As for the origin of flesh-and-blood creatures, the Explorers Association has received a complete and traceable explanation and explanation.
The first batch of flesh-and-blood creatures in Azeroth came from the Titan Guardians who were eroded by the curse of flesh and blood. Their rock or steel bodies were corroded by the curse. They forgot the great mission in their hearts, and their minds gained true "freedom".
Thus, in the chaos of the collapse of order, civilization was born.
So from this point of view, it is not wrong to say that the Thousand-Mawed Demon Yogg-Saron shaped the current civilization of Azeroth. After all, the first batch of flesh and blood curses was spread by this Thousand-Mawed Demon
Of course, its purpose is not to build a completely free Azeroth...it has other purposes, but this does not prevent Yogg-Saron from personally shaping the origin of today's civilization.
Therefore, the history of Azeroth's civilized era is actually based on a very weird, very bad, and very chaotic foundation.
Mortals are not shaped by the righteous gods they believe in, but are instead born from the most depraved evil.
If you describe it in a tone like a magic stick, then it should be...
The birth of flesh and blood is full of original sin of rebellion!
This is also the reason why many believers collapse in faith and even end up joining cult organizations such as Twilight's Hammer, because they cannot accept their inherent... "evil".
Therefore, the information about the origin of flesh and blood in the Explorers Association is currently sealed. Whether in the Empire or the Federation, this information is not allowed to be made public... This is not a government concealment from the people.
, on the contrary, this is a kind of "goodwill" protection.
Of course, that's not what I'm talking about now.
In the deepest part of the inner sanctum of Ulduar, during the massive cleanup by the cultists, the passage of an ancient temple that had mostly collapsed was quickly cleared out. This is the ring located in this city of Titans.
The passage from the Shape Inner Temple to the lower level is also the passage to the deepest secrets hidden in the City of Titans.
But walking into this collapsed gate and passage does not mean you can directly enter the real seal of Yog-Saron. Just as Gu'gall said, the deepest Titan cage is surrounded by four different guardians.
Locked with power, relying on the methods of the cultists, it is impossible to break it, and they can only wait for the civilized coalition to reopen those seals.
However, this does not mean that these cultists who enter this place have nothing to do. In fact, they are performing a very important ritual.
"Space and time are distorted in this place."
Benedictus looked back at the passage behind him. A strange force was affecting this place. The stone pillars built when the passage was built were all existing in the passage in a strange "twisted" and "broken" way.
During this time, a certain part of them seemed to be cut open by a sharp blade, not connected to each other, and even bent into an "L" shape.
But if you touch those stone pillars, you will find that these pillars are still connected in physical form, but because of the confusion of space, they appear to have been destroyed.
The same situation also happened at the connection between the ground and the deep hall. Those were like collapsed stairs destroyed by war. Everywhere was filled with dangerous space cracks. Just now, two unlucky cultists accidentally
He fell into it, without even making a scream, and was thrown into hell who knows where.
You must be extremely careful when walking in this place. If you are not careful, you will end up with no bones left.
"The guardians' last struggle resulted in this result. (But even if they can manipulate space and time, they are still no match for the power of Yogg-Saron.)"
The ogre Cho'gall slowly explained to his companions:
"The void is such a wonderful thing. (It can never be destroyed from the front, in its spreading shadow, everything will be integrated into it.)"
"Is this all there is to the void?"
Benedictus dismissed Cho'gall's description and whispered:
"Is the void so shallow in your eyes? It's really disappointing... but it doesn't matter, so what are we doing here now? It's a stupid waste of time and pinning all our hopes on those "heroes"
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"Of course not! (We have more important tasks!)"
Cho'gall turned around and stood on the high terrace, looking down at the cultists who were drawing a huge magic circle on the chaotic land. In front of the cultists, there was a path leading to Yog-Sa.
On the road to the Long Seal, a stone sculpture of a giant creature is standing there. Just looking at the huge monster derived from the darkness will make people feel the call of the abyss...
Obviously, although this prehistoric monster was sealed with petrification, it was not actually dead.
"It is the most loyal and powerful follower of the Old Gods, the first creature born from fallen flesh and blood, the most powerful faceless general... (It is called "Kra" in the stupid myths of mortals.
"Sith" means the monarch of destruction. Every Krasis is precious. Unfortunately, there is only the last one left here.)"
Cho'gall looked regretful and said to Benedictus and the mantids resting in the corridor:
"Kraxis is the war messenger who carries the will of the ancient gods. (These terrifying and terrifying creatures possess powerful strength and savage intelligence. The dark magic they master can even crush the minds of the Titan Guardians.)"
"For example...Tyr, the God of Justice. (Haha, that powerful guardian was surrounded by the two most loyal Krasis generals of Yogg-Saron, Kithix and Zakaki who were full of dark glory.
On the way to escape, the guardian finally had to choose to sacrifice himself to hold back the powerful Krasis.)"
The ogre spread out his hands, as if holding the whole world in his arms:
"But so what? Tyr is still dead... And there is another such a powerful dark warrior in front of us. (Tell me, Benedictus, how can mortals fight against being awakened by us like this?
Where is the power of darkness?)"
"They can't fight!"
