Azeroth’s Death Track

When the deer helmet walked into the tent, besides the three weak humanoid dragons lying on the hospital bed, there was also a young man in the tent wearing a yellow cloak lined with an exquisite hunting suit, his back was facing the deer Helmet and Varian, who were sitting by the bed of Melinthra, the Daughter of the Green Dragon, held the hand of the emaciated Green Dragon Princess and whispered something to her.

Varian could clearly see tears streaming from the corners of the eyes of the Green Dragon Princess lying on the bed.

Who are you?

Varian had never seen the young man before, and he was sure that there was no such person in the camp, so his fingers quietly gripped the hilt of the sword behind his back, but he was stopped by the staghelmet.

The archdruid took a step forward and greeted the young man with his back turned to them:

Long time no see, Your Highness Anachronos.

Um?

When the young man heard someone calling his name, he turned his head to look at Staghelmet. Varian noticed that there was a delicate hourglass gem dotted in the lock of the young man's cloak, and there was a soft light in that gem. , and even give people a trance feeling of time confusion.

Ah, it's a deer helmet.

The young man waved his hand to the deer helmet, his handsome face was full of gentle smiles, he stood up, walked to the deer helmet, bowed sincerely to the deer helmet, and spoke to the deer helmet and the tile with a magnetic voice. Ryan says:

Thank you, friends, I thought I would never be able to meet my brothers again in this life, but you have achieved a miracle that mortals cannot do, you not only defeated the ancient gods, but also rescued my brothers .”

It's also because of His Highness's generosity.

Buck Helmet said decently:

If the Bronze Dragon hadn't generously handed over the time fragments to the coalition forces and informed us of the activities of the Qiraji over the years, our march would not have been so easy, but the physical condition of the three giant dragons is not optimistic. Even if you don't come today, we will find a way to contact you, your friend's weakness is not simply due to exhaustion, the persecution of them by the ancient gods has also affected their thinking.

The archdruid glanced at the three-headed dragon who was extremely weak on the hospital bed, and said to the bronze dragon prince in front of him:

You need to take them back to Wyrmrest Temple and Dragon Sanctuary to recuperate slowly.

Well, I have already notified the leaders of the other three dragon legions, and envoys from various races will come here soon to bring them back to their respective holy places.

A flash of emotion flashed through the yellow snake pupils of the Bronze Dragon Prince, and he patted Lu Helmet on the shoulder:

Although the major legions are now facing a very cruel situation, if you still need help, Staghelmet, old friend, please speak up, and we will definitely try our best to meet your requirements.

This sounds like a beautiful sentence, but Staghelm knows that the dragons will not promise anything easily. Anachronos can say this, which means that an agreement has been reached within the dragon army. He thought for a moment, He no longer concealed the plight of the coalition forces, he said to the Bronze Dragon Prince:

One thing is really tricky, you must have seen the remnants of the Old God outside the crumbling Qiraji Temple, although we killed it with the help of Agamaggan, the demigod of the wilderness, but Ke Su En's degeneration is not something ordinary people can deal with. In fact, our soldiers can't even get close to it. Therefore, I want to ask the dragons to use enough dragon fire to burn the body of the evil god until the blood contained in the flesh and blood is gone. The power of the void was burned away...

Deer Helmet paused, and said to the Bronze Dragon Prince who listened carefully to him:

The remaining things, including healing the Old God's infiltration and damage to the World Core, will be done by the Blightcaller... This is why we were founded, C'Thun's corruption of Azeroth must be healed , This may be a long process, but we will start to do it now, the Blightcaller will call all the people of insight in the world who are willing to save the world, but we also need the help of the dragon.

Well, your thinking makes sense.

Anachronos' expression became serious, and he said to Staghelm:

I will report this matter to the dragon kings immediately. I believe that your needs will be met. Don't worry, old friends. Finally, thank you again for everything you have done for my brothers and sisters...you will be bronze dragons friends forever!

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At the same time when the allied forces asked the giant dragon to burn the battlefield of the Qiraji Temple with dragon fire, in the depths of the collapsed underground, among the intertwined collapsed ruins, some high-level bugs who were lucky enough to survive the catastrophe of the catastrophe Wandering aimlessly in the ruins, without the guidance of the emperor, the mother worm, and the gods, these thinking worms seemed at a loss.

They are used to obeying orders and don't know what to do, so they can only wander like this, waiting for new orders to come...Freedom is not an absolute gift, when loyal slaves learn to love whipping, then only the final death is the end of evil duty.

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A faint wave of spirit swept across the dark and collapsed ruins, and the will of the same source attached to the spirit caused the tentacles on the top of the dazed high-level bug to move quickly. It looked left and right, as if it was Listening attentively, after a while, the bug moved its limbs and crawled towards a dark passage.

During this fast crawl, the high-level bug even had a strange joy.

It doesn't care who is sending out the mental fluctuations, it only cares about one thing...Finally another order has been issued, and it doesn't need to worry about the dilemma of having nothing to do anymore.

In the deepest part of the passage, in the darkness, the rustling sound is like the most frightening whimper that comes from dreaming back at midnight. If you look carefully, you can see that in the darkness, there are many people who are busy The bugs... There are the lowest-level worker bugs, there are higher-level soldier bugs, and there are even high-level bugmen and some cultists wearing black hoods mixed in.

Under the command of the cultists, the bugs quickly excavated the collapsed passage. From the end of the dark passage, they dug downwards, as if they wanted to dig to the core of the collapsed temple.

And as the commander-in-chief of this excavation operation, it was a human sitting leisurely on a stone chair...a human wearing a purple robe, playing with a Qiraji emblem used to worship the gods, his cheeks were very Thin, full of strange paleness that has not seen the sun for a long time, those eyes are sometimes gentle, sometimes angry, sometimes expectant, and sometimes apprehensive.

He grabbed his gray hair and looked at the bugman who kept digging up the soil in the dark. He was thinking about some very important things in his heart.

The Twilight's Hammer cultists hiding in the Qira Temple have already suffered heavy casualties. C'Thun forcibly ordered nearly ten thousand people to use fratricidal cult rituals in the sealed temple to strengthen its power. This cruel act It directly led to the collapse of the will of the panic-stricken cultists. Those who survived by chance have seen the cruelty and arrogance of C'Thun. Even the craziest lunatics have already begun to think about how to deal with it before the final battle begins. escaped.

Fortunately, the chaotic battle between the demigods, the ancient gods, and the great lord caused the entire temple to collapse. Ran out of the temple, mingled with the rapidly retreating coalition forces, and fled this desperate place.

But more cultists didn't have time to run out at all. They could only curl up under the collapsed temple, waiting for the doomsday to come. At this time, a guy who had never been noticed by others stood up and became a Temporary leader of the restless rats.

Benedictus... Bishop Twilight, the proton who was thrown here by Cho'gall to die, he finally found his dream opportunity!

The strongest ancient god, Y'Shaarji...the legacy of the dark empire, the gift and endless power, the key to the throne of the king of the abyss...where are you?

Benedictus flipped the Qiraji Emperor's emblem with a purple pattern in his hand, and a purple halo shone in his squinted eyes. This guy became a believer in the Twilight's Hammer a long time ago. The leader of the disciples of N'Zoth, the demon with thousands of beards, but he always seems half-hearted in the process of spreading the glory of the ancient god.

When Bishop Twilight was still the archbishop of the Stormwind Kingdom, he secretly collected all the texts related to the belief of the ancient gods. In those simple and strange texts, he found a mysterious and ethereal legend.

It is said that before the birth of civilization, there were four ancient gods in Azeroth, not the current three. Whether it is C'Thun, Yogg-Saron, or his belief, N'Zoth, in the dark ages None of them are the most powerful. The most powerful ancient god is called Y'Shaarji. It is a powerhouse whose power has surpassed the power of the world. Even the gods among the stars cannot completely kill it...

The gods of the stars are too illusory, so after confirming the authenticity of this legend, Benedictus set his sights on this mysterious Y'Shaarj, but the news he found were all broken In a few words, he had hinted at Cho'gall, but the creepy ogre was just noncommittal.

From Cho'gall's attitude, Benedictus can be sure that Y'Shaarj really exists, and the dark power it left behind must still be buried somewhere in this world, waiting to be discovered by future generations.

But... where the hell is it?

