All waiting is a process, and as long as it is a process, there will be results.
The astral observer Algalon, who is as bright as the stars, stands alone on an asteroid on the edge of the Azeroth sector. In this lonely and uninhabited world, he is like a lonely watcher.
, he is waiting patiently, waiting for the arrival of every important node.
It was like he was standing on an invisible line.
Behind him is hope.
They are a group of beings who have entered the doomsday battlefield. They yearn for the hope of survival. The instinctive desire to survive in life allows them to overcome fear and cowardice, allowing them to stick to their own world and use their weak
Weapons and bodies, trying to stop the most powerful creature in the stars and his army of destruction.
Ahead of him was despair.
He is a tyrant who witnessed the cataclysm of the stars and chose to slaughter the starry sky. He wants to use the power in his hands to bury this world full of disasters and try to breed a perfect era out of the ashes of everything.
He used the craziest and most brutal creatures among the stars as his warriors, and his legion almost destroyed most of the stars. The destructive momentum they accumulated made those civilizations trembling in the shadow of the stars almost dare not confront them.
See.
This is a war between hope and despair. No matter who loses or wins, this era of stars will end.
Algalon stood quietly on the highest peak of this desolate world. He looked at the dark stars. He belonged to the side of hope. He would serve as the sentinel on the front line. He would serve as the messenger of the arrival of war, fighting for the unwilling people behind him.
The warriors of destruction blew the first horn of war.
Algalon is not a mortal of flesh and blood. He is a unique life form among the stars and a member of the order system of the Pantheon. It is precisely because their race is rational enough and will not be affected by other factors in their judgment that they are chosen by the Titans.
They are given the mission to observe and evaluate the development of civilization in all worlds with Titan power. Once civilization deviates from the perfect blueprint planned by the Titans, then Algalon has the right to reshape the world.
He had done this many times in the endless time in the past, and everything that happened in Azeroth was an accident.
The lives in this world have not grown according to the life blueprint planned by the Titans from the beginning. They were born under the curse of steel and void power. They are lives that are not recognized by the Titans and should be destroyed. And there are still hidden things in that world.
Looking at the ancient gods who are escaping from trouble, and even the spirit of the world has traces of being corroded by the void, then that is not a world that should continue to exist.
It must be reinvented!
Algalon originally planned to fulfill his mission as a world observer again, but the powerful Lord of Death blocked his actions. The guardians who should have been loyal to the Pantheon also sided with the Lord of Death.
The initial compromise was to save the trapped Titan Souls. Algalon did not give up his plan to reshape Azeroth. He was waiting for the opportunity. He was observing and observing the social system of imperfect lives.
and the characteristics of their civilization.
Just like his mission, he is a perfect observer.
Then he saw those creatures, those imperfect creatures, boldly attacking the feared demons among the stars.
They defeated the demon's stronghold of Marton.
They saved their world, uprooted the corruption of the void, and killed the ancient gods.
They even brought Argus back from the stars to their own world, and drove the demons out of the abandoned land.
They even dared to face the fallen titan Aggramar, and they defeated him.
They accomplished a feat that no one among the stars had ever accomplished.
And now, facing Sargeras and the undefeated Dark Titan, they have no fear or compromise. They are preparing for war, a war of ants against giants. They have not been overwhelmed by despair and violence.
try to fight back
The world itself is trying to fight back.
Algalon recorded all of this completely. He saw the efforts and struggles of those imperfect and even deviant lives in that imperfect world. They had done too much, they had paid too much, and they
Their efforts are amazing, and their desire for survival is also shocking.
They have done so much. If they failed, even a cold and rational observer like Algalon would feel it was a pity.
Yes, it is indeed an imperfect world.
But it's worth saving.
It deserves a win.
It is more worthy of embracing hope than any civilization in the stars.
Algalon felt that he had also been affected. He felt that his past treatment of civilizations that had broken away from the blueprint of life was too harsh. Is the "perfection" required by his Titan masters really the true "perfection"?
Maybe not.
"Buzz"
A crimson stream of light appeared at the end of Olgalon's vision, like a sun, no, more scorching than the sun, a hundred times more powerful. It was the scorching light shining on the stars.
