With a deep voice echoing in the halls of Ulduar filled with the glory of the gods, the guardians specially created the rock giants to guard the inner temple of the city. Korungarn was torn apart under the violent impact of Agamaggan. This tall
The collapsed body of the rock giant fell in a strange posture, filling the ravine leading from the front hall to the inner hall.
As a result, a stone bridge united the two separated directions.
"Quah! The way to the inner temple is opened!"
Anzu, flying in the palace of Ulduar, shouted:
"Demigods, gather together, the mother you want to save is right ahead!"
At its call, the demigods gathered together began to prepare to enter the more dangerous inner temple. The black panther Asaman, who is best at stealth and sneaking, has sneaked into this city that is larger than all cities in Azeroth.
There are many Titan holy places, looking for the way to the mysterious greenhouse of life, while other demigods help the civilized coalition that invades here to establish outposts.
You can't rush into the inner sanctum of this mechanical city yet, because the device set up by the Titans in the front hall has not been completely cracked. Mortal heroes and soldiers also need to rest after an "exciting" tank battle.
There is a dark and mysterious ancient god sealed under this Titan City. Although Yogg-Saron has not yet demonstrated his dark power, any rational warrior will be wary of the magic power of the ancient god.
Under such circumstances, the best mode of war is to advance gradually and not to speed up blindly.
Every camp built by the coalition forces in the huge mechanical city of Aldu'ar has priests and paladins from the Church of the Holy Light and the Order of the Silver Dawn imposing a light enchantment on it, as well as the Dru of the Withered Ones.
We are always monitoring. They use this method to protect the soldiers from being suddenly manipulated. This is a useful operation. At least so far, it has not caused any trouble.
"This side is the observatory! And this side is the guardian's library..."
Brian held the slate map of Ulduar in his hand. He distinguished the two forks in the front hall and said to the coalition leaders behind him:
"The Norgannon Disc requires higher-level permissions at the library's operation terminal, so I suggest we capture that place first!"
"agree!"
Alsace was the first to agree:
"There must be a lot of ancient and valuable knowledge stored there, and it should be kept properly."
"We agree too."
Tyrande wiped the silver double-edged scythe and said without raising his head:
"What His Majesty Alsace said makes sense."
"It doesn't matter to us. If there is a strong enemy there, I will be happy to challenge him."
The orc Garrosh shrugged at the dwarf:
"But if we find books related to the Tao of Elements, we will make a copy!"
"Pandaren...well, we don't have a problem with that."
Lorewalker Zhou Zhuo communicated with the Shado-Pan masters behind him and said to Brian:
"And because of the resistance of the pandaren to the power of the ancient gods, our Shado-Pan monks are willing to take on the defense of the camp."
"This is simply the best! So now we only need to wait until the Holy Priests commanded by the Archbishop of Chaldea arrive here before we can truly enter the inner temple. This is good... everything is going smoothly."
Muradin, who had been silent, clapped his hands and thanked the Pandaren for their self-recommendation. The Pandaren race can still exist for more than 10,000 years under the ravages of the evil demon. It has proven that these round people have a certain resistance to the power of the ancient gods.
nature, and the martial arts masters of the Shado-Pan attach great importance to spiritual practice. When facing the power of the void with the same pressure, they are more determined than other races.
By the way... among all the civilized races currently known in Azeroth, the one with the strongest resistance to the power of the Old Gods, or the power of the void, is not the pandaren, but the hozen.
These simple-minded monkeys rarely have troubles. There are only two things in their empty minds, seeking happiness and enjoying happiness. Under the control of this kind of thinking, it is difficult for these monkeys with bad personalities to be manipulated by the Void.
Unfortunately, the hozens are unruly and do not have a force that truly belongs to them. Therefore, so far, the hozens can hardly be regarded as a civilized race.
