--- CHAPTER 57: Echoes of Titan Legacy ---
"Who are you! Dragon Aspect! How dare you step into the Titan's laboratory!"
A roar came from afar, and along with the shaking of the earth, a nearly 30-meter-tall female giant appeared, her body made of unknown steel, and surrounded by green light. Compared with the lifeless steel giant, she had a little more aura that life should have. This was Nablya, the manager of the Titan Laboratory in Un'Goro Crater, a tall female metal giant.
"Wait for me here."
After landing, Arthas walked straight over, and the female metal giant was also staring at Arthas, until she reached her feet. Then her eyes changed, as if she was sizing her up.
"Take me inside."
Arthas gave the order in a calm voice, with a hint of hope in his anxiety.
Nablya and Arthas stared at each other, and the atmosphere froze for a full minute. The Red Dragon Queen and the others all frowned, as if they were about to fight. Nablya then stretched out his hand, "Stand up, you are not allowed to come in!"
Only after Arthas jumped onto her palm did Nablya walk forward with heavy steps, not even giving the dragon guarding her room.
This made the blue Dragon Aspects Malygos couldn't help but complain, "Tsk, the noodles are really big!"
"Don't you think it's strange that a human prince can be recognized by the Titanic Watcher?"
Deathwing, on the contrary, was very calm, and his calmness indeed showed how deeply he was calculating.
"What's so strange about that? We were just being polite to her. If we really came to a fight, she would be no match for me! Humph, she doesn't know what's good for her!"
What Malygos said was also true, he was just giving the other party face. Strictly speaking, the Dragon Aspect is at the same level as the nine Titanic Watcher. Nablya is just a secondary guardian, one level lower!
Standing on Nablya's palm, Arthas looked at this sturdy giant curiously. He found that her metal-like skin was not made of metal, but an unknown ore similar to metal. How strong is the power of the Titans to be able to shape a life in this way? From this, we can also see how powerful Sargeras, the leader of the Burning Legion, is!
"The Life-Bound One has given me a noble mission. You must cooperate with me."
Arthas tried to start a conversation. He had to deal with this giantess. Of course, he didn't have the ability to fuck a 30-meter-tall Gant giantess. It seemed a bit unreliable. But Azeroth was a magical world. It was not impossible, but he was not strong enough.
Nablya raised his eyebrows and said with some dissatisfaction, "My duty is to guard this laboratory!"
"I know, but orders are not set in stone."
Arthas tried to persuade the other party that the Un'Goro Crater was too fertile. The distribution here was particularly even, and it had been intentionally transformed. In the north was an open-air oil field, and the oil was so concentrated that it had automatically generated elements. In the middle was a huge mine, full of rich ores. In the west was a hot spring suitable for settlement, in the south was a fertile grassland plain, and in the east was the entrance to a densely forested forest, which contained a large amount of natural gifts.
The most important thing is that there is only one entrance here, which is the forest in the east, which is connected to a large desolate TaNalice Desert. It is a strategic point that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. This place is very suitable for development. The ore and wood can be self-sufficient, and the animals in the forest can be used for hunting. A wide variety of dinosaurs can also be used for taming, hunting, and taming as mounts. In addition, there are secondary Titanic Watcher stationed here, which is extremely safe. It is really clean and hygienic!
"Without Lord Kazgros's order, I will not change my duties. You have Lord Eonar's aura on you. You can live here, but others cannot!"
Nablya's IQ is not high, or he is too rigid and inflexible, which is exactly what the Titans need.
"Okay, take me to the Shaper's Stand."
Arthas was somewhat helpless. He planned to make use of the Titan's facilities and the energy inside to charge Eonar and awaken the Titan's soul, which would be of greater help to him.
There are advantages and risks, because the nine Titanic Watcher are already in name only. Some are dead, some are useless, some are imprisoned, and some are locked up. None of them can come out to work.
The chief guardian Odin was imprisoned in the sky-high Hall of Valor by his adopted daughter Hela, and he was unable to break the blockade at all. He could only be impotent and furious in the palace, and Ruman, who had a violent temper, was almost exactly the same as Aman'thul, who gave him power.
The Supreme Guardian, Raiden, was so disheartened after learning that the Pantheon had been annihilated that he gave up on himself, and even his heart was stolen by someone else. That person called himself Thundergod and ruled the southern continent of Kalimdor for a long time.
Loken, the King of Wisdom, was corrupted by the Old Gods he was guarding, and he fell. He secretly murdered his brother's wife, causing a civil war among the Titanic Watcher. He also imprisoned Thorim, the King of Storms, Hodir, the King of Frost, Freya, the King of Life, and killed Mimiron, the King of Creation!
While covering his companions' escape from Loken's pursuit, King of Order Tyr blew himself up along with the Old God's men.
The remaining Archaedas is dormant deep in Uldaman in the Eastern Kingdom. He is being hunted down and has nowhere to hide. He doesn't even show his head. The Discs of Norgannon, which records everything that happens in the world of Azeroth, is in charge of monitoring data. Once the Titans learn of the data inside, they will know that Loken has betrayed them, and Loken will face the wrath of the Titans. This is also the reason why Loken hunted down Tyr and Archaedas. He is really afraid of death!
"Isn't Lord Eonar's command enough to change your duties?"
Arthas asked tentatively with some dissatisfaction, this female giant guardian is really, well, meticulous and strict!
"If it was Lord Eonar's order, I would have obeyed it, but Lord Eonar did not give me any order."
Nablya responded honestly that any Titan in the Pantheon could command her, even the Titanic Watcher. But unfortunately, the Titans had not appeared for tens of thousands of years, so it was impossible for them to come out and command her. Since there were no higher-level orders, she naturally followed her own core orders. There was nothing wrong with this, and there was nothing wrong with it. In essence, she was just like a robot executing orders.
The ground trembled under Nablya's colossal strides, each footfall echoing like distant thunder through the dense foliage of Un'Goro Crater. Her imposing form, forged from enigmatic alloys infused with verdant energy, radiated an otherworldly vitality that set her apart from mere constructs. As the secondary guardian of this ancient Titan enclave, her presence commanded respect, her gaze sweeping over the intruders with unyielding authority.
Arthas's directive to his companions hung in the air, a bridge between mortal ambition and draconic might. He advanced alone, the weight of anticipation pressing upon him as Nablya's scrutiny intensified.
Her command broke the standoff, her extended palm a platform of reluctant invitation. The Aspects' exclusion sparked murmurs, Malygos's disdain underscoring hierarchical tensions.
Nablya's retort to perceived slights affirmed her stature, though her secondary role paled against the Aspects' eminence. Yet courtesy prevailed, a nod to the Titans' legacy.
From her vantage, Arthas marveled at her composition—an ore-like epidermis hinting at Titanic ingenuity. Such craftsmanship dwarfed mortal feats, evoking awe at Sargeras's formidable opposition.
His plea for cooperation invoked Eonar's mandate, a gambit to sway her rigid protocol. Un'Goro's bounty—oil-rich north, mineral-laden center, thermal west, grassy south, forested east—beckoned as an ideal bastion, its single ingress a defensive boon. Resources abounded: ores, timber, fauna for sustenance and mounts, all under guardian vigilance.
Nablya's rebuttal clung to duty, her inflexibility a Titan-engineered safeguard. Arthas's redirection to the Shaper's Stand masked frustration, his scheme to revitalize Eonar promising amplified aid.
Yet perils loomed; the Watchers' cadre fractured—Odin imprisoned, Raiden despondent, Loken treacherous, others fallen or fugitive. Betrayals and self-sacrifices marred their ranks, the Discs of Norgannon a damning archive Loken desperately concealed.
Arthas's probe on Eonar's authority met honest rebuff; absent direct edict, core imperatives held sway. Her mechanical adherence, devoid of nuance, epitomized programmed fidelity.
--- END OF CHAPTER 57 ---