The ancient god, the wilderness demigod, and a great lord of the world of death. A random battle between three guys who are far beyond ordinary people is terrifying. At their level, both energy attacks and the power of the body have been surpassed.
Certain restrictions, a truly hands-off death battle, even just the aftermath of the battle, will directly change the terrain of the entire battlefield.
The underground cavity more than 300 meters below the Qiraji Temple has completely collapsed. Looking down from the sky of Silithus, it is obvious that a huge, circular cave has been formed at the southernmost end of this large desert.
, the downward sunken sand pit looks like it has been completely hollowed out.
Fortunately, the Qiraji spent thousands of years repairing the underground palace and leaving enough supports in the large stone cave. Even after the bottom collapsed inward, these supports did not completely collapse. During the battle,
After the pause, you can still find a path to the collapsed world at the bottom from the sand pit.
Of course, with the loss of the emperor, the loss of gods, and the loss of the Supreme Mother Insect, the civilization system of the huge number of Qiraji almost collapsed instantly. These insects returned to the era of scattered sand. Therefore, when exploring downward, it is necessary to
Be careful of the bugs hiding in the chaotic underground holes that extend in all directions.
But for the current coalition forces, inspecting the completely destroyed insect empire is not the top priority. The commanders have more important things to do immediately.
Because of the huge earthquake that broke out underground before, the sea of insects that surrounded the ruined battlefield lost control. The insects fled in all directions, and it also opened a way for the coalition forces trapped in the ruined battlefield to break out. Therefore, underground
Before the collapse of the cave, all the coalition soldiers who survived the terrible war withdrew from the desert kingdom of death.
They met up with the reinforcements commanded by King Liam on the outside. Before withdrawing from the beetles, they camped in the desert on the outside. On the one hand, they allowed the tired warriors to rest, and on the other hand, they also prevented the bugs from rushing out again.
At this time, standing on the watchtower of the coalition camp, Commander Staghelit, who had changed his robes, was looking at the collapsed Qiraji battlefield. It was already dusk of the next day, and the beautiful and shocking scenery on the desert was
The red light shrouds the endless desert, and the quiet atmosphere makes people feel relaxed and happy. For Deer Helmet who has just completed his revenge, this beautiful scenery is even more intoxicating.
"But it's not over yet..."
The archdruid's eyes turned to the hills left by the Qiraji Temple on the surface. The hills also collapsed with the collapse of the ground, but outside the hills, there were still many strange things hanging on the rocks.
The tentacles, the purple-black flesh covered with scales that make people feel rotten and disgusting, and the terrifying suckers with sharp teeth, are like a nightmare in hell.
The tentacles would twitch nervously from time to time, slapping outside the rocks, causing the solid rocks to crack and making bursts of thunderous vibrations, just like a deep sea monster stranded on the beach. Even if death is imminent, but
The remaining power can still easily tear apart mortals who try to get closer regardless of life and death.
That is the "remnant" left by the ancient god, the Thousand-Eyed Demon C'Thun...
The wilderness demigod Agamaggan, who played the most important role in this battle, was very tired and seriously injured. He had returned to the Razor Highlands yesterday, but before he left, the wilderness demigod had told the druids that although
C'Thun's soul has been destroyed, and most of his body has been destroyed by Agamaggan, but the remaining fragments are still very deadly.
The powerful body of the ancient god still carries a terrifying aura of depravity. Mortals who get too close will still be exposed to those depraved whispers and have their minds captured. The life and death of this ancient evil creature are difficult to define.
Yes, until everything C'Thun left in this desert is completely eradicated, this place is still not suitable for large-scale people to stay.
Staghelm's gaze lingered on the "living" tentacles for a moment. He could see that the druids of the Blighter were transforming into ravens, circling back and forth around the hill "embedded" with the remains of the ancient god.
fly to define the real danger zone.
As for how to deal with this hot potato, the coalition command has not yet reached a consensus, because even the most experienced night elves have never dealt with such a terrifying thing. Everyone lacks experience, and if they are not handled well, it will lead to many disasters.
