When Deer Helmet walked into the tent, in addition to the three weak humanoid dragons lying on the hospital bed, there was also a young man in the tent wearing a yellow cloak and an exquisite hunting suit. His back was to the deer.
Helm and Varian were sitting beside the bedside of the green dragon's daughter Melinthera, holding the hand of the emaciated green dragon princess and whispering something to her.
Varian could clearly see that tears were constantly flowing out of the corners of the eyes of the green dragon princess lying on the bed.
"Who are you?"
Varian had never seen this young man before, and he was sure that there was no such person in the camp, so his fingers quietly grasped the hilt of the sword behind his back, but was stopped by Staghelm.
The archdruid took a step forward and greeted the young man with his back to them:
"Long time no see, Your Highness Anachronos."
"Um?"
The young man heard someone calling his name and turned to look at Staghelm. Varian noticed that the young man's cloak was dotted with a delicate hourglass gem, which exuded a soft light.
, it even gives people a trancelike feeling that time is out of whack.
"Ah, it's Deerhelm."
The young man waved to Lu Helmet, his handsome face full of gentle smile. He stood up, walked to Lu Helmet's side, sincerely leaned over to Lu Helmet, and spoke to Lu Helmet and Wa in a magnetic voice.
Lean said:
"Thank you, friends, I thought I would never be able to meet my brothers again in this life, but you have achieved a miracle that mortals cannot do. You not only defeated the ancient gods, but also rescued my brothers.
.”
"This is also because of His Highness's generous help."
Deer Helmet said appropriately:
"If the Bronze Dragon hadn't generously handed over the time fragments to the coalition forces and informed us of the activities of its worms over the years, our advance would not have been so easy. However, the physical condition of the three giant dragons is not optimistic.
Even if you don't come today, we will find a way to contact you. Your friend's weakness is not simply due to fatigue, the persecution of them by the ancient gods also affects their thinking."
The archdruid glanced at the extremely weak three-headed dragon on the hospital bed, and said to the bronze dragon prince in front of him:
"You need to take them back to Dragon Rest Temple and Dragon Holy Land to rest slowly."
"Well, I have already informed the leaders of the other three dragon legions. Envoys from each tribe will be here soon to take them back to their respective holy lands."
A flash of emotion flashed through the yellow snake eyes of the Bronze Dragon Prince, and he patted Lu Helmet on the shoulder:
"Although all major legions are facing a very cruel situation now, if you still need help, Staghelm, old friend, just ask, and we will do our best to meet your requests."
This sounds like a beautiful statement, but Staghelm knows that the dragons will not promise anything easily. The fact that Anaclos can say this means that an agreement has been reached within the dragon army. He thought for a moment,
He no longer concealed the internal difficulties of the coalition forces, and said to the Bronze Dragon Prince:
"There is indeed one tricky thing. You must have seen the remains of the ancient god outside the collapsed Qiraji temple. Although we killed it with the help of the wilderness demigod Agamaggan, we couldn't defeat it.
Suen's remains cannot be dealt with by mortals. In fact, our soldiers cannot even get close to it. Therefore, I would like to ask the dragons to use sufficient dragon fire to burn the body of the evil god until the flesh and blood contains
The power of the void was burned clean..."
Staghelm paused and said to the bronze dragon prince who listened to him carefully:
"The rest, including curing the penetration and damage caused by the ancient gods to the core of the world, will be completed by the Blighters... This is also the reason why we were founded. C'Thun's corruption of Azeroth must be cured.
, this may be a long process, but we have to start doing it now. The Blighters will summon all the wise people in the world who are willing to save the world, but we also need the help of the dragon."
"Well, you have a point."
Anachronos's expression became serious, and he said to Staghelm:
"I immediately reported this matter to the Dragon Kings. I believe that your needs will definitely be met. Don't worry, old friends. Finally, thank you again for everything you have done for my brothers and sisters... You will be the Bronze Dragon
Friends forever!”
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Just as the coalition forces asked the dragon to use dragon fire to burn the battlefield of the Qiraji Temple, deep in the collapsed underground, among the intricate collapsed ruins, some high-level insects were lucky enough to survive the disaster.
Wandering aimlessly in the ruins, without the guidance of the emperor, the mother insect and the gods, these thinking insects seemed at a loss.
