Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"Surrender or die."

Garin only gave Xal'atath two choices.

"You want me to surrender to you with just the Holy Light? You don't understand the greatness of the void at all. It's impossible for me to have a second master!"

Xal'atath showed considerable courage, which Garin had never thought of.

Persuading her to surrender didn't work, so Garin had only one last resort, which was to use the Heart of Origin to turn her into his follower...

Sartharion can only be regarded as a weapon now. Even if it is a weapon with a soul, it cannot be regarded as a living being, and the power of control is difficult to be effective.

Then Jialin thought again, since she is not a living being now, then let's turn her into a living being!

"Ah! Stop! I surrender! From now on you are my second master!" The invasion of holy energy made Xal'atath extremely painful. The ancient god sister who had been stubborn just now immediately changed her words and admitted that Garin was the second master after the Lord of the Void.

Jialin sneered at her words in his heart. Anyone who believed in the promise of the ancient gods would be a great victim.

Garin is a plot-oriented person and knows everything about Xal'atath's past.

In order to corrupt the universe, the Lord of the Void shot out light and darkness sensitive parasites, which are the ancient gods, into the infinite void. These seeds, which are as endless as meteorite swarms, will lodge, corrode and then develop on planets with life when they encounter them.

Azeroth is on the edge of the vast universe. When this group of seeds arrived in Azeroth, there were only five left. They did not receive any replenishment during the long journey, so under the leadership of the strongest Y'Shaarj, they shared and ate the weakest Xal'atath.

After that, the four old gods parasitized the planet Azeroth and established their dark empire. However, the devoured Xal'atath did not completely perish. Her remaining will revived in the remaining ruins.

The debris was the sharp dagger in Garin's hand, so Sachir didn't recognize the material of the dagger.

For the next hundreds of thousands of years, Xal'atath remained dormant, surviving the fall of the Dark Empire, the departure of the Titans, and the huge changes in the Guardian system. There were no records of her until the rise of the trolls.

He was a troll witch doctor named Zandu. Xal'atath promised to give him endless power to let him rule the world, but in the end he bewitched Zandu into summoning General Krasis, a servant of the old gods.

This giant General Krasis was one of the two Old Gods sent by Loken to hunt down Tyr. In order to cover the large army migrating south, Tyr chose to self-destruct to stop them. One of them was killed on the spot, while this Old God servant named Kishix fled to the Zandalari Mountains in the southwest with serious injuries and fell into a long sleep.

The awakened Kishix gathered the remaining Aqir Zerg and built an empire called Az'Aqir to wage war.

The nearest civilization at that time was the Zandalari Troll Empire, and they chose to destroy this civilization to please the Old Gods. This was a famous war between trolls and insectmen in the history of Azeroth, which created the fame of the three troll tribes: the Amani, the Gurubashi, and the Drakkari.

At the same time, it also divided the powerful Yaqir insects into three parts. It can be said that the influence of Xal'atath has continued from ancient times to the present.

Of course, Xal'atath also caused the dwarves to split, but compared with the war between the Zandalari and the Aqir, if Emperor Thaurissan had not madly summoned Nagnaros to appear and changed the geographical environment of the central part of the eastern continent, the Three Hammers Civil War would have been nothing more than a minor skirmish.

It can be said that this weapon is extremely ominous, and anyone who gets it will not have a good ending. Of course, that is for other people, Garin not being one of them.

And Xal'atath is not Garen's only choice. The souls of Yogg-Saron and C'Thun are still lying in the Altar of Kings. If you want to understand the secrets of the Void, you can just extract their memories.

However, Garen has not yet resolved the internal crisis of Azeroth, and the threat of the Burning Legion has not been lifted. Talking about the Void is still too far away. Therefore, facing Xal'atath, he has nothing to do and might as well have some fun.

After all, it is one of the few artifacts in Azeroth that can speak. For collectors, they can even play mahjong if they gather them all.

Another thing is that Garin suspected that Xal'atath was not the fifth ancient god as rumored. She was just a pitiful soul trapped in the remains of the fifth ancient god.

Or maybe she is really the revival of the will of the fifth ancient god. If so, then Sartharion is at most a secondary ancient god at the level of the Fury.

What the truth is is still unknown, so it would be interesting to just assume that she is the fifth ancient god.

Thinking of this, Garin stopped what he was doing and stopped inputting Holy Light power into the dagger. Moreover, as if he believed in Xal'atath's surrender, he patted her blade and comforted her, "As long as you are obedient, I will not treat you badly. I am not a pure believer in Holy Light. You also saw the skull just now, it is a divine weapon of fel energy and shadow!"

"Master, I will be loyal to you and will never betray you!" Miss Ancient God expressed her loyalty again.

"That's great." Jialin was also in a state of acting at the moment. He was an actor. "What was your purpose in directing those followers here?"

"Master, my power is fading, I need blood...souls!"

Jialin's eyes flickered, but he quickly recovered.

"Dathrohan, your mission has been completed. Return to Lordaeron as soon as possible. This is the Zandalari's sphere of influence. The Alliance's manpower is not welcomed by the trolls here. If you continue to stay here, it will easily cause conflicts."

Garin ignored Xal'atath's demands for the moment, then stood up and spoke to his old brother.

"Galin, the situation here..." Dasohan hesitated, "According to the information from the fox people, I judge that the Twilight Cult has set up its base camp in the southern part of this desert. We..."

"Old brother, this is the territory of Zandalari!" Garin emphasized the three words "Zandalari".

The Twilight Bastion was built in Vol'dun, not Northron Highlands, and these trolls are not loyal to the Holy Spirit Sect. I don't care about their life or death.