Just in case, Duke activated the Ice Barrier in advance.
He had no intention of using his delicate skin and flesh to try to resist the sharpness of C'Thun's big mouth with over a thousand sharp teeth.
Sure enough, after entering, Duke felt that there were countless fangs outside the barrier, scraping the ice made of highly condensed frost elements.
Fortunately, it is perception, not hearing, that is really working now, otherwise the sound as if countless claws were scratching glass would have made him die of pain.
Something seems wrong!
I've never heard of C'Thun's giant mouth with so many teeth when it's swallowing people.
Duke, a mage, feels that this is already difficult enough, so aren't other professions without shields doomed?
Duke came back to his senses and saw the system prompt: "Warning! Warning! You have been devoured by the Oro descendants of the sandworm clan. If you don't improve your condition, you may suffer serious damage."
Dry!
I made a mistake! ?
Duke's face turned black and he exploded on the spot!
Ah! If I don't get angry, do you think I'm Hello Kitty?
Of course, a mere offspring of Oro could not block the connection between Duke and the magic network. A large amount of frost elements began to gather in the body of the offspring of Oro.
"Sapphiron!" Duke shouted in his soul.
"Understood." The Ice Dragon responded on the spot.
The ice layer in the throat of the Oro descendant was thickening at a rate of almost one floor per second. After a few breaths, the ice had turned into a huge block of ice in its throat, blocking its throat tightly.
Then, the extremely violent dragon power began to directly attack its low-IQ brain, shaking its rationality.
Very easily, this little boss went completely crazy.
It had originally retracted into the ground, but it jumped out again, ignoring the fierce attacks of the coalition's mortal heroes, and rushed straight forward.
In front is its boss' boss, C'Thun!
Who would have thought that it would so recklessly smash a big bloody hole on the incense burner-shaped lower body of its own leader, and waved its six claws under its mouthparts like lightning, trying to get in.
Walking through the sand was just an instinctive action for the sandworms of the Oro clan, but it was painful for C'Thun.
It should be said that the pain of the heart is greater than the pain of the body.
I let you be my thugs out of kindness because your father Oro sacrificed his life for the country, but you actually rebelled! ?
No matter whether the Oro offspring did it intentionally or unintentionally, since it attacked its master, it must die!
Several new tentacles of C'Thun appeared, ignoring the attacks of the mortal heroes and attacking the Sons of Oro fiercely.
look!
Grandpa C'Thun's Holy Claws of Love Chrysanthemum!
Look!
Grandpa C'Thun's Whip of Love!
Here!
Your master's method of dismemberment!
This was extremely painful for the Son of Oro, as the severe pain and frenzy drove the monster to madly bite everything it came into contact with. Outsiders only saw that the lower half of the Son of Oro was covered with visceral fragments and blood, while the upper half of the body that had drilled in was spraying C'Thun's body fluids in large clumps.
Is this... the love-hate relationship among the C'Thun clan?
At this time, a cluster of golden light burst out from the lower abdomen of the Oro son, and the next moment, Duke appeared in the crowd with a blue face.
Even with Duke's so-called demigod-level physique, he was shaken so hard that he felt like vomiting.
Duke suddenly understood why Medivh, who was a demigod and so awesome, could still kill him with a single sword piercing his chest.
A mage-type demigod, although he has the most powerful elemental attack power, but while God has given the mage powerful destructive power, he has also fairly made the mage a big fragile person.
Once the magic protection was broken, his demigod body would at most be similar to that of a mortal heroic paladin. The phrase "thick skin and thick flesh" would probably never apply to Duke forever.
After coming out, Duke lost his composure for only a moment. He immediately became the demigod with a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, with an immortal look (fake).
Thrall was stunned and couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be that he calculated the threat of the sandworm to the team and let himself be eaten on purpose?"
Thirty meters away, Sylvanas's ears moved, and on her beautiful face, the muscles of her face formed a rather embarrassing arc: "No, you think too much, that guy must have seen it wrong."
At this moment, Duke suddenly felt something was wrong, as if possessed by some mysterious force, and he turned his head back.
This time, the huge mouth that rose up from the ground behind him finally matched the image of the giant mouth and tentacles in his memory.
But being swallowed twice in a row is not a pleasant experience!
For a moment, Duke almost wanted to throw Gavinrad, who was next to him and needed a beating, in and be swallowed up instead.
At this moment, Orgrim suddenly said: "Before you, a blonde priestess was swallowed."
Damn! Calia is in trouble again! ?
Glancing around, Duke saw no sign of Calia, so without a second thought, he took the initiative to jump in.
In a dark world, the blonde priest shook her head hard, trying to wake herself up from the dizziness as soon as possible. She almost instinctively cast a Holy Word Shield on herself!
She couldn't figure out how long she had been in a daze, maybe a long while, or maybe just two or three seconds, before she remembered what happened before she fainted -
She was swallowed by the giant tentacles.
Even though the giant tentacle's big mouth is not fast, in the eyes of a thief it is as slow as a turtle. Unfortunately, for a priest ms., its speed is as slow as a snail.
As a result, the snail was robbed by the turtle without any suspense.
The huge mouth swallowed her whole.
After she woke up, she struggled to sit up. It was pitch dark all around her. No matter how many battles the girl had experienced, she usually acted quiet and strong in front of others. However, some traits would not change as she grew up.
At this moment, she frantically groped around on the ground, and finally grabbed her staff.
With the staff, she felt more at ease. She quickly cast a small magic trick - Light!
The surroundings made her feel a little sick.
The seemingly vast hall is actually C'Thun's huge stomach, which is surrounded by rough walls that are wriggling. I don't know if it should be considered a stomach wall or something else.
"Ah!" She screamed, because she suddenly found that her boots had stepped into something soft. The strong corrosiveness stung her, and the entire epic boot was melted...
Oh my god! I'm being swallowed up, I'm going to melt!
Thinking of this possible dismal ending, she turned pale, but fortunately she did not forget the fighting style taught by Duke, and she almost crawled towards the nearby high ground.
The air in C'Thun's stomach smelled extremely bad. In addition to the unique sour smell of internal organs, there was also the typical smell of a rotting corpse.
Duke opened the system AI scan almost the moment he was swallowed, and shouted at the same time: "Calia! Are you okay? Are you still alive?"
Calia, please don't be in any trouble!
If something happens to you, then I, a demigod, will be considered a failure!
Thinking of this, Duke actually felt like shaking with fear.
Frost elements spread under Duke's feet, providing a relatively safe environment. He looked around, hoping to find Calia in this ghost place that was half flooded by corrosive acid.
But he was afraid of seeing a cold and mutilated beautiful corpse.
After searching for a while with this conflicting mentality, the system suddenly prompted him that there was a pair of human legs on a convex rock not far away. This discovery almost made Duke sad to death. But before he could get closer to take a look, he felt relieved. Those were night elf leather boots. I think some daring elf thief sneaked in not long ago and then dropped them tragically.
Duke took a deep breath of the cool air filtered through the ice shield and began to move towards higher ground.
Although Calia's movements were not as flexible as his other women, she had seen the world and experienced wars. At this time, she should at least run to the designated location.
Even without throwing a few fireballs, Duke could see in the dim darkness that there was a high ground at his nine o'clock position. If "history" was not deceiving me, that was the only exit.
The elements here are already quite disordered, so Flash cannot be used.
Duke was using magic and ice shields to move forward quickly, and soon found a human body lying on the top of the hill. Duke rushed over and pulled it directly, and his hands were full of corrosive mucus.
If it weren't for the holy light in her body still faintly surrounding the surface of her skin to form a small protective layer, if it weren't for the fact that the acid here was the thinnest, and if there were not additional extremely effective natural potions to protect her, Calia might have been a corpse by now.
