The ancient gods are existences from another dimension. When they come to the world as entities, the power of their souls and bodies will become extremely terrifying. Generally speaking, the soul strength of flesh and blood creatures cannot withstand the ancient gods.
With such power, just a whisper is enough to make them lose their minds, enough to shatter the soul cognition of mortals and turn them into real madmen.
Only those cultists who dedicate everything to the Ancient God, the group of lunatics from Twilight's Hammer, can barely bear such whispers, but even the craziest lunatics dare not get too carried away by these whispers.
Digging deeper, it turns out that it is a world they should not enter. Even a trace of strange knowledge is enough to completely destroy their last knowledge.
Therefore, in the descriptions of the ancient gods by the cultists, indescribable, twisted greatness, and apocalyptic illusions have become the most commonly used words to describe the ancient gods. It is not that the cultists do not want to describe their gods more clearly.
, but they can’t do it!
Even they dare not look directly at the fallen majesty of the ancient gods.
But... this kind of distortion and chaotic interference has its limits. Any creature belonging to the Titan structure has resistance to the power of the ancient gods in its soul. The more advanced the creature is in the system of the Titan structure, the more powerful it is for this kind of creature.
The stronger the resistance of this fallen force, and the guardians of the world left behind by the Titans can go deep into the nightmares of the ancient gods and engage in fierce battles with them.
There is a simpler, but more difficult method... Since the power of the ancient gods can directly affect the soul, before contacting them, continuously increasing the strength of your soul can also be diffused in the power of the ancient gods.
Medium, last longer...
In the center surrounded by the swarm of insects, Shaw, who was completely suppressed by the power of the ancient god C'Thun, shook his head crazily, as if trying to expel the voices and illusions that penetrated his mind, but he couldn't do it. At least he relied on
He couldn't do it himself.
But at the moment when Xiao was about to be occupied by the ancient god, a black shadow appeared among the insects. He was wearing a black windbreaker, a half-covered mask, and gray-white hair. He fell on
On the ground, he looked back at the struggling Xiao, and a trace of sarcasm flashed across his pale eyes.
"You look really miserable...the other me..."
This familiar voice made Xiao raise his head with difficulty, and he saw the figure's face. There was a staggered knife mark on the cheek, and those eyes were very familiar to him.
"Black...Black Shore!"
"Shut up!"
Hei Xiaoer impatiently swung his kick and kicked Xiaoer on the head. The force was so fierce that Xiaoer flipped on the ground for a week. This heavy blow knocked Xiaoer, who was already under extreme pressure.
He knocked him unconscious. Black Shore picked up a rune stone and put it on Xiao's forehead. At this moment, another huge and cold soul power escaped from the rune stone, knocking C'Thun away.
With the help of a trace of power that the Cerebrates only extended here, they were expelled from Shaw.
This expulsion made the ancient gods extremely angry. As the compound eyes of the brainworm continued to shine, a depraved and arrogant power enveloped the insect nest. It wanted to penetrate into the soul of the weird life in front of it.
, but was stopped by another force.
Heishaar raised his head, and he could see the collision of the two forces. It was a battle between the big guys... With the spiritual link between the high-level undead of the Dark Blade, the huge consciousness of the big lord also appeared here.
In the insect nest, of course, the air-to-air fight between the two bosses was just a weak collision of forces between the two sides. Neither C'Thun nor Tyrion exerted much energy here.
The Ancient Gods have not yet completely escaped from the Titan's seal, and the Great Lords are still busy exploring the Realm of Death. They all have their own, very important things to do.
"Look, the big guys are starting to fight..."
Blackshore tilted his head, took out a cigar from his pocket, hung it on his mouth, and lit it. In the thick smoke, a cold light full of murderous intent flashed in his pale eyes.
He waved his hands outward, and two ice-like stabbing swords stretched out from his palms. He looked at the bugs around him, and between the two long swords intertwined, the X-shaped sword light lit up in the dim sky.
"It's time for us to have some fun..."
He took a step forward, and the next moment, more than 30 phantoms holding double knives broke into the insect swarm. Amidst Black Shore's ferocious laughter, cold blood flowers lit up wantonly in the insect swarm. This
Tyrion's number one killer, whose will was once shattered by Shaw's escape, seems to have emerged from the shadow of failure... and has become sharper and more deadly.
Seven minutes later, Black Shore, who was wearing a windbreaker, dragged the unconscious Shore and walked out of the insect nest with a big crack. Behind him were footprints covered with green blood. He twirled the cigar in his mouth and nodded.
It popped back without looking back, and the burning cigar drew a perfect arc in the air and landed at the entrance of the insect nest.
And at this moment...
"boom"
All the bombs that had been placed exploded at the same time, and the violent fire completely destroyed the 15-meter-thick sand layer above the insect nest. As the collapsed rocks pressed downward, most of the insects were destroyed.
Buried deep in the ground, there were still many insects swarming madly in all directions amidst the roar of the flames, but they were quickly swallowed up by the rolling flames behind them.
Blackshore bent down and held the fresh, recently severed brainworm head in his hand. While the scorching flames were rolling, he glanced at the goblin airship in the sky that was fighting the crazy wingworms.
As well as the heavily armed soldiers of the Seventh Legion running around him, he shook his head, kicked Xiaoer at his feet, and then snorted:
"Your life can only be mine...but time is a bit tight today..."
"So Xiaoer, let's leave our accounts to Silithus..."
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The goblin city of Gadgetzan is a typical commercial city. The goblins have spent great efforts to build a city on the edge of the desert that has the characteristics of their civilization. The houses are short and scattered in a ring within the walls of the city. This city is bustling with people.
