Northrend's Titan

Kalimdor Continent, Eternal Night Palace.

"Aren't you going to Northrend? Isn't N'Zoth from the predetermined timeline there?" Elisande asked curiously.

Boss Hu merely shrugged, putting on a regretful expression.

"No need, I'll sit this one out. I'll just head to the Maelstrom later and watch the show. As for Wyrmrest Temple... tsk, tsk, tsk... all I can say is that N'Zoth has really run into the wrong target this time. Hahaha."

"Run into... oh... Avenger Argus is in Northrend right now, isn't he?" Elisande suddenly understood.

That newly arrived Titan brother insisted on playing the role of an artsy youth, going on some Heart-Quest and wandering all over the world. He was incredibly stingy too, without even a single gold coin on him—a model representative of budget travel.

"Yeah. When I contacted him a few days ago, he told me he'd gone to Dragonblight. Right now, he's pretending to be some broke-ass unlucky adventurer among the Murloc, helping them search for their scattered, missing Murloc cubs for free. The Murloc even offered him money, and he refused it. Tsk, tsk, tsk... so tell me, if a whole bunch of very familiar Old God flesh tentacles suddenly burst out of the ground right now, what do you think that Titan lad, so full of justice, will do?"

"N'Zoth is dead for sure."

"That's right. N'Zoth is dead for sure."

Boss Hu nodded and repeated Elisande's conclusion.

Argus was quite the simpleton too. Fine, it made sense that he didn't want equipment rewards. After all, he was decked out in top-tier Titan creation artifacts, so naturally he had no interest in the crude gear of Northrend's natives.

But he didn't even want gold. He truly desired nothing, a model Titan of the Pantheon, devoted heart and soul to serving the people of