Faced with Loken's questioning, Thorim, with an air of righteous indignation, declared:
"I fight for Azeroth, for all living beings, for fairness and Justice in this world. Like a lotus rising from the mud, untainted, I stand on the side of Justice. I am proud, I am honored."
Loken found it somewhat amusing and asked, "So, are you fighting for Sif?"
"Sif?"
Through the layers of Magic Shields of Dalaran, Thorim gazed at the Soul Orb in Thrall's hand, its Black Flames relentlessly scorching Sif's soul.
At that moment, Sif also saw Thorim and showed a pleading expression, hoping that Thorim would remember their years of friendship and lend a helping hand to save her from this painful torment.
A fleeting look of pity crossed Thorim's eyes, followed by a furious outburst:
"Loken, don't try to deceive me with illusions. Sif was killed by Angrim, the Frost Giant King, and I have avenged her."
Upon hearing Thorim's words, Sif's soul was filled with despair. Something within her vanished forever, and her soul curled up into a ball, weeping pitifully.
Loken looked at Thorim with sympathy and said regretfully:
"You have fallen so low; the hypocrisy of the world has Corruption your soul. This is something I never expected, Thorim. You have lost."
Thorim laughed heartily, raised Stormhammer, and, imbued with boundless Lightning power, slammed it down viciously towards Loken, shouting:
"For the great Savior Thrall, for Azeroth!"
Bang!
With a deafening roar, Stormhammer and Thunder King's Scepter collided.
Countless Thunder flashed as Thorim and Loken clashed at a speed invisible to the naked eye. All that could be seen were two bright Lightning intertwined, and Thrall and the others couldn't see what was happening at all.
Boom!
After a long struggle, a bolt of Lightning flew far away and slammed heavily into Dalaran's Magic Shield, Dalaran to tremble.
Thrall and the others were filled with trepidation, wondering who the victor would be.
As the lightning faded, Thrall and the others finally saw clearly that it was Thorim who had been defeated, their faces filled with disbelief.
The magic within Thorim's body became chaotic, and he was temporarily unable to move. Although his injuries had not fully healed and his strength was somewhat inferior to Loken's, he did not expect to be so easily defeated.
"That's impossible."
Thorim roared in frustration.
Loken, holding Thunder King's Scepter, calmly said:
"Thorim, don't you understand? When you are Corruption by Mortal Desires, your strength will not improve, but will actually regress, while I will continue to grow stronger."
"Get stronger?"
Thorim understood the hidden meaning in Loken's words, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips.
Titan Keepers are powerful Constructs created by the Titans themselves. They possess incredibly sturdy metal bodies and are extremely precise machines. Although they have the ability to self-repair, they inevitably experience minor wear and tear over time, causing their strength to gradually decline.
Over the long years, the Titan Keepers became aware of this flaw and each sought a solution. For example, Odyn established Hall of Valor, attempting to solve the problem at the level of the soul.
Seeking the protection of the Elune is one of the reasons.
Thorim chuckled coldly, "So you've been hiding your strength all along. You've already fallen, Loken. You're colluding with Yogg-Saron, aren't you? The power of the Old Gods has made you stronger."
Loken did not deny it. He stepped into the Void, strode forward, grabbed Thorim's body with one hand, and slammed it hard into Dalaran's Magic Shield.
Thorim's body was as heavy as a mountain, Dalaran trembled violently once again. Countless cracks appeared in the Magic Shield, and it looked like it was about to collapse.
"Your body is a very good weapon."
Loken used Thorim as a weapon, smashing it down on Dalaran again and again.
"Thorim, if you wish to save Dalaran and rescue Thrall, the Savior, perhaps suicide is a good choice. When your soul is adrift, you will be reunited with Sif, suffering torment and pain day and night. What is your choice?"
Thorim screamed in agony:
"Loken, I will not yield. I fight for Thrall, the Savior. My will is as hard as steel. You who have fallen will be punished. Hodir, Freya, Mimiron, by the ancient covenant, heed my call and join forces to eradicate the fallen among us."
Three beams of light descended upon Dalaran simultaneously, and the three Guardians— Hodir, the Ice King; Mimiron, the Creator King; Freya, the Life King—surrounded Loken.
Hodir, the Ice King, roared, "Loken, release Thorim at once! We are the Titan Keepers, and have been together for countless years. What can't we discuss?"
Faced with the four guardians of Ulduar gathered together, Loken remained calm and released Thorim. Thorim hurriedly went to Freya's side to receive her treatment.
Loken looked at the four Guardians and said calmly:
"Although I know the answer, I still want to ask, without much hope, are you willing to rescue Sif's soul and punish the murderer who killed Sif?"
Hodir stroked his beard, lowered his head in shame, and dared not look Loken in the eye.
Freya Frost and expressionless as she said, "Thorim, you've misunderstood the Frost Giant King Angrim. He wasn't the one who killed Sif."
Thorim looked surprised; this was not the Freya he knew. Thorim was very worried that Freya would reveal Thrall's name, which would ruin everything.
Although Sif was not one of the nine strongest Titan Keepers, she possessed unparalleled beauty, especially her sun-kissed hair, which Freya greatly envied.
Freya, her brows furrowed and eyes blazing with righteous indignation, pointed at Loken and said, "It was Loken! He seduced Sif, then heartlessly abandoned Sif and cruelly murdered her."
Inside the Soul Orb, Sif's soul, upon hearing Freya's baseless slander, stopped crying and was so angry it felt like it was about to explode.
Thorim knew this was extremely unfair to Sif. Not only did he not save Sif, but he also made her suffer such stigma and be condemned by thousands.
Freya was clearly taking the opportunity to retaliate, but Thorim had no choice but to glare at Loken with murderous intent.
Loken was not surprised and calmly looked towards Dalaran.
The Dalaran Mages all heard this astonishing news, and it wouldn't be long before it spread throughout Azeroth.
Loken knew that arguing was pointless, and said helplessly:
"My reputation is what I value most, but I never expected it would be the first thing I lose. Perhaps this is a test of my willpower. Four Guardians of Ulduar, I gave you a chance, but you disappointed me. What are you waiting for?"
The four guardians of Ulduar stood at the four corners, surrounding Loken in the center.
Thrall and other Horde leaders, along with Rhonin and other Dalaran Mages, all breathed a sigh of relief. Although Loken was powerful, how could he possibly withstand the combined attack of the four Guardians?
Thorim gritted his teeth and roared furiously:
"Loken, you plotted to kill my wife Sif and framed Angrim, the Frost Giant King, causing the near extinction of the Frost Giant race. After your plot was exposed, you framed the great Savior Thrall. What else do you have to say? For the sake of Azeroth, you must be destroyed."