Who is Mimiron?
A great inventor who road the titan ruins! A great chanic! The founder of all kinds of Ulduar’s High-Tech! The thousands of chanical creations in the Ulduar Walled Area were all his work.
It is no exaggeration to say that he is an army! And it is an army that is constantly evolving!
Looking back at the Alliance’s current technology, although it was the result of Duke’s indoctrination of High-Tech, it was the dwarf master craftsman Gelbin who continuously realized Duke’s ideas and principles.
Then Mimiron is the Gelbin of Ulduar, no, he is even better than Gelbin. After all, Gelbin does not master the technology of mass production and automated production. This is a comprehensive awareness from individual invention to assembly line production.
In the Alliance, Gelbin is mostly responsible for the prototypes of artillery and other new equipnt, while Magni is responsible for mass production.
The most important thing is that Mimiron is not a living thing, he is a titan creation with his soul infused into a dwarf-shaped robot. This guy can stay awake for 24 hours a day and tinker with inventions day and night.
Can a dwarf like Gelbin do this? He can’t even hold on for two or three days. If he keeps holding on any longer, he might die.
So, Duke concluded that Mimiron was more powerful.
This ti I ca to Ulduar and I was determined to kidnap Mimiron.
Thorim was completely unable to understand the dirty mind of the gentleman (fake) Duke, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The guardians had known each other for 25,000 years, so they knew each other very well. In the absence of ho advantage, Thorim was not at a disadvantage against anyone.
This is not the case with Mimiron. Although this chanical dwarf is also a high-level servant at the guardian level, he does not have his own temple.
With the title of "Inventor", he only has his own workshop. In the endless years, he has put into practice his fantastic ideas that other guardians cannot even dream of. No matter how powerful other guardians are, their growth and power have already reached the end. But this chanical dwarf seems to always be at the starting point.
The original Ulduar did not have a so-called walled area. All the crazy things in the walled area were made by Mimiron during this long period of ti. Those terrifying steel behemoths, even Thorim himself felt threatened.
Now that Duke has volunteered to deal with Mimiron who is controlled by Yogg-Saron, Thorim feels comfortable from the bottom of his heart.
After the arrangents were completed, a war that would affect the entire situation in Azeroth finally began.
In Ulduar, in the Stairs of Madness area, a huge humanoid creature with a green background suddenly raised its head.
He has a very detrintal appearance, and although he is humanoid, he only has four limbs and a head. Behind him is a pair of so-called wings, which are three pairs of green limbs that bend downward like crab legs, and almost every bend has a four-cornered cone thorn that changes from green to yellow and looks like a thorn.
He has a round, green, thickly armored body that looks a bit like a crab’s shell.
As for the green arms, they are standard crab claws, but they are thicker. When the claws are not opened, they can be used as spike hamrs.
If you look closely, you can see that he has two curled-up tentacles with spikes growing around his waist, which looks extrely ugly.
His lower body also gave people a sense of bulkiness, with thick legs with only three toes, which were thicker than elephant legs, and a short and thick tail that was gradually reduced in size, as if it was made up of shells from large to small.
He is General Vezax, one of the most powerful Faceless Ones ever created by the Old Gods. He guards Yogg-Saron’s prison to ensure that no one can disturb Yogg-Saron’s resurrection.
He could ignore the fights between those petty mortals in the city wall area and the front hall.
At this ti, the massive invasion of "foreign enemies" led by Thorim had obviously really irritated his nerves.
Mortals are destined to be unable to see this scene with their naked eyes.
At this mont, a huge hole suddenly appeared in Ulduar’s space barrier.
Even at the mont the hole was torn open, General Vezax had already initiated counterasures in an attempt to force it closed.
Unfortunately, it is destined to have no effect.
When the titans gave the six high-level guardians their missions, they also granted them absolute access rights.
The next second, the entire space rift began to expand rapidly.
