"Wow!
my friend! You are finally out! "
Mimiron, who has a lively and cheerful personality, jumped out of nowhere and waved the mechanical arm in his hand to greet Sarlayan enthusiastically.
"Mimiron?"
Sarlayan, whose mind was like a lake of jelly, frowned and rubbed his temples: "In other words, I am still...forget it, how long have I been in seclusion?"
This question is also what Danmaku wants to know.
The system’s built-in black screen jump time function is indeed very convenient for them.
...After all, the mortal netizens in the other world are not immortals like Sarlayan. If it were played exactly according to the time he experienced, there would be endless descendants.
[My descendants who don’t know how many generations from now, when the day comes to the end of Sarlayan’s story, remember to burn the ending to me... like this? 】
【Grass! Why does Sagong move mountains? 】
[Wake up, you don’t even have a girlfriend, how can you get a grandchild? 】
【Heart-breaking! 】
"Huh? Oh, wait, let me check the time first."
Mimiron did not expect that Sarlayan would ask this as his first question after coming out of seclusion.
As a secondary titan, Mimiron has an infinite lifespan, and his concept of time is completely different from that of mortals.
After entering a state of engrossed research, he didn't pay attention to how many years had passed.
Fortunately, as Azeroth's original engineering master and founder of a sect, Mimiron actually prepared a ten-thousand-year clock for himself.
It is literally a ten thousand year clock. As long as the energy supply is constantly cut off, this thing can continue to run for tens of thousands of years without mechanical failure. It can be regarded as a kind of black technology.
"Well...it's 856 years, 3 months and 12 days. You don't need to read the hours, minutes and seconds after that, right?"
Needless to say, it goes without saying that more than 800 years have passed since the screen went black. The barrage exploded in an instant, and the screen was filled with question marks of varying lengths.
Sarlayan didn't have time to make jokes with the barrage at this time. He looked up at the picturesque scenery of the Valley of Eternal Blossoms, which was already lined with green trees, with a somewhat dazed expression.
"856? So, C'Thun has..."
"C'Thun?"
Mimiron scratched his head with the fingers of his mechanical arm: "In the fifth year when you and Valeera began to retreat, C'Thun was defeated and sealed by Odin, Thorim and Hodir who came to the city."
"318 years ago, Yogg-Saron, who resisted until the end, was defeated by the Great Guardian's army. Azeroth had already entered a period of peace."
"ha……"
Sarlayan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I didn't expect that I missed so many wonderful things... No, where is the water element? Also, why are you still here? Are the Mantid still attacking?"
Mimiron shrugged and said indifferently: "The water element has obviously begun to fail to work at the end of the war. Freya and I tried our best to persuade Odin and Odin to give them a break, but it's a pity..."
"In view of the damage they caused to Azeroth by assisting the ancient gods in the early years, the four elements were uniformly exiled to the elemental world opened by Hela."
"As for the Mantid..." Mimiron shrugged jokingly: "After the collapse of the Dark Empire, the Great Guardian came to personally lead an army to Pandaria to conquer the last chaotic land."
"The Mantid, which had not yet recovered its strength, was beaten to the point of being almost wiped out. Only a few elites protected their queen and fled into hiding. According to Freya's prediction, the Mantid will not be able to form a climate for at least tens of thousands of years."
"Finally, tell me." A sincere smile appeared on Mimiron's face: "I personally sent you and Valeela to retreat. Anyway, I have to wait until you come out before I can leave."
"Ah this..."
At this time, Sarlayan's brain gradually returned to normal operation, and Mimiron's seemingly ordinary words moved him very much.
"Thank you for your hard work over the years."
"It's not hard work." Mimiron said with a smile: "Odin said that he had people build a Creator Holy Platform for me outside Ulduar, with all the equipment and resources."
"But I can't stand that guy's bad temper, so I just found an excuse to hide in the south to help build the Origin Furnace. I'll go back and take a look after you come out of seclusion."
"Origin furnace..."
Judging from Mimiron's unguarded description, it is speculated that during the years of Sarlayan's retreat and penance, the Forge of Will and the Forge of Origin should have been built one after another, and the star soul that had suffered for many years finally entered a period of rapid growth.