The world observer rushed into the stars, and in the drifting starlight, he saw a figure among the stars in the distance, like a giant in myth, walking forward among the stars.
A figure bigger than a star, a figure that brings destruction and destroys hope, a figure surrounded by endless burning demons, it seems that it is the dark god of the demons, and he has finally arrived here.
and behind him
all things,
All turned to ashes
"Sargeras."
Algalon saw the body wrapped in the burning flames of a star, that terrifying and astonishing Titan body. He knew that it was the Dark Titan Sargeras. He came here from the battlefield of stars, and he personally came to carry out the destruction.
Punishment with ashes.
"He's coming."
Olgalon said something to the crystal in his hand, and then crushed the crystal into pieces.
He stood so quietly among the stars, watching Sargeras step by step into the boundless stars that Azeroth was interested in, watching the truly endless demons that were enough to destroy the entire star region follow them.
Following their gods into this battlefield.
He didn't stop or escape.
he is an observer
He wants to record everything completely, whether he wins or loses.
—
"He's coming."
Algalon's emotionless voice sounded in the lonely castle of the dead world, like a gust of troubled wind, waking up the great lord who closed his eyes to rest.
Tyrion sat quietly on his throne. There was no one in this hall. The war machines of the Dark Blade Legion were already in place. Just waiting for his order, they could rush to the battlefield. The world of Azeroth might still be alive.
Not fully prepared, but the time for war has arrived.
no time
Tyrion's right eye was calm, like a sculpture without emotion. He had done his best, everything, those that had been decided, those that were pending, those that were about to happen, those that had been settled.
Yes, it has nothing to do with him anymore.
Life and death are a line, and he is already standing on the other side of the line. Whether the living will win or fail is an outcome he cannot guess.
He cannot influence it, nor does he want to influence it.
The world of Azeroth was pushed into another unknown road in his hands, and this battle was the last node for that world to enter that road of destiny.
This is a test.
It is a raging fire that burns away the residue.
It is an iron felt, it will knock out the weak.
Buried in fire?
Or rise from the ashes?
The big lord moved his shoulders and threw the problem behind his mind. He no longer needed to think about it so much. This was the most difficult battle, but it would also be the easiest.
There is no more burden, no more pressure.
All that remains is the flame of will.
Then, let it go to your heart’s content.
The great lord stood up, his black windbreaker flowing behind him. He opened his hand, and a chain glowing with colorful light was strung around his wrist like a bracelet. He raised his head and walked forward.
"Buzz"
The door to the Castle of Solitude was slowly pushed open. The halo from the dead world shone on the great lord, casting a gloomy shadow behind him. He took a step and stepped into the light. Behind him, there was only
Darkness.
"If I leave and never come back"
Tyrion nodded slightly to the three swordsmen beside him and said:
"Then you will be truly free."
"We will have no other masters."
The Ashbringer wearing a war helmet knelt down on one knee, just like a real knight. He put his left hand on his chest and said in a deep voice, seriously and earnestly:
"No one can compete with you."
A smile appeared on the big lord's lips, and he shook his head:
"You already have a body and a soul that yearns for freedom. My story has come to an end. You should also have your own story. Go ahead and don't be attached to it."
The great lord took another step forward. He looked at the sea of death stars above his head. He closed his eyes slightly, as if feeling the wind of the dead world. He spoke in a voice so low that only he could hear it, like
Yes, it's like having a conversation with your creator.
Tyrion at this moment, his soul at this moment, was so peaceful that it was incredible.
"What it emits is a breeze"
"And what it wants to harvest is a storm."
"listen"
The figure of the great lord was like sand blown by the wind, dissipating in the wind of the dead world. His voice still echoed on the steps of the castle, like a whisper in the wind.
"storm."
"Coming"
"He's coming!"
Observer Algalon's message also rang in the information hall of the Azeroth Civilized Alliance Headquarters. Within 2 minutes, the news was passed to the ears of all commanders.
The coalition forces have been unable to decide on a commander who has an overview of the overall situation, so they simply divided each war zone, shared all intelligence, and brought together the top commanders of each civilization to form a war headquarters, and Jarod Shadowsong, this
A legendary commander who had commanded ancient wars became the top combat advisor coordinating various war zones.