But I heard that last month, a few mysterious explorers discovered the Hozen King who was suspected to have been missing for 10,000 years in a cave in Pandaria. Shaohao's friend, the Monkey King, the Hozen King, was mysteriously
After the petrification of the sculptures, scholars throughout Pandaria are now trying to unlock the troublesome petrification magic and return the King of Hozen to human civilization. Therefore, from this point of view, those big monkeys with bad behavior join Aize
The Las Vegas Civilization Circle is probably just around the corner.
It is foreseeable that the addition of the giant monkeys will also increase the level of fun and joy in the entire Azeroth civilization circle by several percentage points.
However, in the shadow zone that has not yet been discovered by the civilized coalition forces who are busy advancing the Ulduar attack, the darkness that has been hiding there has begun to take action... and their action speed is much faster than that of the coalition forces.
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"Buzz"
A faint gust of wind hit the back of the head of the orc warrior guarding the front hall base. This mighty orc wearing thunder-cast armor and carrying a heavy battle ax scratched his smooth scalp in confusion. He looked around in confusion.
, seemed to be looking for the source of the weird wind, but this silly move attracted ruthless ridicule from the human soldiers standing guard together.
The human soldier also wore thunder-forged armor and held a pair of thunder-forged swords, which meant that he was also a hero who had participated in the attack and defense of the Lightning Hall. His ridicule attracted an angry look from the orc. The orc snorted coldly and put the weapon on his back.
Behind him, he gestured rudely towards the human, and the human raised his fist towards the orc not to be outdone.
A few seconds later, two guys who couldn't control their tempers got into a fight at the sentry post. They were still reasonable and just beat each other with fists without using weapons. So after being scolded by the elf chief who came over, they separated.
Neither of them was punished.
This little disturbance passed quickly, everything seemed normal and nothing else happened.
However... where these soldiers did not notice, a group of guys who acted strangely had already taken advantage of the sentry's distraction to cross the last sentry post of the coalition forces in the front hall and inner hall of Ulduar, and truly
Stepped into the inner hall.
"Shh!"
The fast-moving gluttonous locust is the vanguard and sentinel of the Twilight's Hammer infiltrators. This agile mantid flies as fast as an invisible wind. It turns its head and gestures to the followers behind it.
With a silent gesture, the sharp amber folding knives on the arms of this powerful hero popped out, and the next moment, its figure disappeared from the spot.
After a moment, the steel heads of the two chaotic Titan creations were thrown to the ground, and the Gluttonous Locust made a light buzz, indicating that the way forward was clear.
"Ah, my brother Benedictus, your warriors are really eye-opening. (It's amazing. I have never seen such excellent infiltrators. Human assassins are simply incompetent compared to them."
child.)"
The iconic double tones of the ogre Cho'gall sounded in the darkness. The hooded man walked like a black mountain of flesh, heavy, bloated and extremely oppressive.
Facing Gu'gall's hypocritical praise, Benedictus, who was also wearing a hood, didn't care. He said casually:
"The heroes are not my warriors, they are my friends... We believe in a great "master" together. Okay, stop talking about these boring words. Open the portal quickly and let your followers
Entering this place...the coalition forces are advancing rapidly, and there are wilderness demigods wandering here, leaving us not much time."
"Don't worry about them, my brother. (They are not a problem, they are a help!)"
Cho'gall let out a deep laugh. The huge ogre waved his hands, and the power of shadows moved in his palms. Under his call, two void portals connecting to the outside world appeared.
Rising from the corners of this dark inner sanctum.
"The magicians of Dalaran and the high elves have been monitoring the magical activities of the entire Ulduar, but their sight cannot penetrate into this dark place. (What's even better is that they, who want to save the world, will help us
Open the final seal... All we have to do is wait for them at the end and appreciate their desperate expressions, hahaha.)"
The ogre seemed to feel that he had told a perfect joke. He hugged his belly and laughed. He looked back at Benedictus, who was standing in the darkness with gloomy power wrapped around his body. He said in a strange tone
:
"You don't know yet? My brother. (This war, all of this, was arranged by Yogg-Saron!)"