The Black Bishop stared at General Krasis, who was about to be reawakened by the magic of the cultists. Even in his petrified state, the appearance of Krasis was still full of a dark and depraved aura. Its octopus-like body
The head, the tentacles, the eyes full of chaos and destruction, the fish-like decoration, the spider-like twisted insect limbs on the back of the huge body, and the two fish-like claws, and the strange insects derived from the abdomen.
Claw, this thing is like a twisted monster made by gathering all the creatures representing chaos together.
Perhaps like its evil masters, the Old Gods who feed on the world, it should never have existed...
He shook his head. As a cultist himself, Benedictus naturally understood what Krasis was and what it represented. There was no need for the proud ogre Gurgall to explain it to him.
Krasis were born from the purest fallen flesh of the ancient gods. Their mastery of dark magic gave them extremely strong regeneration capabilities...a regeneration speed that was almost unimaginable to mortals. When a Krasis was killed
After being killed, these strange and powerful dark beings can still slowly accumulate void energy and eventually return to the world.
And some bloody and cruel cultists' sacrificial rituals can speed up their resurrection. These are the most terrifying warriors created by the ancient gods. As Gurgall said, Tyr, the god of justice, once stood between Krasi.
Death in battle under Si's siege fully demonstrates the power of these monsters.
"They can only wait for despair to come..."
The Black Bishop shook his head and said softly to Gu'gall:
"It seems that you have made complete plans, so I can rest assured...the ritual of calling and releasing Yogg-Saron will no longer be disturbed."
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"I don't like this kind of trip..."
Archbishop Chaldea stepped down from the Draenei spaceship and stood in the most ferocious cold wind in the North. The simple black robe he was wearing was blowing in the wind, making it sound worse than in years past.
In the image of a young man before, the archbishop now looks very thin. He has a short beard, his hair is neatly combed, he holds a black ancient scripture in his hand, and the golden emblem of the Holy Light hangs around his neck, which makes him look very excited.
He seemed to be full of a professional and compassionate temperament.
Hanging at the waist of the archbishop's robe is a purple ceremonial dagger. It is neither luxurious nor a powerful magical item. According to the archbishop's private statement, it was a gift given to him by an old friend in his early years.
That old friend has died in the Orc War, so it is very memorable.
In short, if you have to look for a "perfect" priest in today's Holy Light Church, then Archbishop Chaldea will definitely top the list.
His private life is as pure as that of the most traditional ascetic, and his reputation in the Stormwind Kingdom's faith community is even comparable to that of His Majesty the Blood King Varian.
"Such a journey is too tiring and wastes too much time."
The archbishop seemed to be complaining, talking to himself. Behind him, a monk planned to put a fur coat on the bishop, but Chaldea refused.
"I don't need it, my brother."
He smiled at the young monk and said:
"The Holy Light will protect you and me...and this is just a trivial low temperature."
As he spoke, behind the Archbishop, some priests with a strong ascetic temperament stepped off the Draenei spaceship one after another. Some of the priests carried heavy flails in their hands, which strongly matched their appearance.
Doesn’t match.
The identity of this group of monks is special. They are a new generation of "Ash Knights" trained by the Holy Light Church based on the "Silver Ash Scripture" and the teachings of the Holy Light. They use holy silver weapons to fight, taking into account their sincere beliefs and excellent martial arts.
, they are more like special paladins, but don't wear armor...
Faith is their strongest armor.
This group of Ash monks have proven themselves in the past few years. The martial arts they have mastered have strong restraint against all kinds of dark forces, and the Ash Knights' secret practice methods have allowed them to become more powerful in the process of eradicating darkness.
At present, the training methods of Ash Monk have been promoted to all churches in the entire human empire. Due to the current world situation, such an increase in strength has the support of all kings.
In the biting cold wind, the archbishop's fingers habitually touched the dagger on his waist, and the lazy dark voice echoed in his heart, like an old friend.
"So, are you ready to face Yogg-Saron? Chaldea..."
Faced with this question, the Archbishop of Chaldea smiled and said softly:
"If I answer no...will you let me out of here?"
"What do you think?"
There was a hint of sarcasm in Miss Xalatas's voice:
"Do you think I am such a "kind" person?"
"So, I am ready, but I am very curious, after eating the last essence of C'Thun's flesh and blood, whether you have regained your strength now..."
The archbishop closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The coldness that penetrated his bones made his mind clear. He whispered:
"You know, if you just rely on my power, you can't fight against Yogg-Saron. I need you. What's more, we are different from other people who have been deceived. We know very well, Tyrion, that he will not be like this.
It's so easy for you and me to pass the test, but dealing with him is much more difficult than dealing with the ancient god in the cage."
Faced with Chaldea's confession, Miss Xalatas let out a burst of sweet laughter, but she did not hide her viciousness at all:
"Then you should make all preparations in advance. My Chaldea, you know that once you fall into Tyrion's hands, you should know very well that I will not do anything just because of you before I take my wings.
Feng had a head-on fight with him before..."
"You and I are walking on a difficult road, and we have seen hope, so don't let me down, Chaldea, if you unfortunately fall behind, then I will abandon you without hesitation!"
"You know, I always ignore those who fall behind."
"Okay, okay."
The archbishop opened his eyes, and while gently discussing the teachings of the Holy Light with the monks around him, he answered in his heart:
