Chapter five hundred and thirty eight: Demon of a Thousand Stomach II
The magical city of Azshara.
Queen Azshara is sitting on the throne with her eyes closed and dozing off. Below her are rows of high-level elves, busy in front of various complex operation consoles, constantly feeding data to the queen.
At the last moment, when Tyrande ascended the altar and used the Demon Soul to absorb the power of the moonlight, Queen Azshara revealed her true plan. For this great plan, the highborne had prepared for hundreds of years.
The upper elves did not take it seriously. Everything was as expected. Only Illidan and Xavius from Mount Hyjal were a little puzzled. Looking at the queen who was closing her eyes to rest and recuperate for the next battle, Illidan stepped forward and asked.
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"Your Majesty the Queen, is there really no other way?"
Queen Azshara slowly opened her eyes, with some hesitation in her eyes, and explained patiently:
"We cannot lose the moon. Any planet with life needs at least one moon. Its gravity can help resist meteorites from the universe. You may not know that when a slightly larger meteorite falls to the ground, it will
It will cause a mass extinction of life. Our moon has been polluted by the power of the ancient gods and must be taken back."
"But we need to make a huge sacrifice, right?" Illidan asked anxiously: "Those trolls, tauren, dwarves, and furbolgs outside, they all have to die."
"I'm helpless too." Azshara sighed: "We can't break through the defenses set up by the Titans in Azeroth. This is much harder than defeating an ancient god. If the ancient god escapes with the moon, it will be a disaster.
The end of Azeroth is coming. Fortunately, the ancient gods have ambitions for Azeroth. Illidan, this is the only way."
Although Illidan couldn't bear it, he really couldn't think of a good way.
From here, you can see Tyrande holding the Demon Soul on the altar. You can even see the hair on her face clearly. At this moment, Illidan feels that Tyrande is even more unfamiliar.
Azshara closed her eyes again, and everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.
"Soon, soon, the history of Queen Azshara and her Highborne is about to enter a countdown."
Achilles stared eagerly at the Demon Soul in Tyrande's hand. The bright Demon Soul seemed to contain endless power, as if the world would turn into ashes in front of it.
The troll army is ready, and the city of Azshara, which contains countless treasures and magical knowledge, is right in front of you.
"Long live Tyrande." The troll couldn't help shouting.
Achilles thought this was a good opportunity to please the moon god, so he also shouted: "Long live Tyrande."
The troll emperor took the lead in shouting, and the generals and Loa gods quickly responded, followed by three million Zandalari soldiers.
Three million trolls shouted in unison, their shouts shaking the sky like thunder.
Wait, something's wrong.
Achilles suddenly realized that this was a mistake and secretly cursed himself for being such a stupid fool. The night elf's life is eternal. Doesn't calling her "Long Live" curse her to an early death?
However, it was too late. After the Zandalari trolls shouted, half a million tauren, hundreds of thousands of dwarves and furbolgs, not to be outdone, also shouted together, and their voices were overwhelming.
Achilles looked pale, fearing that Tyrande would blame him, but fortunately Tyrande didn't care and just controlled the Demon Soul carefully.
The demon soul infused with the power of the powerful moonlight was like a heavy burden. Tyrande looked serious and did not dare to neglect it at all.
Everyone was wondering why Queen Azshara didn't respond.
Someone used magic to look at the Well of Eternity, and saw huge waves rising from the Well of Eternity, black lake water rising into the sky, and a black moon appearing over the Well of Eternity.
This is the ultimate black, as if all light has been absorbed, and it disappears in human eyes.
Looking at the black moon, the five dragon kings and Archimonde changed their colors at the same time.
The Red Dragon Queen looked at the mysterious black moon in confusion, not sure what kind of magic it was.
Several other dragon kings also showed doubtful expressions, staring at the dark moon.
"Sir, what kind of magic is that?" Mannoroth asked Archimonde beside him.
Archimonde looked incomprehensible and nodded calmly: "For applying such a simple magic to this extent, you are worthy of being the student I taught. Well done, Azshara."
Mannoroth was confused, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions.
When Tyrande looked at the top of the altar, he was not touched at all. He regarded the black moon as nothing, with such a look on his face, not nervous at all, which made everyone show admiration.
"The time has finally come. The kingdom of the moon god Elune is near."
Tyrande made a sound, and under the influence of the Demon Soul, it spread clearly to everyone's ears.
"Black and white, light and darkness, a future full of hope, the glory of the gods, come on, Zandalari trolls, to welcome your great glory, don't resist, this is your destiny that has been destined for you, your luck."
The demon soul in Tyrande's hand turned and rushed towards three million Zandalari trolls.
Three million trolls occupied an extremely vast land. Achilles didn't understand what this glory was.
The demon soul emitted a ray of light, and then split into countless thin lines, which penetrated deep into the body of every troll, including the hundreds of Loa gods. Achilles looked at the thin lines that went straight into his heart, and his heart was not affected.
Controlled violent beating.
"Flesh and blood merge, and the gods return." Tyrande shouted.
Those thin lines tightened violently, and three million trolls flew into the air at the same time. The trolls' bodies quickly fell apart and were combined according to the order of characteristics. When the dazzling light disappeared, the three million trolls disappeared.
On the land where the trolls were arrayed, an unusually large monster appeared. Its body was shaped like a bug, like a living mountain range. It had no head or tail, no claws, just a large round body with countless mouths on its body.
Inside the round mouth are layers of teeth, which are the fangs of the troll.
Zandalari's three million trolls and hundreds of loa were just gone.
Except for a few dragon kings, all the dragons were very frightened. The satyrs on Mount Hyjal were in a mess. The tauren, dwarves, furbolgs, etc. were so frightened that they even forgot their fear.
Hu En Gaoling looked at the huge and ugly monster in surprise. Emperor Achilles, who had just been chatting and laughing with him, just disappeared. In front of God, mortals are really just ants.
"This magic is called Ancient God Transformation." Archimonde promptly showed off his knowledge to his subordinates:
"The ancient gods hide part of their power among their subjects as a back-up for future resurrection. Ancient gods such as Y'Shaarj and C'Thun only extract their spiritual bodies, although their physical bodies will also die from dehydration.
Only Xal'atath doesn't spare his body.
Among the five ancient gods, Xalatath is also known as the Demon of a Thousand Maws. She likes to eat the most. Trolls, tauren, etc. from the ancient Dark Ages are her food. The other ancient gods cast the curse of flesh and blood in order to
Bewitched, Xal'atath just wants to eat."
Mannoroth seemed to understand, and then asked: "Is this the conspiracy of the Moon God? To resurrect an ancient god?"
Archimonde laughed and shook his head: "Xalatath is the weakest ancient god. She is not even as good as N'Zoth. Azshara can easily defeat her. Do you think Azshara City will react?"
Above the Well of Eternity, the black moon rotates slowly, turning a blind eye to the resurrected ancient god. (To be continued)