33. Secret Talk (Part 2)--The original brothers for the ridge order [8/16]
The great lord comes in a hurry and goes in a hurry.
The moment his consciousness dissipated from Elisande's body, the great mage, whose will returned, shuddered violently.
Elisande lowered his head and saw that his body was sitting on a cold throne in a manly and domineering posture. His hips, legs, and arms on the armrests were even covered by
The coldness of death froze a thin layer of ice flakes. Since the great lord did not release the magic shield when he controlled her body, this layer of ice flakes was formed on the skin. Not to mention the cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
Sour and refreshing.
Queen Azshara in front of Elisande also dissipated the projection long before the spiritual return of the Great Magister, and returned her will to the undersea city. After seeing through N'zoth's vicious plan, Queen Azshara
Facing the complex situation in front of her, she had to make the most accurate judgment in a very short period of time. It was a judgment related to the future of the Naga Empire and herself.
She had no time to talk more with this former court official here.
The Great Magister had no idea what was happening. The moment the Great Lord's huge will took over her body, her original soul seemed to have been blindfolded, her ears blocked, and all her senses blocked. She could not see
She couldn't hear, couldn't feel, and was suppressed somewhere in her body in a special state. It wasn't until the end of this secret conversation that her will was allowed to take over the body again.
She didn't even know if she had fulfilled the great lord's instructions. However, just when the great mage stood up from the cold throne and used fire magic to warm his body, she discovered that the black magic weapon on her finger was
A certain seal on the ring had been lifted. It was a space ring, and she could feel that there was something inside.
Elisande opened the ring with excitement and anticipation, and a strange seed wrapped in a shell of some kind of rock jumped into her hand. This seed should be very ancient. This was evident from the fact that the shell was imprinted on it.
It can be seen that it has been polished so smoothly, and the Grand Magister recognizes the remaining imprints, which are clearly the style of the magical creations of the Elf Empire ten thousand years ago.
More importantly, she recognized the seed and knew what it was for.
"Arcandor!"
The Grand Magister let out a shout of surprise, and she hugged the rock-wrapped seeds tightly in her arms, as if embracing the most precious hope.
"There is actually one Arcandor seed in this world! I thought they had all been destroyed in the Catastrophe..."
After a moment of excitement, Ms. Elisande bowed to the empty Ice Throne behind her with an extremely sincere gesture. The high lord fulfilled his promise, and he was indeed as generous as the rumors.
He is the savior of the Children of the Night!
"Children of the Night...we are saved!"
"Thank you, Tyrion, Lord of the Dawnblade... We will never forget the favor you promised us."
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And while the Great Lord and the Lady of Light were conducting a secret investigation, in the origin of the spread of evil in the deep sea, in the sleeping minister Ny'alotha, at the edge of the seal close to the Thousand-bearded Demon N'zoth,
Under the deep sea without any halo, another spy is also going on.
Ny'alotha is what the cultists call the Temple of the Void. It is also the place where the Titan Guardians used to seal the ancient god N'Zoth. It is located in the darkest and coldest place in the Endless Sea of Azeroth.
A place where, except for the ancient gods and their servants who have been infused with the power of chaos, almost no life can survive in this water filled with the power of nothingness.
In this sealed place that has been shrouded in dark water for many years, thousands of cultists transformed by N'zoth whisper here all day long. In their twisted souls and minds, serving the ancient god is...
They are the glory of this world. They are the eyes, tentacles and extensions of chaotic thinking of N'Zoth. In the shadows and darkness of the world that mortals have not discovered, there are many such void beings hiding.
They are like the creeping darkness in the abyss, whispering, chanting, and waiting for the chaotic void to rush out of this lightless land and then swallow the entire world, leaving behind only flesh and blood on the earth.
In this lost city sunk in the endless ocean, N'Zoth, sleeping in the seal, is creating an endless nightmare.
The heart of the ancient god is beating, like ice in the chaotic darkness, releasing bit by bit, freezing the whole world bit by bit.
And in the darkness of the deeper water in Ny'alotha, the permeating and terrifying concentration of void power is enough to drown the God of Death here.
This is a city of flesh and blood that represents antiquity, terror, and endless original sin.
In the sleeping Ny'alotha, only madness, evil and nothingness are pacing and moving forward.
This is a place that is difficult to describe in words. Everything that exists here seems to have been distorted, and it is even impossible to determine whether their existence is real, or perhaps this spreading horror is actually just a continuation of an ancient nightmare.
a fish.
A strange fish, not even a sea fish, a fish that grows in fresh water, flapped its tail and slowly swam from the sea into this darkest place. A chaotic light appeared in its godless eyes, like
It is as if there is another soul in the body of this fish. That soul controls it and swims into the flesh-and-blood city of Ny'alotha. Among the last remnants of this ancient dark empire, it moves all the way to
Go straight to N'Zoth's seal.
This is obviously an abnormal phenomenon.
Those twisted creatures wandering in the city of flesh and blood, although they have no eyes, their senses in the dark are unparalleled, but even so, they seem to completely ignore this weak fish and let it move forward.
And those magic circles arranged in the city to draw the void were like blind men, not being triggered by this weird fish at all.
It just swung its tail and swam in the water that was cold enough to freeze any living thing. Until more than ten minutes later, it stayed in the deepest part of the city. It was a dark tower that looked like an obelisk.
The darkness looks even deeper. The surface of the tower seems to be made of dark red crystals. The decay and darkness lingering on its surface is the only light source in this city of flesh and blood...even its light
If it travels less than 10 centimeters in the water, it will be completely engulfed in darkness.