At this moment, Duke breathed a long sigh of relief as if he had found some rare treasure.
He skillfully controlled the frost element to melt into water, gently washing the disheveled yet beautiful female body in front of him.
The upper body was exposed to the air and just fell on the rocks, so there was no damage. The lower body... well, although there was no damage, the dress and other things were melted and torn.
If the atmosphere wasn't wrong, Duke would have silently given a thumbs up in his heart.
Using the ice shield to repel other elements, Duke turned her over with his left hand, and with his right hand, he used holy light to drive away the filth on her body. He put his hand on her chest to check if she still had a heartbeat, and at the same time called her hurriedly: "Calia! Carly..."
Halfway through the call, Duke knew he was in trouble.
Big white legs, that's right!
The female pastor is also right!
Blonde is wrong.
Your sister's blonde hair! It was obvious that C'Thun's eye tentacles kept emitting green, purple, and other lights, causing color difference in the vision of others.
That's right!
That bastard Orgrim is a Forsaken?
What the hell is he looking at? He is clearly looking at it with the fire of the soul, everything is black and white, okay!
Well, the point is that the size and shape of the harmonious object in your hand is completely wrong!
How could Duke have gotten the size of Calia's dumplings wrong after all these years?
At this moment, Edmund Duke, the commander-in-chief of the Alliance and the genuine demigod of Azeroth, turned blue in the face, and the sweat waterfall on his back looked like he was exhausted.
Oh my God! Please, don't let her wake up at this time.
Funny Duke forgot that he himself was a person who had entered the realm of God, and he was confronting the few true gods in Azeroth.
He doesn't even trust himself, how can anyone save him! ?
Her upturned eyebrows moved, and her fair face was already flushed.
Duke's heart skipped a beat and he thought: Damn it.
For a moment, Duke almost wanted to use amnesia magic (physical) on her.
Yes! Just hit her hard on the head. It would be good if she was unconscious, but a concussion would be even better.
Unfortunately, when Duke saw that gentle and pleasing face like a girl next door, he couldn't bear to do it no matter what.
I am most afraid of the air suddenly becoming quiet.
They both kept this posture for five full seconds, and then she 'just happened' to wake up.
"Um..."
Duke loosened his grip as if he had been electrocuted, and said sanctimoniously, like an honest and reliable young man: "Sally, are you awake? Are you okay?"
That's right, Duke made a big mistake. The first one to be swallowed was Sally, not his Calia!
Well, the above are all the key points. The key point is that after Sally took the extremely effective natural potion, her lower body became very slippery. C'Thun did a lot of things that slime monsters always like to do.
Sally's face instantly turned red, like a steamed shrimp. She hesitated and whispered, "Excuse me, Lord Edmund, do you have any spare clothes? It would be even better if you have some equipment."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Duke was doing his job - summoning Sapphiron and attacking the weak points in C'Thun's body, while rummaging through his own doghouse-like storage space.
Well, why are there so many women's equipment like Quicksand Robe and Insight Robe over and over again?
Never mind, let's give one to Sally first.
Then Sally half-sat down, and when she picked it up, her face turned red, and she said in a mosquito-like voice: "Excuse me, do you have any other ..."
Duke slapped his forehead, it's over! This is a huge misunderstanding!
The biggest selling point of these two sexy robes, which are extremely famous in Azeroth, is the large slits that reach up to the waist. Now that they are not given any help, and they are directly asked to wear any robe, isn't it like asking them to go to the battlefield with nothing?
Although the honest and reliable young man Duke would silently praise him in his heart, he always felt that the girl was at a disadvantage!
After gritting his teeth, Duke finally took out something indescribable.
At this time, Sally took it with trembling hands: "Nothing else?"
"It's gone!" Duke lowered his head, like a student being scolded by a vicious teacher.
Of course it's gone! Duke originally planned to use this to trick Jaina and test the flow of magic between different people.
"Sir... could you please... carry me over?"
"Okay!" Duke was as obedient as a grandson.
Just as a rustling sound came from behind, suddenly the top of this smelly space opened again, and a figure with golden light all over his body fell down with a bang.
"Boss - are you okay?!" The first half of the sentence was extremely loud and clear. It was Gavinrad who came. Then the second half of the sentence went off track: "He didn't forget to fuck girls here... Well, you are worthy of being the boss!"
At this moment, Duke couldn't stand it anymore——
"Amnesia Magic (Physical)!"
A forty-meter-long ice sword suddenly appeared in Azeroth!
who I am?
Where do I come from?
Where am I going?
Feeling dizzy, Gavinrad naturally asked himself the three legendary philosophical questions.
Suddenly, a thunderous shout rang out in the turbid air: "Gavinrad, don't be stunned! Attack C'Thun's stomach wall with all your strength!"
After saying that, Duke slapped Gavinrad on the back of the head, as if trying to wake him up.
But Gavinrad felt even more confused.
"Boss, why do I feel like you hit me hard just now?" Gavinrad recalled as he chopped the stomach wall next to him with the Wind Sword and added a Hammer of Wrath.
"How is that possible?!" Duke argued, "It was obviously because you failed to dodge one of C'Thun's tentacles before you came down."
"There are tentacles in the stomach?"
"Yes! I just killed one. How can we possibly understand the physiological structure of a true god-level monster?" Dr. Du said in a serious tone: "I've read a lot of books, I won't lie to you!"
"Who's the first one to come down?"
"Sally Whitemane. She couldn't take it anymore and just passed away." What Duke said was true.
In this life, C'Thun's stomach structure is different from the one in the game. It's a very interesting stomach part, a round stool-sized, meat-like thing. As long as you punch that thing hard, C'Thun's stomach will twitch violently and vomit out the person who hit the meat.
"I see..." Gavinrad sighed.
"Don't think too much. The time in the stomach is limited. Go all out." Duke said as he squeezed his magic circuits, releasing the maximum amount of magic power possible, frantically bombarding any tentacle that dared to emerge from C'Thun's stomach.
Outside, Duke was a powerful demigod. In old man C'Thun's stomach, although Duke could hold out longer than mortals and used an ice shield to resist the erosion of natural acid, the magic web was cut off.
The only thing Duke can rely on to produce magic power is his own magic circuit, which is far superior to that of the Great Wizard Antonidas, but far inferior to that of the true God.
Soon, when the Bull Chieftain Cairne fell, Duke couldn't hold on any longer. He had wasted too much time saving Sally when he first came in.
Before Duke left, he left behind a magic orb. As long as it is not destroyed, the frost elements released from it can at least serve as a shield and air filter, allowing the people inside to hold out longer.
"Ugh!" After hitting the tender flesh hard, C'Thun vomited out Duke as well.
After watching Duke go out, Gavinrad took a long breath and said to himself, "Damn it, luckily I was smart enough to pretend to have forgotten it, otherwise I might have been silenced this time!"
"What?" Cairne turned back suddenly.
"No...it's okay." Gavinrad decided to keep this matter to himself.
This incident in the stomach was destined to be an episode that no one would ever mention again.
On the other side, Thrall was surprised to see Duke being bounced out of the censer-shaped body by C'Thun as if he had jumped out of a stone.
"Duke you just got swallowed?"
No wonder the chief was shocked.
When Duke was away, the songs and dances continued. Er, no, it should be said that under the control of several elemental messengers, more epic weapons were smashed out.
Now there are almost no small tentacles on the scene, whether they are claws or eyeball tentacles. Basically, the small tentacles are killed instantly by the weapons thrown by the Wheel of Victory system as soon as they appear.
Mortal heroes can focus more on dealing with the giant claws and giant eye tentacles.
In theory, the balance of victory should have tilted towards the coalition forces.
This is not the case!
