Dispatch

The question of whether to send troops is actually not difficult to resolve.

On the surface, the war in Shirethe doesn't seem to have much to do with the residents of Azeroth, but everyone knows that this war could very well determine the fate of the entire universe. It's more than just Azeroth at stake!

The members of the Alliance are not made up of timid races, nor are there any warriors who fear the enemy and avoid battle. Decades ago, the Alliance willingly launched an expedition to Draenor, the orcs' homeland, for a potential threat to Azeroth. Turalyon was the commander of that expedition.

Now, the impending war in Shirethe also threatens the safety of Azeroth, and the Alliance will never stand idly by!

On this point, almost all attendees agreed with sending troops.

"How can we send troops to Shirethe?" Daelin Proudmoore, tall and thin, looked at Medivh and asked, "Will we need the navy?"

"I know the interstellar coordinates of Shirethe; we can reach there through a portal." Medivh's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

He knew he had taken the first successful step. At the same time, he felt somewhat ashamed—these leaders of the Alliance were fighting for justice, while he himself was driven by the selfish motive of saving his son, Med'an.

Of course, as the last Guardian, he was also willing to fight for humanity, for Azeroth.

If everything was destined to be irreversible, he would not hesitate to sacrifice his own life.

At this moment, the angel Ophiel entered the conference room and whispered something in Swain's ear.

The leader, temporarily representing the Valoran Federation, nodded and then stood up to say, "Not for now, Prophet Medivh."

Medivh looked at him in surprise, somewhat puzzled.

'Could it be that the Valoran Federation…'

He immediately shook his head, dismissing the thought.

Every nation or force present had a reason not to send troops, except for the Valoran Federation. After all, their leader, Lord Aiden, was in Shirethe; how could they not send troops?

The other leaders also looked at Swain.

"We just received news that Lord Aiden sent a magical signal from Shirethe. He will establish an interstellar portal between the Shirethe Kadar Outpost and the War Academy. Next, we only need to prepare for war!"

The others looked at each other, and they all saw excitement in each other's eyes!

This was not an unprepared war. Even if their enemies were powerful, they had defeated the Burning Legion twice. Why couldn't they defeat them this time?

However, what people didn't expect was that their enemies might be more than just the Burning Legion.

This was a three-way war, and only allegiance was the sole criterion for distinguishing friend from foe.

—That being said, at least for now, the Pantheon did not consider mortals as enemies.

The day after Aiden returned to Shirethe, the second Pantheon Titan also arrived in Shirethe through the portal.

"Gorganneth, you've arrived!" Aggramar was already waiting on the side.

Aggramar was the commander of the Pantheon's armed forces, which sounded like a Grand Marshal or Commander-in-Chief of a mortal nation, and his position was obviously not low.

When Sargeras was in this position, that was indeed the case.

Because Sargeras had the same authority as Aman'Thul, his position in the Pantheon was as high as Aman'Thul, and he was the undisputed ruler.

Although Aggramar was Sargeras's successor and commanded the same troops, his position was far inferior to his former superior. As a latecomer to the Pantheon, his status was actually the lowest.

The "Pantheon" was equivalent to the "Council of Six" of Dalaran, and all Titans and Titan creations undoubtedly belonged to the Pantheon. There were many Titans, but only a few Titans were qualified to enter the Pantheon.

This spot was not a democratic election, but came from the authority granted by Aman'Thul.

Gorganneth was the son of Aman'Thul and Eonar. He was born with great power and very high authority, which Aggramar, a latecomer, could not compare to. So, although they were both in the Pantheon, Aggramar's position was actually lower than this "Crown Prince."

With the "Crown Prince" arriving, Aggramar had to come and greet him.

Gorganneth nodded and spoke in a deep, heavy voice, "How is it here? Has the battle not started yet?"

"Not yet. The Burning Legion's legion fortresses are constantly entering here, and the demons are also gathering their strength," Aggramar replied.

"Hmm."

Gorganneth looked around, then turned his gaze to Shirethe.

"The sky is dark? No, that's not good." He seemed to be talking to Aggramar, and also seemed to be talking to himself.

Now, the four Sun Gods have all fallen—not completely fallen, in fact, Ya'er is not dead yet—after being blasted to the ground, it was already seriously injured and unable to move.

Most of this injury was due to Vel'koz''s contribution—this void creature with three tentacles completely controlled Ya'er's body and was constantly extracting the energy of the purple sun.

