion talents, hard work, and absolute luck.
In a sense, the former high elves introduced Sargeras out of their disgust for the barriers of power and their crazy pursuit of higher levels of power.
Even if the star soul of Azeroth realized the coming danger and released the restrictions of mortals, it would still not be possible to win great victories in the battles from Archimonde to Ragnaros, to Nefarian, to 'Thun, to Kil'jaeden, etc. by luck.
Thorim, who had always been dismissive of the outside world, finally began to face up to the power of mortals at this moment.
Thorim knelt on one knee, lowered his huge head, and looked at Duke at eye level: "Next, it's our turn to go on stage, right?"
Duke nodded. "Yes! The puppet clones I sent into Ulduar have already found out that Yogg-Saron's condition is not complete. If we are fast enough, we can wake up your colleagues and then gather the Alliance heroes and all the demigod-level forces that can be mobilized to deal with Yogg-Saron."
Duke's words made Thorim feel a little excited.
When Duke first went with him to Loken's temple, he was filled with pessimism. At that point in time, he thought that nothing could save Ulduar from corruption. For the blood revenge of his deceased wife and for his own duty, he was ready to fight Loken regardless of everything.
Now the situation has reversed dramatically.
The addition of Archavon's four guards greatly increased the power of the Guardians. If the four of them were alone, none of them would be a match for Thorim. If two of them came together, Thorim would have a hard time. If three of them came, Thorim would lose. If four of them came together, Thorim would definitely be defeated.
With them, plus Duke has four demigods on his side, Thorim is now full of confidence.
"Okay, Duke, we will follow your arrangements." Thorim took the initiative to give up the command. Although this was agreed upon early in the morning, without the outstanding performance of the Alliance Heroes, Thorim would probably have doubts.
Duke didn't hesitate and directly spread out the map of Ulduar and announced:
"There are only three bosses left in the Guardian Temple area, namely Freya who originally controlled the Temple of Life, Hodir of the Temple of Winter, and the Great Craftsman Mimiron. Of course, in order to prevent General Vezax, Yogg-Saron's lackey, from rushing over from the higher-level Stairs of Madness area, we must also make arrangements."
Duke first pointed to the entrance where the Stairs of Madness and the Guardian's Temple meet. "Arkavon, this is in the hands of the four of you. Please hold on until we fight the other Guardians and bring them back to their senses."
Archavon made a rumbling sound and patted his chest, which was as solid as a rock. "Leave it to us."
Duke pointed to the right side of the map again: "Hodir, who controls the power of winter... Onyxia and Vashj, you two are in charge."
"Okay!" the two women said in unison.
"As for Freya, who controls the power of life, leave it to Thorim and Sylvanas. I hope you can use violent attacks to directly destroy Freya's defenses."
"good!"
"No problem."
Anyone who controls the natural life system is basically known for being energy-consuming. Without a strong enough attack to destroy its defense in one go, it would be an endless war of attrition.
Letting Thorim and Sylvanas deal with Freya is also a somewhat risky approach.
Duke believes they can do it.
"As for me and the Alliance Heroes, we will focus on dealing with Mimiron."
When he said this, an intriguing light shone in Duke's eyes.
Yes! He has evil intentions!
Because whether it is the Flame Behemoth, the XT-002 Disassembler, or even the mechanical guards of the entire city wall area, they are all Mimiron's masterpieces!