Because in the outer circle surrounding the center of the battlefield, a terrifying fog of death had accumulated.
I have no idea what the hell that thing is. I can only confirm that it is not a simple elemental damage, but more like a combination of crazy will and some kind of complex horror curse.
Nozdormu, who was the least fearful of death, swept his sand tail into the water. It was fine that the tail broke off suddenly in the middle of the fight. At first, the broken tail looked like a broken lizard tail, twisting and twitching. After a few breaths, it turned into a sand monster the size of a tauren with an indeterminate number of limbs.
A never-before-seen chaotic will and power forcibly took away Nozdormu's control over the sand, causing it to mutate and create new unknown monsters.
These monsters were extremely ferocious. They pounced fiercely and attacked the heroes of the Alliance and the Horde.
After just one encounter, two Forsaken warriors died, and even their corpses were devoured. Even a strong man like Orgrim had his left arm broken. Fortunately, the undead have no sense of pain, and after using Dark Healing, the mobility of his left arm was barely restored.
Considering that no one had the energy to disperse such a large-scale thing, let's call it poisonous fog, the entire battlefield suddenly became crowded.
From the initial radius of one kilometer, it quickly shrank to less than eight hundred meters.
Obviously, the shrinking speed is still increasing.
It can be predicted that in five minutes at most, the four guardian dragons will completely lose the space to move.
"Duke! Any ideas?" Alexstrasza shouted to Duke in the Dragonflight's mental network.
"Our people are punching C'Thun in the stomach. Theoretically, after a certain amount of time, C'Thun will fall into a short period of weakness. Then we can burst out with all our strength?"
"Okay! But I hope Onyxia can come too!" As soon as the Red Dragon Queen finished speaking, two dissenting voices appeared on the Internet.
"She's not qualified!"
"She can't do it."
The first voice was from Malygos, and the second was from Nozdormu. Obviously Ysera chose to be neutral.
Alexstrasza seemed very embarrassed. As the Pantheon's diehards, the dragons had been fulfilling the duties entrusted to them by the Titans, guarding the planet Azeroth. They could not ignore the Old Gods' disturbances, but these Old Gods were beings that the Titans could not handle back then.
In her opinion, the only way to destroy C'Thun's body and seal it again is to form a formation where the five guardian dragons gather together.
Now that Malygos was holding back, Onyxia could tell at a glance that he had no intention and no confidence, and Alexstrasza was in a state of panic.
At this time, Duke suddenly spoke: "Onni, go! This is for me."
"Okay!" The Black Dragon Princess suddenly became decisive.
It wasn't an order, it wasn't forced, but Duke's words "for me" could make this once cunning black dragon become brave?
The Red Dragon Queen glanced at Duke with curiosity in her eyes.
Malygos refused to give in: "You go and replenish the insufficient energy?"
"Yes! I'll make it up!"
"This is the secret of the Dragonflight!" Malygos' voice was as hard as stone in the mental network.
"I am only responsible for providing energy. As for how to use it, that is Onyxia's business." Duke said so. In fact, for a guy of Duke's level, he can see a lot just from the changes in energy transmission and observing the dragon's magic circle. Not to mention that Duke also has the system AI, a powerful weapon.
Now the Dragonflight is caught in a vicious circle.
In order to unleash the greatest power, the black Dragonflight that once betrayed must be mobilized. Only by joining the Guardians of the Earth can the five-colored Dragonflight be considered complete and unleash the power of various high-end magic arrays to the extreme.
Here comes the point.
Ever since Deathwing Neltharion was seduced by the ancient god N'Zoth, all black dragons have become objects of corruption. Even every dragon chick that has just hatched from a dragon egg is affected by the Old God.
The only exception is Onyxia.
Although she was also born after Deathwing's fall, on the one hand, she is the direct descendant of Neltharion, with stronger vitality and will; on the other hand, she was recaptured by Duke when she was on the verge of death with 1% blood. In that extreme situation, even N'Zoth gave up on her. As a result, Duke took advantage of her and drove away the will and soul corruption of N'Zoth hidden in her.
When Alexstrasza visited her that time, she touched Onyxia herself and confirmed this.
It can be said that Onyxia is now the only black dragon in Wyrmrest Temple that can and is qualified to be joined together.
By the way, a certain black dragon prince who was also quite famous in history is still just an egg! Oh, maybe not even an egg. Because Deathwing died early, maybe the poor guy known as "Black-bellied Wrathion" will no longer have a chance to appear in this life.
Having said that, since there is no choice, there won't be too much psychological burden.
After Alexstrasza promised that if it didn't work, she would turn it into a four-dragon formation, Malygos finally acquiesced with silence.
After leaving the Dragonflight's mental network, Duke immediately looked at the data in the system prompt. In C'Thun's stomach, he left not only an ordinary oxygen mask and a natural resistance shield, but more importantly, a small monitoring array.
It can monitor the condition of the tentacles in C'Thun's stomach. Theoretically, if "history" does not trick him, if all the tentacles in it are destroyed, C'Thun will enter a weak period.
That is a rare opportunity to concentrate all your firepower. Any attack hitting C'Thun's body will cause more than twice the damage.
This timing is hard to grasp.
First of all, the scene must not be too chaotic. If the scene is chaotic, it is easy for murders to happen. If lives cannot be saved, how can we talk about concentrated fire?
The second thing is to try to pick a gap where the previous batch of giant tentacles of C'Thun have been killed and the new giant tentacles have not yet appeared.
Finally, you have to avoid C'Thun's ultimate move. Its "Dynamic Death Ray" can really kill anyone in seconds. Even Nozdormu, who is known for his thickest skin, doesn't dare to take it head-on.
Almost at the same second that Duke finished his thought, most people suddenly heard C'Thun's whisper.
"You will die!"
"Your heart is going to explode!"
This kind of evil god's trembling sound that penetrates directly into the soul makes almost every mortal hero feel dazed.
The warriors and paladins wearing heavy armor are fine, as they are not fast to begin with.
This is a deadly situation for a thief who values speed the most. Just then, a giant eye tentacle broke through the ground and rose up from the ground with a "clack". As a thief, you need to go over and find a way to interrupt the giant eye tentacle's eye ridge. This ray similar to chain lightning will keep jumping on everyone. Every time it jumps, the damage doubles, and basically the third person will die.
This state of confusion immediately caused team members to be reduced in number.
It was so unfortunate that three melee fighters chose the same target. All of this could have been avoided. At most, the two farthest ones would have just rolled away the moment they discovered the target.
However, the ancient god's mental attack directly caused everyone to be in a state of near soul paralysis.
At that moment, Gavinrad, who was at the innermost, turned pale and immediately became invincible.
Vanessa, the second person to be caught in the crossfire, activated her Shadow Cloak the moment she came to her senses. Although she could not be immune to the damage at the level of the Old God, she was able to greatly reduce the damage she had to endure.
The third one looked like a Forsaken warrior who was a chieftain. When the highly concentrated Eye Beam attack hit him, the people around him were shocked to find that his whole body turned green. His body, which was no longer rotten due to the power of shadow, suddenly turned into a human figure that seemed to be made of green algae.
The next second, his entire body fell to the ground like quicksand, with only the clanging sound of his epic equipment hitting the gravel.
On the other side, Grom was also hit.
He always strived to be the first in every battle, but during the brief pause in his movement, he became the target of the giant claws and tentacles.
The huge tentacles wrapped around him and tried to crush him.
"Ahhhh——" This angry blow took all of Grom's strength and courage. At this moment, he was almost standing in the mouth of Oro.
If the giant claws had dug a few more centimeters deeper, Orgrimmar would have lost a living legend tomorrow.
Tentacles are soft structures and have no joints, but the giant claw tentacles have hard claw-like structures, so they have joint-like joints.