A force of thunder spread in the void, and Thorim’s thunderous voice echoed throughout the outer space of the entire temple guardian area: "Yogg-Saron! I, Thorim, am back! For the mission of the titans - to suppress you, the evil god who corrupts the planet -"
"Despicable invaders—" General Vezax raised his lizard-like face and roared, "Don’t you understand until now? Only the great ancient god Yogg-Saron is the eternal ruler of this world—"
After saying that, a shadow of General Vezax, which was at least a hundred tis larger in size, appeared right above the temple guardian area. He swung his illusory giant claws that were more than three hundred ters long and smashed them hard at Thorim who was leading the group.
Thorim, who was originally ten stories tall, instantly transford himself into a purple lightning. With lightning speed, he made two consecutive 90-degree turns, dodged the first attack of the giant claws, and slamd head-on into the body of the green monster’s phantom in the air.
The projection of General Vezax opened his giant pincers madly, revealing the sharp and hard serrations on the jaws. He retracted the pincers that had been blasted out, and bit out the pincers on his side like a dragon’s mouth, trying to attack the even smaller Thorim from the front and back.
Duke thought Thorim would dodge.
Who would have thought that he would remain unmoved, neither avoiding nor giving way, allowing the two huge clamps to clamp his body.
The body of the guardian, which could not be penetrated even by the full-strength bombardnt of the fortress’ main guns, was almost like a piece of thin paper under such an attack, and was instantly shattered into pieces.
Feeling Thorim’s montum dropping sharply, Duke almost thought that Thorim was bragging for a mont.
However, in the next blink of an eye, Thorim’s body changed drastically.
The lightning that flowed out of his exploding body was like silver blood, spraying towards the phantom of General Vezax. The blood was like a giant hamr, smashing fiercely into the waist of the green monster phantom, pushing it back.
Before any other being could react, the stream of light emitted by Thorim had already enveloped all the invaders.
A second later, Duke and his friends suddenly realized that they had arrived at the Guardian Temple area with extrely gorgeous decorations and a huge and towering porch.
"This is..." Sylvanas said in a dreamy voice.
"Should I say, you are worthy of being Yogg-Saron, who even the titans could not completely destroy?" Thorim smiled bitterly, and a smile of expectation appeared on his face: "You were tricked a little, but luckily I still sent you in."
Thorim was ten stories tall, and because of his huge stature, Duke and the others could clearly see any changes on his face or any expression.
Now there was an indescribable dark light emanating from Thorim’s body.
The color of Thorim’s skin darkened, as if the vitality and soul had faded away. He raised his right palm, turned it upside down, and looked at it carefully.
Not sure if it was an illusion, Duke suddenly felt that the water in the long river of ti was flowing through these five fingers that had beco a little withered.
Thorim was like a gigantic statue that had been weathered and eroded in the desert for thousands of years, decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he seed to be unaware of it and was laughing wildly.
"Hahahaha! What a sha! A dignified guardian cannot fulfill his duties as a guardian." Thorim knelt on one knee, not out of etiquette or respect, but out of pure weakness.
Thorim lowered his head and said, "Edmund Duke, can I trust you?"
Duke said solemnly, taking a firm step forward: "The relationship between the guardians of Azeroth has long surpassed trust. This is the mission entrusted to us by history."
Thorim was slightly stunned, then smiled: "Yes, this is our mission!"
After saying that, he pointed his huge finger in the direction of Duke.
"This is..." Duke and Sylvanas were both shocked.
If Thorim is caught and brainwashed as history has shown, even if the coalition forces beat him up with a punch and teach him how to love Azeroth, the player will only get a 10% attack power increase at most.
That’s all.
Now what?
A complete set of wind-based titan rune arrays!
It was not a gift, it was purely a loan. In the sea of spiritual consciousness, Thorim indicated that it was temporarily loaned to Duke and Sylvanas for three days. As long as enough wind elents were injected, the corresponding titan-type wind and thunder magic could be activated.
This is the original wind magic that perfectly matches the world of Azeroth!
Without the user’s intervention, even if Thorim was killed, these complex rune arrays would dissipate on the spot with the death of the guardian.
If we have to put a value on these runes, it would be - priceless!
It is said that it can be used for three days. As long as one has the ability to rember the arrangent and change rules of the runes inside, even if Thorim takes it back after three days, it can still greatly enhance Duke and the other’s control over the wind elent.