They are used to obeying orders and don't know what to do, so they can only wander around like this, waiting for new orders to come... Freedom is not an absolute gift. When a loyal slave learns to love whipping, then only the final death can
It is the end of evil duty.
"Buzz"
A weak spiritual wave swept across the dark and collapsed ruins. The spirit contained some kind of will from the same source, causing the dazed high-level insect to quickly stir up the tentacles on its head. It looked left and right, as if
He listened carefully, and after a while, the insect moved its limbs and crawled towards a dark passage.
During this rapid crawling, the high-level insects even took on a strange sense of joy.
It doesn't care who is sending out this mental fluctuation, it only cares about one thing... Finally, another order has been issued, and it no longer needs to worry about the dilemma of having nothing to do.
In the deepest part of the passage, in the darkness, the rustling sound is like the most frightening whimper coming from a midnight dream. If you look closely, you will see that the overlapping things in the darkness are all busy people.
The bugs... include the lowest-level worker bugs, higher-level soldier bugs, and even high-level bugs and some cultists wearing black hoods mixed among them.
Under the command of the cultists, the insects quickly excavated the collapsed passage. From the end of the dark passage, they dug downwards, seemingly trying to dig into the collapsed core of the temple.
As the commander-in-chief of this excavation operation, it was a human sitting leisurely on a stone chair...a human wearing a purple robe and playing with the Qiraji Emperor's emblem used to worship the gods. His cheeks were very...
Thin, filled with a strange paleness that has not seen the sun for a long time, those eyes are sometimes gentle, sometimes angry, sometimes expectant, and sometimes anxious.
He grabbed his gray-white hair and looked at the insect-men who were constantly digging out the soil in the darkness. He was thinking about some very important things in his heart.
The Twilight's Hammer cultists hiding in the Qiraji Temple have suffered heavy casualties. C'Thun forcibly ordered nearly ten thousand people to use the cult ritual of killing each other in the Sealed Temple to increase its power. This cruel behavior
It directly led to the collapse of the will of the panicked cultists. Those who were lucky enough to survive had seen C'Thun's cruelty and brutality. Even the craziest lunatics had already begun to consider what to do before the final battle began.
Escaped for life.
Fortunately, the chaotic battle between the demigods, the ancient gods and the big lord caused the entire temple to collapse. The insect people were too busy to take care of themselves, and no one paid attention to these cultists who had taken refuge. Therefore, some clever people took advantage of the chaos and secretly
He ran out of the temple, mixed in with the quickly evacuating coalition forces, and fled this desperate place.
But more cultists had no time to run out. They could only huddle under the collapsed temple, waiting for the doomsday to come. At this time, a guy who had never been paid attention to by others stood up and became
The temporary leader of the anxious rats.
Benedictus...Twilight Bishop, the hostage left here to die by Cho'gall, finally found the opportunity he had dreamed of!
"The most powerful ancient god, Y'Shaarj...the legacy of the Dark Empire, gifts and endless power, the key to the throne of the King of the Abyss...where are you?"
Benedictus turned the Qiraji Emperor emblem with purple patterns over in his hand. A purple halo shone in his narrowed eyes. This guy had become a believer in the Twilight Hammer a long time ago.
The leader of the followers of N'Zoth, the Thousand Beard Demon, but he always seems half-hearted in the process of spreading the "glory" of the ancient god.
When Bishop Twilight was still serving as Archbishop of the Kingdom of Stormwind, he secretly collected all texts related to the faith of the ancient gods. Among those ancient and evil texts, he found a mysterious and ethereal legend.
It is said that before the birth of civilization, there were four ancient gods in Azeroth instead of the three now. Whether it was C'Thun, Yogg-Saron, or his belief N'zoth, in the dark ages
None of them are the most powerful. The most powerful ancient god is named Y'Shaarj. He is a strong man whose power has surpassed the power of the world. Even the gods in the stars cannot completely kill him...
The gods of the stars were too elusive, so after confirming the authenticity of this legend, Benedictus set his sights on the mysterious Y'Shaarj, but the information he found was all fragmentary.
In a few words, he also hinted at Cho'gall, but the strange ogre just refused to comment.
From Cho'gall's attitude, Benedictus was certain that Y'Shaarj truly existed, and the dark power it left behind must still be buried somewhere in this world, waiting for future generations to discover it.
"But... where exactly?"
Benedictus let out a deep sigh, and the moment he finished speaking, a sweaty dwarf cultist ran over, holding a pickaxe stained with black viscous liquid.