Troublesome results occurred, so this matter had to be treated with caution.
But... no matter what, the war is over and they won, so the nastiness afterwards is generally within the tolerable range.
"Arch Druid, I've been looking for you everywhere."
A deep voice sounded behind Staghelm, and the calm-faced Archdruid turned around and saw the very "down-to-earth" human commander, Varian Wrynn, who was wearing linen clothes and military trousers.
, the latter was climbing up the ladder to the watchtower, and seemed to have something to say to Staghelm.
"What's wrong? Your Majesty Varian."
Staghelm nodded and asked, while Varian waved his hand:
"Don't call me that, Archdruid. After all, we have fought together and sacrificed our lives for each other, so just call me Varian... The few who were brought out from the collapsed temple by His Majesty Agama.
A "friend" has awakened. They are very weak and need recuperation and treatment, but no one can understand what they are saying. General Shandis said that it is pure dragon language, and you are the only one here who has studied dragon language.
"
The human king blinked and asked in a low voice:
"So, those friends are actually dragons trapped in the insect kingdom, right?"
"Well, they are dragons, and they are dragon princes and princesses with high status."
Staghelm did not turn around and follow Varian away. He leaned on the edge of the watchtower and said to Varian:
"That was the red dragon prince Kelestraz, the blue dragon prince Arygos, and the green dragon's daughter Melinthela who sacrificed themselves to drive the insect people back to the ruins 1,000 years ago. I have witnessed it.
We all thought they were dead after they heroically descended from the sky and drove the bug-men back into the ruins, but now it seems that these heroes from 1,000 years ago were trapped by C'Thun."
As he spoke, the Archdruid turned his head to look at the collapsed sand pit in the dusk with some lack of interest. Varian, standing behind him, keenly felt the Archdruid's tired mood, and he asked softly:
"It sounds like you don't like these dragons very much?"
"Varian, have you ever dealt with a dragon?"
Staghelm asked suddenly. Varian was stunned for a moment, then turned his head unnaturally and whispered:
"Well, the black dragon...that's a cunning female dragon. She deceived me and my entire kingdom."
"Black dragon, the most cunning fallen dragon. I haven't had much dealings with black dragons, but I have met other dragons more than once. Whether it is the gentlest red dragon or the most aloof blue dragon, I really don't like it.
These powerful creatures, because they clearly have the power to change disasters, yet for one reason or another, stand by and let us mortals bear the pain of those disasters."
The archdruid said in a voice that only two people could hear:
"I once resented them because of my son's death in battle, but that was just a personal emotion. 1,000 years later, to this day, I have personally experienced this war. With the help of the wilderness demigods, we won this war.
This war was fought from beginning to end without the participation and help of the dragon. We defeated the unknowable evil with a mortal body. We can do it without the help of the dragon..."
"A group of mortals who are truly united is more powerful than a group of scattered mortals with the help of a dragon."
"What?"
Staghelm's last words were spoken in a very low voice, causing Varian to subconsciously ask a question, but Staghelm turned his head again and smiled at Varian:
"Nothing, let's go and see the heroes from 1,000 years ago."
The two of them walked down the watchtower and walked in the lively and noisy camp. The soldiers who had won the war finally had time to use wine to relieve their tired spirits and bodies. The most severely damaged legions had begun to evacuate yesterday.
The battlefield was over, and most of the people who stayed here were reinforcements that arrived later. Although this battle was ultimately victorious, it could definitely be called a "tragic victory."
The Seventh Legion, which was the main attacker of the Kingdom of Stormwind, lost all its auxiliary troops. The main team also lost 4 regiments and one-third of its artillery. It was said that the sword knights of Stromgard were exhausted.
Only a third of the team was left alive, and even the Knights of Lordaeron, who followed Arthas in the charge, lost nearly a quarter of their knights.
As for the Centaur Slave Legion sent by the Human Empire to support the battlefield, after a war, only two or three kittens were left. However, considering that this legion was originally used as cannon fodder, this loss is insignificant.
Don't make people feel bad.
