While the massive steel army began to march towards the border of Crystalsong Forest, the traitor Loken, the Titan guardian who initiated this war, was still stationed in the Titan city of Ulduar. He did not seem to intend to go to the front line to command the battle in person.
Of course, commanding on the battlefield is not an area that the King of Wisdom is good at. During the war with the Dark Empire, Loken was mainly responsible for making suggestions behind Laden, who was in charge of the overall situation.
To be honest, Loken's position is very similar to that of Sarlayan in the early days. He is good at pre-war layout and planning, but is not good at actual battle command.
But this is only Sarlayan in the early years, people will always grow.
Sarlayan once heard a comment mentioned by the barrage.
Gods are perfect creatures from the moment they are born, so they do not need to grow. As long as they can make good use of their talents, they will be able to achieve success.
Mortals are born imperfect, so they need to continuously improve themselves through hard work and study, striving to one day achieve god-like perfection and thus step into a new realm.
Saryan could not say whether this philosophical theory was right or wrong, or... there was no clear right or wrong about this issue at all.
As a mortal with dragon blood, Sarlayan has never stopped improving his abilities.
Due to the future information provided by the barrage, Sarlayan always felt a heavy burden in his heart. This pressure prompted him to not dare to stop moving forward for a moment, and was always constantly improving his shortcomings.
Jarod is the undisputed pinnacle of mortals in terms of battlefield command, but after all, there is only one Jarod, and Sharlayan cannot pull him over to save him every time he encounters a war.
Jarod is a member of the Dark Night Council, and there are still many military matters within the clan that need him to handle.
Due to his responsibilities, Jarod is destined to be unable to travel around the world as often as Sharlayan.
After the Battle of Haishan, Sarlayan, who has entered the realm of demigods, no longer needs to invest too much energy in improving his personal combat effectiveness. It is difficult for demigods to quickly improve their strength through hard training alone.
If he wants to further strengthen himself, Sarlayan can only deepen his understanding of his natural powers, which allows him to free up a lot of time to hunt in other areas.
For example, battlefield command.
After killing Sif by mistake due to an unbalanced mentality, Loken, who was worried about Thorim's accusation, turned to Yogg-Saron in panic, and gradually went further and further on the road of betraying his compatriots and mission, and then... There is no turning back either.
After cooperating with Yogg-Saron to deceive Mimiron, Freya and Hodir into being captured and brainwashed by Ulduar, Loken became a real loner. He had not confided in anyone for a long time.
Worried that the missing Laideng would return one day, Loken has been feeling guilty and panicked for these years, and the boundless loneliness of not being able to talk to anyone is constantly eroding his heart.
As the saying goes, the unknown is often the scariest thing.
Now that the boots have finally landed, Loken's mood has become much calmer. The King of Wisdom who once served as Laiteng's right-hand man seems to be gradually returning.
In the deserted main hall of Ulduar, Loken sat on his throne, holding his chin with one hand and expressionlessly asking the Iron Vrykul General Biagri below: "How is the situation on the front line?"
Biagri knelt respectfully on one knee on the shining floor of Ulduar and lowered his head and replied: "So far, the progress has been pretty smooth."
"Perhaps our sudden attack caught the enemy off guard. The rebels at the border of Crystal Song Forest have been in a passive defensive posture and seem to have no plans to counterattack for the time being."
"snort……"
Loken snorted with unknown meaning: "Don't be careless. In terms of the total number of troops, we are still at a disadvantage."
"As long as the enemy comes to their senses, they may launch a large-scale counterattack at any time."
"Biagli, you should rush to the front line as soon as possible. I will leave the command of the army to you."
"Yes! Great guardian!"
Watching Biagri striding away from the Ulduar Hall, Loken looked up with deep eyes at the ornately decorated ceiling of Ulduar.
"What are you thinking about?"
A feminine female voice suddenly appeared in Loken's ear: "You won't regret it until the end, right?"
"Ha~" Loken smiled mockingly: "Now that things have happened, does it matter whether I regret it or not? I can't look back anyway."
"We are grasshoppers on a rope. If we don't want to be defeated by the senior generals who come to lead the rebel army... Yogg-Saron, it's time for you to come up with some cards."
"I know that without you reminding me."
The incarnation of Yogg-Saron's will that transformed into Sif's soul chuckled in a strange way: "Loken, just rest assured and be prepared. Vezax and other guardians will appear in time after the enemy invades the interior of Ulduar. "
"It's you, don't let yourself slip in this critical battle that affects the success or failure of the overall situation."
