Azeroth’s Death Track

Regarding the source of flesh and blood creatures, the Explorers' Association has obtained a complete set of explanations and explanations that can be followed.

The first batch of flesh and blood creatures in Azeroth came from the guardians of the titans who were eroded by the curse of flesh and blood. Their rock or steel bodies were corroded by the curse. They forgot the great mission in their hearts, and their minds got real freedom. Thus, in the chaos of the collapse of order, civilization was born.

So from this point of view, it is not wrong to say that Yogg-Saron, the Demon of Thousand Throats, shaped the current civilization of Azeroth. After all, the first batch of curses of flesh and blood were spread by the Demon of Thousand Throats. Of course, its purpose is not to build a completely free Azeroth... It has other purposes, but this does not prevent Yogg-Saron from personally shaping the origin of civilization that appears today.

Therefore, the history of the civilization era of Azeroth is actually built on a very weird, very bad, and very chaotic basis.

Mortals are not shaped by the righteous gods they believe in, but rather, they are born of the most depraved evil.

If you describe it in the same tone as a magic stick, then it should be...

The birth of flesh and blood is full of rebellious original sin!

This is also the reason why many believers collapsed in their faith, and even eventually joined cult organizations like Twilight's Hammer, because they could not accept that they were born with...evil.

Therefore, the information about the origin of flesh and blood in the Explorers Association is currently in a state of being sealed. Whether it is in the empire or the Federation, this information is not allowed to be made public... This is not a kind of government concealment from the people , On the contrary, this is a kind of good faith protection.

Of course, this is not what we are talking about now.

In the deepest part of the inner sanctum of Ulduar, during the cleanup of the mighty cultists, the passage of an ancient temple that had collapsed in half was quickly cleared out. This is the ring of the city of titans. The passage leading to the lower level of the inner hall is also the passage leading to the deepest secrets hidden in the city of Titans.

But walking through this collapsed gate and passage does not directly enter the real seal of Yogg-Saron. As Chogall said, the deepest Titan cage was blocked by four different guardians. Locked by the power of the cult, it is impossible to break it by relying on the methods of the cultists. We can only wait for the civilization coalition forces to reopen those seals.

However, this does not mean that these heretics have nothing to do. In fact, they are conducting a very important ceremony.

The space and time of this place are distorted.

Benedictus looked back at the passage behind, a strange force is affecting here, those stone pillars built when the passage was built, are all existing in the passage in a strange distorted and broken way During this time, a certain part of them seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, not connected to each other, and even bent into an L shape.

But if you touch those stone pillars, you will find that these pillars are still connected in physical form, but because of the disorder of space, they seem to have been destroyed.

The same situation also happened at the connection between the ground and the deep hall. Those are like the collapsed stairs destroyed by the war, and each place is full of dangerous space cracks. Just now, two unlucky cultists accidentally He fell into it, and without even making a scream, he was thrown into hell who knows where.

Walking in this place, you must be extremely careful, if you are not careful, you will end up with no bones left.

The final struggle of the Guardians brought about this result. (But even if they can manipulate space and time, they are still no match for the power of Yogg-Saron.)

The ogre Cho'gall slowly explained to his companions:

The Void is such a wonderful thing. (It can never be destroyed head-on, and in its spreading shadow all things are merged into it.)

Is that what the void is all about?

Benedictus dismissed Cugall's description, and he whispered:

Is the Void so shallow in your eyes? It's disappointing... But it's okay, so, what are we doing here now? Stupid waste of time, pinning all hopes on those heroes ?

Of course not! (We have more important tasks!)

Choogall turned around and stood on the high terrace, looking at the cultists who were drawing a huge magic circle on the chaotic land, and in front of those cultists, the road leading to Yogg-Sa On the road to the Long Seal, a stone sculpture of a giant creature is standing there. Just looking at the huge monster born in the darkness will make people feel the call of the abyss...

Obviously, although this prehistoric monster was sealed with petrification, it did not actually die.

That is the most loyal and powerful follower of the Old Gods, the first being born of fallen flesh, the mightiest General of the Faceless... Sith, meaning the ruler of destruction, every Krasis is precious, unfortunately, there is only the last one left here.)

Cho'gall said to Benedictus and the mantid resting in the corridor with a regretful expression:

Kraxis is the war messenger who bears the will of the ancient gods. (These terrifying and terrifying creatures possess great strength and savage intelligence. The dark magic they master can even shatter the mind of the guardian of the titans.)

For example... Tyr, the God of Justice. (Hehe, that powerful guardian was besieged by Yogg-Saron's two most loyal Krasis generals, Kisix and Zakaki full of dark glory On the way to escape, in the end the guardian had to choose to sacrifice himself to hold back the mighty Krasis.)”

The ogre spread his hands, as if holding the whole world in his arms:

But so what? Tyr is still dead...and there is another such powerful dark warrior in front of our eyes. (Tell me, Benedictus, how can mortals fight against being awakened by us like this? Where is the power of darkness?)”

They can't fight!

