What obscures His great glory is a dark cloud as deep as ink.
Dark clouds are coming.
It puts great psychological pressure on normal people here.
Tonatiu saw the big fat bird that Naralex had transformed into, and the two eyebrows on his small eyes were raised high.
at this time.
Suddenly, from all directions, there came a chant that was neither male nor female, neither human nor object, neutral but reaching deep into the soul of living creatures.
"The oldest and strongest emotion of living things is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the unknown."
"In the Palace of the Outsiders, sleeping C'Thun awaits awakening."
"As long as you accept your sins calmly and cross the black abyss, what awaits you will be eternal magic and glory."
"..."
As the soul chants sounded like a choir, Tonatiu felt a kind of gaze coming from all directions that made his hair stand on end.
The two Titans and Lulu killed a large number of insects and retreated to his side.
Kezilla and Acas had solemn expressions on their faces, and Luru's ferocious face also showed an uneasy look.
Tonatiu touched his pet, and Lulu moved closer to him, as if he could draw the courage to resist the gaze from the darkness.
Naralex's face looked desperate, and the big fat bird's face showed a very human expression of fear.
The archdruid lost his voice and said: "C'Thun... is the power of C'Thun... but shouldn't it be? His seal is obviously still so strong. Although the wall of quicksand is loose, there are no cracks yet..."
"He shouldn't have come out..."
"Shouldn't..."
Before that.
Naralex's performance has always been very calm. Even when he saw the boundless sea of worms in the "Corruption Nest", he showed no unnecessary signs.
But now I hear this voice.
Even Naralex, who was calm and steady, could not control his gloomy expression.
The expressions of Arcas and Kezilla were not big either. This voice probably relied on some kind of power from the Old Ones, and it penetrated directly into their souls.
Only Tonatiu remained calm.
He is really calm.
Thanks to the time traveler, the power of the ancient god, protected by the materialist aura, cannot affect him.
This is the singing of the soul.
To him, it sounded like the soundtrack, just BGM, when watching a horror movie.
And he also knew who was probably pretending to be a ghost.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Xal'atas, who had been digesting the energy of nightmares, made a disdainful voice:
"Not C'Thun. Just a group of mortals who admire our power."
Tonatiu nodded secretly.
He also guessed that the person pretending to be a god was not an ancient god.
There is such a group of people.
They believe in the Old Ones, and they believe that after the end of the world, they and others can gain eternal life.
They madly pursue the power of the ancient gods, even if they are betraying the living and their own race.
But still don't hesitate.
This group of people will usher in a leader in the future, and that leader will name the organization they form the Twilight Sect.
The final light of twilight.
But in fact, this group of people has existed for a long time. From the moment the Old Ones were sealed by the Titan Guardians, this group of guys were formed who tried to release the ancient gods and plunge Azeroth into chaos.
Now they don't have the name Twilight Sect, but their activities have never ended.
The chanting that goes straight to the soul continues.
Tonatiu looked to the sky.
The dark clouds combined with the dense insects around them pressed against them.
He sighed.
"A thorough materialist is fearless!!" Tonatiu groaned, and an invisible energy ring spread from his body.
Instantly covering every space within a few dozen meters!
This energy ring is like a huge bowl, upside down on the ground!
A moment.
Souls singing from all directions seemed like the speakers had been unplugged, like the singers had been choked by fate and disappeared all of a sudden.
At the same time, Naralex also instantly changed from his quail form back to his normal Kaldorei form.
The two Titans didn't fare much better either. Their tall figures suddenly dropped like balloons that had been popped.
The only ones not affected were Lulu and Tonatiu himself
At this moment, within a radius of several dozen meters centered on Tonatiu.
All mystery is gone.
Only trolls are eternal.
next moment.
Tonatiu disappeared from the spot.
A certain being hidden in the darkness looked at this scene in horror, "What is going on? The power of the Old Ones has been dispelled?!"
With a gloomy expression, he looked at the two little Titans who were at a loss, the confused Naralex, and the strange dragon covered in muscles.
"Huh? He's actually an old friend. Haha, do you still remember me? A friend from Zandalar?" A gentle voice sounded from behind him.
The host behind the scenes trembled all over, and struck with a backhand, the dark energy carrying temperature and death as it crashed into the opponent.
boom!
Hit.
He was so happy that he wanted to laugh out loud.
But the next moment, I couldn't laugh at all.
Because the opponent who had been imagined to be lying on the ground and wailing in pain did not change at all. He was holding the big sword and stood there looking at him.
"How is this possible?" he cried out.
Leverage the capabilities of the system.
Tonatiu, who found the mastermind behind the scenes, was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and directly put the Destroyer of Nations on his neck and called out his name:
"Anakin. I don't know if this is your real name, but now you are my prisoner. Answer my question, otherwise you will have to serve your god in the form of undead and soul!"
It turns out that the person behind the scenes was none other than the troll bartender in the hotel and the tavern downstairs where Tonatiu went to Gadgetzan for the first time.
At that time, Tonatius knew that he was a Twilight believer.
This troll Twilight disciple calls himself Anakin and comes from Zandalari.
I didn't expect to meet him here today. It seems that Xisali's unfortunate experience was probably the handiwork of this Anakin.
With the huge weapon held on his neck, Anakin no longer showed any fear after his initial panic.
His expression became calm again.
"I didn't expect you to have such energy, Lord Chief. But do you think death will scare me?"
"Okay then. I'll chop you down." Tonatiu said.
But the face of the Twilight believer showed a wish-fulfilling look: "It may not be death that sleeps forever, but the undead souls who have experienced miraculous arts for eternity will also die."
He smiled sarcastically: "Sir Chief, your tribe and people are being targeted by a majestic being."
A firm smile appeared on the face of the Twilight believer: "You will eventually become a part of the wind and sand just like the past in this desert! Only Twilight is eternal!"
The Destroyer of Nations has already been lifted high by Tonatiu, and the next moment he will be cut in two.
But seeing his dejected look, the fanatical form of a devout believer, Tonatiu suddenly felt a little unhappy.
Under Anakin's surprised and shocked eyes, he pulled out Xal'atath from his waist.
"Blade of the Dark Empire!" is actually a knowledgeable person.
Tonatiu didn't say any nonsense, inserted directly into his chest, and said in his ear: "What you just said is partly correct. Death may not be eternal sleep, it can also be eternal torture or pain.
!”
In the disbelieving eyes of the Twilight believers, Tonatiu called out softly: "Old friend, you are out to work. This kind of soul should be a good thing, right?"
"Quack! Your Majesty, you are wrong about this! This is not a good product, it is a top-notch product! Bwonsamdi loves these guys the most. They can add a lot of color to my palace of the underworld.
!”
As a weird laugh sounded, Anakin's face showed an expression of fear for the first time.
