"Ah, you know me?" Varian asked in surprise.
"I am Wolf God Goldrin. You are the wolf god warrior destined for me." Godrin tried to forcibly claim Varian as his warrior.
"Hey, isn't this basically kidnapping?" Sargathas showed him no courtesy. Though he called himself the Wolf God, he was really just a demigod. In the eyes of an Old God, he was nothing special.
"You... what are you?" Godrin looked at the elf beside Varian and sensed her extraordinary power through his demigod instincts.
Sargathas wrapped her arms around Your Majesty, lightly kissed his cheek, and said arrogantly, "He has long been my prey. You want to steal him from me? Are you trying to start a war with me?"
Surprise appeared on the white wolf's face, followed by confusion, then shock. "You... you're one of those monsters?"
"Oh, you actually recognize me?" Sargathas looked at Godrin with interest. "Azeroth's number one real man has long caught my eye. What exactly do you intend to do?"
Godrin froze for a moment, then said aggrievedly, "No, that's not it. This king, Varian, was born to be mine."
"Idiot. Since when is anything in this world born belonging to someone? If you want to take him, then come fight for him. Defeat him and me, and you can do whatever you want with him. Otherwise, crawl obediently back to your den." Sargathas spoke viciously. Against a demigod who excelled in brute force, she had to be even more barbaric and unreasonable.
Faced with the Evil God's words, Wolf God Goldrin assessed their strength and found that he had no confidence in defeating them. His power was actually limited.
"Then forget it. Varian belongs to you." Godrin backed down. He did not want a pointless battle with an Old God.
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