Benedictus let out a long and deep sigh, and the moment his voice fell, a dwarf cultist who was sweating profusely ran over, holding a pickaxe covered in black viscous liquid in his hand. The dwarf excitedly said to Bishop Twilight:

Boss, we dug it! It's right ahead!

okay!

Bishop Twilight narrowed his eyes immediately. He stood up from the chair and followed the dwarf to the deepest part of the cave. Wherever he went, the bugs gave way one after another. This force made the cultists standing on both sides They were even more in awe, they lowered their heads, not daring to say a word, for fear of offending the leader and letting these vicious insects eat them up.

In the deepest part of the cave, in the dark air, a snake-like tentacle coiled half buried in the soil, twitching from time to time, surrounded by some senior cult members, only those who have been in contact with the ancient gods for a long time Only a lunatic with strength can not be driven crazy when he is so close to C'Thun's Remnant.

Benedictus ignored the disgusting viscous liquid in the soil, he jumped down the pit with a strong figure, looked left and right, then stretched out his hands, and pressed C'Thun's tentacles.

The next moment, a chaotic, evil and cold force penetrated into Benedictus' heart. The Old God is equivalent to the gods of the Twilight's Hammer cultists. Even if it dies, its decay is equivalent to The body of a god, and the bold touch of Benedictus is equivalent to directly talking to the remains of the gods, even if C'Thun's soul has been pulled to the realm of death, but only those remaining in the body A weak mental shock can easily tear the soul of a mortal.

ah!

Benedictus felt as if he had been electrocuted at this moment. He screamed fiercely, his body was swaying wildly, and his handsome face was full of distorted expressions, scaring the cultists around him. Big jump.

And in his mind, he can see some memory fragments left in C'Thun's body, which is what he wants to find, but the ancient god has survived for millions of years, and the memory fragments it has accumulated are of great importance to the prisoner. It's a risky move to say that there are so many, and there is always a limit to what Benedictus can bear, but any cultist knows a truth.

Wealth...seek in danger.

Finally, at the moment when Benedictus felt that his spirit was about to collapse, he saw C'Thun's memory of Y'Shaarj.

That towering body, condensed like dark mist...

The black goat-like head, the 7 eyeballs shining with different lights, and the ferocious claws that can easily tear apart the dragon...

In the empire ruled by the power of darkness, at the highest point of the barbaric world, the most ancient god Y'Shaarj stretched out to cover the mountains and seas like a doomsday scene of flesh and blood, and the terrifying alien army under Y'Shaarj ...

He saw the golden fingers that protruded into the world from the sky, and the fingers shining with endless thunder light pulled the extremely powerful ancient god from the ground, shaking the whole world...

He saw a golden steel giant, the heart of darkness that Y'Shaarj left behind in this world. The heart of darkness that was still beating was put into a sealed box, and then buried in a magnificent valley full of golden light. scene...

Benedictus is screaming, calling frantically, what he longs for is close at hand...

But the next scene made Benedictus feel hopeless... He saw the scene where the upper elves opened the Well of Eternity ten thousand years ago and summoned demons to invade the world. In a daze, a creature with black and white mane all over its body, similar to a bear man, but also like a human being stood at the top of the golden valley, looking at all this...

In the end, that half-human, half-bear guy activated a weird magic in a secret place, integrated himself into the ground under his feet, turned into a fog covering a quarter of the world, and engulfed his people, kingdom, and Asia. The evil Heart of Darkness was wrapped in the mist and completely disappeared in the corner of the world.

Benedictus could clearly see that at the moment when the night elves detonated the Well of Eternity and the world was torn apart, the continent wrapped in mist was also split into the southernmost sea in the world...

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All the illusions were shattered at this moment, Benedictas, who was so weak that he was so weak, sat down in the disgusting viscous liquid, his eyes were dull, he was out of breath, and he was still reminiscing about what he saw before view.

Land of mist... the South Seas... great turtles that travel around the world... bearmen in black and white, no! Pandaren! Sea of ​​Mists, yes! It's there! I should have thought of that!

Benedictus looked at his trembling fingers, and he clenched them tightly. He looked back at the cultists behind him, and a gleam flashed in his eyes:

Pack up your things! Take all the valuable things you can take away! Take those buggers who can fight!

Let's go to the South China Sea!

After that mist...that's another world! New world!