Once upon a time, the Naaru were the Titans' closest companions.
The universe is so big, but there are so few beings to chat with.
With almost all races regarding the Titans as their creators and gods, a very small number of intelligent beings including the Naaru are the most precious friends of the Pantheon. Titan bosses including Aman'Thul are willing to provide their friends with everything they can. s help.
The universe at that time was a farming simulation management game.
But with the fall of Sargeras and the rise of the Burning Legion, everything changed.
The once prosperous cosmic civilizations are declining day by day, some were corrupted and destroyed by the Burning Legion, and some were purged and purified by the Pantheon Titans.
The current universe chat room is empty and deserted.
The universe at this time has become a real-time strategy game.
Times have changed.
Adal firmly opposed the atrocities of the Burning Legion, but he also did not agree with the actions of the Pantheon.
Aggramar forgot the great pioneering era, the hardships of the Titans and the Naaru in raising civilization together, forgot the value of life, and forgot that life itself is the greatest miracle in the universe.
In order to save the universe, the Burning Legion must be fought.
In order to fight against the Burning Legion, the corruption and expansion of the Legion's power must be prevented.
To stop the spread of corruption, a purge was necessary.
The logic is perfect, but the original intention is forgotten.
The Holy Light Legion that Adal hopes to form is a glorious legion to defend the continuation of life. Fighting against the Burning Legion is only a means, not an end. This is contrary to the current Pantheon.
So Adal is the unpopular Naaru among the Titans.
That's why it uses avatars to participate in this ridiculous game.
The planet's Titan guardians have become corrupted.
To put it bluntly, it's just a joke.
The purpose of Adal's visit was to determine the extent of the Titan Guardian's corruption.
If there's still hope, get involved.
If it is already terminally ill, it will seize the dominion of the planet and bring the planet into the sphere of influence of the Holy Light Legion.
What?
You ask about Pantheon’s attitude?
The Pantheon's attitude has always been to kill the wrong ones and not let them go.
Adal told Carlos categorically that if a high-level Titan discovered that one of his military bases had been infiltrated and corrupted by the Burning Legion, burning glass would be the only result.
Although he felt that what Adal said was a bit exaggerated, Carlos decided to believe it. After all, Ulduar had learned from his mistakes and couldn't help but believe it.
"Life on this planet is not a completely natural evolution, and there is also the intervention of Titan. Moreover, Titan has left a war factory on this planet, and Titan's creations have affected the evolution of mortal civilization."
When Adal said this, Carlos couldn't help but nodded. If it weren't for the excessive pressure from the tribe, he would have wanted to be a golden captain in Azeroth.
"So I don't really want to absorb this planet and its inhabitants into the Legion of Light, at least not all of them."
"ah?"
What kind of internal logic was this? Carlos didn't understand it at all.
"Power itself is divided into camps. It is not that we Naaru chose the Holy Light, but the Holy Light created us Naaru. In the same way, Titan worship is permeated in the bones of Titan's creation, which is a kind of code written in life. Paranoia, just like Aggrama, can easily lead to darkness. To put it nicely, it is called persistence, but to put it another way, it can also be called extreme."
Carlos understood every word Adar said, but he didn't understand what Nalu wanted to express at all.
"I don't study well, don't lie to me."
"Cheating is not Naru's style, you can rest assured."
"..."
Carlos felt like he was being talked to to death by Adal.
A conversation of hundreds or even thousands of words was just the time for a Holy Light inspection. Adal did his best without any concealment. The entire Westwood had no secrets in front of Naru.
The location of the Space Marines was determined, and Adar and Carlos appeared in front of Dorn through teleportation.
Carlos didn't even need to use the knife, Adal just "singed a song", the foundation of the heroic spirit began to collapse, and the body made of magic dissipated into nothingness.
Ignoring the stunned magician, Adal teleported again, teleporting Carlos and himself to a mysterious grand hall.
"here it is?"
"Where the Titan Guardian of this planet resides, Ein Hofmanns."
"Ein Hoffmans..."
Carlos felt unspeakably uncomfortable. His skills in naming Titans were really high.
"Something is wrong."
Not paying attention to Carlos's little entanglement, Adal reminded him.
"Huh? Titan Guardian!"
Carlos understood what Adal meant and broke into someone else's home, but the owner didn't show up. Something was indeed wrong.
But Adal didn't have any more explanation. Its brilliance continued to weaken, and it started to flicker.
"Wait a moment, give me some time."
After saying these words, Adal bloomed with the most dazzling light like fireworks in midsummer. A kind of holy light spell that Carlos couldn't understand the principle was cast by Adal. Then, for the third time, Adal teleported with Ka Los came to a mysterious door.
Then, Adal turned into a pale white powder, like extremely finely ground bone powder.
Carlos was confused. He felt that the number of times he had been confused in the past twenty years of his life was not as many as this unexpected trip.
what's the situation!
The situation is that with Adal's ashes, the last "heroic spirit" was killed, the ceremony of the Cup of Heaven ended, and Carlos became the final winner.
The door slowly opened, and what came out was... Medivh!
Carlos drew his weapon and stared coldly at Medivh in front of him.
"Don't be excited, my friend. I am real, not an illusion, and I am not pretending. There is no need to wonder who I am."
Medivh spread his hands, looking relaxed and happy.
"You owe me an explanation."
Carlos couldn't see through the true strength of the person in front of him and didn't dare to act rashly, so he used words to test.
"There is nothing to explain. I said that if you win the ceremony, I will send you back to Azeroth, right. Now I am here to fulfill my promise."
Medivh said to Carlos with a smile.
"No, this ceremony is definitely not what you said. It is not about choosing a [vaccine] at all."
Carlos took a small step back, arched his body, and prepared for the battle.
But Medivh still made no further moves.
"Don't be excited, don't be nervous, Carlos, I probably know why you are so nervous. Adar, right? It does surprise me that it will be involved."
Medivh smiled and took a step back, indicating that he meant no harm.
"what's so funny?"
Carlos' body relaxed a little, but his mind was still as tense as before.
Because Carlos couldn't determine the identity of this "Medivh".
"How can you not laugh? You brought me the best result. The best, the best with a one-in-a-million chance."
Medivh opened his arms, as happy as a child.
"I'm going to cast a small spell now. You can be on guard, but don't be nervous. We'll talk about it later."
Medivh greeted him in advance, and then recited a spell. Carlos nervously spread his wings of holy light, but the final result was that the dark armor on his body turned into smoke and dispersed in Medivh's hand. A black ball with mysterious lines.
"Finally got it."
Medivh's eyes revealed greed, but he restrained his complacency very well.
"Now, let's talk about your return to Azeroth."
"I think you should give me some clothes first."
Carlos said, resisting the desire to do something.