In the center of the city is an extra-large iron cage... In the past, during this season, every night, there would be exciting and bloody cage fighting matches in this iron cage.
It is said that this is a new money-making method adopted by the Steamwheedle Consortium in Gadgetzan after seeing the Gurubashi Arena in Stranglethorn Vale making huge profits.
But now, the fiery iron cage fighting match has long been stopped, because the entire Tanaris has been surrounded by insects... The low walls of Gadgetzan have been doubled, and various heavy equipment have been installed.
Specially made steel frames, on the tall airship cabins on both sides of the city, there are no longer the traveling businessmen in the past, replaced by groups of soldiers armed to the teeth.
There are tall tauren, sturdy orcs, and a huge number of humans. Almost all the eastern part of the city is used as a barracks. All kinds of military equipment are piled on the sand. Quartermasters walk back and forth, recording the equipment consumption, and then use it as a barracks.
Provide soldiers with more weapon support as quickly as possible.
This is also the temporary garrison of the Seventh Army. Outside the city, human soldiers have built three layers of defense lines. On the other side of the city, there is a huge pit filled with insect corpses that have been beaten by bullets.
, the goblins prevented the workers from dividing these insect corpses, removed the strongest carapace and glands filled with various liquids, and sent them to the city as new raw materials, which were then processed into cheap armor, and then sold to the rebels.
Soldiers on the insect front.
Even when the battle is so fierce right now, these goblin workers have not stopped working...
Generally speaking, between money and life, anyone with a brain would choose life without hesitation, but for goblins...the two are equally important, and the former is even more important.
"The formation of the bugs is in chaos!"
The observer of the Seventh Army Corps who was staying on the second line of defense put down his telescope and shouted to the messenger next to him:
"Go and inform the general! The brainworms should have been killed...the bugs are becoming chaotic, tell the general! We are always waiting for orders!"
Without saying a word, the messenger jumped on the horse and rushed towards the Gadgetzan headquarters amidst the screams of the winged insects whizzing in the sky. A few minutes later, Halford Wymbane and
His officer corps rushed to the city wall of Gadgetzan. The general's left hand was still bandaged and there was blood on it. It was attacked by an elite soldier insect during a bug night attack 2 days ago.
result.
Halver grabbed the telescope with one hand and looked at the desert in front of Gadgetzan. As early as two weeks ago, the bugs surrounded the city from three directions. Almost every day, the bugs staged almost crazy suicide attacks.
Although the bugs, protected by hundreds of "grinders", have not yet been able to break through all three lines of defense, in the past two weeks, all life in the city of Gadgetzan has been in a state of being threatened at all times.
environment.
There are too many bugs...
Thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, such concepts are unimaginable to ordinary people. Only when you actually stand on the walls of Gadgetzan will you realize the pressure brought by extreme numbers.
..This is not the same as the feeling of facing the sea of the undead. The Dark Blade Undead are still a well-organized legion. The soldiers all know that when facing the Dark Blade Undead, in the worst case, just throw
Dropping weapons can save a life.
But bugs don't...
When the densely packed insect swarms covering the entire desert began to charge collectively, even the most courageous people would be forced back by the bone-chilling violent momentum.
No one would want to lay down their weapons in front of the sea of insects. The insects will not show mercy to anyone... The only idea standing here is to hold on to the weapons and kill all these insects that deserve to go to hell! Only in this way, you
Only in order to survive...
At this time, in the field of vision of Halford's telescope, the number of insects is still dizzying. The layers of the sea of insects make people feel like vomiting, but a general like him can clearly see
It can be seen that the posture of the previously violent and ruthless insects surging forward has indeed changed somewhat.
They seem... seem to be less determined... the ruthless and cold will that shrouded the sea of insects seems to have disappeared. The insects are still attacking crazily driven by their instinctive desire for destruction, but facing the three lines of defense,
The machine guns were firing, and the pace of the insects slowed down.
Halford put down the telescope, raised his head, and looked at the top of Gadgetzan City. The goblins had spent a lot of money to construct a whole layer of black iron grid. Through the grid, he could see the winged insects flying all over the sky.
That number also makes people feel frightened, but now, the largest winged insect lords in the sky have disappeared.
"The brainworm is dead."
Halford said softly:
"The instinct of insects has returned, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages... This is the instinct of all living things."
"What? General?"
The big goblin businessman following Halford, the alchemist Marlin Northenfogg, who became famous for making the Northenfogg potion that can disguise himself as the undead, nervously grabbed his hat and looked at Ha.
Alfred, this goblin looked at the winged insects flying in the sky with some fear, and he said:
"I can't see any difference...the bugs are still the same bugs..."
"Yes, they are still bugs!"
Halford looked down at the cunning and stingy goblin, and said in a deep voice:
"But they are leaderless and feel scared... This is our opportunity! I want to recruit all the armed airships under your command! Send out all the armored forces, load them with incendiary bombs, and then head towards Hotsand Port and White Salt City
The legions on standby, the druids belonging to the wither, and the part of the Sandfury Trolls who are willing to cooperate with us... In short, give the order..."
"We begin our counterattack!"
When the goblin who had looked frightened just now heard this, he immediately raised his fingers:
"The rent for each spaceship is 3,000 gold coins. If it is damaged, you have to pay 60% of the cost!"
"Um?"
Halfer looked down at the goblin with an unhappy face. The commanders of other tribes also glared at the goblin. The latter felt those unfriendly eyes. He shrugged and took a step back:
