Argus, Antorus—the Burning Throne.
Sargeras wore a dark expression, utterly unwilling to even glance properly at the holographic projector before him.
This young lunatic of a kinsman was fucking annoying. The Azeroth gathering had only just ended, yet he called every day. Was there no end to it?
The two sides were about to go to war, did he know that? The final battle was about to begin, did he understand? Why did he have no self-awareness whatsoever? Sigh, this Titan was hopeless.
"Boss Sargeras, help me out. You have to help me. If you don't help me, I won't fight. Come on, help me out! Boss Sargeras, you're the best, my dear brother, my most beloved person..."
Sarodar gestured wildly, talking and singing at the same time as he tried his best to draw Sargeras's attention.
Driven beyond endurance by the noise, Sargeras finally glared furiously at the holographic projector.
"Shut up!"
Sarodar immediately shut his mouth and blinked his big, watery eyes at Boss Sargeras.
Sargeras let out an angry cry. He truly had no way to deal with this shameless young kinsman of his.
If he wanted to get along with him properly, Sarodar was far too mischievous and irritating.
If he wanted to kill him, he could not bring himself to do it. After all, Sarodar was not one of those old fossils from the old Pantheon. He could be said to be the only Titan kin who understood him and was willing to stand with him.
"Speak."
In the end, Sargeras gave a slight nod, signaling that Sarodar could speak.
"Oh, I knew my dear brother wouldn't refuse to help me. Once you help me settle this, I promise I'll lead the fleet to fight you soon. Don't worry, don't worry."
Well... although that sounded