Of course, for a shaless person who possesses a system AI, this ans that the theft is 100% successful.
On the surface, Duke is now a true saint.
"Then I’ll borrow it."
Duke was not at all disappointed, after all, in his opinion, this was the reward Thorim entrusted him to save Ulduar. As for whether the titans would co to ask him to go back... Haha, the titans’ bodies would turn to ashes, and only the spirits would be left. They would not even think that the transmission of skills was too slow, so how could they ask Duke to go back?
Sylvanas beside her closed her eyes, imrsed in this wonderful experience. It didn’t take long, just a little over half a minute, and when she opened her eyes again, she could see a faint flash of lightning in the depths of her eyes.
Sylvanas said to Duke in a very calm tone: "Duke, I want to challenge Freya alone!"
Duke shrugged. "Actually, I think you can remove the word ’want’. You’ve already made up your mind."
Sylvanas rolled her eyes and said, "Please, I am asking for your opinion. If you strongly oppose it, I will give up."
Duke looked at the person next to him and placed his hands on her extrely flexible shoulders. "From the first day I t you, I knew you were destined to be a sea eagle that breaks through the storm and soars into the sky, not a canary that is willing to stay in a cage and exchange its singing and beautiful feathers for human protection. So as long as you rember , your sisters and compatriots, you should challenge yourself within your ability."
Sylvanas’ mouth moved, and finally thousands of words turned into one sentence: "I will."
Then, Duke is once again presented with a charming and determined back that gradually recedes.
Although he is not tall and majestic, he has the courage to shoulder the responsibility of carrying the future of millions of elf compatriots. Such heroism is only possessed by a few people in the world.
Duke suddenly smiled bitterly: "You can obviously make a living by relying on your looks, but you insist on relying on your strength..."
In the Guardian Temple area, nearly a quarter of the way to the north is a huge courtyard with green trees. There are two large lakes in the south and the north, connected by a beautiful river.
That is the greenhouse of life where the goddess of life Freya is located.
This greenhouse is so huge, with huge trees that seem to reach the sky and flowers that are as big as houses. Even Freya, who is as tall as a ten-story building, does not look out of place inside.
Originally, Freya was inside, taking a slow walk, wandering by the lake, and listening to the sounds of various lives.
Suddenly, the giantess’ expression changed.
She looked at an arrow with an extrely surprised look. This arrow, like a teor from outer space, pierced through the layers of green light that filled the greenhouse atmosphere and flew straight towards her.
"Could it be Thorim?!" The surprised female silver imdiately turned into a scream.
There was no possibility for her huge body to dodge. No, her shoulder seed to be sucked over and she almost got pierced through the chest by the sharp arrow containing the supre law of thunder.
However, at the last mont, she used the power of her own life law to offset the gravitational force, which allowed her to squat suddenly and barely avoid the dangerous arrow that hit her vitals.
Even so, through the large charred hole on her left clavicle, one could still see what was behind her—her body was completely pierced.
The greenhouse of life with birds singing and flowers blooming suddenly fell silent with Freya’s scream. Only a circle of light lightning clouds remained in front of the eyes, and the clouds and fog made the air have a hint of burning sll.
The green mist was blown away by a gust of wind the next mont.
All that remained was a small and well-proportioned female figure standing on a green hillside at the south gate.
Although she was so tiny, in Freya’s eyes, she seed taller than all the guardians.
Purely because of that one hit!
Freya’s face looked a little abnormal, the lightning from the wound was still stimulating Freya’s nerves.
Perhaps, for a brave warrior, this was nothing. But Freya stared at the female figure with a look of deep hatred, as if her parents had died. No, it was as if her ancestors’ graves had been dug up.
"Who—are—you!?" The high-pitched voice was already filled with misery!
"Sylvanas Windrunner - Demigod of the wind of Azeroth!" Every word of Queen Sylvanas’ words seed like the howling of the wind, lightning and thunder, and contained the divine aura of the wind elent.