Ya'er was really too unlucky. Although it was stupid, it had thought that Vel'koz might betray it—after all, the other party was also an Old God, and the Old Gods all wanted to eat their own kind to increase their energy. When it first saw Vel'koz, who could use Disintegration Rays, it wanted to eat the other party to gain this ability.

This purple Disintegration Ray was really in line with its talent!

It was a pity that this was not a talent, but a fusion of mathematics, physics, and magic. It could only dismiss the idea.

In order to use the other party's body to release powerful Disintegration Rays to unlock Gahrr's seal, Ya'er did the most stupid thing in its life—that is, it opened its body and energy to Vel'koz.

It didn't expect that in just over a year, Vel'koz, this insignificant little thing, would completely understand its body structure and weaknesses, so that it could temporarily control it in that war!

After Ya'er was seriously injured by the meteor impact, it was even more unable to get rid of the other party's vicious parasitism. If this continued, sooner or later, Vel'koz would drain its energy, and it would truly die…

This was an unacceptable fact for Ya'er.

How long would this day take?

According to Vel'koz's current absorption speed, it would take about seven years.

Of course, this was just Ya'er's own answer—if it could ask Vel'koz, the other party would tell it that it wouldn't take that long at all. It was not only absorbing, but also transforming, and it was becoming more and more powerful. And the more powerful it became, the faster it extracted!

Vel'koz had long calculated that it would only take 8 months, 4 days, 17 hours.

It was eight or nine times less than Ya'er expected!

It was just… although after the Fall of the Four Suns, no one came to stop it after scouting the situation here and discovering Vel'koz's actions, and even the Shirethe Allied Forces provided it with invisible protection. But now it was not possible—the Titans were here.

On this night, people saw two dazzling rays of light suddenly bloom on the moon. It was as if two meteors had broken away from the moon and flown towards Shirethe.

A few hours later, these two "meteors" entered the atmosphere, and their destination became much clearer—the Land of Banishment!

"Aggramar? Gorganneth?" In the Burning Legion's main camp, Kil'jaeden looked up at the two meteors. He could recognize the identities of the two from the aura emanating from the light, even without his eyes.

These were two Titans of the Pantheon—and now there were only six Titans in the Pantheon in total.

Just as Sargeras had not returned yet, the two Titans who had descended now were obviously just the vanguard.

But this lineup was indeed huge. Kil'jaeden was confident that he could barely fight one of the two, but he would definitely not be able to defeat the two of them together—this was not a question of strength, but because both of them had extremely terrifying artifacts in their hands.

Gorganneth had a very terrifying horn in his hand; Aggramar was not to be outdone, his weapon was even more terrifying—it was called "Taeshalach, the Flame Render", a half-damaged sword—but don't look down on it just because it was broken, you must know that "Flame Render" was half of the universe's strongest weapon, "Gorshalach, the Dark Reeaper"!

The other half, "Gorehowl, the Dark Wringer" was still held by Sargeras. Back then in Outland, Kil'jaeden, who held this broken sword, could easily deal with the Old God Vanaar, who could carry the entire Outland. This was because he could only activate the sub-authority of the Dark Reeaper.

And when this sword was in Sargeras's hands, no one could withstand his sword, and no defense or weapon could block its attack!

Trying to use powerful defensive spells to resist the Dark Wringer would only be torn apart; trying to block it with a weapon, even if it was a famous artifact, would be split into pieces with one sword!

So these two Titans were very difficult to deal with. Kil'jaeden really didn't want to deal with either of them.

Of course, if he really fought, he might not lose.

Aman'Thul could rely on his authority to arm every Titan, and Sargeras could do the same.

"It seems this war will become very interesting." Kil'jaeden gently pinched his chin, revealing an interested look.

More than ten minutes later, the two Titans, flashing with metallic luster, became larger and larger, so that many people with better eyesight or closer proximity could see clearly that what fell from the sky were not meteors, but two metal giants—Titans!

Titans hundreds of meters tall!

If such a large meteor fell after passing through the atmosphere, burning, and oxidizing, it would probably be a catastrophe for countless mortals—although they might not understand it very well, but fortunately, this was not a lifeless meteor, and the Titans would not directly crash into the ground like this.

In fact, when they were still hundreds of meters above the ground, the two Titans had already begun to decelerate, and finally landed smoothly, causing no more vibration than a herd of elephants passing by.