"Although the Demon of Thousand Maws had the ability to escape, at the last moment when the guardians were eroded by darkness, they still obeyed their mission and re-strengthened the seal. (The seal blocked Yogg-Saron's body from entering the human world.
It has also protected this world for tens of thousands of years... Unfortunately, mortals will inevitably open it!)"
"They were dazzled by the victory they got from C'Thun, and they thought they could save the world again. (However, they just continued to promote their own destruction. Everything they did was Yogg-Sa
What Long hopes to see is that once the seal is opened, the power of the ancient gods will sweep across the entire city in an instant!)"
Cougall raised his hands, like a madman indulging in his own fantasy, and said in a deep voice:
"Mortals sent their best warriors to Yogg-Saron. (These warriors will eventually become our partners and redistribute the glory of the Dark Empire to the entire world. I have already seen it!)"
"This stage, the end of this drama. (I've seen it!)"
Cho'gall's madman-like ravings did not affect the ongoing teleportation. Along with the last batch of Twilight's Hammer cultist elites hiding in the Storm Peaks, they continued to walk out of the shadow portal. Soon, this loneliness
The temple was full of people.
The races of these guys in purple cloaks are very complex. From tall tauren to short goblins and gnomes, they include members of almost all civilized races in Azeroth, and they all come from the civilized world.
The elites who have survived the waves of strangulation by the Twilight's Hammer can be said that the hundreds of people in this temple are the core strength of the cultist organization Twilight's Hammer.
However, in this drama that has already begun, they are destined to become only a sad footnote... participating as cannon fodder.
But this time, it's probably the Twilight's Hammer's wildest fantasy that's closest to success.
"So, where do we go now?"
Benedictus looked at the cultists who were twisted in their hearts and even their appearance. He had no fluctuations in his heart. He had already seen through these hopeless people, but sadly, in any era,
, there are such a steady stream of ignorant people who are full of stupid hatred for the real order, and try to control the so-called "destiny" in exchange for their own destructive power, and there are definitely a lot of them.
They are the real fools in this world...the scum that most need to be eliminated.
"So, I'm doing something good?"
A weird idea appeared in Benedictus's mind, but he was quickly thrown aside by the Black Bishop. He was a person who no longer cared about evil or justice. It was just a naive view of the world by a boring person.
There are no just or evil people in this world, there are just people with various purposes...just like him.
Facing Benedictus' inquiry, Gujar pointed to an empty darkness behind him with a strange look on his face, and said:
"Don't you see? (That's the guide!)"
Benedictus looked at the shadow of a female Vrykul suspended in the empty darkness. It was an illusion that mortals could not see. Of course he noticed her, but he had been waiting for Cho'gall's explanation.
The ogre did not disappoint him. Cho'gall threw his hood aside and said:
"She is Sarah. (The observer, the eye of the ancient god, the watcher and recorder in the darkness of history.)"
"In the lush forest of Mount Hyjal, in the shifting sands of Silithus in the desert, in the ancient battlefield where demons are raging, and even outside the war in Whispering Port, Sara is there! No one can see her, but she
She just recorded everything silently. (She once witnessed life crawling and squirming from the sea of dark light. She saw life leaving the sea, entering the earth, and even flying into the air. She saw life walking in a cowardly manner in the endless dark forest.
Helplessly praying for God’s protection...)”
"She never acts, she just pays attention, only attention! (People in the world think they are free, but they don't know that everything they have is given by Yogg-Saron... Sarah, this is
Yogg-Saron's will to control the world.)"
"In the darkness, she guided me to this place... (It is already full of disappointment in this world, and it is time to carry out the great twilight judgment.)"
Gu'gall turned back, his three eyes shining with chaotic light, and he looked at Benedictus with a strange expression:
"Did you...hear it? (That call comes from the deepest darkness, don't resist...embrace it.)"
"It points the way forward for us. (The spreader of flesh and blood, the gestator of millions of lives, the initiator of countless civilizations...isn't it right next to you?)"
