A hazy city seems to be standing on the ruins of Uldum, almost at the southernmost tip of the continent of Kalimdor.
This city in the purple-black mist seems like a desolate and uninhabited ghost town.
Looking from a distance, you can vaguely see a few trees with teeth and claws. The obelisk erected on the side of the road is probably one of the few iconic buildings in this ghostly city.
Except for the floating eyeballs on the obelisk, it seems that once the eyeballs turn occasionally, there is no trace of any living things, as if this is a lonely world.
Azeroth is so big that similar scenery would be considered a mirage if placed anywhere else.
This time it's a little different.
The sudden flash of arcane light on the ruins of Uldum and the sharp blast of elements broke the silence between heaven and earth.
The mysterious space magic is like a sharp scimitar, tearing apart the tricks of the ancient gods, breaking through the seemingly thin space barrier, revealing the full view of the huge capital city behind the fog.
"Enemy attack!"
The ancient language of the Faceless Men echoes near the gates of the awakening city of Ny'alotha.
In the purple ravine near the city gate that was theoretically a moat, two huge, translucent, illusory tentacles suddenly appeared, blocking the incoming arcane light group.
The arcane energy group the size of a car exploded under the resistance of the defense system, turning into huge fireworks.
In the ruins of Uldum, the sound of rustling footsteps gradually became heard, and soon turned into the loud sound of thousands of troops galloping.
One after another figures gradually emerged from the morning mist.
A three-story tall faceless man stood at the gate of Ny'alotha, staring into the distance, letting the cold morning breeze blow through the gaps between the tentacles on its chin.
As far as the eye can see, there is a line of troops swarming with people. A huge army is heading towards Ny'alotha. Their numbers are so large that they are like a huge swarm of insects.
However, this is not a bug, this is a faceless man who is almost identical to the faceless man who guards Ny'alotha.
"Traitor——" The faceless general roared at the top of his lungs, fully expressing his anger.
That’s right!
The first batch of people to be killed were the traitor troops of the Faceless Men who had been brainwashed by the Cult of the Evil God and turned their guns to face Enzos.
What is a slap in the face?
This is a slap in the face!
The faceless men who are scattered in various space gaps and small spaces are actually brainwashed by the enemy!?
This kind of nonsense can even be traced back to the Titans fighting the Ancient Gods in the "War of the Lord" and the earlier era when the Dark Empires were attacking each other - the Faceless Men are a good thing. The other Ancient Gods saw it and thought it was a good thing, and then brainwashed them. Then he becomes his own thug.
It’s okay to be brainwashed by other ancient gods, but what does it mean to be brainwashed by a dirty god?
This is what makes the Faceless Generals feel most humiliated and angry.
Tens of thousands of faceless men fought like army ants from different tribes. They launched a fierce charge and collided fiercely along the borders of the city of Ny'alotha.
From the very beginning, each other used terrible dark magic to passionately exchange blows.
The black light cannon ripped open the skin on the opposite side, and countless tentacles were instantly blackened, exploded and flew away.
Then the huge tentacles like a battering ram continued to whip the enemy.
To the naked eye, there is no difference between these two groups of faceless men.
On the spiritual level, the completely different colors of mental fluctuations on both sides are the best system for identifying friend and foe.
The brilliance of spiritual power emanating from the Faceless Men of En'zoth is a purplish black.
What taints the gods is... the colorful black!
Ahem! In fact, black can be divided into more than two hundred kinds from light to dark. Ordinary people can't tell the difference with the naked eye, which doesn't mean that a faceless person can't tell the difference.
Enzos's henchmen roared and struck the traitors with tentacles as sharp as hacksaws.
The traitors also responded with heavy blows.
From a distance, a Faceless General sneered: "Superficial!"
Don't talk about it, even some twenty-five Nagas who secretly observed the battle were on tenterhooks.
The faceless man who controls the opponent turns to attack the opponent, which sounds wonderful, but in fact it consumes not the faceless man, but the mental power of the attacking party.
Mind control is definitely a very laborious and brain-consuming thing.
Basically, at the end of the fight, the one with the stronger quality and quantity of mental power will definitely win.
Just when the faceless men were fighting fiercely, on the alliance side, the former leader of the dirty god [Junchen Tianya] taught the younger generation: "Manipulate the opponent's faceless men to attack the ancient evil gods. There are always natives in the alliance who say that I am acting too hastily.
I feel that no matter how powerful we are, we cannot persevere. Let me tell you, this is wrong."
A group of new believers stretched their necks to listen to the teachings of the former leader.
"Let's just say it's too hasty. If it's too hasty and the other party lacks lubrication, it will undoubtedly cause pain. That's too hasty. But think about it, if you are a goblin, it doesn't matter. Right!
If we turn pollution into daily life, then how can we talk about exhausting our mental energy?"
The believers suddenly realized that there was a difference between acting too hastily and acting too hastily.
[Jun Muqi]: "What's more, we don't need to instigate opposition throughout the entire process."
He snapped his fingers, and the Union bombardment came.
"stop--"
At the end of the sky, countless "shooting stars" streaked across the sky. It seemed like the cannonballs were just moving forward slowly in the sky.
But the slowness is just an optical illusion. The closer you get, the faster the shell falls.
Terrifying barrages screamed as they passed over the ruins of Uldum, some even grazing the tops of some towers, causing strong winds.
When the 400mm Justice crashed to the ground, countless tentacle stumps were blown up all over the sky.
The exaggerated mental impact produced when thousands of faceless people died suddenly, formed a terrible resentment, and repeatedly washed away the spiritual circuits among the faceless people.
The screams of the dying and the panic before death turned into a terrifying spiritual torrent, attacking the minds of the faceless generals.
At this moment, the Cultists who had mastered the essence of infantry and artillery coordination began to attack collectively. They sat on tanks and armored vehicles, rushed over quickly, and launched a spiritual invasion towards the target they had secretly locked in early.
A few seconds later, the faceless generals under Enzos were in chaos.
"Love you - Qiu Mi!"
"7ki7ki Jiang Jiang!"
These burly faceless generals, whose limbs are all covered with tentacles, are full of weirdness when they dance house dances.
Think about it, when a faceless man with a lamprey mouth wears a cloth curtain as an apron and dances [Pure Land] with boneless hands and feet...
That style of painting is truly disgusting.
Except for the guys from the Evil God Cult, no normal person can bear it.
Fortunately, the dirty gods are more of a mental interference role, rather than a real main attack. Basically, they interfere, and then help lock the target in the system, and the ship girl will complete the long-range attack across the horizon.
The alliance's offensive went so smoothly that Queen Azshara, who was lurking back, was secretly frightened. (To be continued)