He is the nominal commander-in-chief, and he bears terrible pressure.
In recent days, the atmosphere in the war headquarters has been very depressed. Even Jarod Shadowsong, who has always been gentle and calm, has gotten into the bad habit of smoking. A legend who has experienced and commanded the ancient war
The commander-in-chief was so irritable, and one can imagine the pressure placed on other generals and marshals.
The senses of life are like this. The waiting time is always the most difficult. Just like, if you tell a person the day of his death, then he will spend the rest of his life in panic. That is simply the most difficult time in the world.
Horrible torture.
The moment when the disaster really happens is when this terrible torture ends.
Either win or lose!
Either live or die!
Anyway, even if they die, there is still the realm of death to store the souls of the warriors. If they are not even afraid of death, what else do the warriors need to be afraid of?
"Bang"
The unshaven Jarod Shadowsong clenched his fists. A sharp light flashed in the eyes of the legendary night elf commander. He stood up, looked at the other people in front of the command table, and said in a deep voice:
"The time has come, friends. Sargeras is here. The choice between life and death is no longer in our hands. Next, all that is left is a fight to the death!"
"I've been waiting impatiently for a long time!"
The old orc Brox clenched his fists, and his eyes with a hint of scarlet were full of fighting intent that burned like a flame. He shouted loudly:
"There is no need to discuss anything anymore. We have already discussed that broken plan hundreds of times. Let's start fighting!"
"Well, that's true."
Old Marshal Windsor coughed a few times. Sitting in a wheelchair, he also clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand. He said in an open-minded and heroic voice:
"Thinking too much is sometimes not a good thing. None of us have ever experienced such a big scene, so let's give it a try."
"agree!"
"agree!"
"good!"
"This war gives us the meaning of existence and the hope of our existence, friends"
The slender Jarod picked up the wine glass from the guard next to him. He raised the glass and said to the other commanders:
"Drink this cup of decisive wine and let the glory of Azeroth's civilization"
"Fall on the edge of the knife!"
"Wow"
All the commanders present, including Ms. Sylvanas, the ranger general of the high elves, drank the wine in their hands. The commanders encouraged each other, said goodbye, and then stepped into their own war zone, in the entire world of Argus.
On the three continents, millions of warriors have already made preparations.
Tanks roared, fighter planes soared, starships lay among the stars, and the will of the warriors sounded like flying battle flags.
This is a war with no retreat, a war without negotiation.
They have no choice but to fight to the end!
In the headquarters, Jarod's adjutant, the ranger general Lion Wolfwalker from Ashenvale, whispered to his commander:
"Those void spirits, they have begun to summon Dimensius, the Devourer of Worlds. I heard that it is a powerful void creature. Maybe it can buy us some more time."
"No!"
Jarod shook his head:
"Don't place your hopes on those things, Ryan, this is Azeroth's war, this is our war! Inform the druids, enter the 'Leviathan' incubation process now, within 8 hours we will definitely
Stick to it until then!”
After saying that, the elf commander picked up the microphone at hand, and his low and hoarse voice sounded in every trench in the entire Argus world at the next moment:
"Soldiers of Argus! I am Jarod Shadowsong, your commander!"
"In the next eight hours, I will stick to this doomsday wasteland with you. We will suffer ruthless attacks from the devil. We may be defeated, we may die, we may fail. But when you feel
When you are afraid, when you are frightened by demons, soldiers! Look back."
"Behind us is Azeroth! Behind us is our hometown, our relatives and we have no way to retreat!"
"I am an elf, and I am not used to using foul language, but now, soldiers! Brothers, hold on to your weapons and join me in killing those demons who deserve hell and their mad masters!"
"For victory! For Azeroth!"
The entire world of Argus was quiet for a few seconds, and then, like the craziest tide, the shouts surged across this doomsday wasteland. Among the commanders and soldiers shouting at the top of their lungs, Jarod
The loud voice resounded throughout this world again.
"With all the authority granted to me by all civilizations in Azeroth, I declare!"