Azeroth’s Death Track

Yogg-Saron, the Demon of Thousand Throats, was one of the five ancient gods who came to the world of Azeroth. He is not the strongest among the ancient gods, nor is he the one who is best at using conspiracy. In fact, After the battle of domination, Y'Shaar died, and among the remaining three ancient gods, it was the most inconspicuous and the most miserable one.

Compared with C'Thun, who was sealed in the southern part of the mainland, and N'Zoth, who was sealed in the deep sea city of Ny'alotha, Yogg-Saron seemed to have very bad luck. It was sealed in the deepest part of Ulduar, That was the stronghold of the Titan Guardians, and in terms of escape probability, Yogg-Saron had almost no hope of escaping from here.

But the unobtrusive Yogg-Saron is a truly ruthless character.

Without making a fuss, it relied on its own keen perception and dark power to completely dismantle the powerful guardian system. In fact, without the intervention of the great lord, it is impossible for these fragmented guardians to survive in such a short period of time. unite again in time.

Moreover, with the advantage of the City of Titans, Yogg-Saron rooted his flesh and blood tentacles in the furnace of will, which is equivalent to extending his power to the cradle of Elune, the spirit of the world. After Y'Shaarj's death, Yogg-Saron was the Old God most likely to corrupt Elune from within.

Unfortunately, it no longer has this opportunity.

Because Elune, who felt the threat, no longer intends to let it continue to exist so freely.

The seal of Yogg-Saron is not full of the mechanical style of Titan creation like other ancient gods' sealed chambers. There are no rotating gears and conduits filled with Titan energy. In fact, the inside of this cage The area of ​​the world has been completely distorted by the power of the Old Gods for tens of thousands of years.

It looks like an ordinary cave in the center of the mountains, surrounded by rough mountain walls, and the remains of the Titan guardians who were dismantled by Yogg-Saron. In the cracks in the rock like dry land, what flows is not clear water, but a strange liquid with a pale green color.

It was liquid metal contaminated with the power of the ancient gods. In fact, 4500 years ago, it was this kind of thing called Saronite, which almost infected the entire world.

And that was just a casual attempt by Yogg-Saron when he was bored.

And in the center of this dry earth, in the small lake formed by the dark green liquid metal, an ugly, twisted, corrupted, corrupted, crazy ancient evil is constantly pouring out its own darkness in the liquid flow. The power spread to the entire range of the cage, it continuously issued screams that stimulated the body and soul at the same time, those black tentacles dancing wildly slapped the ground crazily, while making the entire city of Ulduar sway endlessly, Raise the extremely hot and corrosive liquid Saronite on the ground, like a wild beast rolling wantonly in the dark mud.

But this crazy posture exposed Yogg-Saron's embarrassment. The more violent it looked, the more it showed that it had encountered troubles that were difficult for it to solve.

big trouble!

C'Thun's fall could not be hidden from Yogg-Saron, who was far away in the northernmost part of the world, and with the help of the memories of those cultists, Yogg-Saron knew better than anyone that during the fall of C'Thun, the one standing in front of him What role did the sky, the spirit that summoned the power of death, play.

His arrival means the arrival of death... This is the same for weak mortals and powerful ancient gods.

I am your waking nightmare!

The thousands of throats on Yogg-Saron's dark green body, like a twisted and weird flesh, called out the voice of corruption. This ancient god who had been hiding in Ulduar for tens of thousands of years was stronger than his brother. Suen and N'Zoth are both powerful, the thick power of the void spreads over Yogg-Saron's body, its voice will spread the chaos of the void, and even its distorted shape is fatal...

Mortals cannot look directly at the ancient god, because just by looking at it, the distorted shape will arouse the deepest fear in the cowardly mind, completely destroy a life from the core area of ​​the soul, and the chaotic force covering the entire prison The field, even for extremely determined guardians, is also a terrible threat.

