Opening champagne at half-time is a part of life and must be savored.
There are only two ways to break this bad habit.
Or poor.
Or it hurts.
Carlos watched calmly as Torim, who was over eight to nine meters tall, sacrificed his wisdom and violently beat the King of Wisdom who was over ten meters tall with the most primitive tortoise punches. He was filled with emotion.
The Pantheon and the Burning Legion are of the same origin, size equals strength.
In the hands of Carlos, the Heart of Thunder is just an energy source like a perpetual motion machine. In the body of the Storm King, who is on a similar path, it is a magical weapon that can transcend classes.
There is no need for the Storm Hammer. Thorim has transcended the limits of wind and thunderstorms. He is the embodiment of thunder and lightning.
Gradually, the death knights were no longer able to intervene in the battle between the two Titan Guardians.
For the creatures of Azeroth, this is a war between gods.
The thunder and lightning power that Loken usurped has not dissipated. The arc of light reflects the profound knowledge of the King of Wisdom, and is the ultimate elegant aesthetic violence.
Thorim is an excellent carrier of the Heart of Thunder. Anger and hatred have overwhelmed the nobility and grace. The king of the mountain gave up everything just to crush the enemy in front of him, his once best brother.
"Killing you a thousand times is not enough, Loken!"
The question of whether Yogg-Saron can annihilate the Heart of Thunder falls into the category of electronic cricket fighting, and it is difficult to draw a conclusion.
Anyway, just relying on the power bestowed by the ancient gods, Loken could not mentally corrupt the furious Thorim again.
The King of Wisdom also gradually abandoned his wisdom, and the two plasma beasts fought each other, destroying mortals' longing and imagination for gods.
"Sir, do you know what question I thought about most during those days when you were buried in the ground?"
"What is it?"
With his peripheral vision, he noticed that Carlos was no longer throwing the shot put, and Anduin Lothar cooperated to praise him.
"What is a warrior?"
"A warrior who dares to fight. Anyone can be a warrior as long as he has a brave heart."
Sir Lothar, who has been a spiritual mentor for most of his life, would not cooperate with Carlos in pretending to be [beep] on these philosophical issues.
"As expected of you, Sir, that's a good answer. So, what is the most important thing for a warrior?"
Although the battle between Thorim and Loken was full of lightning, and the bodies of the two Titan Guardians began to fall apart under the bombardment of the brothers' fists, there were no obvious flaws in any of them, and it seemed that they still needed to be repaired. for a while.
So Lothar was distracted and thought about the question raised by Carlos.
"Be a brave heart. The battle only ends the moment you give up."
There should be no problem with his answer, and it should be a link between the past and the future, but Sir Lothar instinctively felt that Carlos would end his answer with his violent remarks.
"It's a numerical value!"
"ha?"
Lothar thought about the answers to skills, beliefs, and even weapons and equipment, but Carlos once again shocked and surprised him.
And because his attention was mainly focused on the battle between the two Titan Guardians, Lothar didn't even understand what Carlos was saying at the first time.
"I once walked on a planet that was killed. That was the first time I understood, put myself in someone else's shoes, that the planet can also be killed. The essence of battle is a competition of values, willpower, destructive power, vitality, and even magic power. Magic skills are just serving numerical values. There are many kinds of beauty in the world, but what can really shock the soul in an instant is the beauty of intensity."
"So you're not going to be a human anymore?"
Carlos frowned and turned to look at Lothar.
"It shouldn't be. With your literary accomplishments, Sir, couldn't you tell that I was beating the Storm King Thorim like a piece of shit?"
Lothar's face, which is rich in money, will naturally not show any shame, let alone admit that he is overthinking.
"really."
The death knights who listened to the two men's conversation with their ears perked up were a little unable to hold their nerve.
The other person, Thorim, is also an ally at this time. Is it appropriate to arrange others in this way?
Incredibly suitable!
Carlos felt that he had finished fighting a long time ago. As for whether fighting is so strenuous, is it so difficult to hire a panda as a martial arts instructor? The violent aesthetics of your Pantheon can only be punched in the face, right?
But all the resentment is just standing and talking without back pain.
After all, you are not the one who is scumbag on the battlefield, so go ahead and fight.
Under Thorim's close pressure regardless of damage, Loken's martial arts skills, which he had practiced in his spare time, became less effective.
After all, Director Loken's job does not include Dipper, Duck, and Fantasy.
Feeling that the scepter in his hand was in the way, Loken's swipe was dodged by Thorim and was used as a spear to poke out.
However, Thorim's ferocious look with electric eyes is not only cruel to the enemy, but also cruel to himself.
Deliberately jamming Loken's scepter with his pierced left forearm, Thorim suddenly kicked the ground and prepared to use a waist hug on his good brother.
Loken naturally let go of the scepter in his hand and lowered his body weight, preparing to resist Thorim's body collision.
Therefore, the Storm King used his heart of thunder to melt the scepter containing the power of thunder, and used his own power to forge the scepter that pierced his forearm into a fist among the lightning and flint.
"Good acting!"
"Wow!"
When an awl pierced Loken's lower abdomen, the Titan Guardian would naturally not let out anything yellow or white.
Thorim was unyielding, and his whole body was filled with dazzling electric light. He held his left wrist with his right hand and lifted his good brother directly above his head, apparently preparing to perform a move such as the guillotine.
The mad dog that was promised, the sanity that was promised to be sacrificed.
Thorim, you did a great job!
However, Loken's disdainful snort interrupted the audience's mood.
"Do you think......"
Carlos suddenly threw the forbidden magic ball in his hand.
Yes, I thought I won.
Although the power of the ancient gods is strange and powerful, it is still essentially the same set of six root powers.
Therefore, Loken's use of shadow power to perform the second-stage transformation was a combat factor that Carlos had considered.
The reason why he was unwilling to play by himself was not only due to diplomatic considerations, but also due to his suspicion of the Awakened Ones, as well as the consideration of seizing opportunities.
After all, I was having fun on the field, my brain was overloaded, and I missed some opportunities.
Before the ominous black shadow had time to flow out from the wound on Loken's abdomen, the dead magic space formed after the explosion of the forbidden magic ball was driven away from the real world.
Although the power of the Thunder Heart was also suppressed in Thorim's body, the increase in the strength of the torso was still taking effect.
Thorim stretched his body and then smashed down hard, shattering Loken to the ground.
Using his intact right hand to grab Loken's still intact head, the Storm King began to get sick.
Don't talk nonsense, just crush it, don't give him a chance to speak!
As others would say, Carlos was roaring in his heart without any unnecessary actions or words.
The light in Loken's eyes began to dim, but his mouth remained stubborn.
"You know nothing about the future, Thorim."
"I don't blame you, brother."
"Darkness will eventually cover this world."
"But you shouldn't hurt Sif."
"The master will come back."
"Rest in peace, Lorcan."
this......
What is the difference between this and a quarrel between friends, talking to oneself...
Carlos glanced vaguely at Maiev Shadowsong, and the watcher who was leaning against the wall and looking at the scenery lightly tapped his arm armor with his finger.
Very good, this is the death knight's code word for not playing tricks.
Since things didn't develop beyond the plan, let's wait for the great Storm King to be sad for a little while longer.