Grom was gambling, betting on whether there were strong tendons there.
What if the bet fails?
"Haha! I've lived enough!" Ye Hou said to himself in his heart.
Living enough does not mean giving up.
He gripped the axe handle tightly with his only remaining right hand and slammed his knee into the joint of the giant claw.
"Crack!" Armor of the level of Mount Hyjal is extraordinary. The leg armor slammed violently into the hard shell of the giant claw tentacles, but the knee was not pierced into a sieve because the warrior's unique Rage attack was used, which even produced an effect similar to Thunder Strike.
This gave him a valuable opportunity.
Even though it was only a brief moment, Gorehowl perfectly hit the junction of the hard shell on the tentacle. The sharp axe blade was like cutting butter, easily cutting the thick tentacle.
It's a pity that when he jumped down, he didn't pay attention to his feet.
Although the heavy combat boots had thick metal soles, this could not prevent a hard claw from piercing through the soles and penetrating into his feet.
He felt that his entire sole was pierced, and the pain was so severe that he almost convulsed. Even when he pulled his foot out as quickly as possible, Tirion's Holy Light Flash was still as fast as ever and was added to his head.
He still knew that he would not be able to use his signature jump slash for a long time.
At this moment, he suddenly saw the eyeballs in C'Thun's huge purple eyes begin to swell.
"Everyone be careful, C'Thun is about to release Dark Flash!"
It seems that C'Thun also found that fighting the dragon was too damn disadvantageous, and the combat power of the mortal heroes was unexpected.
Those mortals who were not taken seriously by it effectively prevented its tentacles from harassing the four guardian dragons.
It definitely changed that.
More giant claws and giant eye tentacles emerged from the ground, and various tentacles entangled every existence that dared to challenge its authority in its own way, no matter how small it was.
Although the situation has not yet surpassed Duke's understanding of C'Thun, Duke knows that the so-called strategy can be flushed down the toilet.
The number of different tentacles is totally wrong, there are so many of them that it looks like a fucking forest.
The most exaggerated thing is that the natural elemental magic in the surrounding air has been multiplied. In contrast, the three most traditional elements of frost, fire and arcane are rejected to the greatest extent.
C'Thun is using his power as a true god to crush all mages, including Malygos and Duke.
This is its lair, and it decides what kind of place it is.
Malygos was furious, which meant that if he wanted to play magic, he would have to be downgraded to the Sunrise level. This was absolutely a shame for him who claimed to be the only ruler of the magic world.
He immediately made a decision - to give up the magic he was best at, and instead pounce on it, biting and slashing every tentacle of C'Thun frantically.
Not far away, Duke could clearly feel that at this moment, the magic laws familiar to all mages were being forcibly distorted and were leaving him in fear. C'Thun's chaotic and violent power was coming, and its irresistible power was dominating everything and taking over everything.
Duke could hear the sound of the magic network in this area collapsing. The sound of the shattering in the soul vision was more disturbing and terrifying than the roar of the sky and the earth in reality.
Moreover, the magic network is the most important main city part of Duke as a "god". The collapse of this part of the magic network is equivalent to reducing Duke's strength by at least 30% in one go.
C'Thun...very experienced!
Duke's face fell. The guardian dragon was still a dragon even without magic. He was a demigod who was promoted from a human. Could he really transform into Gandalf the blademaster in white robes and stab him with a spiral sword?
Duke had been able to backstab so many powerful enemies in the past and was always successful because most of those enemies had a heart, a so-called vital point.
The monster evil god C'Thun doesn't have this thing!
The only way to kill it is to completely drain away its vitality and beat it into a pile of shit.
Duke's spiral sword really doesn't work well here.
There is no absolutely powerful profession in this world. Since he is suppressed at the mysterious level, Duke can only find another way out.
"Owner?"
"Duke?"
"what to do?"
"Please give me instructions!"
Duke's several elemental messengers anxiously asked Duke through the soul connection. They were beings that relied on elements for life, and without the supply of elemental magic power, not only would their strength drop significantly, but they would also be at risk of soul annihilation.
Duke spoke up: "All of you go back to the magic net outside. Before the magic net here collapses, inject as much magic power as possible into my body."
"Take care..." Alonsus Fao seemed to want to persuade Duke, but in the end he only said these two words.
In the center of the field of vision, the huge Eye of C'Thun has become increasingly swollen.
The prompt "High-energy attack is coming" in the system kept flashing.
Anyone can see that Dark Flash is about to be released.
Because there were too many tentacles, the scene was very chaotic.
There are still people fighting the most threatening eye tentacles, but there are at least three more powerful claw tentacles near the Eye of C'Thun.
The cruel giant claw tentacles twitched and twisted instinctively, attacking every living thing that passed by, and inflicted Half Hamstring similar to that of a warrior.
This is a skill with a strong deceleration effect. In front of the Dark Flash that can destroy the world and kill anyone who touches it, this is undoubtedly the most vicious death curse.
I can't run away, because I will have to watch the red light that symbolizes death devour me.
It wasn't just one person who was hit, but seven people.
If Magni can still rely on Gods of War and Tirion can use invincibility to get rid of this damn negative state, the remaining five people can't escape no matter what:
Tauren Chieftain Cairne, Lord Grom, Halduron Brightwing, Benedictus, and... Thrall!
Dark Flash began to shoot, and thick death rays as thick as the diameter of its eyeball surged out and hit the ground heavily.
Countless insects were crawling out from the gravel-covered ground and fleeing in all directions; stones of all sizes were spinning strangely on the ground, dancing a frightened dance; some fine sand even bounced up under the violent vibration and flew into the air, first melting into glass at lightning speed under the extremely high temperature, and then turned into terrible nothingness along with the insects that could not escape under the touch of the red light of destruction.
Cairne's muscles swelled up like explosions, and he kept roaring, trying to use brute force to resist the short-term deceleration effect of Half Hamstring.
With a smile on his face, Grom silently took Magni's place, raised his battle axe with his remaining arm, and held up a giant claw tentacle.
Yet everyone except them seemed to accept their impending fate.
No matter how much Benedictus thought, at this moment he was just a kind elder and continued his treatment.
After realizing that he had no chance of escaping, Halduron did not move. He stood still and shot sharp arrows one after another.
Thrall did not behave like a warchief at all. Instead, he acted like a pure warrior, madly chopping at the tentacles in front of him.
right!
He was an orc first, then a warrior, and finally a warchief.
An orc warrior would rather die on the way to charge, even if he knows he will die.
"No--" Many powerful tribal warriors let out sharp wails, but they did not stop. They could only instinctively follow the established tactics and run around C'Thun to avoid the invincible power of Dark Flash.
They turned their heads and stared at where Thrall was.
For a moment, Vol'jin's heart stopped beating in shock. As Thrall's chief advisor and a staunch supporter of the Horde, Vol'jin never hesitated to use the greatest malice to doubt and speculate about those allies who were against the Horde or had a grudge against the Horde.
Now the thing he was most worried about had happened. Right before his eyes was a perfect opportunity for the Alliance to weaken the Horde: this was a coalition force formed to fight against the ancient evil gods, and it was also a war in which the weak banded together to challenge the strong. If there were any casualties in such a difficult battle, it would be perfectly normal.
The strength of the Alliance and the Horde has long been out of proportion. Vol'jin couldn't imagine how much cohesion the Horde would have after losing Grom, Cairne, and Thrall. Perhaps the Horde would not be destroyed, and perhaps a new Horde hero would stand up to lead the Horde. In any case, the decline of the Horde would be inevitable.
If there is another major event like the Zerg Swarm, the Horde may have to "join" the Alliance again.
The orcs in the old tribe were forced to wear slave collars because they were defeated in the war.