But this does not mean that this tower symbolizes hope.
"How does it feel? Do you feel them disappear?"
The fish hovering at the intersection of darkness and dark red halo swung its tail, appearing like a puppet, and a faint voice echoed in the water filled with the power of the void.
, just like a question.
The silent tower in front of her seemed unwilling to pay attention to this uninvited guest. Faced with the questions she raised, this tower that concealed extremely evil things did not respond. And this silence made Sarata, who came to take the risk,
Miss Si was very dissatisfied. She mocked in the language of void creatures:
"How ironic that the weakest among us is the one who comes closest to victory, C'Thun, Yogg-Saron, Y'Shaarj, and... well, you! But only one of us
A person who can devour this world is destined to do so."
"Now it seems that you and I both have that chance... why don't you say anything? N'Zos! I came here after a long journey, not to watch you perform a dumb show!"
Faced with this direct question, the tower with a dark red halo finally responded.
In the reverberation of the water waves, a low voice, like the darkness itself, sounded:
"You! You are not one of us at all!"
"Yes, or no? Does that make sense?"
Miss Xalatas let out a deep laugh and said:
"Anyway, we all have the same destination. We all come from the void, and our goal is to transform Azeroth, isn't it?"
Faced with the response of Miss Xal'atath, N'Zoth was silent again, but its silence and the little sister's answer seemed to represent some of the great lord Tyrion and Chaldea who had held Xal'atath.
.A secret that even Morgan doesn’t know.
It seems... Xal'atath's past is not as simple as she described. Even her identity as the fifth ancient god seems to be just a lie.
But these are not important. She does come from the void, and just like her response, she also wants to change the world. In the face of this big thing, identity is not important.
"Well, I'm jealous when I see the nightmares spread by you and Yogg-Saron everywhere...but I'm also calm and a little proud. This proves that you are not doing useless work in these tens of thousands of years, and I am also
Know that you have been trying to open the door to the void and use the power of your hometown to corrupt this unique world, but be careful, Tyrion is targeting you because of the stupid things you did that angered him, and
He will be here soon."
Xal'atath warned:
"So whatever you want to do, do it as soon as possible!"
"Tyrion...an unexpected trouble, a formidable enemy."
N'Zoth's tone also became lower at this moment, as if it was also very disappointed by the threat of the big lord, and it responded:
"But what about you?"
"Your body is wrapped in the breath of death. You have obeyed the will of Tyrion. Blade of Dawn. Perhaps your arrival is a trap? Just like what the deceased did in the past... Archimonde,
Kil'jaeden, or even the future Aggramar, Sargeras... I have to doubt it."
"Shut up! It was just an accident!"
Xal'atath's tone was a little angry and a little embarrassed, and she said:
"Don't slander my dear Tyrion here. It is a seed of corruption planted in death. The violent ghost will wander in the anger of destruction and grow in the pain of loss. He will be another descendant of the God of the Abyss.
A prey...Okay, what you said makes sense, he is a very dangerous prey, but if I can succeed, then this world, and even the stars...haha."
"Okay, I'm not here today to discuss my problems, this is for you, N'Zoth!"
The fish controlled by Xalatas opened its mouth, as if the power of the void was surging in its slightly strange mouth. The next moment, the palm-sized fish opened its entire mouth, just like its entire body.
They were all torn apart, but no blood flowed out at all. The sharp teeth that separated the four petals were enough to scare anyone crazy in an instant.
And the monster's flesh and blood squirmed, "vomiting" something deep inside its body. It was a dark ball, like dark smoke sealed by crystal, but when this strange ball fell into
The water was boiling in the water. In front of Xalatas' eyes, the dark red tower of sacrifice, which was nearly 200 meters high and had no movement at all, suddenly stirred.
Between the shaking of the earth under the sea, several tentacles covered with black horny and terrifying suckers, accompanied by pure void power, rushed into the cold water, crushing the hovering ball in an instant, and those dark
The mist, like ink poured into water, spreads across the flesh and blood of Ny'alotha, like a soul...a weak, octopus-like soul.
But before it could let out a scream, the next moment, the rolling tide was like a giant beast swallowing water, completely sucking the dark mist into the dark red tower of sacrifice in front of it.
Then...then there was a terrifying chewing sound, like a monster from the abyss enjoying its own food.
"The soul of C'Thun."
Xal'atath's voice slowly dissipated in the dark waters, and she said:
"This is my gesture of goodwill. N'Zoth, make good use of the power I gave you to complete the Gate of the Void and stir up chaos at the same time. The collapse of the world order he has worked so hard to create will be the last straw that overwhelms him.
... Chaos, this chaos will turn defeat into victory!"
"At that time, this world belongs to you!"
"And I, I only want, my dear Tyrion...that's all..."
(About the various wonders of Arcandor, they are described at length in the elf chapter of the previous book "Trail of Light in Azeroth". You can also find relevant information about this extremely cowhide sacred tree on Baidu on the Internet, here
I won’t go into details. In fact, according to the current settings in the game, the fruit of the Arcandor Tree is most likely the only item in the background setting of World of Warcraft that can permanently eradicate magic addiction.
Other methods such as the infusion of energy such as holy light, evil energy, death, void, etc., such as reshaping, are not truly perfect.
What’s interesting is that the birth of Arcandor came from the hands of the wizards of the Elf Empire, but it was also the wizards who abused magic who passed on their addiction to magic to their descendants. Behind the story about the history of the elves
, is the philosophy that destruction and salvation come from the same source. I don’t know if it was specially arranged by the genius designers in the past.)
