The overall consciousness of this ancient god is trapped in the cage of the death world in a very bad form, and it has become a close sibling with its brother C'Thun. The power from the death world is washing away the Thousand Maws Demon
By changing the power of the void in some way, perhaps one day Yogg-Saron will regain control of the power of the void in the Death Realm, but as of now, it will take a long time.
Moreover, with the great lord's way of doing things, it is impossible for him to allow C'Thun and Yogg-Saron to recover their strength leisurely. He has special arrangements for them, and they will be put to use soon.
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Of course, ordinary people are not aware of this fact.
The moment the heroes of the coalition forces stepped into Yogg-Saron's cell, what appeared in front of them was a complete ancient god, like a terrifying thing huddled in the darkness, which made people unable to stand straight.
The corrupted shadow of vision is like a mutated octopus. Its soft body is covered with limbs covered with flesh and blood suckers. On every inch of skin, there is a huge bloody mouth full of sharp teeth.
Its whisper is like a strong wind blowing against a dead tree, and the ripples of darkness are constantly impacting the souls of the heroes. Even the figures crouching in the darkness have the power to disturb people's minds. Just take a look at them, and the souls of the heroes are...
As if being sucked into the lightless sea of the abyss, the terrifying feeling of almost drowning made everyone who entered the cell breathe harder.
This is the instinctive expression of life when facing the power of the void. Just like how determined people are, they cannot completely isolate themselves from fear. They may be able to rely on their firm will to block the influence of fear, but they themselves also know that fear
, it has always been buried in their hearts...in fact, it has never gone away.
The ancient god who has lost his soul is actually not that scary. This group of flesh and blood aberrations that instinctively exude the power of corruption cannot think and has no thoughts of its own. After being defeated from two levels by the guardian and the great lord,
It is like a dying beast, unable to resist the inevitable end.
But even so, using mortal power to defeat the dark creatures in front of them is still a very challenging task for these mortal heroes who voluntarily step into the abyss, but it is also something they must complete.
Muradin Bronzebeard, who was holding a war hammer and shield, took a step forward. The moment the heavily armed dwarf approached, a weak tentacle swung wildly from the ground, whizzing like a whip and hitting the approaching person.
Under the flesh and blood tentacles, highly corrosive green mucus was scattered everywhere, and the corrupted power wrapped around the tentacles caused the heroes behind Muradin to draw their weapons.
"Bang"
The flesh and blood tentacles swung by Yogg-Saron, who had lost his soul, hit the large shield raised by Muradin like a war hammer, knocking the dwarf back several steps. During the slight vibration of the ground, the dwarf held the shield.
With a fierce wave of his left hand, he swung the heavy tentacle aside.
But this scene gave the heroes a lot of confidence.
"It's weak!"
The dwarf, who had blocked the ancient god's blow, turned around and shouted to the heroes behind him:
"We can't waste the opportunity created by the guardian for us! Go! Kill it!"
Under Muradin's call, the heroes with all kinds of power auras no longer hesitated. Like ants, they rushed towards the ancient god in front of them from all directions, using their own strength and their own weapons to wield
Slashing on the body of the terrifying monster, and amid the sound of bombs and thermal weapons, the Titan guardians standing on the sealing platforms in four directions had different expressions.
Thorim, Mimiron, Hodir and Freya, the four guardians who were ordered to protect the Titan city of Ulduar, knew the truth, but even so, they had been weakened too much in the face of it.
But when people still feel the fear of Yogg-Saron, the courage and actions of these mortal warriors still make the guardians feel satisfied.
You must know that not everyone has the courage to stand here, and not everyone can overcome their original fear and dare to hand out weapons to the monster in front of them...
Although the Darkblade Lord who cooperated with them was dismissive of mortal civilization and full of all kinds of criticism and contempt, Tyrion, a cold and gloomy leader, was also willing to give these mortal heroes a chance.
This proves that in his heart, the power of these civilized worlds uniting has not disappointed him.
And now, when they see the scene of mortals desperately fighting Yogg-Saron, the proud Titan guardians have to admit that these mortals of flesh and blood can indeed create real miracles. Their power
Although they are far inferior to the steel creations of the past, their will and courage are no worse than their ancestors...
They are qualified to rule the land under their feet, and they are also qualified to make their own voice in this world!
"Then let's see."
Thorim put his war hammer Umir at his feet. He stood on the rune platform that controlled the power of the storm. He looked down at the battle between the mortal warriors and the ancient gods. He whispered:
"Let's see how far they can go... Maybe they don't actually need our help?"
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"Wow, little Anduin's sword swing is so beautiful!"
Yuna held a small bucket full of hard candies and sat comfortably beside the gap where the Death Passage and the Ulduar reality met, like a little fan sitting in the audience watching a wonderful performance.
Likewise, her eyes widened, and while stuffing candy in her mouth, she couldn't help but pump her fists and cheer because of someone's wonderful performance.
The girls around her cannot enter the world of death, but it is not a big problem to hide their whereabouts in this place where the real world meets. They are all grown children, so they are not as wild as little ghosts who never grow up.
, they sat together and discussed the heroes' performance in a low voice.
The demigods of death tamed by a few children were lying there listlessly. There was a deer, a bird, a bear, and a little black panther. These beasts squinted their eyes and looked like they were not awake.
They were not interested in the battle in front of them. Perhaps because their owners were around, these cute little animals acted very lazy.
Of course, they couldn't sleep. The little ghost Yuna's yelling and the little owners' caressing from time to time made it difficult for these animals to fall asleep.