This time, the warriors of the Horde may have to wear slave collars themselves in order to beg for the reproduction of the race. Maybe the top leaders of the Alliance will promote this as racial integration, or maybe a wise leader like Duke will downplay the past hatred and will not put any humiliating marks on the Horde, but for the warriors of the Horde, this decision itself is a slave collar.
Suffocation, terror, uneasiness, all kinds of negative emotions surged into Vol'jin's heart.
Heroes cannot be replicated.
If Duke had any solution other than to...
Vol'jin really didn't dare to imagine any further.
The first landing point of Dark Flash's firing was far away from Duke. According to C'Thun's current rhythm of slowly sweeping 180 degrees in a semicircle clockwise, Duke only needed to lift his legs and run two steps to reach the safe zone.
Duke saw the shock of the Horde's powerful men. He said nothing and watched the scene coldly.
Duke knew that as the core of the Alliance, his every move would serve as a signal. In fact, if he ordered to deal with the Horde first, except for a few upright people like Tirion Fordring, most of the Alliance's heroes would be willing to immediately fight back and eliminate the unstable factor of the Horde first.
Even though the Alliance and the Horde have cooperated for the third time in the war against the Scourge, Mount Hyjal, and the war against the Zerg, no one will forget the hatred between the Alliance and the Horde, even if it was a tragedy caused by drinking demon blood by mistake and under the guidance of malicious people...
Having reason to forgive does not mean that you will definitely be forgiven.
However, at this moment and in this place, Duke felt a sense of trance.
That's the feeling of standing at the crossroads of history and controlling one's destiny.
It has never been so clear as it is now, that the fate of tens of millions of people from two major forces, and even all living beings on the entire planet Azeroth, is controlled by just one person.
Perhaps, letting Thrall die here and letting the Horde become a pile of loose sand is more in the interests of the Alliance. the Alliance, after annexing the Horde, may be more focused on fighting the Burning Legion and the counterattack of the Old Gods. Perhaps, this is what Duke, as a human, should do most.
It was at this moment that Duke felt... that it would be boring to do this.
Isn't the world of Azeroth made wonderful because of the heroes that emerge in large numbers and write one epic war after another?
Isn't it because of the strategy of inclusiveness across races that we have a super-strong coalition that brings together hundreds of races, regardless of race, occupation, age or gender?
What if he did this?
Wouldn't that be going against the trend of the world?
Duke suddenly laughed, because he suddenly remembered his original identity: an insignificant citizen of the Celestial Empire. Since such a huge country like the Celestial Empire could accommodate 56 ethnic groups, why couldn't the leader of a small alliance with a population of only tens of millions do the same!?
Duke was walking towards the safe zone according to the pre-arranged tactics.
For some reason, in the eyes of others, Duke never took a step back.
The power of fairness and love that was nurtured in Duke's heart seemed to burst out at this moment, forming a standing flag in the illusory spiritual world.
Duke took action. Even though his strength temporarily dropped to the level of Dawn because C'Thun forcibly expelled the magic web and other elements, he was still a well-deserved strong man here.
A longbow made of pure holy light suddenly appeared in his hand. Sylvanas took a closer look in surprise, because the shape of this bow was exactly the same as the bow she and Duke used when they teamed up to shoot arrows when the Scourge invaded the Sunwell.
The slender and sharp spiral sword turned into the sharpest arrow and was placed on the bowstring.
Duke's every move was very quick, but every ranger, including Sylvanas, felt awkward. After all, Duke didn't know how to shoot an arrow, he just copied Sylvanas's shooting posture 100% based on his memory.
This archery posture is certainly elegant and efficient for a female elf, but if it were a rough man, it would be a bit horrible.
The posture is not the point. The point is that Duke can actually master the tricks of archery through imitation, almost by force.
The bowstring vibrates!
The next moment, an arrow suddenly appeared next to the giant claw tentacle that was fighting with Grom and Thrall.
The golden arrow light penetrated perfectly through the gap in the giant claw's shell. The golden arrow light tore through the flesh and blood, and the stinking liquid split the black void like a line, and then turned into a blood mist that filled the sky.
After the golden spiral arrow, or rather the spiral sword, shot off the huge tentacle, it made a minimal 180-degree turn in mid-air before the terrifying light of Dark Flash touched it, and then, under the guidance of Duke's power, flew back in an arc along the periphery of C'Thun's body.
The five trapped people couldn't help but have a thought: When did the Alliance produce an Archer God! ?
Before they had time to think about it, the second arrow that Sylvanas demonstrated and shot herself arrived. This time, Sylvanas shot it with all her might.
Originally, Sylvanas's attack alone was not enough. At the critical moment, a claw popped out from the Emerald Dream and hit her hard.
The giant claw tentacle wrapped around Cairne fell down in a second.
"Go!" Duke's stern voice came from afar.
"That's easy to say..." Grom complained rarely.
Right! How to go? The Broken Hamstrings state of the five people still has at least three seconds, but C'Thun's ultimate skill only takes one second at most.
At this moment, they were surprised to find that the ground beneath their feet had turned into ice.
The next moment, the ice suddenly bounced up diagonally. They were like marbles being bounced off a spring, and they flew towards the safe zone like flying in the clouds.
The heroes from both sides caught the five people who were thrown into the air.
"Haduron!" Sylvanas shouted.
"Warchief!?" Vol'jin was filled with infinite surprise.
Duke's move showed his attitude. Not only would he not give up Halduron and Benedictus, two seemingly second-tier heroes in the Alliance, he even planned to save Thrall, the three core figures of the Horde.
Not only the Alliance, but even the heroes of the Horde felt the power of Duke's will.
Magni, who passed by Duke, sighed slightly, and his nose felt sore.
This is the belief of mortals who yearn for light!
A young man named Duke, his country, and his companions had unexpectedly surpassed the Great Emperor Thoradin, who had been revered as sacred for 2,800 years because he joined forces with the high elves to expel the trolls, and had reached the forefront of the times.
Magni sighed: "If the many creatures of Azeroth can continue to reproduce and survive, perhaps the name Edmund Duke will become an eternal legend..."
Varian happened to be running near Magni and suddenly asked, "Uncle Magni, can I really become a great leader like Uncle Edmund in the future?"
Magni smiled. He was in the state of a god descending from heaven. He ran with big strides and laughed heartily: "Silly boy. There is only one Edmund Duke, and there is only one Varian Wrynn. Besides, mortals are mortals, and gods are gods. Why do you care so much before you have the ability to step into the realm of gods? You are just asking for trouble."
Varian was stunned, and suddenly the confusion that had been blocking his heart for a long time was resolved.
Yes, every existence in the world is unique. No one is a degraded copy of another.
Varian is Varian. He just needs to do his best and live up to his conscience.
What's more, when the gap becomes too big, I lose the desire to catch up.
When mortals look at the divine realm, they are destined to... only be able to look up!
On the other side, Thrall, who was rescued, looked at Duke with a complicated expression. Logically, he should hate Duke, because it was because of this man's extraordinary and even time-defying wisdom that led to the defeat of the old tribe and the enslavement of hundreds of thousands of orcs.
Although he had not personally fought in the First and Second Battles of the Dark Gate, he could shout out without hesitation, "Orcs will never be slaves!" This bold statement might be passed down through the ages by the Horde, but he could not utter a word, "Duke, I hate you!"
Resentment?
Maybe!
But what I feel more at this moment is admiration.
While running, Thrall's big mouth full of fangs moved for a long time before he asked half a sentence: "Why?"
"Do you think it's because we are true allies? We have sworn to protect each other? Or am I a pushover or a saint?" Duke smiled.
"Neither!" Thrall suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Orgrim told me! You personally ordered assassins to kill me when I was still in my cradle! A weak and powerless baby!"
