At the same time, in the ancient secret courtyard, someone suddenly raised his head from the dead silence of practice:
"He awakened the forbidden power again..."
In the magnificent palace, someone frowned:
"Which bad guy offended Him?... He wasn't one of ours, was he?"
High above the temple, the gods mingling with each other suddenly became silent.
They looked at each other, and a mysterious atmosphere gradually became stronger...
And those creatures intertwined with chaos and killing are muttering some indescribable madness:
"Happy! The elder finally remembered the long-forgotten greenskin army! Our wahhhg faction will finally see the light of day again!"
"Come on! Guys, for the sake of the elders, let's start a grand waaaaagh in the multiverse!!!"
——This is crazy
Of course, even in the multiverse, not many beings know this information.
The multiverse is simply too vast - and it is not very rational to spend a lot of effort to peer into the information of a powerful being with the element of time.
More often than not, it is those beings who are already involved in the relevant fate who can catch a glimpse of it under the murmur of the night.
Na Yi didn't know this, she just took a rare opportunity to really calm down and read the books in front of her.
Those pale words no longer seem to be words.
pattern?
No, except for the picture on the title page, Nayi did not see any pictures in the subsequent reading.
But even those words lying there quietly and firmly seem to carry some kind of fiery power!
It gradually rose to a certain temperature, causing Nayi's breathing to become rapid and violent.
It was a kind of excitement, a kind of... wild call for battle and blood!
An invisible force is entangled around Na Yi.
In the field of energy, it is like a pocket star ring.
Countless planets the size of particles turned into light and electricity and appeared in the star ring.
This is her mother's protection for her children, and it is also the inheritance of the ancient power of the stars.
Of course, as we all know, the protoss are not inherently benevolent beings.
Their power is more often a cold, disordered one, originating from some powerful source of power in the sea of stars and the void.
How to present a specific form depends fundamentally on the user's will and means.
The individual chooses the force, and the force chooses the individual.
In the multiverse, the relationship between great forces and individuals is always reciprocal.
Sometimes it is as gluey as a mortal thing in love, and sometimes it is as absolutely neutral as a cold program screening.
Not everyone can control and control those dangerous and taboo powers at will.
Especially in the words tainted with evil and chaos, everything will become even more unpredictable...
But sometimes, there will always be some special individuals.
It was as if a complete existence had been split invisibly, with half of it turning into an independent individual, and the other half turning into the power of chaos.
When it is integrated with him/her, an indescribable composite reaction occurs.
At some point, the old man in the Taoist temple slowly opened his eyes.
He stared quietly, and the surrounding gradually became restless, and a bright, shimmering Nayi appeared.
Those weak powers are not worth mentioning...
What he focused on was a touch of silver in the shining star ring...
interesting……
The old man's gaze gradually became deep, and between the narrow slits that shrank like a dragon's vertical pupils, a touch of gold gradually emerged...
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Bagara is a green-skinned orc, although of course they are not called that name now.
It seems like something from a spiritual communicator?
Bagara didn't catch a cold very much.
It is an old green skin.
When Arnold's starry sky was still full of lead clouds filled with powerful radiation, it was born in a deserted corner.
It may be that Bagara has gained strong radiation resistance due to its derivation as a radiation species.
Or perhaps the long-term confrontation with radiation has allowed the greenskins to gradually unlock the blood talent tree to resist radiation.
Therefore, Bagala was able to survive the long and barbaric "Annold pioneering" period by luck.
Bagala didn't have much memory of this. He only remembered that it was indeed an extremely boring day that was not worth remembering.
Later, there was the first war with the Burning Legion.
That was Bagala's happiest moment, and it was also the only one he participated in, a massive waaaagh!
The sky was burning with green fire, and there were many enemies, big and strong.
Very enjoyable!
Looking back now, Bagala still feels endless aftertaste.
It's a pity that it can't go out and beat people now.
Occasionally, if you are lucky, you will be assigned a mortal object that can be prayed to the elders to gain strength.
Most of them were skinny and small, and the teachings were not very satisfying.
Most of the time, Bagala is in a state of unconscious sleep.
The permanent transformation of a life form should theoretically free it and its brethren from the control and influence associated with physical hormones.
But not all flames will be dimmed, just like the skin and flesh buried deep under the earth.
Under the crushing force of thousands of years, those weak and useless ones were crushed, melted, and rotted.
When the thick soil and rocks are dug up after thousands of years, under the bright sunshine, the darkness as deep as the void is telling some kind of depression, some kind of danger...
Maybe it only takes one spark to illuminate the fire thousands of years ago, and you will still keep your appointment...
Bagara heard that some greenskins chose certain orcs or humans as their partners and accompanied them in battle as spirits.
But for an old greenskin who has experienced a grand waaagh, it is really a boring thing like playing house.
A fight between a few bodies, a fight with hundreds of swords, guns and sticks, or even fire and haze that stretches for kilometers...
Those young cubs, born in the Emerald Dream, may be satisfied with this and the short, weak wild feedback.
But would that satisfy an old green-skin like Bagara?
No……
In the gloomy dream, Bagala took a puff of dry tobacco from his mouth.
It likes this gadget brought by a human it taught before.
Perhaps it was because the smoke rising with the sparks made it feel like it was returning to the battlefield burning with green fire...
No one knows how many layers there are in the Emerald Dream.
But there should always be that kind of dream - its sky is as dark as lead clouds, and the ground is a withered and barren brown earth.
Bagara likes to stay in that kind of dreamland, so that he doesn't have to listen to the nagging of those young cubs.
At this moment, Bagala suddenly heard a certain voice.
It was a childish voice that should belong to a human girl.
She suppressed her voice and tried some kind of call quietly and intermittently:
"waa..."
"waaaagh."
Bagala responded equally quietly, with a voice that had never been so soft.