The dwarf excitedly said to Bishop Twilight:
"Chief, we dug it! It's right in front!"
"Huh? Okay!"
Bishop Twilight suddenly narrowed his eyes. He stood up from his chair and followed the dwarf to the deepest part of the cave. Wherever he went, the insects gave way to a path. This power made the cultists standing on both sides
They were even more in awe. They lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word, for fear of making the leader unhappy and letting these vicious insects eat them up.
In the deepest part of the cave, in the dark air, a snake-like tentacle was half buried in the soil, and it twitched from time to time. This tentacle was surrounded by some senior cultists. Only those who had been in contact with the ancient gods for a long time
Only a madman with strong strength would not be driven crazy when he was so close to C'Thun's remnant.
Benedictus ignored the disgusting viscous liquid in the soil. He jumped down from the pit with a strong body, looked around, then stretched out his hands and pressed on C'Thun's tentacles.
The next moment, a chaotic, evil and icy force penetrated into Benedictus's heart. The Ancient God was equivalent to the god of the Twilight Hammer cultists. Even if it died, its remains would be equivalent to that of the Twilight Hammer cultists.
The body of a god, and Benedictus's bold touch is equivalent to talking directly to the body of the god. Even if C'Thun's soul has been pulled to the realm of death, it is only the remains of the body that remain in the body.
A weak mental shock can easily tear apart the soul of a mortal.
"ah!"
Benedictus felt like he was electrocuted at this moment. He let out a miserable scream, his body swayed crazily, and his handsome face was full of twisted expressions, which scared the surrounding cultists.
A big jump.
In his mind, he could see some memory fragments left in C'Thun's body. This is what he wanted to find, but the ancient god has survived for millions of years, and the memory fragments it accumulated are very important to the prisoner.
It is simply a vast ocean, and there is always a limit to what Benedictus can bear. This is a risky move, but any cultist knows one truth.
Wealth... found in danger.
Finally, at the moment when Benedictus felt that his spirit was about to collapse, he saw C'Thun's memory of Y'Shaarj.
That body that towers into the clouds, like a condensed body of dark mist...
The black goat-like head, 7 eyeballs shining with different lights, and the claws that are so ferocious that they can easily tear apart a giant dragon...
In the empire ruled by the power of darkness, at the highest point of the barbaric world, the doomsday scene of the ancient god Y'Shaarj stretching out to cover the mountains and seas, and the terrifying alien army under Y'shaarj
...
He saw the gold reaching into the world from the sky, fingers shining with endless thunder, pulling the extremely powerful ancient god from the ground, and the mythical scene that shook the whole world...
He saw a golden steel giant, putting the heart of darkness left by Y'Shaarj in this world, the heart of darkness that was still beating, into a sealed box, and then buried it in a magnificent valley filled with golden light.
scene...
Benedictus was screaming, calling frantically, and what he longed for was right in front of him...
But the next scene made Benedictus feel desperate... He saw the scene where the upper elves opened the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago and summoned demons to invade the world. The dark green light filled the sky of the world.
Under the halo, a creature with black and white mane, similar to a bear, but also like a human, stood on the top of the golden valley. He looked at all this...
In the end, the half-man, half-bear guy activated strange magic in a secret place, integrating himself into the earth beneath his feet and transforming into a mist that shrouded a quarter of the world, bringing his people, kingdom, and Asia to the end.
The evil heart of darkness was wrapped in the mist and completely disappeared into the corner of the world.
Benedictus could clearly see that when the night elves detonated the Well of Eternity, causing the world to fall apart, the continent wrapped in mist was also split into the southernmost sea of the world...
"Wow"
All the illusions were shattered at this moment. Benedictus, who was so weak that he was completely exhausted, sat down in the disgusting viscous liquid. His eyes were dull and he was panting. He was still thinking about what he had seen before.
view.
"The mist-shrouded land... the South Sea... the giant turtle that travels around the world... the black and white bear-men, no! Panda-men! The mist-shrouded sea, yes! It's right there! I should have thought of it!"
Benedictus looked at his trembling fingers, and he clenched them tightly. He looked back at the cultists behind him, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes:
"Pack up your things! Take away all the valuable things you can take away! Take those bugmen who can fight with you too!"
"Let's go to the South China Sea!"
"Beyond that mist... it's another world! A new world!"
