Yogg-Saron, the Demon of Thousand Maws, is one of the five ancient gods who came to the world of Azeroth. He is not the strongest among the ancient gods, nor is he the best at using conspiracy. In fact,
After the Battle of the Lord, Y'Shaarj died. Among the three remaining ancient gods, he was the most inconspicuous and the most miserable.
Compared to C'Thun, who was sealed in the southern part of the continent, and compared to N'zoth, who was sealed in the deep-sea city of Ny'alotha, Yogg-Saron seemed to have very bad luck. It was sealed in the deepest part of Ulduar.
That is the base camp of the Titan Guardians, and in terms of the probability of escape, Yogg-Saron has almost no hope of escaping here.
But the inconspicuous Yogg-Saron is a truly ruthless character.
Without making a move, it relied on its keen perception and dark power to completely dismantle the powerful guardian system. In fact, without the intervention of the great lord, it would have been impossible for these fragmented guardians to survive in such a short period of time.
Reunite within time.
And taking advantage of the City of Titans, Yogg-Saron rooted his flesh and blood tentacles in the Forge of Will, which is equivalent to extending his power to the cradle of the world spirit Elune.
After the death of Y'Shaarj, Yogg-Saron is the most likely Old God to corrupt Elune from within.
Unfortunately, it no longer has this opportunity.
Because Elune felt threatened, she no longer planned to let it continue to exist so carelessly.
Yogg-Saron's seal is not like the sealed chambers of other ancient gods. It is full of mechanical style created by Titans. There are no running gears and conduits filled with Titan energy. In fact, the inside of this cage
The area has been completely distorted by the power of the ancient gods for tens of thousands of years.
This place looks like an ordinary cave in the center of the mountains. You can also see rough mountain walls around it, as well as the remains of the Titan guardians who were broken up by Yogg-Saron. The earth of this cave cracked, and in
What flows in the rock cracks that look like dry earth is not clear water, but a strange liquid that appears light green.
It was liquid metal contaminated with the power of the ancient gods. In fact, 4,500 years ago, it was this thing called "Salonite" that almost infected the entire world.
And that was just a casual attempt by Yogg-Saron when he was bored.
And in the center of this dry earth, in the small lake formed by the gathering of green liquid metal, an ugly, twisted, depraved, corrupt, crazy ancient evil thing is constantly spreading its darkness in the liquid flow.
The power spreads to the entire cage, and it continuously emits screams that stimulate the body and soul at the same time. Those wildly dancing black tentacles slap the ground crazily, making the entire city of Ulduar sway endlessly.
The extremely hot and corrosive Saronite iron liquid on the ground was raised up, like a beast rolling wantonly in the dark mud.
But this crazy posture exposed Yogg-Saron's embarrassment. The more violent it looked, the more it showed that it had encountered trouble that it was difficult to solve.
Big trouble!
The fall of C'Thun cannot be hidden from Yogg-Saron who is far away in the northernmost part of the world, and with the help of the memories of those cultists, Yogg-Saron knows better than anyone else that in the fall of C'Thun, the one standing in front of him
The sky, what role does the spirit that summons the power of death play?
His arrival means the arrival of death... This is the same whether it is a weak mortal or a powerful ancient god.
"I am your waking nightmare!"
Yogg-Saron's dark green body is like a twisted body of strange flesh and blood. Thousands of throats call out the voice of corruption. This ancient god who has been hiding in Ulduar for tens of thousands of years is more powerful than his brother Ke.
Both Suen and N'Zoth are powerful. The thick power of the void is spread over Yogg-Saron's body. Its voice will spread the chaos of the void, and even its twisted shape is fatal...
Mortals cannot look directly at the ancient gods, because as long as they take a look, the twisted appearance will arouse the most fundamental fear in the cowardly soul, completely destroying a life from the core area of the soul, and the chaos force that envelopes the entire cell will
The field, even for extremely determined guardians, is also a terrible threat.
At this time, facing Tyrion, the agent of death who posed a terrible threat to Yogg-Saron, the ancient god realized one thing. Whether it can escape the ending of eternal death today is not the key point.