For a moment, the heroes from both sides almost suspected that Thrall was going to fight Duke.
Duke changed the subject and his words became more sonorous: "I never intended to deny that, at that time, a completely destroyed tribe would be more beneficial to the Alliance. If I were in power at that time, I would massacre all the tribal captives, just like the Horde massacred the civilians in every human village in Elwynn Forest."
The air suddenly froze.
Thrall didn't know how to continue the conversation.
At this time, Duke's facial muscles suddenly softened. "But that was in the past. Now the relationship between the Alliance and the Horde has nothing to do with justice, mercy, or hatred. Allies? Saintly mercy? Sorry, I certainly won't say such superficial words. If you must seek an answer from me, I will tell you - this is what the world needs."
"What the world needs..." Thrall was a little confused.
"Don't worry! If I choose to attack the Horde one day, it must be because the conflict between the Alliance and the Horde is irreconcilable, and I will not take action until at least three days after the Horde receives the official declaration of war. Maybe I will kill you one day in the future, and you may also kill me. In this world where even Titans, who are hailed as gods, can fall, nothing is immortal."
Duke's words are shocking!
Not only Thrall, but all the powerful Alliance and Horde warriors around him lost the ability to speak at this moment.
"Please remember! You and I may die fighting with swords and hammers, and the forces you and I represent may tear up our alliance and become enemies! But - not today!"
That's right, not yesterday!
Maybe tomorrow!
But definitely not today!
"Not today!" This sentence itself implies a mysterious attitude, an attitude that can make both parties feel relieved.
Maybe we will become sworn enemies again tomorrow, but not today.
Maybe it will die tomorrow, but not today.
There may be a lot of misfortune and bad luck in the future, but - definitely not today!
Today is destined to be a day worth remembering for all mortals.
For today will be a great day of victory for mortals and demigods alike.
Because today will be the victory day for the multi-racial coalition to defeat the dark ancient evil god C'Thun.
Thrall laughed loudly and swung the flaming Doomhammer: "Hahaha! Edmund Duke! I admire you - let's go together! Kill this disgusting guy!"
Duke also smiled and raised the spiral golden sword in his hand: "Haha! Thrall, I admire you too. I once wanted to kill you. But..."
Not only Thrall and Duke, but also the heroes from the Alliance and the Horde who heard the conversation between the two bosses, shouted in unison!
"Not today—"
When C'Thun's Dark Flash drew a 180-degree arc and stopped helplessly without any achievement, the heroes of the Alliance and the Horde burst out with the greatest enthusiasm and fighting power, and bravely rushed towards their targets.
The space available for movement around has shrunk again.
The four guardian dragons plus a slightly smaller black dragon, with C'Thun as the center, occupied five directions evenly.
Duke's words were also heard by the four guardian dragons.
Alexstrasza and Ysera nodded to Duke, agreeing with his words. Nozdormu seemed to be thinking about something, but Malygos was still unhappy.
"Perhaps, there will never be another opportunity for so many guardian dragons to gather together to fight the ultimate evil. Regardless of whether we have conflicts with each other, I still want to say - not today!"
Yes, today is the day to come together.
Let's talk about tomorrow's conflicts tomorrow.
Malygos spat fiercely, and finally nodded to Alexstrasza.
Every spot of fierce fighting in the hall was ignored by the dragon and Duke, and all the tentacles were left to mortals to deal with.
Only the dragon's head was left raised high.
The dragon's head was ferocious and uneven, its eyes emitted a fiery glow, and its slightly exposed fangs emitted fierce afterglow.
The entire Dragonflight's mental network was in a dead silence, as if the world had stopped at this moment, creating an illusion in the eyes of others, as if these huge dragons were just sculptures or decorations.
All distracting thoughts eventually returned to nothingness, and the gentle breathing sounds among the dragons spread like ripples. Unconsciously, the breathing of each dragon came together.
Same frequency, same severity.
A streak of lightning snaked across the dark hemispherical space, and the pitch-black void suddenly boiled like porridge. A colorful light suddenly appeared a hundred meters above the Eye of C'Thun. Like a rock hitting a mirror-like lake, a ripple spread out in the air, and the colorful circle spread outward with a radius of at least five hundred meters.
Even the poison circle summoned by C'Thun was forced to retreat.
There was a soft "woooo" sound.
"This is..." Calia's voice was a little cautious.
"I know. It's the Dragonflight's formation, right?" Jaina watched the scene unfold with some excitement.
Every strong man in the fierce battle noticed the changes above their heads. Their movements were a little distorted due to excitement. Most of them took the time to raise their heads and take a look, but then they had to retract their gaze and concentrate on the battle.
Not everyone has the time to appreciate the huge shadow gradually emerging from the colorful light circle.
It was a magnificent palace.
The background is silvery white, with gold-rimmed carvings inlaid everywhere, intricate and thick Greek columns, and a sacred palace covered with snow.
However, this temple is upside down, as if it is a mirror image opposite to C'Thun on the ground.
When everyone saw the towering temple gradually transforming from an illusion into reality, and saw those translucent illusory ancient dragons wandering around the inverted temple, everyone finally realized what kind of palace this was.
"It's the Wyrmrest Temple!"
"The guardian dragon actually summoned the Wyrmrest Temple!"
The sudden appearance of the strange temple finally affected the entire battlefield. Even C'Thun couldn't help but turn his huge eyes to stare at the uninvited guest who suddenly broke in from mid-air.
More colorful lights are flashing in the dark void, like the light of stars, blinking.
Every time the five-colored light flashed, a majestic and mighty dragon with shining scales all over its body was left behind.
Red dragon, blue dragon, green dragon, bronze dragon, and even the black dragon that is said to have left the battle sequence of Wyrmrest Temple.
These were not real dragon projections. They pushed away C'Thun's poisonous fog and spread out completely over the dark hemispherical space with a radius of one kilometer.
After the flash of light, a vast sea of dragons appeared in the sky - each and every giant dragon was glowing with a sacred glow.
It even seemed as if one of the Titans in the Pantheon was standing higher up among the dragons, looking at the twisted and hideous C'Thun with majestic eyes.
There was a moment of silence on the battlefield.
The next moment, the clear roar of a dragon resounded throughout this dark underground world.
Due north, the Red Dragon Queen raised her dragon head high and spoke in dragon language: "I swear in the name of the Titans of the Pantheon that I, Alexstrasza, will lead the red Dragonflight to protect the purity of life on the planet Azeroth!"
The alarm bell in C'Thun's heart kept ringing -
After just a moment of distraction, it found that it had lost control of some of the corrosive evil divine powers around it. Its connection with those divine powers was cut off. Originally, it relied on corroding star souls to forcibly extract the vitality of the planet, making itself an existence that even the Pantheon could not deal with.
At this moment, it found that its control area in the earth's crust was invaded by a ball of green fire. It looked like a blazing flame, but it brought life back to the underground space that had been exhausted by its excessive extraction of power.
"Swish, swish, swish!" The entire deep crust began to sway gently.
Then Malygos, Nozdormu, and Ysera swore one after another.
Under the witness of Wyrmrest Temple, each oath will deepen the bond between the guardian dragons and the planet, making it stronger and more resonant with the will of the planet Azeroth.
It can be said that the oath of protection is the source of the power of the guardian dragon.
Malygos mobilizes the elements of this world.
Nozdormu solidified the planet's lines of time and space.
Ysera eliminates evil dreams (will) as much as possible.
Under the witness of Wyrmrest Temple, each oath will deepen the bond between the guardian dragons and the planet, making it stronger and more resonant with the will of the planet Azeroth.
It can be said that the oath of protection is the source of the power of the guardian dragon.
