Trial

Aiden was very clear about the importance of the "Flame Ripper" to the Pantheon. In this upcoming war, the Pantheon was undoubtedly the most powerful faction. They wouldn't mind a 1V2, simultaneously challenging the Burning Legion and the power of mortals.

If the upcoming three-way contest was seen as a competition, Aiden hoped to be both a contestant and a referee. Only in this way could he truly control the scale of the battle and influence the outcome of the competition to the greatest extent.

If the Pantheon relied on its strength and ignored him, his role as referee would undoubtedly be a failure.

Now that he had finally seized an advantage over the other party, how could he easily let them take the sword back?

Therefore, Aggramar and Golganneth could only watch helplessly as the divine sword fell into Ral's hands. They were very clear that if this negotiation failed to win over Ral and Aiden, then the Flame Ripper might really never return to the Pantheon... …

Golganneth was extremely irritable. If Aggramar hadn't overestimated himself, how could the Pantheon be held hostage?

He heard a chuckle beside him. Without turning his head, Golganneth knew it was Kil'jaeden.

That "Deceiver"!

Right now, the Pantheon had severely offended Aiden, which was exactly the scene the Burning Legion wanted to see most.

If it weren't for today's and the previous two days' troubles, the mortal stance would have naturally favored the Pantheon and opposed the Burning Legion. But Golganneth and Aggramar, two Titans of the Pantheon, had successively offended Aiden, which made things uncertain.

After the parties were seated, the meeting almost became a one-man show for Aiden—Golganneth had to be very wary of him because the "Flame Ripper" was still in Aiden's hands. Kil'jaeden deliberately tried to please Aiden, attempting to make the Pantheon believe that the Burning Legion and Aiden were secretly cooperating. Of course, it would be even better if he could truly win over Aiden. In that case, Kil'jaeden wouldn't mind turning a fake show into a real one.

Therefore, in this atmosphere, Aiden successfully took the first step—becoming a referee!

"As a spokesperson for the interests of mortals, I find it necessary to advocate for the claims of mortals—because the upcoming war will break out in Xireth, not the Twisting Nether. Therefore, as the host, all participants should abide by certain rules."

Aiden first made a concise statement. When neither of the other parties objected, he pointed out the projected map of Xireth, drew a circle on it, and then said: "The first rule is that the war cannot affect civilians and innocents. Therefore, neither side can use spells and attacks exceeding this limit. The decisive battle must also be within this circle!"

That circle perfectly encompassed the Land of Exile, along with a buffer zone of five hundred to one thousand miles around it.

"Whoever violates this rule first, we will hit them—agree?" Aiden looked at Golganneth and Kil'jaeden.

Kil'jaeden took the lead and nodded, "I have no objection."

Golganneth snorted. In the current situation, Kil'jaeden was clearly fully supporting Aiden. Even if he had objections, raising them would only lead to the remaining two parties uniting—for the sake of the "Flame Ripper," he had to endure!

"Agreed!" Golganneth replied.

"Very good."

"Then let's discuss the specific details."

The background of this upcoming war is very peculiar. The masters of the Burning Legion and the Pantheon are brothers and have the exact same goal, but the means used to achieve the goal are different. They can't be considered enemies at all. This struggle is only because their actions have triggered a reaction from the system itself, forcing them to issue orders to attack each other.

This is the first head-on confrontation between the two ultimate forces since Sargeras left the Pantheon more than 20,000 years ago. In fact, the two parties involved in the war are not clear about what their big BOSS means, and why they suddenly issued an order to fight on some unknown small planet.

If they really want to fight, why not fight in the Twisting Nether?

That's their base camp, where they can fight however they want without any worries.

Now, although Golganneth and Kil'jaeden have come, they are not clear about how this battle should be fought.

Therefore, if someone has enough qualifications to set rules for them, they are happy to accept it.

It was against this background that Aiden successfully became a referee.

In less than half an hour, the three parties reached an agreement, stipulating that both the Burning Legion and the Pantheon could each send no more than 100,000 troops into the designated Land of Exile battlefield, and that neither side could use power exceeding the mortal level. At the same time, both sides should accept the joint supervision of Aiden and Ral. After a winner is determined or one side voluntarily surrenders, the war should be stopped immediately.

Aggramar listened from the side without interrupting, but he simply regarded the rules announced by Aiden as child's play—war is a matter of life and death, when did it become so tender and affectionate?

