Azeroth’s Death Track

Yogg-Saron had his soul drawn.

The overall consciousness of this ancient god is in a very bad form, trapped in the cage of the dead world, and has become a brother and sister with its brother C'Thun, and the power from the dead world is washing this thousand-throat demon Some kind of rule change, maybe one day Yogg-Saron will regain control of the power of the void in the dead world, but as far as it is concerned, it will be a very long time.

Moreover, with the style of the great lord, it is impossible for him to allow C'Thun and Yogg-Saron to recover their strength leisurely. He has special arrangements for them, and they will come in handy soon .

Of course, ordinary people are not aware of this fact.

The moment the heroes of the coalition stepped into Yogg-Saron's cell, what appeared in front of them was a complete ancient god, like a fearful thing curled up in the dark, making people unable to straighten The degenerate shadow that looked at was like a mutated octopus. Its soft body was covered with limbs full of flesh and blood suckers. On every inch of its skin, there was a big mouth full of sharp teeth.

Its murmur is like a strong wind blowing a dead tree, and the dark ripples are constantly impacting the souls of the heroes. Even the figure crouching in the darkness has a power that disturbs the mind. Just take a look, the souls of the heroes As if being sucked into the lightless sea of ​​the abyss, the terrifying feeling of almost drowning made everyone who entered this cell breathe harder.

This is the instinctive expression of life when facing the original power of the void. Just like no matter how determined a person is, they cannot completely isolate fear. They may be able to rely on firm will to shield the influence of fear, but they themselves know that the fear , has been buried in their hearts...in fact, it has never dispersed.

The ancient gods who have lost their souls are actually not that scary. This group of flesh and blood distortions that instinctively radiate degenerate power cannot think and have no thinking of their own. After being defeated by the guardian and the great lord from two levels, It is like a dying beast, unable to resist the inevitable end.

But even so, it is still a very challenging thing for these mortal heroes who voluntarily stepped into the abyss to defeat the dark creatures in front of them with mortal strength, but it is also something they must do.

Muradin Bronzebeard, who was holding a hammer and shield, took a step forward. The moment the heavily armed dwarf approached, a powerless tentacle frantically swung from the ground, whizzing like a long whip, and smashed towards the approaching person. Under the tentacles of flesh and blood, strongly corrosive green slime was scattered everywhere, and the corrupted power entangled in the tentacles made the heroes behind Muradin draw out their weapons in unison.

boom

The tentacles of flesh and blood swung by the soulless Yogg-Saron hit the large shield raised by Muradin like a war hammer, knocking the dwarf back several steps. Between the slight vibrations of the ground, the dwarf held the shield With a fierce wave of his left hand, he shook the heavy tentacles aside.

But this scene gave the heroes a lot of confidence.

It's weak!

The dwarf who blocked the blow of the ancient god turned his head and shouted to the heroes behind him:

We can't waste the opportunity the Guardian gave us! Go! Kill it!

Under the call of Muradin, the heroes wearing various halos of power no longer hesitated. Like ants, they rushed to the ancient god in front of them from all directions, wielding their own power and weapons. Cutting on the body of the frightening monster, and between the sound of bombs and hot weapons, the titan guardians standing on the sealing platform in four directions had different expressions.

Thorim, Mimiron, Hodir, and Freya, the four guardians who were ordered to protect Ulduar, the city of titans, knew the truth, but even so, they had already been weakened too much, But when Yogg-Saron was still terrifying, the courage and actions of these mortal warriors still satisfied the Guardians.

You must know that not everyone has the courage to stand here, and not everyone can overcome the original fear and dare to hand out weapons to the monster in front of them...

Although the Great Lord Darkblade who cooperated with them dismissed the civilization of mortals and was full of all kinds of pickiness and contempt, but the gloomy and ruthless leader like Tyrion was willing to give these mortal heroes a chance, This proves that, in his heart, the combined power of these civilized worlds has not disappointed him.

And now, seeing the scene of mortals desperately fighting Yogg-Saron, the proud guardians of the titans also have to admit that this group of flesh and blood mortals can indeed create real miracles. Although far inferior to the steel creations of the past, their will and courage are no worse than their ancestors...

They are qualified to rule the land under their feet, and they are also qualified to make their voices heard in this world!

Then let's see.

Thorim put his warhammer Umir at his feet. He stood on the rune table that manipulated the power of the storm. He watched the mortal warriors and the old gods fight condescendingly. He whispered:

Let's see how far they can go...Maybe, they don't really need our help?

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Wow, little Anduin's sword swing is really beautiful!

Yuna was holding a small bucket full of hard candies, sitting comfortably by the gap where the passage of the dead and the reality of Ulduar met, like a little fan sitting in the auditorium watching a wonderful performance Like her, her eyes widened, and while stuffing candy in her mouth, she couldn't help pumping her fists and cheering for someone's wonderful performance.

The few girls around her can't enter the dead world, but it's not a big problem to hide their whereabouts in this place where the world meets. They are all big children, so they don't behave like little ghosts who will never grow up. , they sat together, discussing the performance of the heroes in a low voice.

And the demigods of death domesticated by several children were lying there listlessly. There was a deer, a bird, a bear, and a little black panther. He is not interested in the battle in front of him, perhaps because the little masters are around, these cute little animals are very lazy.

Of course, they can't fall asleep. The yelling of the little ghost Yuna and the occasional caress of the little masters make it difficult for these animals to fall asleep.

