Chapter 817 The Suspended Mission The Expectations of the Eternal
Sarlayan: "???"
"You mean, let us dive into the Abyss?"
Sarlayan pointed at himself quite speechlessly: "Are you sure this isn't sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth?"
"After years of management and the secret assistance of Denathrius, the Maw has been built into the warden's lair. With our strength, entering the Maw, isn't it definitely like a meat bun beating a dog, and there will be no return?"
Gristia also agreed with Saryan's point of view: "Yes, your current strength is definitely not enough."
"According to the information left by the soldier master, Zoval has long since gotten rid of the seal imposed on him by the soldier master, and has established a large-scale army in the Maw."
"If you don't have demigod-level strength, you won't be able to defend yourself against thousands of troops. And among you..."
Gristia looked at Onyxia, who was dozing on Sarlayan's shoulder: "Only this black dragon lady's strength meets the standard. If the others enter the abyss together, they will not be able to perform at all against Zoval's army.
How much effect.”
"Um?"
Onyxia lazily opened her eyes: "You won't let me be a lone hero, will you? Then I won't do it, I haven't lived enough yet."
Gristia shook her head in a funny way: "Of course not. What I mean is that you need to improve your strength as soon as possible. It is best to break through the limits of mortals before you go deep into the abyss to rescue the leader."
The four of Sarlayan exchanged confused looks, and Stellagosa asked doubtfully: "Is there enough time? According to the current progress, we will need at least several years... or even more than ten years to break through the bottleneck.
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"Zoval has accelerated the progress of his plan. Can the Shadow Realm... be able to sustain it until all of us break through?"
Gristia shrugged helplessly: "What else? You can't bring people from all over the universe to help, right?"
"Let's not talk about whether my Kyrians can find a suitable candidate after their busy work. With such an obvious move, Denathius will definitely find out the clues, which will lead to him breaking up with us in advance."
"Facing Zoval who is trapped in the abyss and unable to escape is completely different from facing two Eternals at the same time."
"We cannot fall out with Denathrius just yet until we are ready to officially launch an attack to rescue our leader."
Speaking of this, Gristia particularly praised Sarlayan's layout.
"Thanks to your advice, Revendreth has raised a sizable rebel army."
"As long as we continue to provide secret help to Prince Renathor and the Stone Forger, Denathrius will not be able to defeat them so easily, which will provide you with more time to grow."
Before Sharlayan sneaked into the Shadow Realm, it was not that there were no other living beings there.
But most of the living who accidentally entered the Shadow Realm have not stepped into the threshold of demigods. The only exception is Queen Azshara ten thousand years ago.
Since the creation of the physical universe by the Firstborn, the Shadow Realm has always existed, with the exception of Azshara over the years. This shows how difficult it is for the demigods to enter the Shadow Realm.
What? Wild demigod?
The wilderness demigods who enter the Shadow Realm and await resurrection are already in soul form. As long as they have been contaminated by the soul breath of the Shadow Realm, they will also be bound by the rules of the Shadow Realm.
The question comes back again, where should we find demigods who meet the required strength, and convince them to venture into the Abyss where Zoval is in charge, facing the risk of being completely destroyed if they fail?
Except for Sarlayan, who is born with a God's perspective and a full view of the overall situation, who is born with a life of hard work, which demigod would be willing to give up the good life in the material world and foolishly risk everything just to solve the crisis in the world of the dead that is beyond his reach?
Demigods who have escaped the limits of mortals have eternal and unlimited lifespans. Some demigods with overwhelming self-confidence do not even think that they will die one day.
In this case, why risk everything for a crisis that you don't know will come?
Not every material world is as delicious as Azeroth, and everyone wants to take a bite.
The tragedy is that Sharlayan and others happen to be the natives of Azeroth.
According to the development of the original history, if the threats of Zoval and Denathrius are not resolved, sooner or later the crisis in the Shadow Realm will spread to Azeroth.
The Aspect Dragon and the dragon clan that support the planet's barrier cannot leave Azeroth without permission.
The Titan Guardians are still divided now, and a fierce civil war may break out in Ulduar at some point. There are not many demigods in Azeroth who can move freely and meet the standards.
Rather than placing hope on outsiders who don't know whether they are trustworthy, it is better to look forward to one of our own, Sarlayan, who still carries the title of Acting Margrave of Creation.
After the barrage's explanation, Sarlayan finally straightened out his thoughts.
To put it simply, for the future safety of Azeroth, he couldn't help but help the Shadow Realm.