Now it was Onyxia's turn.
If given a choice, Alexstrasza would not want to leave this weak-willed offspring last.
Because at the beginning and the end, the pressure is the greatest.
There is no way. The will of the planet begins with living beings and ends with the earth as the carrier.
Who made the original Nefarian so powerful!
When the father becomes corrupt, the daughter switches from being a rebel to being a loyal minister. How strong can her will be?
It is impossible to lie in the face of the planet's will, so Onyxia's oath sounds... very spineless!
"I swear in the name of Edmund Duke, the prophet of my Lord's destiny and the demigod of the Azeroth Demon Network, that I, Onyxia, am a dragon that obeys my Lord's will. I will uphold my Lord's guardian will and protect the land of Azeroth."
weak!
Very weak!
Isn't it too weak! ?
I have no will of my own. Even in the announcement, I only claimed that I was a pure thug. What I meant was: I am just a worker. Don't come to me for help. If the sky falls, my master will hold it up.
Alexstrasza and Ysera simply rolled their eyes when they heard this.
The other two were not in a good mood. Nozdormu bared his teeth, and Malygos said directly: "Bah!"
Onyxia ignored him and pretended not to hear him: "I have nothing to do with protecting the world. I am just a slacker. I was forced to protect the world. I was a mount and ridden day and night just to survive. If the righteous side is the winner, I don't mind playing the role of the righteous messenger for a while."
Her oath was weak, so the response from the planetary consciousness was naturally weak as well. It was completely different from the previous four guardian dragons.
If Duke hadn't been there to support her at the very end, the Red Dragon Queen would probably have announced a change to a four-dragon formation.
Duke stood at the junction of Onyxia's neck and back. His feet seemed to have taken root, firmly standing on the shiny black dragon scales. The cloak behind him fluttered in the wind.
He opened his tiger lips slightly, and a clear voice rang out:
"I, Edmund Duke, hereby swear—"
"It doesn't matter who you are or what you do."
"Whether it's the supreme demon king or the evil ancient god who has taken root on the planet!"
"Now that we are in Azeroth, we must obey the rules of Azeroth!"
"otherwise..."
"Either get out! Or die!"
The simple and violent oath caused the shadow of the entire Wyrmrest Temple to buzz. Then the oath became an echo, circulating over and over again in the vibration of the law, becoming louder and louder, first resounding throughout the entire Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, then Silithus, and finally seemed to shake the entire planet of Azeroth!
Seriously ill patients have pus squeezed out, flesh cut, or even limbs amputated, all in order to gain a glimmer of hope of survival.
It is like a patient with advanced diabetes who knows that his legs are already rotten but still refuses to have them amputated. This kind of decision is never an easy one.
Ever since several old gods corrupted the planet Azeroth, absorbing nutrients in exchange for their own growth at the cost of the planet's destruction, this beautiful planet seems to have fallen into a vicious circle - if the planet is to be healthy, these old gods must be eliminated, but eliminating the old gods also means that the planet Azeroth, which has been deeply corroded by the old gods' souls and power, is also likely to be destroyed.
Even Aman'thul, the boss of the Pantheon, could not make the decision to completely destroy several ancient gods. In the end, he resorted to sealing several ancient gods, praying that as time passed, there would be a better way to deal with them.
The reason why Duke dared to fight C'Thun so hard was because he provided a solution to the will of the planet.
When Alexstrasza's life force was injected into C'Thun's territory in the planet's crust, C'Thun was completely enraged.
From tens of thousands of years ago when there were no historical records, to the time when they were sealed in the War of Domination 25,000 years ago, when have the ancient gods ever stopped fighting for territory?
On the earth, on the only ancient Kalimdor continent, the respective proxy races are fighting each other. Deep in the earth, the forces of each other are constantly clashing.
Alexstrasza, a mere demigod, rushed in with such little power, as if to purify the entire territory of C'Thun and bring vitality to such a vast area. This was as ridiculous as using a drop of water to purify a large bottle of ink.
C'Thun is really angry!
The turbid and evil underground world began to operate rapidly as if a trap had been triggered.
From the various layers of seemingly ordinary rock formations;
From the still and peaceful underground rivers;
From every unexpected crack or hole;
Countless forces were used, and finally formed a polymer mass that was unimaginably huge!
If Alexstrasza's power is a pool of pure water, then the evil aggregation of divine power that gradually emerges is an impure deep pool that gathers all the evil and corruption of all things.
The earth's crust is filled with incredible landscapes. Infinitely twisted evil wills and corrosive slurries are constantly mutating in the vast underground space, forming an ever-changing chaotic landscape.
It frantically encircled and suppressed the green that dared to penetrate into the underground world, destroying the only breath of life that dared to invade the underground in the past 25,000 years.
Compared to the monster beneath the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, called C'Thun in the Qiraji language by the Qiraji insects, what the mortal warriors of the Alliance and the Horde see now is just the tip of the iceberg.
At this moment, deeper than the earth's crust, in the deepest part of the earth, it seemed that some kind of life was activated. Not only was C'Thun's thoughts and divine power gathered in the earth's crust, but even the coalition soldiers far on the surface could clearly feel a chilling anger gushing out from the deepest part of the earth.
"This is..." Alexstrasza was shocked.
At first, she didn't understand why Duke asked her to deliver 30% of her strength into C'Thun's lair as if she were delivering food.
Now she understood a little.
magma!
Magma is extremely hot and destructive.
Every living planet has its own active liquid core, a large portion of which is magma.
Along with the changes in the earth's crust, the planet will always release excess energy deep in the core in the form of volcanic eruptions from time to time.
In Azeroth, the most typical place is Un'Goro Crater, which is exactly the intersection of two continental plates.
What Duke did was actually to remind the hazy planetary will that it could make its eruption slightly crooked...
right!
When Alexstrasza lured C'Thun's forces together, magma erupted directly from the depths of the earth's core, annihilating C'Thun's main force!
Now it seems that the idea was successful.
The simplicity of C'Thun's thinking allowed Alexstrasza to accomplish a feat similar to catching a whale with a fishing rod with just the power of a demigod.
Hundreds of millions of tons of lava sprayed at high speed onto the mass of divine power aggregate of C'Thun in the earth's crust, and C'Thun in the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj suddenly let out a shrill wail.
Taking this as a signal, Tirion raised Ashbringer high inside the beast's belly and chopped it down with all his might.
In the vision of every hero in the fierce battle, C'Thun's size expanded by at least half a degree, lightning flashed inside his body, and every eye tentacle that squeezed out of the ground randomly released lightning similar to the Eye Ridge.
Its huge, hideous and twisted body became shockingly bright, with an odd sense of transparency, while also giving people a feeling that it would collapse at any moment.
The Old Gods are the Old Gods.
C'Thun is worthy of being the super boss in the early versions of World of Warcraft, who caused countless guilds to be wiped out. Even though the largest divine power group in its lair continued to be destroyed, which was almost equivalent to a pierced human heart, it did not die immediately, but instead became more ferocious.
A gigantic tentacle, twice the size of an ordinary giant claw tentacle, emerged from the ground and swept fiercely towards the area where the mortal heroes were most concentrated.
The tentacles just lying on the ground were nearly two stories high, sweeping over with the momentum of sweeping across an entire city block in one strike.
Such a wide-area indiscriminate attack made all dodging meaningless.
The higher defense of plate armor showed its true value at this moment. Paladins and warriors wearing heavy iron cans could at least be treated as high fly balls.
An undead thief was torn into pieces the moment he was hit.
Another lich's blue and white ice barrier had just lit up, and the next moment, under the extremely strong blow that the high-density frost element could not withstand, the entire ice block burst into a blazing white light and then shattered.
