Thrall was slightly taken aback. The Beast Emperor was his target, and he had to overcome this psychological hurdle.
"I like it this way, well done, Aman'Thul," Thrall laughed.
The voice explained calmly:
"Order and morality are created by mortals for survival and mutual support. The Titans do not possess these things and refuse to accept them, considering them to be a form of Corruption from mortals."
The Order of the universe varies greatly, and there are no fixed rules. Aman'Thul's cruelty is not incomprehensible; perhaps the Titans believed it should be so.
"Thrall, watch carefully from here. This is your mission, the path you must take to become the Beast Emperor, a goal you must achieve even at the cost of everything."
The Pantheon once again appeared before Thrall.
At this moment, the Pantheon is in turmoil, with various energies surging.
A terrifying creature, as large as a planet, with enormous demonic horns on its head and shrouded in crimson flames, was shaking the Pantheon with its broken greatsword. Terrifying Fel energy transformed into shooting stars, wearing down the Pantheon's defenses.
Sargeras, the Dark Titan, surrounded by countless demons, surged towards the Pantheon like a vast ocean.
Aman'Thul was not omniscient or omnipotent; he possessed power beyond time, but unfortunately, he could not foresee Sargeras's Destiny.
Sargeras cleaved the planet Mardum, unleashing countless Demons and gaining boundless Fel power, thus freeing himself from the Titans Power of Aman'Thul.
Perhaps it was part of Sargeras's plan all along, or perhaps it was a desperate gamble as the Titans Power within him was about to be exhausted.
However, the Pantheon was incredibly sturdy, and no matter how severe the damage, the vast Titans Power could repair it instantly, making Sargeras's actions seem pointless.
But Sargeras continued his relentless attacks on the Pantheon.
At this moment, Aman'Thul had risen from his throne, his eyes blazing with golden light, and his Orodur pointed into the Void, forming a spacetime tunnel like a black hole.
His gaze pierced through endless time, looking towards the distant future.
Aman'Thul paid no heed to Sargeras's attacks.
The Pantheon, built at the cost of tens of thousands of Titans, possessed a reserve of Titans Power larger than the vast galaxy. Even if Sargeras had worked for tens of thousands of years, it would have been in vain.
Aman'Thul hesitated only for a moment before his massive body vanished from before the throne. Even without Aman'Thul's presence, Sargeras was still unable to breach the Pantheon's defenses.
But something surprising happened: the instant Aman'Thul disappeared, a bright light appeared beneath his feet, illuminating the entire Pantheon.
The Pantheon's tightly closed gates opened, and Sargeras led an endless horde of Demons, storming in with overwhelming force.
There's a traitor among us.
Thrall quickly realized that Sargeras was not fighting alone.
A furious roar rang out; it was Aman'Thul. Orodur staff, crackling with endless Lightning, extended from the spacetime portal, and a thick Lightning struck down viciously.
The target is the footrest under the throne.
"No!"
Sargeras roared in fury, his body seemingly moving faster than light, and he teleported to the foot of the stomp, his broken sword blocking most of the Lightning.
Unfortunately, the Titans sleeping beneath his feet were exhausted and as vulnerable as ants. Most of them turned to ashes with a single blow from Aman'Thul, with only a handful surviving.
Sargeras's terrifying roar echoed endlessly as he vented his rage on the Pantheon, until it was reduced to Pantheon.
The history of the Pantheon vanished, and Thrall was plunged into darkness. A voice echoed in his heart, "Thrall, find the traitor. This is your mission."
"Who is the most likely traitor? Are there any clues?" Thrall asked without much hope.
The voice replied, "All the Titans who survived Aman'Thul's attack were imprisoned in the core of Argus World by Sargeras. Only one escaped: Eonar, the Giver of Life."
"Isn't Eonar Aman'Thul's partner?" Thrall asked curiously.
"Thrall, if you were transformed into a female Orcs, married Garrosh, and had a child with him, what would you do?"
"I will kill Garrosh," Thrall said viciously.
"Titans are not actually genderless. As Aman'Thul's companion, the Life-Giver Eonar does not need to Consecration Titans Power and possesses ample Titans Power, allowing her to move freely within the Pantheon. This is why she was able to escape Sargeras's pursuit. She is undoubtedly the prime suspect."
In other words, Eonar doesn't need to sleep under the pedals; she can still maintain her enormous, planet-like body within the Pantheon and has enough power to open the Pantheon's doors.
The light originating from the pedals is likely just a cover.
Countless thoughts immediately flooded Thrall's mind.
The love and hate between the Titans, the love triangle or polyamory, Eonar may have an affair with Sargeras, and Aman'Thul's white hair is lush and green.
Shaking his head to clear his mind of unrealistic speculation, Thrall said weakly, "Even if I become the Beast Emperor, I still can't fight against a Titans."
"Thrall, you just need to wait for the traitor to fall into the trap, and someone else will deal with him. Aman'Thul's target is Azeroth, Elune's target is also Azeroth. Sargeras didn't destroy Azeroth because he wanted to leave Azeroth to that traitor."
"What should I do?" Thrall asked.
"Destroy Azeroth as you have done before, and see it through to the end."
Thrall blinked, puzzled and uneasy. The voice explained:
"Elune, Aman'Thul, the Highfather, both needed the power of Azeroth to mend their broken bodies, not to be whole. Only Sargeras was an idealist who needed the complete, naturally conceived Titans Azeroth."
Thrall said worriedly, "If I act too rashly, will I attract Sargeras's attention and be killed like a bug?"
"Don't worry, Sargeras is tied down and can't intervene anytime soon."
Thrall stroked his fangs, thought for a moment, and said, "What should I do?"
"Fulfill your wish as Savior, and use the Elemental Power of Azeroth to repair Outland. Elemental Power is the foundation of life on Azeroth; without the four Elemental Powers, Azeroth cannot exist. Begin with the weakest Elemental Lord of Air, Al'Akir the Wind Rider, destroy him, or enslave him. This may very well attract the intervention of an internal traitor."
Thrall was startled and said nervously, "Great being, please forgive my weakness. I am no match for a powerful Elemental Lords."
The voice paused, then said, "I remember you once ambushed Neptulon the Tidehunter."
Thrall smiled wryly:
"That was just an accident. In fact, I was the one who was framed. Someone used me to almost kill Neptulon. Neptulon foolishly trusted the Orcs, but Al'Akir is no fool."
The voice comforted:
"Rest assured, just follow my plan, and everything will be foolproof. No living being is willing to learn from its mistakes, and Elemental Lords are no exception. Besides, I know all the Elemental Lords' weaknesses. By the way, I will send you an assistant."