In terms of his own strength, it is the guardians in front of him... If he can control these guardians again before he can no longer hold on, then their combined power will be enough to force Tyrion back.
..
So from the very beginning, Yogg-Saron surged up all his fallen power, like waves of darkness, slapping towards the guardians headed by Great Guardian Rai. It tried to
Corroding them, it tried to manipulate them. However, when it truly came into contact with the souls of these guardians, the Ancient God realized that they seemed to be more determined than tens of thousands of years ago.
There is another force protecting these difficult guardians, and that force is something Yogg-Saron is very familiar with.
"Elune!"
The resounding sound of corruption echoed throughout the entire cell. Yogg-Saron was shocked and angry at this moment. The ancient god's vision couldn't help but look upward, at the top of the empty cage.
, a night elf girl with a single ponytail and a pair of silver moon-like eyes seemed to be standing there, she was smiling...
A smile full of revenge, a mocking smile, an proud smile, which seems to be saying...
Ah, Yogg-Saron, who has bullied me for hundreds of thousands of years, you, such a bad old man, are still here today!
"ah!"
The fallen god waved its tentacles crazily, smashing the illusion of the elf in the sky, but the next moment, the original shape appeared. The tall guardian Lai held the bone sword and stepped on Yog-Salon.
In the green blood, he grabbed a dozen tentacles in front of him with his left hand, and swung his sword with his right hand to slash horizontally. Between Rai's roar and the roar of the thunder sword, Yogg-Saron's exposed body was cut off abruptly.
One-third.
But this is not a fatal injury... The self-healing power of the ancient god whose body is corrupted flesh and blood is beyond imagination. At least before its corrupted and dark soul falls, it is almost impossible to kill it physically.
Something that is completely impossible.
And the tentacles and body that were severed by Lai fell to the ground wrapped in the corrupted black blood. The corrupted flesh and blood twisted on the ground, quickly forming ugly and depraved faceless men one after another. In an instant, a
A huge army of faceless men appeared between the cells.
But before they could respond to the Fallen Lord's order, the metal storm of more than 200 small cannons on Voltron's body was fired wildly, and these fallen derivatives were once again beaten into pieces of flesh, while the body was surging.
Amidst the cheerful shouts of the goblin Black Suspended with the moonlight, Voltron raised his arms, with flames on his left arm and lightning on his right arm. In the roar of the jet, the scattered flesh and blood were quickly annihilated.
"Your end has come!"
The god of frost, Hodir, waved the ice mallet. Where the weapon came into contact, Yogg-Saron's fallen flesh was quickly frozen, and Thorim, wrapped with endless thunder falling from the sky, was like this world.
Like a true storm incarnate, he swung the war hammer Umir. As thunder and lightning flashed in the corner of his eyes, the frozen flesh and blood was completely torn open, and then turned into balls of purified ashes in the surge of thunder and lightning hell.
"The final verdict! Today!"
"boom"
The attacks of the guardians were very violent. They came with mission and hatred, and their power was genuine. In this storm of revenge, the pain caused by the guardians to Yogg-Saron made the ancient god
He is constantly losing his own strength, but the problem is that Yogg-Saron cannot mobilize all his strength to fight back.
Because the war not only takes place on the level of flesh and blood, but also faces a more difficult enemy at the level of Yogg-Saron's Dark Soul, and the battle there is more complicated than the battle in reality.
More important and more thrilling.
"Actually, I don't need to bring those burdens with me."
The great lord holding two swords walks in the soul of Yogg-Saron as a soul. From time to time, he raises his weapons and causes a little "little" destruction in this weird soul palace that is like a human brain.
Wherever he walked, the coldness of death had frozen nearly a quarter of the ancient god's soul.
This caused great trouble for Yogg-Saron. Although the soul state of the ancient god was more terrifying and powerful than its flesh and blood form, in the vision of the soul, this ancient god looked like a person who could
A twisted monster that devours the entire world. However, such power is not enough for it to ignore the impact of death.