'I wonder if the guardian dragon has been born...forget it, this is not what I should worry about now. '
While Sarlayan and Mimiron were chatting about the major events that had happened over the years, Valeera also stumbled out of the "hut" holding her forehead.
Valeera: "???"
Looking up, she saw a completely different scenery than before the retreat. Valeera had the same illusion as Sarlayan before.
"I am..."
"Shh~"
Sarlayan turned to Valeera and winked with his left eye: "Little squirrel, you are also out of seclusion. Just in time, come and talk to Mimiron. I don't know how many years it will be when I next see him. Later."
"Don't call me squirrel!"
Sarlayan deliberately provoked Valeela's sensitive nerves, triggering her conditioned reflexive rebuttal. Valeela woke up much faster than Sarlayan.
Mimiron: "?"
"What..." Mimiron asked in confusion: "How do you know I'm leaving soon?"
"And I don't know how many years... This statement is too exaggerated. As long as you are in need, you can come to me at the Creator's Holy Platform at any time."
"Seeing as your help has greatly accelerated the defeat of C'Thun, that brainless guy Odin won't do anything to you."
Sarlayan and Valeela exchanged opinions through their eyes, and Valeela sighed melancholy: "Thank you for your invitation. If we have time, we will definitely go to Ulduar to visit again."
'However, it will be tens of thousands of years later. '
Among all the Titan Guardians, Mimiron, Azadas, and Freya, who have had in-depth contact with Sarlayan, are relatively mild-tempered.
Tyr, the guardian of justice who is a warrior with Thorim, Odin and others, is said to be very close to mortals, but Sarlayan has never met him, and there is a high probability that there will be no chance of meeting him in the future.
After taking over a set of portable communication equipment of unknown number from the enthusiastic Mimiron's hands with a somewhat complicated mood, Sarlayan and Valeera said goodbye to Mimiron, who had already packed his bags.
After witnessing Mimiron turning on the teleportation device and leaving the Valley of Eternal Blossoms, he turned around and looked back at the gorgeous palace where many mogu people already lived. Sarlayan sighed deeply.
"Mogu'shan Palace...maybe it's not called this name yet."
"I didn't expect that during our years of seclusion, Mimiron and Laideng had already built the palace."
Valeera smiled bitterly with some complicated emotions and said: "It seems that we are still the first batch of residents of Mogushan Palace."
"According to you, when we go back, can we make an 'ancient joke' on the Pandaren?"
"Haha! Maybe."
A wicked smile appeared on Sarlayan's face: "I also want to know how Shaohao will react when he learns about this."
"So..." Valeela took one last nostalgic look at the Valley of Eternal Blossoms where the scenery was "still the same": "Can we go back?"
Sarlayan retracted his smile and said with some inexplicable nostalgia: "Of course, I am not sleeping in seclusion for 856 years."
"It's time to go back to our time."
"Are you ready?"
Valeela spread her hands: "What are you ready for? Just go back as you came. This portable communication device is just a souvenir from Mimiron."
"Then..." Sarlayan's eyes suddenly turned bright gold: "Let's set off."
As Sarlayan raised his hand to draw a circle in front of him, a golden gate of time and space appeared in front of the two of them.
But at this time, Sarlayan accidentally forgot one thing.
Due to the birth of the Forge of Will, today's Titan creations are no longer the iron lumps without self-will that they were during the war.
After noticing Sarlayan's unusual behavior, the nearby mogu immediately passed the news to the great guardian Laideng who guarded the south.
When Laiteng turned into golden lightning and rushed to the scene, he happened to see the door of time and space closing again.
"This is……"
As the great guardian of the Titans, Lai Deng's knowledge was far superior to that of his colleagues, and he recognized the nature of this door at a glance.
"Gateway to Time and Space?!"
"and……"
In this era, Laideng has not lost his fighting spirit, and he is still confident in completing the tasks assigned by the creators.
Following some kind of special perception, he came to the palace where Sarlayan and Valeela had previously stayed in seclusion. Laiden squatted down thoughtfully and touched the ground.
"This is the power of the great guardian that has the same origin as me? The gate of time and space, could it be said..."
