Big Bad

Al'Akir leaned his head closer to Janna, deliberately saying, "You see, it seems those Titan guardians don't care about your life or death. I think I need to re-evaluate your value as a hostage, don't I?"

The Wind Lord's methods of sowing discord weren't clever, but they were just right. Because on the matter of whether to rescue the hostage, most of the guardians weren't of one mind with the mortals.

These words, falling into the ears of both sides, made the heroes of Valoran watch these tall "allies" with vigilance.

The seven guardians in the Halls of Origination were far less important than the guardians of Ulduar. Their sole responsibility when the order to reshape the world came down was to activate the corresponding Titan devices according to their authority, first breaking down all existing things in the world, including life and matter, and then reassembling these original substances into new life and matter according to the blueprint.

If the guardians of Ulduar leaned more towards intelligence, the guardians of the Halls of Origination leaned more towards "function."

The mortal heroes felt uneasy when they heard Anra'fet's words just now. If the guardians really attacked without regard for Janna's safety, they might have to consider stopping these "allies" first. They couldn't watch Janna be "killed" before their eyes.

As a hostage, Janna wasn't affected by these words.

Her face was flushed, and she looked very uncomfortable. She had been struggling hard, but Al'Akir was holding her too tightly, and she couldn't break free no matter what.

Hearing Al'Akir still trying to sow discord, Janna finally couldn't bear it any longer and angrily scolded, "Let me go, you scoundrel!"

"Scoundrel?"

This title stunned everyone.

Putting aside the huge size difference between Janna and Al'Akir, just the difference in physique between an elemental being and a mortal made it difficult to imagine any possibility of one molesting the other.

Was Janna just too angry?

The heroes thought with embarrassment.

Janna didn't think she had described him wrongly. In her eyes, Al'Akir was such a scoundrel!

She couldn't forget that she was accidentally captured because of a whirlwind summoned by Al'Akir. The whirlwind rose from under her feet, blowing her into the air. She wasn't wearing much to begin with, and her skirt was completely blown up at that time. She didn't know how much was exposed, and many people must have accidentally seen it.

This was already enough to make Janna feel ashamed. She felt like she had been stripped naked. And that wasn't all. Apart from that, being grabbed in Al'Akir's hand and squeezed hard only confirmed that he was a scoundrel!

She was extremely aggrieved, but she couldn't tell anyone.

Was she supposed to say, "My breasts are about to be flattened?"

The feeling of shame from being squeezed in his fist wasn't limited to that.

Most of Al'Akir's body was composed of wind essence, and his surface was constantly flowing wind. Being completely surrounded by this all-pervasive wind made Janna feel like she was being molested by countless hands, with every part of her body being "taken care of." This was simply infuriating!

Janna's eyes were red, and anger welled up in her heart. A strong thought was constantly tearing at her sanity. A voice was hinting to her, "Summon a hurricane and blow everyone into the sky!"

That way, no one would know her embarrassment!

"Scoundrel? Rest assured, although you are a stunning beauty according to mortal aesthetics—" Al'Akir quickly recovered. Although this hostage's reaction was a bit beyond his original expectations, anything the hostage said or did at this time would only make her companions more concerned about her safety. The worst thing was if she remained completely silent. "But according to elemental aesthetics, you and a monkey wearing clothes are not much different in my eyes."

Before Al'Akir could finish speaking, an angry voice came from the horizon:

"Hey, monster, you explain to Old Sun clearly, how did the monkey wearing clothes offend you!"

This sharp voice was initially very far away, but after saying this, the owner of the voice made a brilliant appearance—wasn't that a monkey wearing bright armor and carrying a stick?

He arrived on a cloud, his speed was incredibly swift. When he stopped, he was still chattering: "Monster, you explain to me clearly, what's wrong with the monkey wearing clothes!"

Al'Akir didn't have time to respond to Sun Wukong. The moment he saw this monkey flying on a cloud, he had a very bad premonition.

His memory was very good, so he remembered very clearly that whether it was the battle in Uldum before, or the battle that took place later in the Skywall, this monkey had never appeared. The fact that he appeared here most likely meant…

It meant that the enemy's reinforcements had arrived!

Al'Akir secretly cried out that things were bad, because he immediately realized that this wasn't just a guess. A very powerful enemy had quietly appeared behind him. He immediately recognized that it was the person his master N'Zoth had told him to be extremely wary of—the leader of Valoran, Aiden!

Although Al'Akir didn't turn his head, he didn't rely on his eyes to discern things. The wind would tell him everything.