Not only the ice, but the entire body along with the ice shattered into small powder-like pieces and disappeared in this dark underground space.
But this was the last casualty of the Battle for Ahn'Qiraj.
At this moment, the earth suddenly shook violently.
No one except Duke and the will of the planet Azeroth discovered that after destroying the largest mass of C'Thun's divine power, the magma under the ground once again swirled together in one direction.
In the center of the vortex, the dark red light accumulated to the extreme, and then suddenly brightened, bursting out with a momentary brilliance that was no less than that of the sunlight.
With a loud "boom", a beam of fiery red light burst out from the ground where C'Thun's base was located.
This lava thrust was like a red-hot fork, piercing C'Thun from bottom to top in an instant, like a kebab with a piece of meat on it, lifted high up.
Without even a second's hesitation, the five-colored guardian dragons activated the Wyrmrest Formation, and the illusory dragons injected their dragon breath into the inverted Wyrmrest Temple.
A brilliant and colorful light suddenly rose from the temple, and then blasted down onto C'Thun's big eyes.
That is a stunning sight that countless mortals will never have the chance to see in their entire lives.
The dazzling glow in the underground cave not only dispelled the surrounding darkness, but also washed away the darkness like the morning light. The light even penetrated the thick rock layer, bathing the entire Silithus Desert in this light.
Hundreds of thousands of coalition soldiers were fortunate enough to witness the last moments of a true evil god.
The remains of C'Thun, which was blown into the air by the lava fountain, met the final blow from the moon goddess Elune.
A burst of starry and moonlight flashed.
Soon the entire disgusting mass of flesh began to fall apart like a sand castle blown away by a strong wind.
Then, in the blink of an eye, immeasurable power of heaven and earth broke out from C'Thun's body, tearing it into pieces, turning it into a blood mist that filled the sky and dissipated in the almost never-ending desert storm in Silithus.
"I, Edmund Duke, declare as the supreme commander of the Alliance..."
"I, Thrall, declare in the name of the Great Warchief of the Horde..."
Two voices, in different languages, were broadcast simultaneously on every magic communication channel and on every magic loudspeaker.
"The cruel ancient evil god C'Thun was defeated by the combined forces of the Dragonflight, the Alliance, and the Horde!"
The moment the two broadcasts stopped, there was a very brief silence in the entire audience, as if a god came and zipped up everyone's mouths, prohibiting them from speaking.
After a brief pause, the gears of time began to turn again.
In an instant, thunderous cheers broke out in every corner of Silithus.
In the emotionless desert, it seemed that every grain of sand was instantly heated by people's enthusiasm, and even the air was boiling!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Dead! Dead?"
"Let you show off!?"
"What ancient gods? Go to hell! Bah!"
"My boy, did you see it in the spirit of heaven? I have avenged your father for you!"
Who is laughing and celebrating?
Who is crying sadly?
The news of C'Thun's annihilation spread throughout Silithus as if it had wings in the shortest time possible. Then it was transmitted through magic to Theramore and Orgrimmar thousands of miles away, and reached the Eastern Kingdoms across the Endless Sea.
Hundreds of thousands of Allied soldiers were screaming wildly, with tears and smiles mixed together, and it didn't seem out of place at all.
The tauren carried the dwarf on his neck, as if he was used to it.
Orcs and humans were arm in arm, trolls and dwarves were dancing with their eyes fixed on each other, and all the things that were unimaginable before the war happened at this moment.
The atmosphere reached its peak when Duke announced that the battle was over and that it was time to celebrate, and that hundreds of tons of fine wine would be shipped in soon.
Duke had long foreseen the fall of C'Thun, and secretly prepared a celebration ceremony while meeting military supplies.
When hundreds of portals opened at various soldier gathering points in Silithus, and when the tavern waiters who were transferred in pushed barrels of fine wine through the portals, opened the barrels, and let the overflowing aroma of wine spread in all directions, no warrior could control himself anymore.
"Don't push! Don't push! Line up! the Alliance and the Horde will have a share!"
Using paladins to maintain order and millions of gold coins to clear the way, Thrall, who saw this scene in the magic mirror, was immediately injured by Duke's heroism.
Super-hot blazing lava was erupting a dozen steps away, but because it was wrapped in a large ice base built by Duke using frost elements, no heat was transmitted to him. Instead, there was a slight chill, giving people an unreal feeling.
Thrall turned around and said, "Duke, did you foresee the fall of C'Thun?"
Duke curled his lips and said, "No! But I think, at least if we fail and have to wait for death, we can drink to drown our sorrows."
"Humph! I don't believe a word you say now."
Duke shrugged: "Whether you believe it or not, I believe it myself."
"…"
I've seen scoundrels, but I've never seen such a scoundrel.
Thrall immediately realized that he was not good enough! Thrall scratched his head and was about to say something when Vol'jin stopped him. As the chief, once the battle was over, a lot of trouble would come to him.
At this time, Jaina came over, pulled Duke's sleeve, and said in a voice that sounded almost like a dream: "Hey, Duke, is C'Thun dead?"
Duke raised his head and twisted his slightly sore neck: "Since the beginning of human civilization, we have always wanted to kill all rats and cockroaches. What is the result?"
Jaina's expression suddenly turned bad: "This result is terrible."
Duke shook his head and smiled: "You missed a lot of things. From the perspective of life continuation, no existence can completely kill a divine creature that can infinitely self-reproduce."
"That..."
"From the perspective of the gods, although C'Thun is not completely finished, it has completely lost its territory and foundation, which is no different from being finished in many ways. It has been eliminated from the multi-party game surrounding the planet Azeroth. Not to mention resurrection, whether the other ancient gods will let it go is still unknown."
Are guys like N'Zoth and Yogg-Saron good men and women?
To mortals, the defeated C'Thun seemed of little value except for his contribution of equipment. In the eyes of the other ancient gods, the remaining chaos divinity and fragments of godhood of C'Thun were the greatest treasure.
Unfortunately, that thing is also a highly poisonous level to Duke, so it can only be given to those guys.
Divinity is the greatest reflection of a god's characteristics, and it carries the deepest imprint of the god's will, so it is definitely the most troublesome. Although Duke can purify those divinities, it is extremely uneconomical.
This is like extracting beneficial substances from a pile of shit. Theoretically, it is possible, but who is willing to do it, how much time and energy will it take, and this is a big problem in itself.
As for the fragments of the godhead, this thing is the upper limit of a god's divine power. In theory, it is also a good thing, but Duke still declined it. Because the direction that C'Thun was going was not in line with Duke's. The corrosion system in the nature system?
What the hell is that?
Duke doesn't need those things. What Duke really wants is...
Suddenly, in the underground space whose ceiling was blown apart, every being felt an inexplicable throbbing.
Whether they were mortal heroes or the guardian dragons who were supposed to be high and mighty, they raised their heads one after another.
Suddenly, they felt that they had temporarily lost contact with the power they were familiar with.
What comes into view is a still world. The wind is still, and every grain of dust blown up by the wind keeps spinning. There is neither the agitation of elements nor the passage of time. Watching the faint sunlight pouring down from the hole in the dome, there is a warm feeling.
The feeling of loss after losing power did not cause them panic. The biggest reason was that a quiet and slightly warm feeling filled their hearts.
That is - the feeling of a mother.
The next moment, time seemed to resume its flow, and everything in the world seemed to be excited because of the arrival of a will.
To be precise, it was not a single will.
It is more like a collection of countless wills.
There are living beings, there are things that are classified as dead by mortals, and there are also many thoughts of free souls. All the wills come together to form a relatively unified thought.
At this moment, this thought spoke a universal language: "Thank you, Edmund Duke!"
Then, this will disappeared without a trace.
"Huh!" Duke let out a long breath: "This is what I want..."