As Robbie had guessed before, the battle with the Scourge caused Tyran to age.
But the reason has not been found out yet. Robbie and Kel'Thuzad still looked serious, paying close attention to the changes in Tyran's body.
The soldiers of the Silver Crusade were so brave. Facing more and more Scourge legions, they were not afraid of death. They shouted for Azeroth and rushed into the martial arts arena bravely.
Most of them had no armor and wielded crude wooden weapons. Due to many days of hunger and cold, their bodies were so thin that even walking was a problem.
With the passion in his heart, he started a desperate battle with the resurrected natural disaster soldiers.
Initially, although signs of aging had appeared, it did not affect Tailan's strength. He cast spells as quickly as possible.
Frostmourne keeps emitting soul fragments and resurrects the fallen soldiers of the Northern Expedition, but it is far unable to keep up with the rate of sacrifice of the Silver Crusade.
It didn't take long for the Crusaders' martial arts field to become a terrifying Shura field. Corpses were piled up layer by layer, almost filling the entire martial arts field, and the ground was soaked red with blood.
As more and more corpses accumulated, Tailan could already touch the ceiling. Above his head was the hole he had just made. The entire martial arts arena was already filled with corpses.
Even so, the soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition remained unafraid. Driven by the terrifying power, their pupils showed an ominous red color, and they rushed towards the Scourge without fear of death.
Finally, quantitative changes led to qualitative changes, and aging became more and more serious, affecting Tailan's strength. He staggered violently and almost fell to the ground, his body swaying slightly.
At the same time, the corpses resurrected by Tailan also showed signs of aging to varying degrees. Many of them were old people who were like candles in the wind, with wrinkles on their faces and shambling steps.
Only the undead that were resurrected using orc soul fragments showed no signs of aging and brutally slaughtered the Silver Crusade.
Tyran held onto Frostmourne with both hands. He stopped resurrecting the dead and looked around cautiously.
A ray of milky white light continued to spread in the field of vision, and the figure wrapped in the power of moonlight was condescending, waving a bright scythe in his hand, and slashed at Tailan.
At this moment, Tyran was controlled by Kel'Thuzad and had good fighting instincts. He waved Frostmourne and faced him. Frostmourne collided with the scythe.
There was a crisp loud noise, and the sickle broke into pieces, scattering on the hill-like pile of corpses.
The figure wrapped in the power of the moonlight quickly retreated. The power of the moonlight dissipated, revealing the face of the divine envoy.
Tailan's blow left a terrible wound on the left shoulder of the divine envoy, revealing the trunk-like body inside, with clear textures and no blood flowing out.
The envoy panted violently. When he saw Tailan take a step back, he laughed and said:
"Alsace, it turns out that you have been weakened to this point. I still remember that in the world of Argus, you killed five abyss lords with one sword and frightened Mannoroth to flee. If it were you at that time, I would
He is already a dead man."
Hearing this, Kel'Thuzad of Icecrown Citadel suddenly showed a surprised expression.
"How did he know? Is the Moon God connected with the Burning Legion?"
The Scourge established a base in the world of Argus and once launched a life-and-death battle with the Burning Legion, which ended with Mannoroth's escape.
The details were actually known to the divine envoy. Obviously there was a big problem here.
Robbie thought for a moment and whispered: "This is an important clue and must be pursued."
Silence is the best response. In order to prevent Tailan from being exposed, Robbie did not let him make a sound.
Seeing Arthas holding Frostmourne in both hands and maintaining a fighting posture, the envoy sneered:
"Yes, Arthas, I am still no match for you now, but as more and more people of Azeroth die at the hands of the Scourge, you will become weaker and weaker. It won't take long for the Alliance and
The Horde's army will attack Icecrown Citadel, and hundreds of thousands of people will die. I'm afraid you won't even be able to pick up Frostmourne. You have already been defeated, Arthas."
The God's Messenger inadvertently revealed an important piece of information: if the Scourge kills the people of Azeroth, it will cause itself to age.
Kel'Thuzad looked puzzled and said suspiciously:
"Strange, something is wrong. Before the onset of aging, except for hunting down orcs, we had never massacred the creatures of Azeroth."
Robbie was also confused: "How can the orcs be considered the people of Azeroth?"
Kel'Thuzad smiled bitterly and shook his head: "There are too many mysteries here, and I don't know how to solve them."
Robbie carefully analyzed: "We assume that the angel did not lie. Azeroth rejected the Scourge because we killed too many people of Azeroth. No matter how the moon god did it, the first problem is to solve
Lose the power of repulsion.”
Kel'Thuzad nodded: "We need to conduct more experiments, which means more sacrifices."
Obviously, the envoy of God used an ability similar to the courage aura of Uther the Lightbringer on the soldiers of the Silver Crusade, so that the soldiers of the Northern Expedition bravely died.
But this is exactly what the Scourge Legion needs. Through research on Tyran's aging process, they try to find out the rules and then find a solution.
Robbie controlled Tailan and made a slightly magnetic and majestic voice:
"So it turns out that it is indeed a trick of the Moon Goddess Elune, but I have found a solution."
Tyran took out a soul ball from his arms, which contained a large amount of orc soul essence, threw it into his mouth and swallowed it.
After the soul ball entered his belly, Tailan's strength steadily increased, he was freed from his aging state, and almost returned to his peak level.
The divine messenger's face was as dark as water, and he said in a low voice: "Arthas, it turns out that the rumors are true. You feed on the soul essence of the orcs to relieve your own aging, but this is meaningless. Azeroth's rejection is
It is irreversible, you will eventually pay for your crimes."
He was unable to extract any useful information from the envoy, but Robbie did not give up. He controlled Tailan and said loudly:
"Yes, as time goes by, I need more and more orc soul essence to alleviate aging. I have already predicted that the orc soul essence will eventually become ineffective one day, but before this day comes, I swear to remove the orc soul essence from
Erase Azeroth."
Tailan grasped Frostmourne with both hands and thrust it hard on the top of the hill where the corpses were piled up.
The huge power of death gathered, and the flesh and blood of tens of thousands of Silver Northern Expeditionary Army soldiers gradually merged together. When the envoy was shocked, he turned into a flesh and blood monster with countless tentacles.
The monster's countless tentacles struck the ground together, and the ground trembled regularly. Finally, it could not withstand the terrifying power of resonance. After a loud rumbling sound, the ground collapsed, and the entire Crusaders' training ground collapsed and fell into the ground.
Into the dark abyss.
The divine envoy looked into the abyss and found that hidden under the martial arts arena, Y'Shaarj's flesh and blood had disappeared. This was obviously the work of the Scourge.
"Alsace."
Behind the angel, the phantom of the moon god Elune gnashing her teeth appeared:
"You forced me to do this. If you die, the Scourge Legion will surely perish."