"Demigod?" Freya’s expression was full of confusion, and then she was furious: "Indigenous demigod! Do you know what sin you have committed? Not only did you call yourself a god in front of the servants of the great master Yogg-Saron, you also stole the thunder power that belonged to the master! Thorim should have been the master’s servant - what did you do to him!?"
After a pause, Freya burst out with the greatest anger!
"The most important thing is... you actually hurt a perfect —"
Hearing this, Duke, who was peeking at this place through the Mage’s Eye, opened his mouth so wide that a duck egg could be stuffed in.
Hey!
Ehhhh! ?
Sister Freya, did you read the script wrong?
In Duke’s impression, Freya was definitely not like this.
But Duke imdiately realized sothing: Yogg-Saron is also an expert in brainwashing. His brainwashing is not as rough as N’Zoth’s. N’Zoth used the constant whispers of the Old Gods to drive Neltharion crazy, and then re-injected his loyalty to N’Zoth. Yogg-Saron is different. It is more like injecting more unimportant information, and then slowly replacing the key content in the victim’s subconscious, such as changing the guardians’ loyalty from the titans to Yogg-Saron.
If the calculation is correct, Yogg-Saron in this life should have injected so annoying thoughts into Freya - conceit!
Along with Freya’s roar, suddenly, the wound that had just been pierced by Sylvanas’ arrow healed perfectly at a speed visible to the naked eye, without even the slightest scar left.
At the sa ti, changes occurred in this greenhouse of life.
Three trees that seed to stand tall and upright began to move, transforming from giant trees into humanoid creatures. When they lifted their feet, they lifted thick, long legs covered with roots. When they waved their hands, they lifted thick arms that could be used as the main beams of the hall.
They were the three ancient trees ntioned by Duke in the intelligence: Bright Leaf, Iron Branch and Stone Bark Ancient Tree Elder.
Not only these three, but also many more flowers and plants have their own mobility. They pull out thick rhizos from the grass where they are rooted, which are their legs. But their appearance is still not flattering.
There is the Swift Lasher with four petals on its head and two arms full of thorns, which looks just like a man-eating plant; there is the Explosive Lasher which can self-destruct and has a power comparable to that of a 203mm naval gun; there is also the Ancient Water Elental which is like a standard item, and so on...
A large group of ssy plants or water elental creatures easily ford an army and sward towards Sylvanas.
"Haha!" Sylvanas chuckled disdainfully: "As expected, the infinite recovery ability thing is just a lie!"
In a sense, this thod of constantly recruiting minions and overwhelming the opponent with a sea of plants can really restrain most teams with insufficient attack power.
wind--
Suddenly it blows!
Two small tornadoes pushed up Sylvanas’ boots, making her long legs sway in the air.
The next second, Sylvanas flew up.
At this point, most of Freya’s plant army could only stare blankly.
Except for a very small number of dark purple humanoid plants that have long-range attack capabilities, they are Storm Lasher who can release Storm Arrows.
When Sylvanas saw the sparse lightning arrows shooting into the air and attacking her, her sneer beca louder and louder: "Freya, you underestimate too much, don’t you? Do you think this attack... is effective?"
After saying that, Sylvanas snapped her fingers, and the lightning arrows flying towards her seed to be hit by ti-stop magic. They stopped in mid-air as if an ergency brake had been stepped on, turned around on the spot, and shot towards the huge tree man elder Liangye.
"Boom boom boom!" Large areas of the bright green branches and leaves of the tree man elder were blasted into charcoal. The lightning strike even caused a fire that quickly spread across the crown of the bright leaf elder.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah--" Liang Ye scread.
Fear of fire is a common problem among plants.
Sylvanas found it funny to see the five or six-story-tall treeman elder screaming as he rushed to the river, knelt down, and stretched his burning crown and back into the river.
Then the queen who had been taught bad things fired a rocket at Elder Liangye’s raised tree man’s butt.
Freya did not directly rescue her subordinates. It would be a waste of divine power to save a tree man elder who was flammable while he was on fire.
She chose to attack Sylvanas directly. She raised her right arm high and shouted: "Life needs sunlight--"
In the void above the Greenhouse of Life, sothing similar to a space portal suddenly opened.