He obviously didn't know that Aiden was inspired by the rules of "League of Legends." Now the Land of Exile is Summoner's Rift, and the Burning Legion and the Pantheon are the red and blue sides. All they want is a war, and these rules are enough to satisfy them.

As for Aiden, he is the referee, and he will beat whoever breaks the rules!

Most importantly, he is very clear about the system's nature. The main figures of these two parties have not appeared yet. Before the real decision-makers arrive, he feels that it is necessary to reduce the harm of the war.

After the meeting, Aggramar immediately found Aiden in a hurry, and said expectantly: "Your Excellency, my sword—"

This sentence was simply more attractive to the attendees than all the words in the half-hour meeting just now. Everyone looked at Aiden at once, especially Ral, who was now holding the sword.

In fact, Golganneth and Aggramar didn't think they could get the sword back so easily. After all, they both had grudges with Aiden, which seemed to be quite big.

"Oh, the sword." Aiden suddenly remembered. He took the sword from Ral, and Aggramar's eyes immediately became ten times more eager.

For a moment, he felt that he seemed to have really wronged Aiden. The other party's mind was much broader than he had imagined!

Aiden stretched out his finger and flicked the sword, and the "Flame Ripper" suddenly let out a buzz. Everyone who was paying attention to his movements saw that the sword's light had dimmed a lot.

Golganneth and Aggramar immediately changed color, while Kil'jaeden was overjoyed.

"Here, it's yours." Aiden handed the sword over.

Aggramar hesitated for a moment, but immediately grabbed it and hugged it in his arms, as if he was afraid that Aiden would go back on his word. Then he asked: "Your Excellency, you just—"

Seeing that scene just now, everyone knew that Aiden must have tampered with the sword. But what exactly it was, everyone was very curious.

"According to the spirit of our meeting just now, I slightly limited the power of this sword. Don't worry, it hasn't been damaged. After Aman'Thul comes, he can easily remove the restrictions on it." Aiden smiled and swept his gaze over the three who were about to participate in the war, "I wish you all the best!"

In the next moment, Aiden disappeared here and teleported to Xireth, leaving Aggramar and Golganneth dumbfounded.

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No matter how much the two Titans of the Pantheon complained, they were ultimately weaker than others. They could only complain verbally, and then prepare to send the participating personnel to the battlefield area in accordance with the previous agreement, or rather, Aiden's regulations.

After Aggramar got the sword, he tried it and finally found that the current "Flame Ripper" could no longer easily shatter other artifacts, and its divine power was really limited—this news was not good news for the Pantheon, because in the entire Pantheon, except for Aman'Thul, no one else could do the same thing. Apart from Aman'Thul, only Sargeras, as the original owner of this sword, could limit its power.

Now, suddenly a mortal or a Titan who is not recorded in the Pantheon has such supreme authority, which is simply like bad news for them!

"This Excellency has obviously favored the Burning Legion! Golganneth, are we really going to accept his restrictions? What if we are besieged?" Aggramar said indignantly.

"Run if you can't beat them, die if you can't run, what else can you do?" Golganneth replied unhappily.

Aggramar was choked and felt extremely embarrassed for a moment. He knew that he was also one of the reasons for the current situation, and his words suddenly became very unconfident.

Golganneth couldn't keep sulking with his colleague. After a while, he said: "Since that Excellency wants to be a referee, he has to see if he has the strength to be a referee! If he really wants to be detrimental to us, our Pantheon is not at anyone's mercy!"

However, two days later, they changed their minds.

This was the agreed time for the final battle. The Pantheon and the Burning Legion had each lined up their formations, ready for a head-on confrontation, waiting only for the "referee" to announce the official start of the war.

At this moment, huge light curtains appeared above the two legions.

"Looking for the Naaru to support the scene?" Golganneth showed a lot of disdain.

The light curtain emitted a sacred and majestic aura, so it's no wonder he would have such an idea.

But the next moment, he frowned. Because the light curtain formed a huge portal, and on the other side of the portal, a huge floating kingdom was appearing in the clouds.

That's not the architectural style of the Naaru!

Golganneth and Aggramar looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes. They had participated in many battles, and seeing this scene, they immediately understood that this was a projection from another plane. And this plane didn't look so simple.

Then three angels wearing armor flew out of the light curtain, and the energy fluctuations from the body of the one in the middle made them terrified—the two Titans were very clear that it was the power of a True God!

Even if they come to another plane, the power of the True God will be suppressed, but it is still a True God!