News of En'zoth's fart spread outside of Ny'alotha, to Uldum's camp, and to the entire Alliance.
In just one hour, the entire alliance was connected to the Internet and everyone who could receive the broadcast knew the news that the last ancient god was killed by the hero group.
I don't know how many people in the alliance shed tears for this.
It’s so fucking difficult.
The ancient gods jump out one after another, causing world-destroying crises at every turn.
Not to mention ordinary people, even well-trained soldiers, who is not on tenterhooks?
It's all right now, one by one of the four ancient gods' 'family', they all burped neatly.
The people don't care that there was a fifth ancient god before, and they don't care that Y'Shaarj was not resurrected at all. They only know that the weather is clearing!
"Ohhhhh!"
"Down with the Ancient God!"
"Long live the Alliance!"
Who is crying and howling?
Who is making the noise?
Who is flourishing in poetry?
The fervent celebration of victory easily infected everyone. They stopped what they were doing and rushed into the streets to dance and celebrate without any thought.
“All drinks at the bar are free today!”
"Oh oh oh -"
Some soldiers screamed and ran into the warehouse, dug out the blank ammunition used in the exercise and fired into the sky in celebration. As a result, some idiot Sha Bo followed suit with live ammunition, almost causing casualties...
The scene returns to Ny'alotha.
The Faceless Men who had the deepest connection with En'Zoth were basically sucked dry when En'Zoth exploded, leaving only some evil seeds dormant in a corner of the city. But the rest of the non-lineage races, such as Mantid, Qiraji,
Insect people, twilight dragons, etc., with the defeat of En'zoth, they began to disperse.
It's a pity that Ny'alotha is a semi-independent space, blocking the only exit, and unable to retreat into the deeper space crack where Enzos originally stayed. Those who try to escape will be destroyed in the end.
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This is not something McDonald's needs to deal with.
"Lor'themar, Velen, I leave the aftermath to you."
"As ordered." The elf tool man bowed deeply and immediately ran to work.
Just as the Draini magic stick was about to leave, McDonald stopped him: "Your Excellency Velen, please stay a moment."
"Do you have any other instructions from your Excellency, Alliance Leader?" Brother Shengun bowed again.
"Now that the planet Azeroth has been explored, there are no evil forces." At this point, McDonald's eyes became stern: "But please remember, the alliance is an alliance of alliance members, and outsiders have no right to do so."
Qualified to intervene in alliance affairs."
Maraad next to Velen:???
On the contrary, Velen bowed deeply: "I will follow the teachings of the Alliance Bishop."
The three Delaini walked away, and when there was no one else around, Yin Ruier asked in a low voice: "Teacher, what does the leader mean..."
Velen lowered his voice: "Let the Draini remain independent and not obey the Naaru's will in everything."
Maraad was a little unhappy: "Our ten thousand-year relationship with the Naaru clan can't be instigated by outsiders?"
Velen shook his head: "No, your understanding is too much. The Alliance is a fairly inclusive organization that respects the teachings of the Holy Light and promotes Holy Light magic. What the Alliance is afraid of is the naaru interfering in the internal affairs of the Alliance through religion. This is
It’s actually a good thing for us Draini people. What’s more, for the first time in ten thousand years, we have a real place to live and settle down. The host’s request is very reasonable and normal.”
"I understand." Hooves and Maraad agreed in unison.
None of the three of them knew that McDonald was already on guard against those absolute Holy Light fanatics of the [Legion of Holy Light].
Then, McDonald's saw...Queen Azshara and her followers.
"Thank you, our lord, for giving us a new life. All the upper elves will definitely regard the Stratholme Empire as their suzerain country!" Queen Azshara looked very miserable and a little funny.
She was carried on a stretcher by several male Nagas.
I really don’t know what to say. At the critical moment, Enzos withdrew all its power.
It absorbed the biological tissue it gave away in exchange for the strongest blow, but was hit by the main cannon left behind by the Titan.
Under normal circumstances, those Nagas whose powers have been withdrawn cannot survive. It is not that easy to correct such a taboo thing as biological modification.
There is a prerequisite for the Holy Light to repair the body - the body remembers what it was like before.
If the body grows crookedly, for example, the body remembers that it is a tail instead of legs, then the holy light or natural magic stimulates the body to grow back, and it must be the tail.
It has been 10,000 years since the Highborne fell into the form of Naga. Their bodies have long forgotten what it is like to be a Highborne, so there is nothing wrong with calling their condition [DNA disorder].
Enzos suddenly withdrew his power, and each of them became like human sticks. Under normal circumstances, they would be hopeless.
The key point is: there is such a time traveler who personally went to the ancient war, and the system also perfectly recorded the body data of Azshara and other high-level elves.
Compare it slightly with the current night elves, and add more element-adaptive cells. What is impossible for mortals to do [body memory restoration], McDonald did it. This is the 'resurrection' of the highborne elves.
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Of course, this is only for the original high-level elves who became Nagas. After their fall, the Nagas that were reborn by themselves did not have such body memory. And Enzos's understanding of these Nagas
Power extraction is more like a kind of power squeezing rather than the recycling of body tissue.
Azshara came here wrapped in a blanket, her body was extremely weak, and her hands and feet were completely weak.
Most of the body's tissues are regenerated at a high speed, and the whole body feels hollow to her, with an empty skin.
Even though it was so miserable, it could not hide the excitement and fanaticism on her and her men's faces.
Ten thousand years!
A full ten thousand years!
The most beautiful highborne elf at that time was reduced to an ugly one. I really don't know how I survived this period of time.
She declared her allegiance to McDonald on the spot.
McDonald also thinks this is the right thing to do. Anyway, Azeroth is magical enough, even the light-forged undead have been created, including a [light-forged naga].
Facing Azshara, McDonald raised his eyelids slightly: "You...can still command Naga?"
Azshara's thoughts moved, and the spiritual network in her mind spread. As always, she received spiritual responses representing loyalty, and the voices of "See Her Majesty the Queen" kept coming.
"The Indestructible King of the Great Village"
Originally, the Highborne were not a race with weak mental power. After they became Nagas and mixed up with Enzos, who was good at mental control, they developed a mental control system similar to that used by the Lich King to control his subordinates from a distance.
As the being at the top of the system, Azshara's authority is absolute.
She was sure.
"Of course!" Azshara lowered her head deeply.
"Very good! Remember, what I gave to you and your people can be taken back at any time."
"My control over Naga is absolute. My loyalty to His Majesty Stratholme is also absolute." Azshara hurriedly swore. (To be continued)