He sensed Aiden reaching out his hand and pointing, and suddenly a holy light shone from the sky onto his hand—no, actually it shone on Janna in the palm of his hand. A layer of golden shield immediately appeared on the surface of this beautiful hostage's body.

Al'Akir inwardly cursed, immediately tightening his grip, attempting to crush the shield and regain control of his hostage. However, the small shield displayed a formidable defense that startled him. He exerted all his strength, unleashing the power of storms and thunder, yet failed to break through!

That was Aiden's ultimate skill learned from Kayle, the Judicator's ultimate skill—Divine Bulwark. The golden Holy Light shield could protect the target from all harm.

Only attacks far exceeding the caster's power could instantly shatter the shield, and Aiden was now a completely different person. In all of Azeroth, there were few who could instantly break his Divine Bulwark. Clearly, Al'Akir was not one of them.

Janna gained a much-needed respite. Her eyes widened, her pupils instantly turning silver-white, as if an infinitely powerful vortex was brewing within her furious gaze.

Al'Akir sensed an unusual eye of the storm forming, originating from the palm of his hand.

"This, this—"

The Lord of Wind Elements finally recognized the potential of this hostage.

He sighed slightly, lamenting such outstanding talent! If Janna were willing to become his chosen one, she would surely become the strongest in the Wind Kingdom after him, at least a demigod of great power.

Unfortunately, Janna didn't give him much time to lament. The eye of the storm rapidly formed, and manipulating the raging power, she screamed furiously, "Die, you scoundrel!"

The eye of the storm evolved into a hurricane, sweeping in all directions. Even Al'Akir couldn't maintain his footing in the storm. He sighed regretfully, then released his hand and vanished instantly.

However, the hurricane's power didn't end there. It continued to spread, engulfing not only the wind elements but also the heroes who had come to subdue Al'Akir.

Aiden was dumbfounded. He shouted, "Janna, stop it!"

Janna bit her lip tightly, then responded through gritted teeth, "I know what I'm doing, Commander!"

Then Aiden and the heroes who arrived later witnessed a strange scene:

Janna charged into the eye of the storm, using her ability to fix a certain hero in place, then asked coldly, "Did you see it?" If the person replied "I saw it," she would abandon them, letting them float and sink in the hurricane, choking on several mouthfuls of cold wind. If the person replied "I didn't see anything," she would send them to a safe area with satisfaction.

Of course, the wind element creatures didn't enjoy this treatment. They were completely disintegrated in the storm, and the scattered wind element essence instead strengthened the hurricane's power.

Aiden didn't know what had happened before he arrived. He asked Jax, who had just left the eye of the storm, "Janna, what's going on?"

Jax explained the situation briefly, letting them, the latecomers, know the reason.

Aiden was immediately astonished, saying, "When a woman gets angry, it's really… terrifying!" He then quietly asked Jax, "Did you see it?"

Jax shook his head like a rattle-drum, "No, absolutely not!"

Aiden gave him a thumbs up.

Then Jax whispered, "Well, if I had a choice, I would look at Sona…"

"…" Aiden guessed that at this moment, Jax's face under the mask must be a lecherous one.

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Of course, even for those heroes who accidentally saw Janna exposed, she wouldn't really do anything to them. At most, she would blow them with more wind, make them choke on some air, and let them experience an amusement park ride that was more thrilling than a roller coaster. Before long, she released everyone.

This cloud palace originally housed a large army of wind elements, all of whom were elites of the Skywall. However, after the hurricane, they had all truly vanished into thin air. Only the three high-ranking wind element leaders of the Wind Council were still alive—but in very poor condition. They were already on their last breaths, and after falling out of the eye of the storm, they didn't even have the strength to resist, and were easily eliminated by the heroes.

The Throne of the Four Winds, the palace where Al'Akir the Windlord resided, was now occupied by the army that had come to subdue the wind element lord. The road to Al'Akir's throne had become a wide-open path.

Aiden learned about the events that had occurred here from Azir's report, and when he learned that the Guardians had almost disagreed about whether to rescue the hostage, Aiden looked at the Guardians over there. The Life-Binder Freya returned his gaze with an apologetic look. Although she was on the same side as Azir and the others, believing that the safety of the hostage should be the priority, she was still a member of the Guardians and had to take responsibility for the Guardians' decision.

Aiden smiled and nodded, then said to Azir, and Janna who was also here, "Don't take this matter to heart. This is just Al'Akir's attempt to sow discord. We haven't suffered any losses, and the Guardians have their own position. Don't let this little thing affect your mood, otherwise Al'Akir will definitely laugh at us on his throne!"

"But he definitely can't laugh now." Kayle's tone was relaxed, and she seemed to be in a good mood.