Dissent

While Aggramar was lost in thought, Aiden was not. He certainly had enough confidence to use Silver Judgment to parry the Flamescar Scythe, and the result of the two weapons colliding was exactly as he had predicted. So, after parrying, he immediately deflected his weapon, using Silver Judgment to flick upwards along the blade of the Flamescar Scythe. Then, using the force, he twisted, causing the divine sword in Aggramar's hand to fly out.

Aggramar was shocked. He wanted to pounce forward and grab the Flamescar Scythe, which was already flying through the air. This sword was his lifeline, the foundation of his position in the Pantheon. If he lost the Flamescar Scythe, Aggramar simply wouldn't know how to explain it to Aman'Thul, to the other members of the Pantheon!

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the Flamescar Scythe was far more important than Aggramar himself—such artifacts were impossible to replicate, while Titans like Aggramar could be chosen and promoted from ordinary Titans at Aman'Thul's will.

Aggramar was all too aware of this, to the point where he completely lost his composure. Before he could even jump up, he felt a scorching temperature near his neck that even his bronze body found unbearable—Silver Judgment was resting against his neck, the clear blue holy flames on the blade burning fiercely.

"The Avenger" was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening.

The master of the sword that held his life in its grasp casually reached out with his left hand, catching the Flamescar Scythe as it fell from the sky.

"I—" Aggramar began to say something, but found himself unable to speak.

This was a fair and just one-on-one battle, yet he had been so easily defeated, unable to withstand even a single exchange!

And his enemy was a mortal he looked down upon the most!

If a Titan's metallic skin could change color due to emotional fluctuations, Aggramar's face would undoubtedly be red and black, filled with shame, anger, and even despair.

His fate was now out of his own hands, dependent on the mortal before him.

Although the other party hadn't killed him immediately, and seemed to have other plans, who could be sure?

"Stop!"

At that moment, an angry, metallic, trembling voice came from afar.

Golganneth, holding a horn, strode over from a distance, his eternally glowing, lightning-filled eyes fixed on Aggramar and Aiden. "Stop, release him!"

Elune and Kil'jaeden also arrived. The former showed no expression, while the latter wore a look of amusement.

For Kil'jaeden, the current outcome was even better than he had anticipated. He suspected that "The Avenger" Aggramar must have had his brain filled with metal, to provoke Aiden, that killing god—well, his guess wasn't wrong. There was no flesh and blood in a Titan's body.

Originally, mortals were naturally inclined towards the Pantheon, revering the Titans as creators, makers, and gods who traversed the universe. Demons, on the other hand, had no good reputation, because the word "demon" itself was synonymous with evil, and they were often associated with destruction, slaughter, and cruelty.

Although Sargeras wasn't afraid of facing both mortals and the Pantheon at the same time, as Sargeras's most loyal servant, Kil'jaeden had to consider things more for his master. After all, having one less enemy was better than having one more.

Seeing them approach, Aiden turned his gaze to Golganneth, questioning, "Is this the attitude of the Pantheon?"

Before Golganneth could reply, Aiden said, "I came here not to fight, but to seek the most appropriate solution to the impending conflict. I was invited by Elune, and this is not the Pantheon's territory. If you cannot provide a reasonable explanation for the attack just now, I will not easily let this provocateur go!"

He raised the "trophy" in his hand. Seeing the Flamescar Scythe, Golganneth's eyelids twitched violently.

Heavens, Aggramar actually allowed Aiden, this troublemaker, to confiscate the weapon?

If that was all, it would have been fine, but more importantly, Golganneth thought of Elune's ambiguous position and Kil'jaeden's strange attitude.

If Aiden really leaned towards Sargeras, or even formed an alliance with him, the Flamescar Scythe could very well return to Sargeras's side. By then, this sword fragment would combine with the Dark Titan's Gorribal, and the strongest weapon in the universe would reappear—at that time, even the Pantheon would no longer be able to contain the expansion of the Burning Legion…

Thinking of this, Golganneth felt a chill run down his spine. At the same time, he also blamed Aggramar: He, "The Roarer" Golganneth, as the son of "Father of the Gods" Aman'Thul and "Life-Giver" Eonar, and one of the earliest six members of the Pantheon, had not gained the slightest advantage in the confrontation with Aiden the day before; Aggramar was originally just Sargeras's adjutant, and only after Sargeras's betrayal was he granted higher authority and the title of "The Avenger" by his father Aman'Thul, and promoted to the Pantheon. Given his weak strength, he was granted the Flamescar Scythe.

Did Aggramar think that by wielding half of the universe's strongest weapon, he was invincible? Did he think he was stronger than him, Golganneth?

How arrogant! How conceited!

