Vol 2 Chapter 903: : Between Titans

"Are you going to war with Sarrod? I thought you were friends."
Earth, Bavaria.
Elena looked at Sargeras sitting opposite herself, her expression calm.
She usually likes to sit in the open-air position outside the door of this coffee shop and enjoy the calm and leisure of this town.
"Our relationship ... is more complicated, with your mortal scorpion ... in short, it's going to be played once."
Sargeras habitually uttered his favorite mantra, but before he finished speaking, Elena's gaze changed her eyes.
At this time, a waiter with a tray came over gently, and tremblingly placed the coffee in the tray on the table between the two.
"Thank you, as a demon, your service level is not bad. Are you too trembling and excited because of seeing your master?"
The waiter was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the faceless expression of President Zong with endless fear, struggling to show a smile that was more ugly than crying, and quickly retreated.
"You all know?"
"I knew it for a long time, but now I am too lazy to scold you. You turned this whole town into a demon's performance stage. Do I say you won't let me stop? I don't want to do some useless work."
Elena took a sip of her coffee and stared at President Zha.
"Maybe these demons have played their roles for too long, so long that they have forgotten who they really are, and the mask on their faces has already become their real faces."
The young girl continued with her finger, and Sargeras did not answer.
"So, whether this looks better now, or the poor and dilapidated town was better, I can't say clearly. We need to think about it ourselves."
"So what did you find out again?" President Sa suddenly asked.
"Nothing is more important than the family. If I can, I am willing to use everything I have for my parents to live and appear in front of me again, not the realistic substitutes that the two demons try to play ... Yes, I It ’s very clear that my parents suddenly appeared in front of me. It ’s not that you recovered their souls. You put me on this huge unreal stage of life. I do n’t have any opinions, just do n’t treat me like a fool . "
Elena put down her coffee and looked seriously at Sargeras in front of her.
"So look at yourself. You have lost your loved ones. You killed them with your own hands. Now don't repeat the same mistakes and wipe out the last light."
If someone else dared to speak to President Sa, his end would not only be expelled from the Burning Legion, but directly torn to pieces, and his soul would be dragged out and burned with eternal flames.
"Will I become your god, I don't care about this, and I don't have the power to resist. If you are not just taking me as a tonic to fill your inner emptiness, then think about what I am Say these things. "
"What do you want me to do." Sargeras said calmly, slowly speaking.
"I don't want you to do anything, and I won't try to interfere with your decision. What I want to say is that you need to think clearly and the final result you want to get."
Perhaps. . .
"I don't want to join the new Pantheon to accept the leadership of Sarrod."
"Is your feeling important or the belief you insist on important? Shut up, don't make yourself an excuse for mental retardation."
Sargeras snorted softly and didn't continue to say anything.
Elena knew that he had listened to it. This dark had a lot of stinks, and Jiao Jiao was one of them.
"Even so, we still have to fight."
"That's your business. You men are all the same. You always like to use violence to communicate first."
"This stage will not be used for a long time. When the war with Sarodal is over, you will leave this planet with me." President Zara shook his head.
"Go live in your dark lair, I won't ..."
"Go to Azeroth, I think it is more suitable for you."
"Have you never been to Azeroth?" Elena was curious.
"That's right, originally I just wanted the Well of Eternity. Later I wanted to kill the Titan in the core of the planet. The last time I went was only in the city of ants and the palace of Sarodal ...
"So you never looked at that planet carefully. If you don't look at that world carefully, how do you know if the destruction you insist on is really correct?"
"Are you calling me just to teach me!" Sa is always annoyed.
Elena stared at Sargeras for a moment, then chuckled, then got up and walked to the side of President Sarge, leaning down and blowing a breath into the apparently stiff Sargeras.
"Okay, go back. I don't want to sit here for an afternoon ... And, are you nervous? Are the absolute orderliness remaining in your heart making trouble?"
With that said, the girl bit her ear gently.
"It seems that even if it is depraved, the pleasures of these adult mortals are as overwhelming as the former you, the integrity warrior of the Pantheon."
Unfortunately, this scene was not filmed by Azeroth's journalist paparazzi, otherwise Lord Sargeras would properly become the number one news leader after the man of Hirai.
As for the fun of adult mortals. . . Okay, I still enjoy that feeling deep inside.
Perhaps at the beginning, he should not agree with Sarrod ’s proposal and come to this tiny planet together.
But soon this idea was left behind. After all, piston movement is extremely in need of concentration.
At the same time, undercurrents surging across Germany, East Germany and West Germany under the iron curtain were instigated by some special figures. Radicality, demonstrations and demonstrations never stopped.
They demand unity, and the Germans will never accept mean divisions!
Chaos is breeding, and once there is chaos, there will always be some ambitious people or people who sincerely for their own people, will be willing to exchange for something they want at the expense of their souls.
A Germanic young man, his name is not important, what is important is that he summoned the legendary demons at a deserted crossroads on a silent night.
I do n’t know when this method of summoning demons spread throughout Germany. UU readers www.uukanshu.com want to know in detail that it is not difficult at all.
He gave his soul to a horrible demon named Varimathras, who gave him ten years.
In return, the youth received the super-strong physique and dream-like supernatural ability that he dreamed of.
After a while, a German hero, wearing a black tights, holding a long flame sword in one hand, and holding a shield in one hand, appeared everywhere. He led the people on the road to resisting separatism.
An iron cross is engraved on the shield, which is the most glorious symbol of Prussia. .
Everyone does not know the name of the youth, and he is called: German captain.
As for whether he is a devil's toy, who cares?
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