And for the reason of relaxing with the children, the great lord who ran out to take a break from his busy schedule was also standing there. He stood in the passageway behind the children, watching the fierce battle in the cage of the ancient god below, and he did not comment on the battle scene. What do you think? After all, in his current opinion, this kind of battle is already a bit too childish.

This is a battle with a doomed outcome. Now it is nothing more than to see what price the heroes of the coalition forces have to pay in order to win. The best situation is of course to kill the weakened version of Yogg-Saron without dying, but If some guys unfortunately die in battle, then the high lord will be lucky enough to pick up a leak.

Maybe he'll get some great souls...

And in the hands of the great lord, there is still a stack of documents that have just been handed over to him. Those documents are printed with many familiar coats of arms, representing many characters that have completely disappeared in the history of civilization. These documents represent another one. The end of reincarnation.

Where mortals can't see, in the darkness where time is constantly turning forward, there are always some eyes watching the spinning wheel of civilization, they have no name, they have no sense of existence, they are not known by anyone, but they are What really exists...the meaning of their existence is to evaluate those roles involved in all progress of the civilized world from an objective, third-party perspective.

Use race, power, and belief as the boundaries to divide each other, summarize those various lives into one set of data after another, and judge the significance of these lives for the world through comparison. If the comparison results are disappointing, Then a sudden undead invasion would be like a whip falling from the sky, whipping those tired guys and moving forward.

If they won't change...then there's no point in their existence.

The resources of this world are limited in the end. Instead of letting a group of guys with no meaning waste it, it is better to leave these resources to more promising civilizations.

Natural evolution and elimination are too slow for the great lord, he needs the whole world to move forward more effectively, and he seems to be tired of playing the game of planning the world, but secretly, Tyrion is very important to Azeroth Sri Lanka's interference in the future has actually never stopped, and the Forgotten Kings Council, which is responsible for investigating and supervising the situation of various civilizations, is the most precise paintbrush and sharpest knife in his hand to interfere in the future of the world.

Three consecutive civilization assessments, Azeroth's mainstream civilizations have achieved very impressive results. After the last disciplinary war, the Kaldorei's progress in the past few years is also surprising...I occasionally I wonder if the kings who have forgotten will be deceitful, because they cherish their homeland, or simply because they love their sons and daughters, they treat the rules I set as nothing.

The great lord flipped through the documents in his hand, and he said to the shadow floating behind him:

After all, I'm too busy. I don't have time to participate in every civilization assessment. I can only hand over this terrible power to my Forgotten Kings. It seems that they are doing a good job. You see, even The most rebellious bearmen have formed a large tribe, and the centaurs in Desolace are preparing to form a khanate, and they have begun to understand the weight of civilization, which is very good.

Tyrion put the document in his hand aside, and he looked at the ancient god Yogg-Saron, who had become weaker and weaker under the continuous siege of mortal heroes, before losing his soul and thinking ability. Afterwards, the threat of this ancient god has become much smaller, those weird void spells can no longer be used, and the void power that the ancient god instinctively radiates, it is difficult to defeat this group of mortals in a short period of time the strongest of them all.

Although that disgusting mass of flesh and blood was still struggling to resist under the bombardment of holy light, raging fire, and moon god magic, in fact, anyone who knew a little about combat knew that the victory and defeat had already been decided.

The great lord looked at the mass of flesh and blood, as if he saw an ancient god in mythology who was besieged by mortals and finally fell while bleeding... The reopening of Ulduar and the appearance of the guardians represent Aize The civilization of Rath has returned to the glory of the age of mythology. The creatures know more about their origins and the past of their ancestors, and they also begin to take on their own sacred missions again.

And now, the ancient god Yogg-Saron finally fell in the hands of mortals, which marks the final curtain of the legendary story about Ulduar. At least for now, this is a happy reunion that can satisfy everyone. ending of the story.

Tyrion Dawnblade, the great lord who was always picky about mortal civilization, also rarely showed his affirmation at this moment.

I no longer wonder, and I no longer doubt.

These in front of me are indeed the bravest and most powerful fighters in the world of Azeroth. They have come here across half the world. Maybe their purpose is not pure, but it doesn't matter. I have already got what I want. I've seen the results, they have the ability to do good things for the world, and they're willing to do it...

A satisfied smile flashed across the ice-blue eyes of the great lord. He looked back at the shadow behind him. At some point, the members of the Council of Forgotten Kings appeared there. The great lord looked at them, and he whispered explain:

You've done your job well, you've trained them well...that's the kind of civilization I want to see, a civilization that's thriving and full of courage and hope, and I want them to stay that way , and this work will continue to be done by you...

While talking, the great lord stretched out his hand and patted the thick stack of documents beside him. He said to the forgotten kings in front of him:

The mortals have won, and they have passed the civilization assessment again. According to the plan, the next round of assessment period will be extended to 20 years later. I believe that these 20 years will definitely be very exciting.

And as for those stubborn civilizations...

Tyrion's gaze was on the document in his other hand, and he handed the document to the Arch Lich Anastarian Sunstrider in front of him, and he said softly:

In the name of the Great Lord of the Dark Blade Legion, I hereby authorize the commander of the Dead Sea Fleet, Dailin Proudmoore, to have the highest level of war authority...

This is my last warning to the Naga and their queen... If they are not willing to let go of their past glory and bow their heads to adapt to the rules of the new world, then...

Destroy them!