Chapter 2018 N'Zoth's Greeting

Duke finds N'zoth extremely annoying.

Disgusting, sinister, despicable, and shooting in the back!

The Burning Legion is trying to destroy the world, it's none of your business N'Zoth's business!

Wake up, the Qing Dynasty is dead. Oh, no, it’s your dark empire that has been dead for 25,000 years.

The old and the young are left behind, they just can’t see the reality clearly.

Back then, Sargeras was able to destroy you ancient gods once. Even if he doesn't represent the Pantheon now, would he still share this planet with you, N'Zoth?

I have no idea what N'Zos is doing here.

But it's obvious that corrupting the Emerald Dream is definitely an important part of a big conspiracy that N'Zoth has been planning for a long time.

Without a system scan, Duke would never have known that this residual image of Xavius ​​actually contained a huge amount of corrupt energy. This is enough to pollute the Emerald Dream ten times.

If Duke is really foolish enough to go up and fight Xavius, then after beating Xavius ​​to the ground in a matter of minutes, there will be a self-destruction!

After Xavius ​​became gigantic, his big belly was filled with highly concentrated pus. All mental pollutants.

Once it happens, it will be 10,000 times worse than 'indoctrinating little girls with island country action movies who believe in Santa Claus'. If Duke really touches it on his own, he will be brainwashed in minutes like his good comrade back then - Neltharion, the Guardian of the Earth.

Duke didn't bite the hook, so Nzos' fishing tactics naturally failed.

When Mr. Du destroyed the final boss of Xavius's afterimage at the minimum cost, he broke another situation: over there, Ysera was almost kneeling.

Ysera tried her best to wave her claws, but was unable to block Cenarius' attack.

"No! Damn it, you..."

Tentacle play and stuff are really exciting.

If Ysera hadn't been in dragon form, even the most violent bard would not have dared to describe this scene.

Just as Duke had calculated before. Ysera was at an absolute disadvantage. Because her soul was damaged and unable to use dream-based magic, Ysera could only fight with the most primitive attack methods like an ancestral dragon.

Unfortunately, after shrinking in size, all her claw strikes, dragon tail sweeps, dragon wing slaps, and even dragon bites have become significantly less powerful.

The only bright spot was that Ysera's natural dragon breath actually purified many of Cenarius' summons.

There are several purified tree spirits; forest sisters who are deer-like and know some natural magic; and... Malfurion!

Duke really didn't expect that Malfurion would actually come here. There was no time to ask Malfurion why he was here. Anyway, the system showed that Malfurion was at half health, and he still had quite a bit of magic power.

As long as a great druid with huge magic power is still breathing, if you give him a cover, he will inject himself with chicken blood, and he will be resurrected with full blood in a short time.

Duke raised his hand, and a huge ice shield blocked the cluster of thorns Cenarius threw at Malfurion.

Malfurion's face showed surprise, and then he saw Duke and nodded to Duke.

Duke ignored the big druid with a green head and launched a fierce attack on Cenarius.

"Ouch! Corrosion! Madness! Only nightmares are eternal!" Cenarius raised his hands in the air and shouted a lot of nonsense unique to mental patients.

Duke didn't feel anything. As a modern industrialist, he was destined to have nothing to do with the naturalists.

With a thought, dozens of flaming knives appeared out of thin air, slashing at the tentacles and thorns created by the fallen Cenarius.

The next second, Duke was shocked!

The fire was effective against the decaying tentacle vines, burning through those entangled with Ysera in the blink of an eye. But in less than a hundredth of a second, more rotten vines sprouted from the void and continued to wrap around Ysera's dragon body, getting tighter and tighter.

Ysera's neck was strangled so hard that she couldn't breathe.

"Become human!" Duke shouted.

"No -" Ysera refused, because turning into human form would mean she gave up the fight forever. Cenarius has a special meaning to her.

"He is not Cenarius!" Duke suddenly added.

"He is..." Ysera was stunned, forgetting to even struggle.

"Hey, N'Zoth, are you finally willing to show up? Even just a small part!?" Duke sneered at Cenarius, who seemed violent and kept using dark plant magic.

Time seems to have frozen, Ysera is the former master of this world after all. She began to examine the fallen 'adopted son' in front of her with the strongest sense she could achieve.

The next moment, without even saying hello to Duke, her still huge figure suddenly shrank.

Duke did not waste Ysera's decision. He stretched out his hand, and a mage hand larger than a human appeared out of thin air and pulled Ysera back into her night elf form.

Almost as soon as she was pulled into Duke's arms, Ysera collapsed again. As expected, forcing herself to fight with her soul damaged was too much of a burden for her.

Cenarius' face over there showed astonishment, and then he laughed ferociously.

"Hey hey hey! It's so interesting! Duke*Marcus, I'm really becoming more and more interested in you." His voice became extremely low, rich, like thunder, like drumming, and even more transcendental. indifferent.

That is the arrogance of not taking any life in the world seriously.

"Oh! N'Zoth, when we said hello for the first time, I thought you would always huddle in a dark corner and refused to come out." Duke held Ysera, who was gasping for air due to exhaustion, and stared at him. In front of him was Cenarius who possessed the will of N'Zoth.

'Cenarius' shook the huge index finger of his right hand: "No, no, no, according to you humans, I am a chess player. It would be too shameful for a chess player to be reduced to a chess piece. "

Wow!

What you said makes sense. Do I need your autograph?

"Haha!" Duke started taunting mode: "Do you think Sargeras will treat you as a chess player?"

Enzos was speechless.

As an ancient god, it thinks highly of itself and no one looks down upon it. Apart from the occasional gang-up and hook-up with his old friends who were also Ancient Gods, N'Zoth really didn't enjoy anyone.

In the age of the Dark Empire, all the ancient gods refused to obey anyone and attacked each other.

As for Sargeras, it would be a lie to say that I don't hate him.

The arrival of the Pantheon ruined the dreams of domination by the ancient gods. Even if Sargeras falls, will Sargeras look down on N'zoth, his defeated general back then?

The person who knows a being best must be his enemy.