Sif, awaiting the Emissary, floated silently in mid-air, her golden hair fluttering in the wind, shimmering with dazzling light.
When the towering Loken approached, carrying the power of Thunder, Sif showed displeasure.
Both Thorim and Loken are masters of Lightning. Thorim's Lightning is full of masculine energy, while Loken's Lightning combines strength and gentleness. Loken's strength has always Pain Suppression Thorim's.
With the couple united in purpose, Sif naturally wouldn't have any good feelings towards Loken.
"Sif!"
Loken's expression hardened slightly; he had always disliked Sif.
In the universe, the more advanced a being is, the more solitary and isolated it is.
For a being of Titans's highest order in the universe, the existence of a partner is unnecessary, yet Aman'Thul married Eonar, which defies all logic.
Loken, the god of wisdom, had long ago deduced that this was a symbol of Aman'Thul's fall.
Therefore, Loken showed no mercy to the couple, Thorim and Sif.
Titan Keepers have no ability to reproduce, so what's the point of them becoming a couple?
"Go back, Sif, this is not something you should be involved in."
Loken said bluntly that in the laws of the Titan Keepers, there is no room for formalities or pretense; the meaning is conveyed.
Sif curled her lip slightly and retorted, "Loken, your stubbornness and insistence will harm all of us. You're the one who should leave."
Loken shook his head and said, "Sif, don't force me to take action. Even if you call Thorim, the two of you combined are no match for me. I don't want to imprison my companion."
Sif smiled radiantly, completely unconcerned, and said:
"How terrifying! You, the goddess of wisdom, actually resort to violence to solve problems. It's a pity you don't understand the wisdom of women at all."
"What is a woman's wisdom?"
Loken couldn't understand it; in fact, the gender of the Titan Keepers was meaningless.
In the Valley below, a Frost Giant looked up at the two enormous creatures in the sky. Beside the Frost Giant, a large group of Kobolds knelt on the ground, praying devoutly.
"Loken, I know you don't care about anything, but there's one thing you can't let go of."
Sif smiled confidently, then straightened her face and threatened with a serious expression:
"If you keep blocking my way, I'll call for help."
"Call for help?"
Loken was once again lost.
"I'm going to shout, 'The wise Loken has assaulted me! Believe me, it will soon spread throughout Azeroth!'" Sif said with a smile.
"Indecent assault? Damn it, we don't have that kind of ability at all," Loken roared.
Sif looked down at the Frost Giants and Kobolds and laughed, "They have no idea that you, who can hear the voices of the world, don't care about what others say."
Loken was stunned. Just as Sif had said, Loken could give up anything, but he couldn't afford to disregard his reputation.
Sif smiled sweetly and headed towards the direction of the Emissary.
Loken remained motionless, letting Sif leave, then muttered helplessly to himself:
"Sif, your feigned cleverness will drive Thorim mad, ultimately leading to the fall of Ulduar. What should I do?"
The Emissary saw Sif's tall figure in the distance and breathed a long sigh of relief, knowing that Thrall was saved.
The border of the Zul'Drak Empire, the Altar the Loa.
Ignoring the four Loa chained to the Altar, Sif quickly got to work, carefully examining Thrall's injuries.
The mutated Thrall was tall, but he looked like Gnome in front of Sif, and she could manipulate him at will.
"The power of the Loa is intertwined within Thrall."
Sif said with a solemn expression:
"The powers of the four Loa are intertwined, and we must proceed with extreme caution to save Thrall's life. I need to prepare the four Elemental Powers of Azeroth to restrain the Loa's power."
Sif settled in the Orcs camp, Thrall's rescue seemed imminent, much to Vol'jin's dismay.
Vol'jin summoned Eitrigg, and the two had a private conversation inside the tent.
"The Emissary has actually summoned a Titan Keepers; this was not what I expected. It seems Thrall has a good chance of being saved. Eitrigg, do you know that disaster is about to strike?"
Eitrigg's eyes widened as he demanded, "Vol'jin, this was all your scheme, wasn't it? Don't expect me to help you. You plotted to assassinate Thrall, the Savior, while I was merely negligent in my duties."
Vol'jin chuckled, and said meaningfully:
"Eitrigg, you should know Thrall better than I do. Thrall is suspicious and prone to distrust. You should thank three people for being Thrall's advisor until today."
"I'd like to hear whether we should thank those three," Eitrigg asked, displeased.
Vol'jin replied calmly:
"The first person we should thank Saurfang the Great. Saurfang coveted the position of Warchief and was openly and secretly fighting with Thrall. Thrall had to concentrate on fighting Saurfang and couldn't pay attention to you, his life advisor."
"The second person we should thank is Garrosh. It was he who caused Thrall a lot of trouble and shook his power, forcing Thrall to trust you and ensure that he was surrounded by trusted confidants to prevent trouble at home."
"The third person I should thank is me. You helped Thrall find the secret formulas, making Thrall inseparable from you. Don't forget, I provided most of those formulas to you."
Eitrigg thought for a moment, "Vol'jin, you're right, but that's not a reason for me to help you."
Vol'jin shook his head and sighed:
"Eitrigg, don't you understand? If Thrall suspects me, I can simply choose to flee. Lordaeron has countless Trolls, and any troll that is an enemy of Horde Troll would be willing to treat me as an honored guest, or at least as an elder."
"But you're different. You know so many of Thrall's secrets. If you lose Thrall's trust, do you think he'll let you live? And where can you escape to? Back to your homeland in Outland? I think the Orcs of Outland would be more than happy to tie you up tightly and hand you over to Thrall."
Eitrigg, trembling with fear, quickly knelt on the ground and grabbed Vol'jin's hand, saying:
"Vol'jin, help me!"
Seeing Eitrigg in this state, Vol'jin smiled with satisfaction:
"From the day Sif arrived, I've been thinking of a solution, and finally I found one: I bought something from the Frost Giant at a high price."
It was a shimmering, golden strand of hair, possessing an otherworldly beauty. Eitrigg examined it closely and exclaimed in surprise:
"This is Sif's hair."
Vol'jin nodded. "Years ago, the Frost Giants accidentally obtained a strand of Sif's hair, which they treasured as a priceless gem. Now it has become our life-saving treasure."
Eitrigg asked anxiously, "Vol'jin, what should we do?"
Vol'jin, with a serious expression, calmly said:
"Once Thrall recovers, we'll insist that we encountered a witch at Storm Peaks who guided us to consume the flesh of the Loa gain their power. We succeeded in this experiment using Novos. If Thrall questions the witch, we'll present this hair and pin all the blame on Sif."
Upon hearing this, Eitrigg's anger turned to joy, and he beamed with delight.
"That's a good idea. Thrall is prone to suspicion and always thinks things through complicatedly, often overlooking the simple truth. Sif is, after all, a noble Titan Keepers. Thrall can't confront her; he can only swallow his anger, and that's how we stay safe."