"Ah, look, this is the final answer to all questions!"
Gul'dan stood in front of the black tomb tower in the broken earth. He was leaning on his skull cane. His dark red eyes were staring at the elven-style architectural ruins in front of him. Cho'gall stood beside him, listening to the orc warlock's words.
Feeling.
"I abandoned everything to find it! It will also fulfill all my wishes for me...Yes, it will not let me down!"
With all the pursuits approaching, Gul'dan was already a little dazed, but the ogre wizard Cho'gall was not so optimistic. He stretched out his hand, and two balls of blue light were beating in his palm. It was a sign of irritability.
Sparks of magic power, he used this method to detect the magic power around him.
After a moment, Cho'gall's eyes shone with deception, and he shouted to Gul'dan:
"There is a large magic barrier here! (It can't be solved by the two of us! You lied to me!)"
This roar represents all the anger stored in Cho'gall's heart. His followers gathered together for the great Chaos, not for Gul'dan's foolish fantasy. Now these Chaos believers have been sacrificed by Gul'dan in exchange for
What came was such an ending, which made Gu'gall unbearable.
Facing Cho'gall's anger, Gul'dan sneered. As a warlock, after experiencing Talon Bloodfiend's betrayal, he no longer believed in the apprentices he taught himself.
His cane rested on the ground, and his left hand reached towards the tomb tower in front of him. Dark green evil energy was beating in his palm. The moment before it touched the tomb tower, the evil energy collided with the surrounding magic barrier.
Together, a dazzling spark burst out.
As if some kind of stress program had been activated, a gorgeous, colorful magic halo appeared around the tomb tower, like a cover, covering the sunken temple.
Got up.
"The barrier of the human archmage Aegwynn! The huge barrier covers the entire Tomb of Sargeras and is connected to the surrounding magic nodes. It is impossible to break it by force!"
Gul'dan took a step back and whispered:
"But I not only found this tomb in Medivh's memory, Cho'gall, my apprentice, I also learned how to crack it. In your eyes, am I really such a reckless person?"
"Can you crack it? (You didn't lie to us?)"
Cho'gall looked at Gul'dan suspiciously, who stretched out his finger and let out a deep laugh. Behind him were nearly a hundred die-hard orcs from the Ravager clan. They looked at their leader intently, expecting
The leader can give them greater power.
"Of course I can...otherwise, why do you think I'm going through so much trouble to bring all these burdens here?"
"Bang"
Gul'dan snapped his fingers, and the next moment, a dozen orc assassins hiding in the shadows jumped out and stabbed the daggers in their hands into the hearts of the unsuspecting orcs from the Ravager clan.
, blood splattered everywhere, and the screams and roars of the attack completely tore apart the tranquility in front of the barrier.
"What are you doing! (Are you crazy?)"
Cho'gall stared at everything in front of him with his mouth open. Those mad assassins were frantically slashing and killing the clan members belonging to Gul'dan, while more than a dozen of the orcs from the Ravager clan fell down before they could react.
In the midst of this mutual killing, with blood splattering everywhere, Gul'dan opened his arms and let out a gloomy and terrifying laugh:
"Hahaha! Hahahahaha!"
"Use your own blood and death to open the way for me to become a god!"
"Contaminate this barrier with your unwilling souls and blood. Soon, soon I will touch the road of destiny, soon! I will become a true god! Your sacrifice... is great and necessary
of!"
"Cho'gall, my apprentice, kill them all!"
Cho'gall heard Gul'dan's order. Although this ogre was cruel and cunning, he was not as emotionless as Gul'dan. He looked back at the bloody killing field behind him, and then turned to look at Gul'dan.
In person, the orc warlock's eyes have been fixed on him. Cho'gall has no doubt that if he doesn't take action, the next moment, he will be surrounded by the demons summoned by Gul'dan and then torn into pieces.
"boom"
Violent magic burst out from the palm of Cho'gall's hand and hit the center of the slaughtered crowd behind him. The magic exploded and tore the three orcs around the impact point into pieces. This scene made Gul'dan click with satisfaction.
Nodding, he waved the skeleton staff in his hand and began to recite obscure and mysterious incantations. Amidst the screams of the orcs before their death and the roars of killing each other, the blood on the ground was attracted bit by bit, and
Weird runes gathered on the ground at Gul'dan's feet.
This scene is simply a living cult scene!
On the other side of the rocky outskirts, Luminas' eyes widened. She even rubbed her eyes, thinking she had seen something wrong. She turned to look at Serente, who looked gloomy next to her:
"What is Gul'dan doing? Is he crazy? Why is he killing his own people?"
"I don't know! Who knows what this madman is going to do..."
Tyrion's figure appeared behind the two subordinates. He looked at the killings caused by Gul'dan indifferently. He said softly:
"He is using this method to pollute the barrier left by Aegwynn. This is probably why he took these orcs out to sea together. He could have come here quietly without alerting anyone... What a complete and utter
madman."
Tyrion put his fingers on the hilt of the sword at his waist and narrowed his eyes:
"Be prepared, Seven, Autumn, to detonate those magic bombs once the barrier is broken! Then we will rush up and we will kill him!"
And just when Gul'dan began to pollute the barrier, in the southwest of the rear continent not far from the island, there was an abandoned continent, full of buildings left over from the Elf Empire.