The black bishop stared at General Krasis, who was about to be reawakened by the magic of the cultists in front of him. Even in a petrified state, the appearance of this Krasis was still full of a dark and depraved atmosphere. Its octopus-like The head, the tentacles, the eyes full of chaos and destruction, the fish-like decoration, the twisted limbs like spiders on the back of the huge body, and the two claws similar to fish claws, and the strange insects derived from the abdomen Claws, this thing is like a monster that is twisted by gathering all the creatures that represent chaos together.

It probably shouldn't have been there at all, like its evil masters, the Old Gods who feed on the world...

He shook his head. As a member of his own cult, Benedictus naturally understood what Krasis was and what it represented, and he didn't need the triumphant ogre Cugall to explain it to him.

Krasis was born in the purest fallen flesh and blood of the ancient gods. Their mastery of dark magic gave them a very strong ability to regenerate...the regeneration speed is almost unimaginable for mortals. After a Krasis was After being killed, these strange and powerful dark beings can still slowly accumulate void energy, and eventually return to the present world.

And some bloody and cruel sacrifice rituals of cultists can speed up their resurrection. These things are the most terrifying warriors created by the ancient gods. The death in battle under the siege of Sri Lanka has fully demonstrated the power of these monsters.

They can only wait for the despair to come...

The black bishop shook his head, and he said softly to Cugall:

It seems that you have made a complete plan, then I can rest assured...the ceremony of calling and releasing Yogg-Saron will not be disturbed again.

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I don't like traveling like this...

Archbishop Chaldea, who came down from the draenei spaceship, stood in the fiercest cold wind in the Northland, and the plain black robe he was wearing was flapping in the wind, compared to several years ago. Looking at the image of a young man before, the archbishop now looks very thin. He has a short beard, his hair is neatly combed, and he is holding a black ancient scripture in his hand. He seemed imbued with an air of professional compassion.

At the waist of the archbishop's robe, hung a purple ritual dagger, which was neither luxurious nor a powerful magical item. According to the archbishop's private statement, it was a gift from an old friend in the early years, and That old friend had died in the orc wars, so it was very memorable.

In short, if one had to find a perfect priest in the Church of the Holy Light today, then Archbishop Chaldea would definitely be at the top of the list.

His private life is as innocent as the most traditional ascetic, and his reputation in the Stormwind Kingdom's faith community can even be compared to that of the blood king, His Majesty Varian.

Such a journey is too tiring and takes too much time.

The archbishop seemed to be complaining, talking to himself. Behind him, a monk planned to put a fur on the bishop, but was rejected by Chaldea.

I don't need it, my brother.

He smiled at the young monk and said:

The Holy Light will protect you and me...and this is just a negligible low temperature.

While talking, behind the archbishop, some priests with a strong ascetic temperament stepped down from the draenei spaceship one after another. Some of the priests carried heavy flails in their hands, which strongly matched their appearance. do not match.

The identities of these monks are special. They are a new generation of Ash Knights trained by the Church of the Holy Light based on the Silver Ash Canon combined with the teachings of the Holy Light. They use holy silver weapons to fight, taking into account sincere faith and excellent martial arts , they are more like special paladins, but don't wear armor...

Faith is their strongest armor.

These ashes monks have proven themselves in the past few years. The martial arts they have mastered have strong restraint against all kinds of dark forces, and the secret practice method of the ashes knights has made them become more powerful in the process of eradicating darkness. Become stronger and stronger. At present, the training method of Brother Ashes has been promoted to all churches in the entire human empire. Due to the current world form, this kind of strength enhancement has won the support of all kings.

In the bitter cold wind, the archbishop habitually stroked the dagger at his waist with his fingers, and the lazy voice of darkness echoed in his heart, just like an old friend.

So, are you ready to face Yogg-Saron? Chaldea...

Facing this question, Archbishop Chaldea smiled and said softly:

If I say no...will you let me get out of here?

What do you say?

There was a hint of sarcasm in the voice of Miss Xalatas:

Do you think I'm such a kind person?

So, I'm ready, but I'm curious, after eating the last essence of flesh and blood in C'Thun, have you recovered your strength now...

The archbishop closed his eyes, and he took a deep breath. The cold that penetrated into the bone marrow made his mind clear, and he whispered:

You know, if you only rely on my strength, you can't fight Yogg-Saron. I need you. Besides, we are different from other people who are blinded. We know very well, Tyrion, he won't be like this It is easy for you and me to pass the test, but to deal with him is much more difficult than dealing with the ancient god in the cage.

Facing Chaldea's confession, Miss Xalatas let out a pleasant laugh, but she did not hide her viciousness at all:

Then you should make all the preparations in advance, my Chaldea, you know, once you fall into the hands of Tyrion, you should be very clear, I will not be because of you, just in my fledgling Feng had a head-on fight with him before...

You and I are walking on a difficult road, and we have seen hope, so don't let me down, Chaldea, if you unfortunately fall behind, then I will abandon you without hesitation!

You know, I have always ignored those who are left behind.

Alright alright.

The archbishop opened his eyes, and while gently discussing the teachings of the Holy Light with the monks around him, he replied in his heart:

That's a pity...

I thought we were friends...