Moghor didn't remember that he was dead. He was groggy and unclear. He didn't know where he was. He even forgot who he was. There was only darkness in front of him.
This is a strange world with no light or any living creatures, only darkness and coldness. Moghor feels like he is about to freeze.
In the most desperate darkness, he felt a glimmer of warmth and light in a certain direction, and his pursuit of light and warmth drove him forward.
In the darkness, there are many walkers like him. If they can't find the light, their walking speed will become slower and slower, and eventually they will freeze completely and stop.
Moghor was lucky enough to enter a patch of light and feel a slight warmth, but he was soon pushed away by a brute force and fell into darkness again.
"You can't stick to this, you have to try another one."
Moghor made a choice and walked towards another light. His decision was correct, and the souls of those who refused to give up and guarded the light were finally frozen.
The second light still rejected Moghor. He instinctively realized that before freezing, he must find a bright place, otherwise he would sink completely.
After being rejected many times in a row, Moghor had good luck. Before he was completely frozen, a light took him in, but he also pushed away others who approached him arrogantly.
The warmth and light made Moghor gradually wake up, his thoughts recovered little by little, and he remembered who he was.
He looked at his translucent body in surprise and realized that only his soul was left.
There was a bonfire nearby, and Moghor recognized the familiar figure. It was his father-in-law, Zuluhid, the chief of the Dragon Roar clan.
Zuluhid was half kneeling on the ground, his body burning, which was the source of warmth and light.
Zuluhid raised his head and said with a smile on his old face: "Moghor, I said, I will wait for you below."
"The fire on your body?" Moghor asked uneasily.
Zuluhid smiled bitterly and said: "When you are frozen, a fire will appear in your chest. You can choose to light the fire to burn yourself, or you can continue to endure the cold and darkness."
Moghor felt waves of sadness: "It is our souls that are burning."
Zuluhid said nonchalantly: "Isn't this just like the life of some people? Burn yourself and illuminate the loved ones around you, even if this beautiful time is short-lived."
Moghor sat next to Zuluhid, feeling the warmth and light, and helped Zuluhid push away those who approached.
It's a pity that Zuluhid's fire is getting weaker and weaker...
After the Battle of Suzaku Temple, Robbie and Vanessa stayed in the secret base of the Eternal Dragon, trying to find out the secret of the unity of heaven and man from the mist of Pandaria.
As the research deepened, Eternal Dragon King Mnozdo felt more and more that the fog was full of mysteries, and realized that this was definitely not something that could be achieved by a certain type of magic. It had to be the combination of multiple magics.
"I probably figured it out."
Mnozdo said confidently:
"There are countless dead souls hidden in the mists of Pandaria. They are able to think and are wise. They have studied various magics and established a super-large Dalaran with more disciplines and multiple magics to work together.
This is the way of harmony between man and nature."
Robbie said cooperatively: "In other words, the dead souls in the mist of Pandaria have developed a more complete magic system, which made the four gods misunderstand that heaven and man are one!"
Mnozdo said with certainty: "Yes, that's it. It's strange, what era do these dead souls come from? I am in charge of the authority of time and have no idea of their origins."
The history of the world of Azeroth is billions of years old. Although the Eternal Dragon King Mnozdo claims to be in charge of time, his power is limited and cannot even cover the entire history of civilization.
For example, in the Dark Empire created by the Ancient Gods, there was always a force that interfered with the Eternal Dragon King's prying eyes. In the era of Queen Azshara, every time the Eternal Dragon came to spy, he was destined to fall into a boring illusion.
Robbie had other guesses in his mind, but there was insufficient evidence, so he didn't say them out. He secretly made eye contact with Vanessa.
Mnozdo suddenly felt something, and glanced at the corner of his mouth and said:
"Benedictus is in trouble. He is asking me for help. I have told him long ago that the end of time is very dangerous. Come with me and we will find him out of the darkness."
The Eternal Dragon Base is very similar to the Cave of Time, with huge caves dug out, densely packed like a hornet's nest, and each cave leads to a specific timeline.
Mnozdo found the cave at the end of time, which is the most heavily defended. There is always an adult Eternal Dragon guarding it, and the cave is full of mechanisms and seals.
At the entrance to the end of time, as Mnozdo casts spells, the vortex at the entrance becomes larger and larger, and the darkness in front of him is also spreading.
"I've got Benedictus locked on."
Munoz took out a fishing rod with a fishman's head inlaid on it, and his eyes were still twinkling.
This fish-man is not simple. In a certain timeline, a fish-man inadvertently understood the power of time, causing the destruction of that timeline.
Munoz finally destroyed the fishman and refined it into an exclusive weapon.
Munozido swung the fishing rod, and the fishhook connected to the long fishing line reached into the darkness. The fish float began to beat, and Munozido hurriedly closed the rod.
There was an orc's soul hanging on the fishhook, grinning and barking, Mnozdo smiled awkwardly: "Mistake, I will definitely find Benedictus next time."
Mnozdo untied the orc soul from the fishhook, threw it into the darkness, and threw the fishhook again. This time it went very smoothly. As the fish float swayed, Mnozdo successfully reeled in the rod.
Archbishop Benedictus fell to the ground hard and was almost frozen. After a long time, a strong power of holy light came out of his body, and he finally came to life.
"It's so cold, I'm freezing to death."
Benedictus hugged his shoulders and his body kept shaking:
"There is the power of holy light at the end of time. I thought it could drive away the cold and darkness, but the coldness penetrates the soul, and the power of holy light has no effect. Fortunately, I have made a new discovery."
An eternal dragon brought hot soup. Benedictus took a sip and felt much better, and the blush returned to his face:
"It tastes good. What kind of meat is this? Why have you never eaten it before?" Benedictus asked curiously.
"This is soup made from the bones of orcs. What did you say you found just now?" Mnozdo tried to change the subject.
"Wait, you said these are the bones of an orc?" Benedictus looked ashen.
Munozido responded casually: "Orc meat is delicious and has always been the dragon family's favorite. It is rich in nutrients and has a little evil power. By the way, where did you just say it?"
"Holy Light, please forgive my sins."
Benedictus took another sip of broth, knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly. After praying, he said with a look of complaint:
"I found that many souls ignited themselves and were able to obtain short-term warmth and light. They refused visitors, and I could only force my way in. What's interesting is that the souls I met were all orcs. There were so many of them that almost