Only half of the four quilboar heavy infantry regiments organized when the coalition forces set out were left, and the other three regiments were swallowed up by the sea of insects.
More than half of the Warsong Clan's legions sent by the orcs were damaged, and almost all of the remaining warriors were injured.
Only 3 of the 7 heavy machine gun regiments supported by the tauren were left, and of the 30,000 night elf sentry regiments that came to Silithus with General Shandis Feathermoon to support them, after the war, only 3 were left.
7,000 people. This is because the Sentinels, as a mobile force, were responsible for maintaining the rear of the frontline army when the first wave invaded the ruins battlefield. As a result, they were trapped by the counterattacking bugs on the battlefield between the ruins and the beetle wall. When they broke through
, when they met up with the frontline regiment, they were already more than half damaged.
80,000 of the 150,000 frontline legion were buried in this scorching desert, and almost 20,000 of the 100,000 support legion were lost. From this point of view, the Kalimdor Anti-Insect War Organization
Of the 25-man army, only just over half survived in the end... This kind of loss is simply shocking.
This was almost the most brutal battle fought by the civilized races of Azeroth after the end of the Battle of the Northern Frontier in the Human Empire. However, considering the caliber of their opponents, all the races of Kalimdor united to win this battle.
The war is absolutely full of gold content.
"Let me buy you a drink! Brothers, drink as much as you like!"
Walking in the military camp, Varian casually took out two wine bottles filled with ale from the carriage next to him and threw them to the soldiers on the roadside. This action immediately attracted waves of cheers, and the drunken soldiers cheered.
Calling Varian's name, Varian also waved to them. As a former top gladiator, Varian knew very well how to mobilize the enthusiasm of the soldiers so that they would not be affected by the ended war.
Staghelm has been observing this human king. Varian is different from all the kings he has seen. He does not have the pretentious arrogance, nor the glory and mission that kings often talk about. He is like a human being.
An ordinary human warrior, but once on the battlefield, Varian's wild aura and commanding power proved that this human being was anything but simple.
not to mention...
Staghelm glanced at the strange long sword that Varian was carrying behind his back, which was tightly wrapped in linen. During his time in the Human Empire, he had also heard of the legend about the War Destroyer spread among the human nobles. There was this sword.
With the sword in hand, Varian Wrynn is already the most powerful contender for the second emperor of the Human Empire, which is currently undecided.
"Speaking of which, Varian, what are your plans for the future?"
Staghelm asked. The black-haired human next to him thought for a moment, then exhaled and said:
"I'll probably go back to the Kingdom of Stormwind. I also want to see with my own eyes what kind of state my country and my people are in now, and do what I can for them. As for going further, I haven't thought about it.
I don’t want to think about it. To be honest, after the war ended, I was a little confused about the future.”
Varian moved his fingers, as if he was confiding his true feelings, and said to Staghelm next to him:
"I have been away for too long. Maybe I am out of tune with my original "friends". Speaking of which, Mr. Staghelit, have you been to the Eastern Continent?"
Staghelm shook his head. Varian looked at the tent in front of him and said:
"I have seen the civilization over there in the Federation, and I have lived in that system for several years. There and here are simply two different worlds... There is better than here, not only in terms of living standards, but also in the mental state of the people.
, in my memory, I have never seen civilians with such confidence and full of spirit. Maybe we should learn from them, but unfortunately, it is impossible for me to convince my friends."
Varian smiled bitterly and made a "please" gesture to Staghelm:
"Even Alsace, who is closest to me, is full of hostility towards that civilization."
The archdruid dwarfed into the tent, and as he passed by, he said to Varian:
"Perhaps, what you need is not to "persuade" them, but to let them "see". To persuade others, you at least have to do it yourself, and then show them the real results... Everyone can say big words,
But when the facts are before our eyes, other people’s doubts will be much smaller.”
Staghelm narrowed his eyes and patted Varian on the shoulder:
"The Blighters are very willing to see the progress of civilization. What we pursue is individual and collective evolution... Rulers like you who are willing to accept new knowledge are very rare, so if you need help, you can come to us at any time..."
