The schemer beneath the sea was steadily moving toward his goal. But the people on land were still caught up in other troubles. As winter descended upon Northrend, an iron army arrived before the Alterac Mountains amid a blizzard. King Loken had come with his iron army.6̶9̶s̶h̶u̶x̶.̶c̶o̶m̶
Against the backdrop of pure, sparkling snowflakes, the metal-shining giants, dwarves, and Vrykul all exuded a murderous air. Looking at them was like facing an ancient beast, sending chills down one's spine.
Loken did not launch an attack at once. He had shrunk himself down and stood on the shoulder of an Iron Giant, then made his way to the walls of the Alterac Mountains.
The Iron Giant stood far taller than the walls of the Alterac Mountains. Loken, atop its shoulder, was level with the ramparts, and his own height made him tower over Leiluo and the others standing there. With his arrogant, contemptuous gaze, he seemed to stand above them all like a god.
And Loken himself truly thought so. As a Titan Keeper who had received the power of the Titans and commanded an army of Titan-forged Iron Giants, he could not imagine anyone on Azeroth who could oppose him. Perhaps his former siblings could have, but unfortunately, aside from Odin, whom he had used Helya to isolate beyond Azeroth, and Highkeeper Ra, who had vanished without a trace, he had dealt with all the other six Keepers, including Earth King Azadas. So at that moment, Loken truly had every right to look down on all other life. Calling himself a god would not have been an exaggeration.🐯🐝 ☮🍫
"You think you can stand against me?"
His voice boomed like thunder from beyond the heavens, deafening yet strangely clear. Hearing it made people feel an urge to worship him. That