Everything that Mantujo has gained since his rise was inseparable from C'Thun's help. Suddenly contact with his master was cut off, and the grand prime minister, who was calm and confident in front of outsiders, was completely panicked.
Anxious Mantujo searched for clues everywhere, and finally got the exact answer in Ahn'Qiraj next door.
His most admired master, the great ancient god, C'Thun, the Thousand-Eyed Demon, was sealed underground by the mortal coalition of Azeroth and the Guardian Dragon Clan, and could not escape the seal for at least tens of thousands of years.
"Heaven is going to kill me!"
After spending several years in a state of confusion, Mantujo came back to his senses and was angry to find that Neferset, who had once suppressed Ossi and beat him, was actually beaten to the door of his house by the enemy.
With the full assistance of the wallflower Ramukahen, the coalition forces of the two tribes overwhelmed Neferset on the frontal battlefield.
If the war situation continues like this, Neferset, who is already aggressively armed, will be brought down sooner or later if Ramukahen, who has sufficient logistical supplies, provides resources.
And that day won't come too late.
It wasn't until the enemy came to the city and his life was threatened that Mantujo, who had been paralyzed, finally woke up from a dream, steeled himself and came up with a strategy that could change the situation of the battle.
"Quick! Hurry up! We must launch a surprise attack before the sandstorm ends!"
Mantujo's eyes were bloodshot with a distorted expression. He had not yet fulfilled his childhood dream...or in other words, his ambition. He did not want to die yet, so he tried every means to overcome this difficulty.
"Boom!"
The Neferset soldier who was accelerating at the front suddenly bumped into a solid cylindrical object. His comrades who were following him couldn't stop and bumped into it. The scene suddenly turned upside down.
"What?!"
Mantujo looked at his subordinates who had fallen into a ball in astonishment, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the place where the incident occurred.
In the sky full of yellow sand, Mantuho could just barely see a giant cylinder that looked like a human leg falling from the sky.
"boom!"
The huddled Neferset soldiers were trampled into a pulp. I am among you, and you are among me.
"I have been waiting for you for a long time, Grand Vizier Mantujo."
A small vacuum area suddenly appeared in the sandstorm, and the reverse wind blew away all the sand within a certain range.
A handsome bipedal intelligent creature appeared in front of Mantujo. The smile on his face made him subconsciously disgusted.
This look was something Mantujo had seen a lot in his childhood.
It was a look of superiority that thought everything was under control.
Saryan did not expect that in such a short period of time, Mantujo would have a lot of random thoughts and even label him as a class enemy.
In fact, Sarlayan was not complacent because of the successful counter-sneak attack. The war was not over yet.
Using the wind generated by the power of nature to isolate the surrounding sand and dust, Sarlayan stood in the sky like a bright light in the dark night, and could be vaguely seen even from a long distance.
Vadier and Faoris, who were behind to supervise the battle, also noticed the sparks in the distance, and they both let out a sigh of relief.
"Sure enough, the envoy guessed it. I'm ashamed."
Vadier patted Faoris on the shoulder: "Don't worry, leave the side battlefield to the envoy. We also have our own tasks to complete."
"Huni!"
"exist!"
"Let the soldiers stand by and be ready for battle at any time. Once the sandstorm dissipates, immediately order the entire army to launch a general attack!"
"yes!"
…
Seeing the giant stone statue structures emerging one after another behind Sarlayan, Mantujo's original ferocious expression became dull, and the fire of will to fight resolutely against the class enemy was almost extinguished on the spot.
"Impossible! Why can you control these dangerous war colossi!"
"Colossus of War?"
Sarlayan looked back at the huge structures with humanoid forms: "Ah~ you said this."
"I'm more accustomed to calling them... Anubisas."
Sarlayan patted the thick calf of Anubisas 105 beside him, and took the opportunity to inject the golden thunder of world purification into its body.
"Boom!"
The sound of thunder suddenly sounded over the battlefield covered by a sandstorm.
Under the control of Anubisas 105, golden thunder and lightning tore through the clouds and fell to the ground.
This time it's not just about control and warning. In this desert with extreme visibility, the screams of the Tol'vir can be heard every second.
There were only four people on Sarlayan's side, plus less than ten Anubisas at most. It was obvious that the screams could not have come from them.
Mantuho's strength is not outstanding, and under C'Thun's careful training for more than ten years, he has entered the realm of legend.
