During the game dungeon battle, you can hear C'Thun repeatedly nagging the following words:
"You are already dead."
"Your courage has completely disappeared."
"You will be abandoned by your friends."
"You would betray your friends."
"You are too weak."
"Your heart is going to explode."
Back when he was playing the game, McDonald found C'Thun annoying.
Now consider that a game on Earth is most likely a mental projection of a parallel world. So what C'Thun uses in Azeroth in reality is probably some kind of mental erosion combined with psychological suggestion.
The awakening of Tyrande, the magic stick, is undoubtedly the key to breaking the threat in C'Thun's heart.
"Holy Light! This evil is worth fighting!"
Well, even though Uther was roaring seriously, why did Mai's eyes fall on his own girl's "evilness" for no reason?
Starlight lingered on Tyrande's body, and the paladins also broke through the mental pressure. The more and more bright light on their bodies was evidence of breaking free from the shackles.
Taking this as an opportunity, McDonald held his head high and shouted:
"The one sent by the Pantheon to deal with C'Thun back then was Sargeras before he fell. I even killed Sargeras, so C'Thun is nothing!?"
yes!
What a fart!
The words are rude but not rude!
Sometimes, epiphany and relief are just what they are!
McDonald is a great man who can even kill President Sa. If you follow him, you will definitely win. What do you have to be afraid of?
Thinking of this, many people felt completely relieved.
A truly strong man can break through the spiritual shackles of the ancient gods by his own will.
The strong men in the second level can also succeed by placing their affection on the leader and relying on the determination to follow.
There seemed to be a phantom sound of "bang bang bang" in the air, indicating that the shackles were being broken off one by one and smashed to pieces.
The twenty or thirty heroes present, all of whom were strong-willed, raised their heads resolutely and stared at the red one-eye in the void without fear.
As an ancient god, C'Thun was so embarrassed that he immediately became furious.
A scene completely different from history happened.
"call out!"
Big-eyed C'Thun's eyes suddenly swelled, as if they were bloodshot, and his eyes changed from purple to red. A coquettish red light condensed in the huge yellow vertical pupils, and shot towards the place where the Twin Emperors' Hall was.
A massive light cannon!
What's even more terrifying is the destructive power displayed by this blow.
A huge cylindrical passage with a diameter of fifty meters connects from the main hall where C'Thun is to where McDonald and the others are.
The hard stone wall that the Sword Emperor could not destroy with his twenty-meter-long sword just now melted under the ultra-high temperature.
Maybe it’s the arrogance of the ancient gods!
Or maybe it's C'Thun's evil intention to slowly torture the heroes to death.
C'Thun did not hit any hero with this luminous cannon, but only used it as a way to open a path.
"Come down and die!" said this arrogant voice that spoke directly to the soul.
Gathering around the huge cave entrance, everyone saw the huge and twisted existence through the passage.
A pile of white tentacles resembling razor clams (Holy Son King) support a large purple-blue eyeball. On the floor around the eyeball, there are also a bunch of tentacles with eyeballs.
Just the sight of these swaying tentacles is enough to scare anyone with trypophobia to death on the spot.
Even if they were not frightened, it still caused psychological discomfort to the heroines.
McDonald put his hand on the delicate hand of the female pastor: "Kalia, if you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to come down."
The former princess's face was pale, but she shook her head firmly: "I don't feel well, but I will go down. My father almost destroyed the world. As an atonement for his father, I tried my best to protect the world. I am already the only one for our siblings."
Something that can be done.”
Following Kalia's gaze, McDonald saw Alsace with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.
At this time, the second fool, who had been tortured, still had time to make wisecracks. He patted the Balrog Hammer on his shoulder and said, "My sledgehammer is already hungry and thirsty."
this……
Azeris is so interesting after changing history!
Tyrande was surprised to find that McDonald stood up straight: "Your feet..."
"Okay. We can't keep the master waiting for a long time."
Of course, the countdown is not over, but the system allows him to use another mode to pay first.
Macdonken grinned, and then he was the first to walk down the huge circular hole diagonally downward. Then came Magni, Tyrande, Genn, Arthas...
The heroes seemed to be heading into hell without hesitation, which greatly moved the operators.
[Chu Jiayun]: "For us, this is just a game."
[gavempower]: "For them, for this Azeroth, this is a huge gamble that can only be won but not lost."
[Sniper No. 11]: "It's weird, why am I even remotely moved?"
[turbid wine invites refreshing breeze]: "Damn it, it would be great if we also had hero templates."
The operators stopped, and they just watched the heroes step into the abyss.
There is no way. If there are thousands of players with unlimited resurrection abilities and hero templates, they will inevitably become existences that cannot be accommodated by the laws of the planet Azeroth.
This is the limit of the world.
Besides, C'Thun has never been a super monster that can be defeated by human sea tactics!
Just as the heroes of the Alliance were about to engage in the final battle, the Horde had just killed [Hunter Ayamis].
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" Brainless roared, breathing in the turbid and hot air.
Varok turned to look at Vol'jin: "Are we making progress ahead of the Alliance?"
Vol'jin shook his head: "I don't know. According to the news a few days ago, the Alliance just broke through the blockade of the four insect leaders and challenged the twin emperors, the leaders of the Aqir insect people. I don't know what the result will be."
Varok: "We should hurry up. If the alliance's strong men face the ancient gods, there won't be any movement..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a blood-red light cannon passed through the roof of the temple in the distance and shot diagonally into the dry sky.
The evil will that was so strong that it seemed to be real, almost overflowing, and affecting even the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj, was immediately felt by the tribal heroes.
"Tch!" Brainless roared and spat hard on the sand.
No time to rest.
Little Saurfang roared: "Let's go and see if the Scarless One is an opponent worth fighting!"
Seeing the next generation of tribal heroes who were inexplicably excited but more impulsive than rational, Varok was both pleased and worried.
Suddenly he pouted: "Let fate decide everything!"
Thousands of miles away, outside the Uldaman region, Varian sat in his command vehicle and said similar words.
