Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty: Creating the Devil's Soul One
In the Troll Palace, Malfurion and Ronin ran away with their heads in their hands.
After seeing Robbie entering the Troll Palace and showing off his power, the two of them were eager to complete the diplomatic mission with the Trolls.
It's a pity that they didn't hear what Robbie told Achilles about the false angel.
The two entered the Troll Palace with great interest, and were recognized by the guards before they could speak.
A shrill alarm sounded in the troll palace, and a large number of guards and Loa priests rushed out, shouting to capture the false god.
Faced with this situation, the two had no time to explain, so they had no choice but to escape. Fortunately, the troll guards were not strong, and the Loa gods were unwilling to help. Luo Ning opened the portal, and the two were able to escape.
"It's over, it's over." Malfurion said with a gloomy look on his face: "I haven't even seen the Troll Emperor. How can I explain to Tyrande that she must kill me."
Luo Ning was thinking, pondered for a long time, gritted his teeth and said:
"For the current plan, we can only blame everything on the orc god. We reported to Tyrande that there was a fake god who pretended to be us and gained Achilles's trust. Moreover, this person is very powerful.
We are not rivals."
"False god, is he really a fake?" Malfurion asked suspiciously, his eyes widening.
"If it weren't for the false envoys, how could the trolls expel us? At this point, that's all we can do."
The two of them had reached an agreement and rushed back to Mount Hyjal with unlucky looks on their faces.
Mount Hyjal, the camp of the Burning Legion.
Thousands of evil furnaces are like a dense forest. The top of each evil furnace is inlaid with a varying number of scales, from red dragons, green dragons, bronze dragons, blue dragons, each dragon.
He dedicated himself to a piece of dragon scale.
The only thing missing now is the scales of the Black Dragon Clan.
The ugly-looking legion technicians looked up at the sky, where there was a huge portal.
An eye poked out of the portal. It was a mechanical eye that monitored everything here.
The top five hundred technicians in the legion are very busy. Only when all five dragon clans gather together, will this high-level technician appear. He will combine the evil energy and the power of the guardian dragon to create the artifact Demon Soul.
Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza was very impatient. She shook her huge and bloated body and asked impatiently: "What is Neltharion doing? He has obviously agreed to build the Demon Soul, why doesn't he show up?"
The green dragon Ysera flapped her wings uneasily: "Neltharion always has his own ideas."
Alexsta screamed: "It's a pity that his ideas have affected the dragon clan and threatened the safety of the entire Azeroth. We cannot tolerate him being so willful."
Blue Dragon King Malygos stared quietly at the portal in the sky. He already had a premonition that the Demon Soul would bring disaster to his people, but this was a helpless choice.
"I wonder what the high-level technicians of the legion look like?"
"Malygos." Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu reminded displeasedly: "What we need to care about now is Neltharion. Without the help of the black dragon clan, the power of the Aspect Dragon is incomplete."
Alexsta closed her eyes. She was using magic to receive the information. When she opened her eyes, her eyes were full of anger:
"Does any of you know how to find Neltharion? I just got the news that he is not in his lair."
The three dragon kings were all silent. The red dragon queen couldn't find Neltharion, let alone them.
Just as the four dragon kings were wondering what to do, a group of night elves came over. They were not the satyrs whose bodies were distorted after receiving evil energy. They were priests and guards from the Temple of the Moon, with elegant bodies and perfect looks.
The leader was none other than Tyrande. Whisperwind, as his power rose, became more and more leadership-like.
"Alexstrasza." Tyrande's voice was neither humble nor overbearing, with a fluctuating tone:
"Some bad things happened in the Zandalari Empire. Some orcs pretended to be divine envoys and bewitched Emperor Achilles. I never expected that such a noble and kind race as orcs would also have liars."
"What do you need the dragons for?" Alexstrasza asked. Tyrande is the chief priestess of the Moon God, equivalent to the Moon God's spokesperson in Azeroth. The arrogant Red Dragon Queen also has to be her equal.
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Tyrande explained solemnly: "The kingdom of Moon God has arrived, and the trolls are an important part of it. I need the dragons to mobilize collectively to force the Zandalar trolls to send a large army to attack Azshara."
Blue Dragon King Malygos said disdainfully: "Why expect a group of stupid trolls? Their strength is insignificant in front of the upper elves. It makes no difference whether they have such allies or not."
Alexstrasza lowered her head and said nothing. She was thinking about the whole story. Tyrande frowned slightly. After all, she was facing a dragon king, so she had to explain patiently:
"The more reinforcements we need, the better. Tauren, dwarves, and furbolgs have agreed to attack Azshara with us, but only the trolls have the closest relationship with the Moon God. They are indispensable.
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Tyrande's explanation was very vague and of no value. The only information Alexstrasza got was that this was the oracle of the Moon God. She must not disobey it. Helping the Moon God was equivalent to helping herself.
"Dragons, get ready for action." The Red Dragon Queen was the first to fly into the sky and shouted an order to the four-color dragon army: "All dragons are dispatched. We want to let the trolls know that their Loa gods are insignificant.
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The overwhelming dragon clan flew towards the Zandalari Empire, like a huge dark cloud across the sky.
A huge crystal ball monitors all the actions of the dragon clan. The perfect illusion of Queen Azshara is sitting on the throne, and below is Neltharion in the form of an upper elf.
"Your Majesty the Queen, how do you feel about the dragon clan's actions?" Neltharion asked uneasily.
"Perhaps we should put it another way." The queen's voice was very pleasant, echoing in the palace: "What does the Moon God Elune want? Why does she insist on the trolls participating in the war."
"This is very unfair." Neltharion shook his head: "I know very little about the moon god Elune, and my understanding of magic is far inferior to yours. With such limited information, I cannot make a correct judgment.
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Queen Phantom said elegantly:
"Regarding the origin of Moon God Elune, the latest news is that the ancient god Xalatath has undergone some kind of transformation and became what it is today. Of course, there is no clear evidence to support it. We have investigated Moon God Elune a long time ago.
There are all kinds of incredible theories about the origin of En, some say she is the Mother of Holy Light, some say she is the ancient god Y'Shaarj, some say she is a certain Titan, some even say she is the companion of the Lord of the Void."
"Your Majesty, do you believe that kind of rhetoric?" Neltharion asked curiously.
The queen smiled slightly:
"None of these are important. There is only one thing I need. Defeat her. The time has come. Neltharion. After Alexstrasza successfully coerces the trolls to send troops, you can return to the dragons and help them create the Demon Soul.
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Neltharion asked in surprise: "Are you sure you can defeat the moon god Elune?"
The queen said confidently: "No existence is invincible forever. Our research on the moon god Elune has lasted for hundreds of years. From the very beginning, I knew that she can be defeated. A new era is coming." (