He used various shadow spells very skillfully, and the mental whipping and mind blasting continued to impact Sarlayan's soul.
However, this is of no use.
The soul of Sarlayan, who holds the power of death and the Realm of Blight, is much tougher than ordinary people. After Shang Xi's rigorous training, his mental weaknesses have been made up for, and his will is not so easily defeated by mental attacks.
Saryan didn't know what was going on with Mantujo. There were three weaker-looking people standing beside him, but this guy was staring at him hysterically chasing and beating him.
"drink!"
Facing Mantujo's continuous mental attacks, Sarlayan charged towards him, raised his hand and made a powerful and heavy vertical chop.
Just when Varajar's sword was about to hit the target, Sarayan suddenly felt uncontrollable panic and subconsciously wanted to run away.
"Psychic scream?"
Due to the effect of the passive talent Endless Fighting Will, Sarlayan will always maintain a high fighting spirit in fierce battles, and the effects of mind control spells will be greatly reduced.
The time that Sarlayan couldn't control his body only lasted about a second, and he didn't run around in panic as Mantuho expected, but just stayed in place and couldn't move.
The unexpected situation was somewhat beyond Mantujo's expectations, but he climbed up from the bottom and did not lack the fighting spirit at critical moments.
Unable to force Sarlayan away, he simply pulled out a dark purple short knife flowing with strange energy from his waist.
"Great ancient god, please give me the power to tear the light apart!"
Sarlayan instinctively felt the ominous aura from this short knife. Once he was scratched by it, he would definitely suffer more than just superficial injuries.
With two swords in hand, Sarlayan doesn't have to worry about the imbalance of offense and defense.
He attacks with one sword, and leaves a long sword in his left hand ready for use.
"clang!"
Valajar's battle sword collided with the strange dagger in Mantujo's hand in mid-air.
How could the caster's physical fitness be better than that of a warrior? The moment the weapon came into contact, Mantujo's body fell back uncontrollably.
If the Tol'vir's four-legged structure hadn't provided a relatively stable base, this guy would most likely be blown away by the force of the earthquake.
Sarlayan, who thought he could block the enemy's attack, was not having a good time at this time.
As the weapons collided, the thing hidden in the dagger took the opportunity to get into his body and began to gnaw at his will.
"You can't save Quel'Thalas!"
"Can't save the Dragon Clan!"
"You can't even save the people around you!"
“Your rice treasure chest is fully guaranteed!”
Except for a strange thing mixed in at the end, all the previous bewitchments have matching pictures.
Sharlayan saw the Sunwell contaminated by the power of death, the collapsed Wyrmrest Temple, and Valeera dying in his arms.
Many fragmented pictures flashed before his eyes, and Sarlayan's emotions were unconsciously aroused by these disturbing and angry pictures.
"Recover! Don't be fooled by the power of the void!"
A familiar voice suddenly sounded in Sharlayan's soul. This was Onyxia's warning through the soul link.
While Sarlayan was stunned on the spot, Mantujo, with a ferocious look on his face, thought he had succeeded. Regardless of the torn tendon in his right hand, he once again thrust the knife and stabbed Sarlayan in the vital part of the chest.
A semi-god-level black dragon like Onyxia is a dimension-reducing attack for mortals. Unless it is absolutely necessary, Sarlayan will prohibit her from taking action, otherwise the training effect will not be achieved.
Onyxia stopped Valeera and Stellagosa who were about to get angry: "Shh~ don't get excited, Sharlayan is going to win."
Valeera anxiously tried to break free from the black dragon princess's grasp, but she was unable to do so because of the huge gap in strength.
"What are you talking about! Sarlayan is in danger...eh?"
Sarlayan, who had been standing motionless before, suddenly raised his sword like lightning and struck it horizontally. Mantujo, who was caught off guard, still had a ferocious smile on his face.
The sword flashed, and Mantujo's head was forcibly separated from his body starting from the neck.
Seeing Sarlayan's disgusting "arrogant" cold face gradually moving away, Mantujo muttered to himself in confusion.
"Why is it getting further and further away? I...cough! That headless body looks so familiar..."
"Whoa!"
Shaking off the blood stains on Valajar's sword, Sarlayan ignored Mantujo who had expired, walked to his body with a frown, and carefully looked at the strange-shaped dagger.
"What is this? A spiritual attack that even spiritual artifacts can't stop?"