…
Loken and Yogg-Saron knew the direction of the war outside of Ulduar.
Although Loken showed a confident attitude when facing Biagri, in fact, he had known for a long time that sooner or later Laiden would lead the titan creation and dragon alliance to break through the layers of defense built by the steel army and come to Ulduar in person Ask yourself for punishment.
Including Biagri, all the steel armies left outside Ulduar are just cannon fodder to delay time and increase the enemy's troop losses.
The real decisive game will eventually take place in Ulduar, because the dragon family cannot enter Ulduar.
Therefore, Loken placed all his real elites on the large campus at the entrance to Ulduar. The role of these elite soldiers was to stop Laden's army from entering Ulduar.
Due to the disadvantage in the total number of troops, Loken knew that he could not defeat the army of Titan creations led by Laiden on the frontal battlefield, and could only place his hope of comeback in the final decisive battle involving a small number of high-end combat forces.
"Yog-Saron, I will try my best to lure them to fight near your cage, but don't have high expectations. You are not a fool and will not give us the chance to fight with more than less."
Fake Sif smiled nonchalantly and said, "Everything depends on man-made circumstances. Changes in the situation are often driven by details. In short, you should play your role well first."
'Character...? '
Loken actually also knows that in Yogg-Saron's mind, he is just a useful chess piece, and the one he trusts most is the true direct descendant of the ancient god like Vezax.
But as Loken said, when the situation has reached this point, he can no longer turn back and can only bite the bullet and continue this road of no return to the end.
According to the information obtained by Luoken'an during the repulsion, something seems wrong with Laideng. In the past, he always rushed to the front line to command, but this time he has been behind the scenes to control the battle.
This performance obviously did not conform to Laden's impression in Loken's mind. Loken, who was very flexible, immediately speculated that Laden's strength might have declined.
This knowledge gave Loken more courage. If things really develop according to Yogg-Saron's plan, it's hard to say who will win and who will lose in this decisive battle.
'I hope it will be as bad as I expected, and...'
Loken's eyes narrowed warily: 'You actually chose to trust mortals like Tyr. Come on, have you also fallen? '
…
"Fallen?"
At the frontline camp of Jingsong Forest, faced with the question raised by Thorim before going into battle, Laiteng shook his head in a funny way.
"Thorim, why do you follow Odin's lead? Why do you think trusting mortals is depravity?"
The naive Thorim scratched his head: "Isn't it? Compared with Titan creations, the lives of mortals are too short and fragile. Even the dragons who are also called guardians... Uh, okay, let's not mention this for now. .”
Thorim, who was planning to talk nonsense, remembered the many times he had been beaten by Malygos before, so he could only remain silent in embarrassment.
Laiden did not poke Thorim's pain point, but just smiled and explained: "It's time for you to open your eyes and see the world, my brother."
"Awakening from a long slumber, I have traveled around the world in this new Azeroth."
"In Sarlayan's words, after tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes of life, it is now the age of mortals."
"As you said, the lives of mortals are short and fragile, but this does not mean that they are useless."
"It is precisely because life is short that they will try their best to bloom a moment of brilliant brilliance in the limited time."
"Besides..."
Laideng glanced at Thorim with a half-smile: "Now you and Sarlayan do still have a greater chance of winning in a one-on-one battle, but your potential has been developed to the end, and Sarlayan is still making progress. "
"Let's not talk about it if it's far away. With Saryan's progress that surpasses common sense, in just a hundred years, are you sure you can still suppress him firmly by yourself?"
"Ah this..."
Although Tuolimu is naive, he never bothers to lie. He actually knows in his heart that Laideng's statement is reasonable.
A hundred years later, he really couldn't guarantee that he would still be able to defeat Sarlayan, who was making rapid progress.
"That's why I said it." Laiden smiled and patted Thorim on the shoulder: "You... it's not just you, it's the same with all the guardians. We should put down our arrogance and re-understand this fact that has long been with us. It’s a different world.”
"Let's stop chatting here."
Laiden turned to look at the battlefield that was already in full swing, his expression gradually becoming serious: "Thorim, go to war, lead our warriors, and open a smooth road to Ulduar as soon as possible."
Speaking of fighting, Thorim, who looked a little embarrassed, suddenly became energetic: "No problem! Leave it to me!"