At this time, facing Tyrion, the agent of death who brought a terrible threat to Yogg-Saron, the ancient god realized that whether it can get rid of the ending of eternal death today, the key point is not In terms of its own strength, but the guardians in front of it... If it can re-manipulate these guardians before it can't hold on, then their combined strength is enough to push Tyrion back. ..

So at the very beginning, Yogg-Saron surged all his corrupt power, like a wave of dark tide, slapped towards the guardians headed by the great guardian Lai, it tried to Corrupting them, it tried to manipulate them. However, when it really touched the souls of these guardians, the Old God realized that they seemed to be more determined than tens of thousands of years ago.

There is another kind of power sheltering these difficult guardians, and Yogg-Saron is very familiar with that kind of power.

Eluen!

The sound of depravity reverberated throughout the prison cell, Yogg-Saron was shocked and angry at this moment, the vision of the ancient god couldn't help but look up, at the top of the empty cage , a night elf girl with a single ponytail and a pair of silver moon eyes, seems to be standing there, she is smiling...

A vindictive smile, a mocking smile, an exalted smile, seems to be saying...

Ah, Yogg-Saron who has bullied me for hundreds of thousands of years, you rotten old man, you still have today!

ah!

The fallen god waved its tentacles frantically, smashing the phantom of the elf in the sky, but the next moment, it appeared in its original form, and the tall guardian Lai held the bone battle sword and stepped on Yogg-Salonna. Amid the green blood, he grabbed a dozen tentacles in front of him with his left hand, and swung his sword horizontally with his right hand. Between Lai's roar and the neighing of the lightning war sword, Yogg-Saron's exposed body was cut off abruptly. by a third.

But this is not a fatal wound... The self-healing power of the ancient god who uses corrupt flesh and blood as his body is beyond imagination. At least before its corrupted dark soul falls, it is almost impossible to physically kill it. Totally impossible.

And the tentacles and body cut off by Lai fell to the ground wrapped in corrupted black blood. Those corrupt flesh and blood twisted on the ground, quickly forming one ugly and depraved faceless person after another. A huge army of faceless men appeared between the cells.

But before they responded to the order of the fallen lord, the metal storm of more than 200 small cannons on the body of the crazily fired Voltron, said that these fallen derivatives were smashed into pieces of flesh again, and the body was surging. In the hearty shout of Hesuo, the goblin of the light of the moon, Voltron raised his arms, his left arm was flames, and his right arm was lightning. In the roar of the injector, the scattered flesh and blood were quickly annihilated.

Your end is here!

Hodir, the God of Frost, waved his ice hammer, and where the weapon touched, Yogg-Saron's fallen flesh was quickly frozen, and Thorim, who was surrounded by endless thunder and descended from the sky, was like the world Like a real storm incarnation, he swung Umir the war hammer, and the frozen flesh and blood were completely torn apart in the flash of lightning in the corner of his eyes, and then turned into clusters of purified ashes in the surge of the thunder hell.

The final verdict! Today!

boom

The attacks of the guardians were very violent. They came with mission and hatred, and their power was genuine. In this storm of revenge, the pain caused by the guardians to Yogg-Saron made the ancient gods The power of self is constantly being lost, but the problem is that Yogg-Saron can't mobilize all the power to fight back.

Because the war doesn't just happen on the level of flesh and blood, in the level of Yogg-Saron's dark soul, it is still facing a more difficult enemy, and the battle there is more difficult than the battle on the real level. Important and more dangerous.

Actually, I don't need to bring those burdens with me.

The great lord holding two swords walks in the soul of Yogg-Saron in the posture of a soul. He raises his weapon from time to time to do a little little destruction in this weird soul palace that looks like a human brain. Wherever he walked, the chill of death had already frozen nearly a quarter of the soul of the ancient god.

This caused great trouble to Yogg-Saron. Although the state of the soul of the ancient god is more terrifying and powerful than its flesh and blood posture, in the vision of the soul, the ancient god is like a person who can A distorted monster that devours the entire world, however, such power is not enough for it to ignore the impact of death.