"Hey~"
After thinking about this, Sarlayan smiled bitterly and patted his forehead.
"Okay, I will tentatively promise to enter the Maw Abyss to rescue the soldier master in the future."
"But the ugly thing is ahead. I still have a lot of things to do in Azeroth. I can't just stay in seclusion regardless of it. I'm not sure when I will be able to break through and become a demigod."
"Your Excellency Gristia, are you sure you can hold on to the Shadow Realm until the day we break through?"
Gristia smiled wryly and shrugged: "Whether we can or not, we must work hard to persevere. After all, there is no better way at the moment."
Without the leader of the army, the Winter Queen and Gristia, who are at the bottom among the Eternals, may not be able to handle even one Denathrius, let alone the more difficult Zoval.
At present, Ardenweald and Ascension Bastion can only support the rebel army raised by Prince Renathor and the Stoneforger as much as possible to distract Denathrius.
The eyes of the country.
This is definitely not an easy task, but until a better plan is thought of, the situation in the Shadow Realm can only be maintained like this, and we must wait patiently for the day when the breaking point comes.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The mission of rescuing the leader cannot be carried out for the time being, and Sarlayan's mission in the Shadow Realm can only be suspended here.
Next, it’s up to the Winter Queen and Gristia’s efforts.
Knowing part of the inside story in advance, Sarlayan speculated that gathering the resources of the three major kingdoms and the eternal city of Oribos should be able to delay Denathrius for a long time.
Zoval's most important spies in Ardenweald, Bastion of Ascension and Maldraxxus have been eliminated one after another, but there will definitely be some spies with less important identities. This can only be left to the internal sources of the three major countries.
Sober.
Onyxia, who had been feeling unmotivated, finally became energetic after hearing this.
"So, we can finally go home?"
Sarlayan smiled and knocked Onyxia's dragon horn: "That's right. We have done everything we can. We are not able to complete the next task yet. Let's go home and work hard to level up."
Before leaving Ascension Bastion, Thalayan witnessed the reconciliation between the Forsworn and Kyrian.
With Gristia's proactive concession, the two factions successfully reached an agreement and rejoined the command of the consul Gristia.
In return, Gristia will discuss with the five great saints and many civil representatives to develop a set of revised laws suitable for promotion to the fortress.
After bidding farewell to Gristia, the four-person team used the unlocked official space channel to go to the Arden Fairyland through Oribos' transfer.
The Winter Queen's view is similar to that of Gristia. She also believes that now she can only hibernate temporarily and wait for the day when the breaking point comes.
Finally, Sharlayan returned to Maldraxxus.
Bwonsamdi has completed the fusion of Zloth, the Blighted Realm, and Hell's Abyss, and the area of the Death Subplane controlled by Sharlayan has been greatly expanded.
With the joint assistance of the Winter Queen and Gristia, the newly born Blighted Realm of Zlos established a direct connection with the Academy of Creation.
Every once in a while, as the acting Marquis Sarlayan, he needs to cross the distance between the two realms to come to the Creation Secret Courtyard to handle official business until the new Marquis of Creation is elected.
Before that, Sarlayan had to put in the effort to select two suitable barons to help him manage the daily affairs of the Creation Secret Courtyard.
After all, Durotan and Wilfred are barons of the Soul Selection Academy and have their own official duties to deal with.
It's okay to let them take over the job temporarily, but it's impossible for them to stay in the Secret Academy of Creation to help for a long time.
"Baron..."
Sharlayan and his party, together with Bwonsamdi who came to greet them, crossed the gate from the Shadow Realm to the Blighted Realm.
Through Bwonsamdi's transformation, the exit from the Blighted Realm was relocated to Quel'Thalas, an uninhabited forest on the outskirts of the Marquis of Deep Shadow.
While distractedly following Valeela and others toward Unicorn Town, the capital of the territory, Sarlayan frowned while flipping through the list of members of the Academy of Creation, which recorded the names and specialties of those who had the potential to become barons.
"Hey~ I've come to my senses now. Let's find another time to choose slowly later."
Valeela waved her hand twice in front of Sarlayan's eyes: "We're home. Let's take a good rest these days to get rid of the fatigue of the journey. There's no need to be in a hurry anyway."
"Breathe~blow~"
Sarlayan took a deep breath and felt the atmosphere of his long-lost hometown. The familiar air mixed with a little arcane energy was sucked into his body, finally giving him a real feeling of going home.
"That's right, there's no end to the work. Let's relax for a few days... Does anyone want to go to Windrunner Beach for vacation with me?"