The next mont, a thick beam of sunlight with a diater of at least 20 ters fell silently towards the place where Sylvanas was a second ago.
The sun is beautiful!
The sun can be viewed from a distance but not touched up close!
Sunlight maintains a certain temperature and intensity to promote the growth of all things, but too strong sunlight will evaporate all moisture and even burn everything it touches.
In the blink of an eye, a horrible charred cylinder appeared where Sylvanas was a second ago. That was the result of the overly scorching sun burning everything inside. If Sylvanas hadn’t dodged at the last mont with her high speed like a hurricane, she might have beco a charred corpse.
Queen Sylvanas had beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. She began to comfort herself, "This move is a bit disgusting... Fortunately, the elent I control is wind. Sylvanas, you can do it. Carefully sense the fire elent in the atmosphere, and turn into wind and lightning to dodge at the most intense mont."
In terms of strength, even if Freya’s strength was reduced after being brainwashed, she was not soone that Sylvanas could just kill. Using the weak to defeat the strong could indeed hone her abilities.
A truly strong person not only knows himself, but also knows his enemy.
Sylvanas, who had just entered the divine realm, used this thod to grow rapidly like a sponge absorbing water.
After she dodged Freya’s first Sunshine, Freya imdiately changed her strategy. She raised her hands and shouted, "The earth needs sunshine, Sunshine shines on the earth——"
"Huh!?" This move really scared Sylvanas.
Tactics that do not exist at all in the intelligence are the most challenging to a strong man’s reaction and judgnt.
In less than a second, Freya’s entire body was bathed in a golden glow, as if she had transford herself into the hottest sun, pouring the brilliant and dazzling sunlight into this huge greenhouse which was only ten square kiloters in size.
What!?
Duke, who was secretly watching the ga, was a little confused on the spot.
Freya is a typical nature-type person. The basic elent she controls should be the earth. Why did it suddenly beco the fire-type?
For a mont, Duke’s heart was in a knot.
Sylvanas is a typical example of high attack and high agility. After entering the realm of God, this characteristic cannot be changed. She is least afraid of the powerful single attack. On the contrary, she is most at a disadvantage against this kind of unreasonable all-seeing indiscriminate elental attack.
But the next mont, Duke was happy.
Because he had already detected the breath of Sylvanas on the back of a certain tree man elder.
"Rustle, rustle—"
"Squeak..."
Just like in the desert, only coniferous plants survive. After being burned by excessive sunlight, the water stored in the plants evaporates instantly. Most of these huge living trees and plants withered directly in Freya’s attack.
Only the three tree man elders who were the largest and strongest survived.
The clever Sylvanas took advantage of this.
She simply concealed most of her aura and hid on the back of Elder Stone Skin.
By the ti the tree man realized sothing was wrong, Sylvanas had already kicked her long legs and took off again.
"Don’t think this is the end--" Freya yelled. This ti, the giantess knelt on one knee and pressed her palms to the ground.
The water from the only two lakes in the greenhouse of life suddenly surged up hundreds of ters and turned into two huge fountains, sprinkling nectar-like drops on every inch of the scorched earth in the greenhouse.
The lush green atmosphere seed to spread endlessly in the greenhouse.
"Crack!"
It was a magnificent scene of a seemingly dead and charred land once again being occupied by life.
The land was cracking, and thick young shoots were sprouting from the cracks, from the most ordinary grass, to huge flowers that were one person tall, to new trees that five people could barely hug together.
Within the field of vision, all plants are growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Crack!" The completely charred surface was like a camouflaged shell. The charred branches of each plant burst open, and new buds grew stronger and stronger.
The thorn guards just now started to show their fangs and claws again.
In just a dozen or so breaths, the army of plants that had just been completely scorched by the terrible sunlight reappeared!
Sylvanas frowned slightly, and her beautiful and long golden eyebrows trembled noticeably.
Imdiately, she smiled.
She stood in the air and drew her longbow with grace.