The big lord, who had come out to take a break with the children, was also standing there. He stood in the passage behind the children, looking at the fierce battle in the ancient god's cage below. He did not comment on the scene of the battle.
What do you think? After all, in his current opinion, this kind of battle is already a bit too childish.
This is a battle with a predetermined outcome. Now it’s just a matter of seeing what price the heroes of the coalition have to pay in order to win. The best case scenario is of course that one person can kill the weakened version of Yogg-Saron without dying, but
If some guys unfortunately die in battle, then the big lord will be lucky enough to miss out.
Maybe, he will gain some great souls...
In the hands of the great lord, there is also a stack of documents that have just been handed over to him. There are many familiar coats of arms printed in those documents, which represent many people who have completely disappeared from the history of civilization. These documents represent another person.
The end of "reincarnation".
In places where mortals cannot see, in the darkness where time keeps spinning forward, there are always some eyes watching the rotating wheel of civilization. They have no names, they have no sense of existence, they are not known to anyone, but they are
What really exists...the meaning of their existence is to evaluate the characters involved in all the progress of the civilized world from an objective, third-party perspective.
Use race, power and belief as the boundaries to divide each other, summarize those various lives into groups of data, and judge the significance of these lives to the world through comparison. If the results of the comparison are disappointing,
Then a sudden undead invasion will be like a whip falling from the sky, lashing those tired guys and keep moving forward.
If they refuse to change...then their existence is meaningless.
The resources of this world are ultimately limited. Rather than letting a group of people with no meaning of existence waste them, it is better to leave these resources to a more promising civilization.
Natural evolution and elimination are too slow for the great lord. He needs the whole world to move forward more effectively, and he seems to be tired of playing the game of planning the world, but secretly, Tyrion is very interested in Azeroth.
In fact, Si's interference in the future has never stopped, and the Council of Forgotten Kings, which is responsible for inspecting and supervising the situation of various civilizations, is the most accurate brush and the sharpest knife in his hand to interfere with the future of the world.
"For three consecutive civilization assessments, the mainstream civilizations in Azeroth have achieved very impressive results. After the last disciplinary war, the progress of Kaldorei in the past few years has also been surprising... I occasionally
I will wonder if the forgotten kings are cheating and treating the rules I set as nothing because they care about their homeland or simply because they feel sorry for their sons and daughters."
The high lord flipped through the documents in his hand and said to the shadow floating behind him:
"After all, I'm too busy. I don't have time to participate in every civilization assessment. I can only hand over this terrible power to my forgotten kings. Now it seems that they are doing a good job. You see, even
The most unruly bear people have formed large tribes, and the centaurs in Desolation are preparing to establish a khanate. They are also starting to understand the weight of civilization, which is good."
Tyrion put the document in his hand aside. He looked down at the ancient god Yogg-Saron, who was becoming weaker and weaker under the constant siege of mortal heroes. He lost his soul and ability to think.
After that, the threat of this ancient god has become too small. Those weird void spells can no longer be used, and the power of the void instinctively emitted by the ancient god will be difficult to defeat this group of mortals in a short period of time.
The strongest among them.
Although the disgusting mass of flesh and blood was still resisting with difficulty under the bombardment of holy light, fire and the moon god's magic, in fact, anyone who knew a little bit about the battle knew that the outcome was already decided.
The high lord looked at the mass of flesh and blood, as if he saw the ancient gods in mythology who were besieged by mortals and finally fell in the flow of blood... The reopening of Ulduar and the appearance of the guardian represent Eze
The civilization of Lars has returned to the glory of the mythical age. The creatures have become more and more aware of their origins and the past of their ancestors, and they have begun to assume their sacred missions again.
And now, the ancient god Yogg-Saron finally fell into the hands of mortals, marking the final end of the legendary story about Ulduar. At least from now on, this is a happy ending that can satisfy everyone.
The ending of the story.
Tyrion Dawnblade, this great lord who is always critical of mortal civilization, rarely showed his affirmation at this moment.
"I no longer wonder, and I no longer doubt."
"These are indeed the bravest and most powerful warriors in the world of Azeroth. They have crossed half the world to come here. Maybe their purpose is not pure, but it doesn't matter. I have got what I want.
I have seen the results. They have the ability to do good things for the world, and they are willing to do so..."
A satisfied smile flashed through the ice-blue eyes of the great lord. He looked back at the shadows behind him. At some point, members of the Council of Forgotten Kings appeared there. The great lord looked at them and whispered.
explain:
"You have done your job very well, you have trained them well... This is the civilization I want to see, a civilization that is vigorous, full of courage and hope, and I hope they continue to maintain this status quo.
, and this work will continue to be completed by you..."
As he spoke, the great lord stretched out his hand, patted the thick pile of documents beside his hand, and said to the forgotten kings in front of him:
"The mortals have won. They have passed the civilization assessment again. According to the plan, the next round of assessment period will be extended to 20 years later. I believe that these 20 years will be very exciting."
"As for those stubborn civilizations..."
Tyrion's eyes focused on the document in his other hand. He handed the document to the great lich Anastarian Sunstrider in front of him and said softly:
"In the name of the High Lord of the Dark Blade Legion, I hereby authorize the commander of the Dead Sea Fleet, Dailin Proudmoore, to have the highest level of war authority..."
"This is my last warning to Naga and their queen... If they are still unwilling to let go of their past glory and bow their heads to integrate into the rules of the new world, then..."