Golganneth almost wanted to grab Aggramar, pin him to the ground, and beat him senseless, but for the sake of the Flamescar Scythe, he had to swallow his anger.

He took a deep breath, adopted a very sincere posture, and said with a slightly apologetic expression and tone, "I'm sorry, Lord Aiden. We didn't know that Elune had also invited you to attend this meeting. Aggramar was indeed reckless. We apologize to you and hope you can understand. At the same time, we sincerely invite you to join this meeting and discuss the solution to this conflict together!"

"Ha, it sounds as if Your Excellency initiated this meeting. I remember that inviting or not inviting someone is decided by Lady Elune, right? It seems that the Pantheon regards itself as the master here?" Kil'jaeden fanned the flames from the side, "If the initiator was the Pantheon, our Burning Legion wouldn't participate!"

Golganneth wasn't a Titan with a good temper. It could be seen from his title, "The Roarer." How could he not understand Kil'jaeden's intentions? Hearing the other party's sarcastic tone, he immediately turned his head and roared, "Shut up, Kil'jaeden! My politeness to Lord Aiden is out of respect for his strength. As for you—" He looked contemptuously at "The Deceiver," "I don't need to be polite!"

Kil'jaeden wasn't angry, but smiled sinisterly, "To put it bluntly, it's because you fear Lord Aiden's strength, and not because you yourselves have done something wrong? Ha, I like this apology. We in the Burning Legion like to speak with strength!"

With this explanation, Golganneth was even more enraged. Holding the horn in one hand, he shouted, "It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you'll really think you're someone important!"

"Want to fight?" Kil'jaeden leisurely took out a short staff, showing no fear, "I'm happy to oblige!"

Aiden was very familiar with this short staff, because he had originally seized it from Archimonde—the Scepter of Sargeras!

More than a month ago, on the Day of the Four Fallen, Sargeras, possessing Medivh, took the scepter and used it to shatter the defenses of the red sun "Xia," creating an excellent opportunity for him to kill Xia with the Eye of Sargeras.

This scepter originally belonged to Sargeras, so of course he wouldn't send it back. Now that it appeared in Kil'jaeden's hands, Aiden wasn't too surprised.

He felt that the Eye of Sargeras probably wouldn't be kept by him for much longer either. When the resurrected Sargeras returned, he would most likely take the gem as well.

He understood what Kil'jaeden's provocation was for. If he simply represented mortals and the Shifting Sands alliance, he might really develop a rift with the Pantheon because of this, but his realm was far above these people before him, so he wasn't too angry. The questioning just now was just to vent his anger.

His goal would never change, which was to limit the scale of the war between the Burning Legion, the Pantheon, and the mortals to the greatest extent possible. His "enemy" was only one, the "system" that controlled everything in the universe according to some kind of law! To put it in some mysterious language, that was "Heaven's Will"—but this wasn't some fantasy novel, and Aiden was very clear about how his enemy operated, and he was also very clear about what he should do.

Seeing that Kil'jaeden and Golganneth really intended to fight, Aiden was too lazy to care whether they really wanted to fight or were just putting on a show. Anyway, now wasn't the time for everyone to fight.

He looked at Elune, and Elune immediately understood his meaning.

The Moon Goddess immediately spoke, "Please be patient! I am the host here, and you are all my guests. I have no right to order you to do anything or prohibit you from doing anything, but please observe basic etiquette. If you want to fight, please do so after leaving here!"

Kil'jaeden took the opportunity to step down. He took a step back and put away the scepter, "I apologize, Lady Elune!"

Golganneth glared angrily at Kil'jaeden. He could only humph and say to Elune, "Sorry, Moon Goddess!"

Elune nodded, taking it as a response.

Golganneth rolled his eyes and pointed at Aiden and Aggramar, "In that case, shouldn't Lord Aiden also put down his weapon to show respect for Lady Elune?"

Aiden glanced at the other party, thinking that this cheap "nephew" seemed straightforward, but actually had a lot of crooked thoughts.

"What you said makes sense." Aiden withdrew Silver Judgment.

The longsword that threatened Aggramar's life was finally withdrawn, and the two Titans of the Pantheon both breathed a sigh of relief. Then, they both looked at Aiden very eagerly—or rather, at the "Flamescar Scythe" in his left hand. The importance of this artifact didn't need to be emphasized any further. Golganneth's greatest goal in this effort was to retrieve the sword without resorting to force as much as possible.

Seeing that Aiden wasn't deliberately making things difficult, he immediately felt that this matter was a success.

But how could Aiden not understand what the two Titans meant?

He handed the Flamescar Scythe to Elune and responded to the two Titans' angry and questioning gazes, "This sword will be temporarily kept by Lady Elune as a sign of punishment! As for whether or not it will be returned, and when, it depends on your performance."