Yogg-Saron continues to create various attacks, soul spikes, dark voices or corrupted whispers in his soul, and even the illusions of all important figures in the mind of the great lord himself, but this is not the case for Tyrion.
It's meaningless. The ancient god saw with his own eyes that he chopped off the head of his daughter Dornan's illusion with a knife, and then with a perverted smile, he stabbed his wife Alleria with a sword.
The heart of illusion.
At this moment, Yogg-Saron realized that these often useful little tricks were completely meaningless in front of the terrifying man in front of him.
It cannot blind the mind of the great lord like it blinds the souls of other creatures... It lacks the means to counterattack and can only be slaughtered by others.
But the great lord behaved very relaxedly. He seemed to be wandering among the fallen souls. He even joked:
"Actually, I can get rid of you by myself. It just takes more time. But then I thought, you see, so many people are looking forward to "meeting" with you, and a perfect party would only be possible if I was the only one.
As a human being, that's a bit too boring... So, I found a lot of your "old friends", how about it? I'm very considerate, right? You don't need to thank me."
Tyrion chuckled. He put away the two long swords, then squatted down and touched the fallen soul under his feet that was emitting blue fluorescence. He whispered:
"As long as you have fun, tell me...are you happy?"
If Yogg-Saron could speak like a real human being, then it would definitely curse at the great lord, but just as Yogg-Saron gathered another wave of corrupted power, it was preparing to desperately fight back against Tai who invaded the core of the soul.
When Ryan was in charge, the great lord suddenly took out something from his storage ring.
It was a... colorful bottle. The bottle made of the best crystal seemed to contain many different lights. Those lights of different colors were intertwined with each other, and it looked really beautiful.
"You see, compared to when I killed C'Thun, I have learned a lot of interesting new tricks now."
The high lord twisted open the mouth of the bottle and summoned an orange light like a burning flame from it. As he flicked his fingers, the light quickly gathered into a one-handed long sword that fit perfectly. Tyrion
He waved his lightsaber, and then pierced the fallen soul at his feet. Between the trembling of the soul and the invasion of strange power, the great lord asked gently:
"Tell me, are you angry?"
"Shua"
The second faint red sword stabbed, and there was Tyrion's calm question:
"Are you manic?"
The third gray lightsaber fell.
"Do you hate it?"
The fourth pale sword stabbed down.
"Are you desperate?"
The fifth dark red lightsaber fell.
"Are you afraid?"
The sixth black lightsaber fell.
"Are you confused?"
The last blue lightsaber whistled in the hands of the great lord. At his feet, the fallen soul was locked tightly by the power of six negative emotions mixed with the essence of death, as if it had been sealed for the most part.
Part of the power is the same. Yogg-Saron struggled desperately, trying to break away from this power that came from almost the same source as it, but it couldn't do it!
It can fight back death, but it can't fight back the same force... Just like ice can never destroy water, fire can never fight magma.
"The last question is about Yogg-Saron, the demon with a thousand throats who almost overturned the world."
Tyrion stood in the center of a strange ring composed of six lightsabers of different colors. Amidst the endless entanglement of strange power, the high lord raised the last blue lightsaber with his backhand, and his eyes shone with coldness.
The cold light:
"Have you...ever shed your inner pride?"
"No...you didn't! Ah, what a pity...the abyss thing filled with endless negative emotions, this thing is simply tailor-made for you."
"Shua"
The last blue lightsaber pierced the center of the ring composed of six lightsabers. The emotional power extended by the seven kinds of Y'shaarj's power oscillated, forming a line of light that seemed to be substantial around the great lord's body.
The chains, starting from this ring, quickly tied up Yogg-Saron's soul that could no longer break free bit by bit.
As the chain tightened, Yogg-Saron's huge soul also shrank rapidly. The great lord standing in the void stretched out his hand, and the binding object shining with a seven-color halo fell into his hand.
, like the most perfect gem.
Tyrion looked at the gem in his hand. After a moment, he shook his head in boredom:
"Is that it? You are really disappointing..."
"Oh, by the way, I call this move... Heaven's Lock! Don't worry about the name. Anyway, tell me now, Yogg-Saron, do you feel the pain?"