Yogg-Saron continues to create various attacks in the soul, soul spikes, voices of darkness, or whispers of corruption, and even illusions of all important figures in the mind of the great lord himself, but this is not true for Tyrion. It is meaningless to say that, the ancient god saw with his own eyes that he chopped off the phantom head of his daughter Dornan with a knife in his hand, and with a perverted smile, he stabbed his wife Aurelia with a sword Heart of phantom.

At this moment, Yogg-Saron realized that these often useful little tricks were meaningless in front of the terrifying man in front of him.

It can't blind the mind of the great lord like it blinds the souls of other creatures... It lacks countermeasures and can only be slaughtered.

But the great lord is very relaxed, he seems to be roaming, walking among the fallen souls, and he even jokes:

Actually, I alone is enough to get rid of you, it just takes a little more time, but I thought again, look, so many people are looking forward to your meeting, and a perfect party would be perfect if only I As a human being, it would be too boring... So, I found a lot of your old friends, how about it? I'm very caring, right? You don't need to thank me.

Tyrion chuckled, put away the two long swords, then knelt down, stroked the fallen soul emitting faint blue fluorescence under his feet, and said in a low voice:

As long as you're having fun, now, tell me...are you having fun?

If Yogg-Saron could speak like a real human being, then it would definitely yell at the High Lord, but just as Yogg-Saron gathered another wave of corrupt forces, he was ready to desperately fight back against the Tyrannosaurus who invaded the core of the soul. During Ryan's time, the high lord suddenly took out something from his storage ring.

It was a... colorful bottle, made of the best crystal, it seemed that many, many different rays of light were sealed inside, and those lights of different colors were intertwined with each other, which looked really beautiful.

You see, compared to when I killed C'Thun, I have learned a lot of interesting new tricks now.

The great lord twisted open the bottle, and casually evoked an orange light like a burning flame from it. With the flick of his fingers, the light quickly gathered into a very handy one-handed long sword. Tyrion Swinging the lightsaber, the sword pierced the fallen soul at his feet. Between the trembling of the soul and the intrusion of strange power, the High Lord asked softly:

Tell me, are you angry?

swish

The second long red sword pierced down, and there was Tyrion's calm question:

Are you manic?

The third gray lightsaber fell.

Do you hate?

The fourth pale lightsaber pierced down.

Are you desperate?

The fifth dark red lightsaber fell.

Are you afraid?

The sixth black lightsaber fell.

Are you wondering?

The last blue lightsaber whizzed in the hands of the great lord. Under his feet, the fallen soul was locked tightly by the power of six kinds of negative emotions mixed with the essence of death, as if it had been sealed. Part of the power is the same, Yogg-Saron is struggling desperately, trying to break free from the power that is almost the same as it, but it can't do it!

It can fight back against death, but it can't fight back against the same power as it... just like water can never be destroyed with ice, and magma can never be countered with fire.

The last question, Yogg-Saron, the Demon of Thousand Throats who almost subverted the world.

Tyrion stood in the center of the strange circle composed of six lightsabers of different colors. In the entanglement of the strange power that wandered endlessly, the high lord lifted the last blue lightsaber backhand, and his eyes shone with coldness. The cold light:

Have you... ever lost your inner pride?

No...you didn't! Ah, what a pity...the thing of the abyss full of endless negative emotions, this thing is simply tailor-made for you.

swish

The last blue lightsaber pierced into the center of the ring composed of six lightsabers, and the seven kinds of Y'Shaarj's powers extended the emotional power to shake, forming a ray of light that seemed to be the same as the essence around the great lord The chain, starting from this ring, quickly tied up Yogg-Saron's soul that he could not break free bit by bit.

And as the chains tightened, Yogg-Saron's huge soul also shrank rapidly. The great lord standing in the nothingness stretched out his hand, and the bondage shining with seven-color halo just fell into his palm. , like a most perfect gem.

Tyrion looked at the gemstone in his palm, and after a while, he shook his head boredly:

Is that so? You really disappoint...

Oh, by the way, this trick, I call it... the lock of the sky! Don't care about the name, anyway, tell me now, Yogg-Saron, do you feel the pain?