A clear and proud female voice spread throughout the venue: "The army on the opposite side, you are all surrounded by , Sylvanas Windrunner! If you don’t want to die, lay down your weapons and surrender!"
Freya was stunned by this remark with a strong hint of cross-dressing. The last word that ca out of the giant’s mouth was: "Arrogant!"
Are you arrogant?
Maybe!
But if we don’t even dare to think about it, then there will be no progress in this world. In any conflict, both parties report their levels, which will determine the outco.
At this mont, Freya actually tried to give birth to a huge forest, completely occupying all the space in the greenhouse of life!
In the strong wind, Solidal Fury of the Stars has been launched, and countless starlight has transford into short and narrow arrows of light, pouring out from the gorgeous longbow.
The starlight blended with the lightning of thunder, and the arrows shot out were like thousands of lightning snakes, connecting the bow of the artifact longbow with every victim.
The huge petals were shot away by the thunder arrow and exploded into countless withered leaves surrounded by lightning.
The ferocious thorn whiskers were easily torn into hundreds and thousands of pieces by the raging waves of thunder and lightning, and were scattered like rags in the strong wind.
The focus of the attack was naturally on the three tree man elders.
The first to be knocked down was Bright Leaf, and the arrows that brought up the gust of wind blew away all the leaves on it, whether they were burnt black leaves or fresh green leaves. Even more terrifying was the power of thunder that kept spreading throughout the tree. The ultra-high-pressure thunder directly destroyed every vein in the trunk and caused a fire.
Now that all the water in the greenhouse had been used by Freya to irrigate the land, there was no water source to put out the fire this ti.
Moreover, ordinary fire cannot put out such thunder fire.
Throughout history, many forest fires have been caused by thunder from the sky splitting large trees.
Sylvanas’ thunderbolt also has a similar principle. Even though Fafner used sand as a fire extinguisher and rolled up waves of sand to cover Elder Brightleaf, she still couldn’t stop new flas from bursting out from the thick tree trunk.
Elder Liangye could be said to have been burned to death.
"No——" Freya scread.
Once there is one, there will be two.
While Sylvanas was flying in the air, she shot seventy-two thunder arrows at the Ironbranch Ancient Tree Elder, stirring the elental veins in its bark and directly igniting it into a large human-shaped torch.
"No, no, no!" Freya kept patting the ground, urging the trees to grow faster in order to fill all the space in this huge greenhouse that was nearly two hundred ters high, cutting and compressing the space for Sylvanas to move around.
However, all her strength and efforts ca to an abrupt end when the trees grew to occupy half of the greenhouse.
"Why?" The giantess guardian had a clear look of confusion on her face. She turned her head in astonishnt and looked at the last ancient tree elder, Stonebark, who had accompanied her through countless years. She was extrely sad to find that this ancient tree elder had actually passed away.
The huge tree man elder was dead, having lost all water and nutrients, just like those dead trees whose roots were rotten by insects and fell to the ground, without any life left.
It was not at the hands of Sylvanas that they fell, but because of Freya’s promotion of the vitality of the earth and the entire space.
In mid-air, the proud voice of Sylvanas, carried by the strong wind, ca again: "Freya, you lose..."
"No! I didn’t lose - I am the guardian of the Temple of Life. How could I lose to pure violence? The earth supports all things and grows all things. I can’t lose to a little demigod of wind and thunder like you!"
Sylvanas shook her head. "If there was real earth beneath your feet, or if you were in your life temple, I would definitely not be your opponent. Unfortunately, you can only use the power of the earth in a life greenhouse. Then, your failure is inevitable."
As the words fell, Sylvanas drew her bow and drew her arrow.
Behind her, mysterious titan runes suddenly appeared, forming a series of magic circles that expanded from the inside out. The elents of the wind elental world were continuously crossing the void and injecting into the artifact longbow in Sylvanas’ hand.
The power of the stars, the wind, and the thunder mixed and blended on this gorgeous longbow, eventually forming a tall, purple-blue arrow.
It’s more like a spear than an arrow.
With a length of more than two ters, it goes beyond the scope of an arrow.
"Freya! You should wake up!"
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