Deep beneath Ulduar, there were unique runes of order, and chains forged from special metals on the periphery pulled taut, securely sealing the prison.
Even the Guardians were not authorized to open the seal runes above; they were designed for the permanent sealing of the Old Gods and crafted personally by the Titans.
Only time could erode the power of the runes; perhaps after tens of thousands of years, once their power weakened, the Old Gods would be able to break free from their confinement and reappear on the surface.
Inside the prison, there was also a lake over ten kilometers in diameter, bubbling with gas. The originally clear water had become thick and emitted a foul stench, all of this was Yogg-Saron's excrement!
Who would have thought that the esteemed Old Gods would be submerged in their own cesspit?
No wonder there was a pervasive stench. To be able to immerse himself in it without changing his expression, his mental fortitude could certainly be considered resolute.
Originally, he was dormant, awaiting good news about the corruption of the Guardians, but when Arthas arrived, the ancient god's aura on him was immediately detected, startling him awake from his slumber.
"Hmm? The scent of the Void. Who has come this time? Is it that wicked woman Xal'atath? It doesn't seem like it. Has the Void sent another vanguard?"
"This doesn't smell like C'Thun, nor does it smell like that good-for-nothing N'Zoth. Who could it be?"
After Y'Shaarj's death, Yogg-Saron became the strongest Old Gods. Besides C'Thun, he didn't put anyone else in his eyes.
To call N'Zoth trash was because he truly could treat the other as trash; he was an insignificant fellow.
In ancient times, if Y'Shaarj hadn't been in the way, he would have long since eliminated N'Zoth, the weakest of them all. By devouring N'Zoth, he might have been able to contend with Y'Shaarj.
The newly arrived Void aura also carried the scent of an Old Gods, which was the power of flesh-shaping perception.
Archaeologists all believed that flesh-shaping was the work of the Old Gods. This was true, and yet not entirely true.
Because the Old Gods, without physical forms in their Void state, were influenced by the Azeroth World Soul and gradually transformed into flesh-and-blood creatures, taking a different path.
They then naturally learned the flesh-shaping curse, capable of afflicting creations not made of metal or stone, gradually transforming them into flesh-and-blood bodies over a long period of time.
Iron bodies could survive for tens of thousands of years without damage, but if they were transformed into flesh-and-blood bodies, their lifespan would drastically shorten, and their strength and defense would also significantly decrease.
Iron constructs that were once difficult to deal with could be easily killed after being transformed into flesh-and-blood bodies.
Imposing the flesh curse was actually just for the convenience of escaping prison, not part of some grand scheme.
"Damn it, who is this?"
Just as Yogg-Saron was utterly confused, that aura suddenly vanished, without a trace.
This did not lower his guard; instead, he became even more worried. He didn't know the situation outside, and even if he could exert whispered control over others, he wasn't omniscient.
He connected his mental energy to his corrupted subject, Loken, the Keeper of Wisdom.
"Go outside and investigate thoroughly what threat is approaching. The era of the Void is coming, and soon you will be free to embrace the Void and tear apart those false Titan lies!"
Ulduar, inside the Hall of Lightning.
An fifty-meter-tall iron giant sat on the throne. Although an iron construct, its appearance was almost identical to humans, who had not yet emerged. It wore a sleeveless robe, a garment with distinct ancient Greek characteristics.
"Master, have the Titans arrived?"
Loken appeared somewhat anxious and distraught. As the first to defect, he had yet to recruit a second Guardian.
The other Guardians were either killed, incited by him to fight each other, or had become despondent and unwilling to battle.
"No, it's just a Void harbinger. Don't be afraid. The great Void will help any of its faithful children."
Yogg-Saron offered comfort verbally, but inwardly, he was disdainful. He called himself the Keeper of Wisdom?
So cowardly? The moment anything related to the Titans was mentioned, he would cower like a turtle. How disgraceful.
If not for needing him to destroy the prison, such a wretch would merely become his food.
Hearing that the Titans had not come to settle scores with him, Loken breathed a sigh of relief and transformed into lightning, appearing outside Ulduar.
A ripple lingered in the air. Just before he appeared, Arthas had already cast a mass teleportation spell, bringing the three women back to the fortress in Grizzly Hills.
Outside, there was nothing but ice and snow. The persistent Loken even dispatched the Iron Army to search.
He also accessed the surveillance, which previously showed nothing. This made him somewhat paranoid. Was someone spying on him?
Could it be that Guardian Thorim had discovered his seduction of his wife and her subsequent murder?
No, that wasn't right. If that were the case, given that foolish brother's personality, he would undoubtedly challenge him to a decisive battle regardless of the consequences.
He couldn't figure it out, absolutely couldn't figure it out.
Was someone truly spying, or was Yogg-Saron just being paranoid?
On the other side.
Suramar City.
Court Advisor Xavius secretly contacted the Burning Legion, and he also discovered that queen Azshara's handmaiden, Vashj, had been missing for several days.
Upon investigation, he found that she was with a creature fully clad in armor, of an unknown race.
It looked somewhat like a construct from the northern Titan facilities? Its physique was no different from a miniature iron construct.
This time, he contacted Sargeras. The fallen Titan was in a meeting with two lieutenants, discussing the invasion of Azeroth and reorganizing military preparations, ensuring the army was in optimal condition for an attack at any moment.
Kil'jaeden suggested that Sargeras bestow a Fel blessing upon the poor wretch, allowing him to taste the sweetness and lure him down a path of no return.
Fel was powerful, but also addictive. It would disrupt the existing force system, making it impossible to use other forces.
Priests would no longer be able to summon the Holy Light, and druids would no longer be able to commune with nature; they would be forced to walk the path of Fel to its bitter end!
Injecting Fel into Xavius' body would turn him into a demon, completely severing his hopes. He would either obey The Legion's arrangements or be executed as a traitor by the night elf race.
As the Deceiver, his specialty was setting traps for others. He firmly believed that no one could refuse the power of Fel, just as he, wise as he was, had fallen for Sargeras' deception!
For this, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his planet and his people, becoming a member of the demons.
The plan was a series of interconnected steps: Sargeras would bestow the blessing, and then he would orchestrate events, targeting the person or item most cherished by the individual, to ignite their inner greed.
As long as there was desire, there was a weakness, and they could be controlled, becoming a pitiable wretch to be toyed with by him.