In the ravages of time, these buildings have long been turned into ruins, the collapsed stone pillars have been covered with green moss and cobwebs, and their former glory has turned cold under the sun.
This is Azsuna, a cursed and abandoned place.
And on the edge of this abandoned place, on an isolated island hanging offshore, the watchers who had been guarding it from ancient times to the present were alarmed by the sudden burst of strange magic power.
A slender shadow stood at the top of the island. She wore dark green armor, a cloak with sharp edges, and a helmet in the shape of an owl's head. Slender ears poked out from behind the helmet. These ears were larger than
The high elf's pointed ears are much longer. She has a beautiful figure, but she holds a terrifying weapon in her hand.
It was a huge knife wheel that was half her height. The ring-shaped blade was covered with ferocious teeth, and in the center of the ring, there was a handle for holding. This terrifying weapon
The surface is engraved with runes handed down from the Elf Empire, and a light green halo dances in the sea breeze.
This strange watcher exuded an aura of asceticism and gloominess all over her body. She looked indifferently at the twisted magic floating in the sky in the direction of the Tomb of Sargeras. After a moment, she stretched out her left hand, a hand as pure as emerald.
A strange owl like a green gem rested on her arm.
The owl, which did not look like a living creature, cooed at her twice. The next moment, the figure of the watcher disappeared silently like a cheetah in the forest, as if she had never been there before.
Nothing has ever happened before.
"Click"
The heavy stone door was opened bit by bit while the special mechanism was in operation. The watcher quickly walked into the darkness behind her. After a few seconds, she entered a meditation room shrouded in darkness. This small room was almost completely occupied.
It was filled with darkness, with only a dim spar lamp in the front providing a little light.
The previous watcher was half-kneeling on the ground. The sound of the collision of armor broke the silence in the room. She said in a hoarse voice:
"Mistress! There are abnormal magic fluctuations in the Tomb of Sargeras... Someone is trying to break into there!"
"Um?"
This report made the figure perfectly hidden in the darkness let out a suspicious nasal sound, and there was the sound of armor approaching. In the shadow, a slender and tall figure stood up, put a strong helmet on the top of his head, and lowered his head.
For a moment, amid the collision of the steel gauntlet and the sword wheel, the dim crystal lamp lit up, revealing the figure in the darkness.
It was also a woman dressed as a watcher, but she had long white hair tied into a slender ponytail at the back of her head. Different from the watcher who came to report, the armor of the person in front of her was older and shabby, with sharp blades on it.
The scars left behind, but the more they look like this, the more they show the tyranny of the woman in front of him.
When she took steps in the darkness, it was like the shadow itself was moving, silently. If you hadn't seen her figure, you would never have felt that anyone was approaching.
This skill of concealment and stealth is obviously at the unparalleled master level.
"Nasa, can you identify who the intruder is from the Tomb of Sargeras?"
The voice was soft, with a unique hoarseness, cold and emotionless, like a machine. Faced with this question, the watcher, half kneeling on the ground, answered:
"The Sentinel Spirit told me that they are a group of creatures we have never seen before. They are taller and more savage than humans. They drive demons to fight. Obviously, they are evil creatures! And they are fighting among themselves for unknown reasons at this time.
Killing, trying to pollute the boundaries of the Tomb of Sargeras in this way."
The watchman paused and continued:
"In addition, there is a small group of walking dead. The sentry spirit can feel the death breath exuding from their bodies, but they are no different from living people. By the way, mistress, there are more than one among the walking dead.
High Elves..."
"Hmm? The high elves of Quel'Thalas? Or the dead?"
The leader of the Watchers, Maiev Shadowsong, shook his head:
"What an odd combination. My friend, the descendant of Dath'Remar, seems to be involved in some bad things."
"Are we going to get involved in this, ma'am?"
Watcher Nasa asked in a low voice. Maiev hesitated for a moment, then she said in a deep voice:
"The process of dealing with the arrogant Ms. Aegwynn is not memorable, but the purpose of the seal she set 828 years ago was always to protect the world. This does not deviate from our original intention. However, driving the demon to fight
If evil creatures want to enter it, it means they know what is hidden inside."
"This is undoubtedly a threat!"
Maiev moved her fingers and made a crisp sound of steel collision. She thought for a moment and nodded:
"Nasa, summon the currently idle watchers! I will personally lead the team and head to the Tomb of Sargeras as quickly as possible!"
"As you command! Mistress!"
The watchman stood up and was about to leave, but when she reached the door, she hesitated for a moment, turned around and asked:
"Should Ms. Tyrande be informed of this?"
"What can be done by informing her?"
Behind Nasa, Maiev Shadowsong turned her back to her, standing in front of the owl statue in the meditation room, as silent as another statue. Facing Nasa's proposal, the leader of the Watchers said without emotion:
"Not to mention whether she can arrive in time, let's talk about her conflicts with the Watchers, the things she did to us, and how she stripped away our glory... Nasa, you have to remember that we are not loyal to
Tyrande and her Kaldorei, we are loyal to the moon god and our duties. The existence of the Watch is to prevent the tragedy of ten thousand years ago from happening again. We walk in the darkness to protect our people!"
"Everything we do has nothing to do with Tyrande, and we don't ask for her praise!"
This answer made the watcher behind her nodded, and she said softly: