Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 1135 33. Secret Talk (Part 2)--To Order the Brothers Zaiyuan to Add More [8/16]

Chapter 1135 33. Secret talk (Part 2)--To order the brothers Zaiyuan to add more [816]

The great lord came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

The moment his consciousness dissipated from Elisande's body, the great magister who returned with will shuddered.

Elisande lowered his head, and saw that his body was sitting on the cold throne in a masculine and domineering posture. His hips, legs, and arms resting on the armrests were even covered with blood. The coldness of death froze a thin layer of ice, because the great lord did not release the magic shield when manipulating her body, so this layer of ice was frozen on the skin, not to mention the kind of cold that penetrated into the bone marrow It's sour.

And Queen Azshara in front of Elisande dissipated the projection long before the spirit of the great magister returned, and took her will back to the city under the sea. After seeing through En'Zoth's vicious plan, Queen Azshara To make the most accurate judgment in the face of the complex situation in front of her in a very short period of time, it is a judgment related to the future of the Naga Empire and herself.

She has no time, so she will chat more with this former courtier here.

The great magister didn't know what happened at all. At the moment when the great lord's huge will occupied her body, her original soul seemed to be blindfolded, her ears were blocked, and all her senses were closed. She couldn't see She couldn't hear, couldn't feel, and was suppressed somewhere in her body in a special state. It wasn't until after the secret talk was over that her will was allowed to take over the body again.

She didn't even know if she had fulfilled the orders of the great lord, but when the great magister stood up from the cold throne and warmed her body with flame magic, she realized that the black scepter on her finger Some kind of seal on the ring has been lifted, it is a space ring, and she can feel that there is something inside.

Elisande opened the ring with excitement and anticipation, and a strange seed wrapped in some kind of rock shell jumped into her hand. This seed should be very old. It can be seen that it is polished so smooth, and the great magister recognizes the remaining imprint, which is obviously the style of the magic creation of the Elf Empire 10,000 years ago.

More importantly, she recognized the seed, and she knew what it was for.

"Acandor!"

The great magister let out a wild cry of surprise, and she hugged the rock-wrapped seed tightly in her arms, as if embracing the most precious hope.

"There is still a seed of Alcandor in this world! I thought they were all destroyed in the cataclysm..."

After being excited for a moment, Ms. Elisande bowed down to pay tribute to the empty Frozen Throne behind her with an extremely sincere gesture. The high lord fulfilled his promise, and he was indeed as generous as the rumors said.

He is the savior of the Nightborne!

"Children of the night...we are saved!"

"Thank you, Lord Tyrion Dawnblade...we will never forget your favor."

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And while the great lord and the lady of the light were conducting a spy, in the original place where the evil spread in the deep sea, in the sleeping minister Ny'alotha, and on the edge of the seal near the thousand-bearded demon N'Zoth, Under the deep sea without a trace of light, another spy is also going on.

Ny'alotha, here is the Void Temple in the mouth of the cultists, and it is also the place where the Titan Guardians used to seal the ancient god N'Zoth. It is located in the darkest and coldest place in the endless sea of ​​Azeroth. In this place, except for the ancient gods and those servants who were infused with the power of chaos, almost no life can survive in the water filled with the power of nothingness.

And in this sealed land that has been shrouded in dark water for many years, thousands of cultists who have been transformed by N'Zoth whisper here all day long. In their distorted souls and thinking, serving the ancient gods They are the glory of the world, they are the eyes of N'Zoth, the tentacles, and the extension of the chaotic mind. In the shadows and dark places of the world that mortals have not discovered, there are many such void beings hiding.

They are like the darkness crawling in the abyss, whispering and chanting, expecting the chaotic nothingness to rush out of this lightless land, and then swallow the whole world, leaving only the flesh and blood on the earth.

In this lost city submerged in the endless ocean, N'Zoth, sleeping in the seal, is creating endless nightmares.

The heart of the ancient god was beating, like ice in the darkness of chaos, releasing bit by bit, freezing the whole world bit by bit.

And in the dark place of the deeper sea in Nanyalosa, the pervasive, terrifying concentration of void power is enough to drown the god of death here.

This is the city of flesh and blood that represents antiquity, terror, and endless original sin.

In the sleeping Ny'alotha, only madness, evil and nothingness are pacing and moving forward.

This is an indescribable place. Everything that exists here seems to have been distorted, and it is even impossible to determine whether their existence is real, or this place of creeping terror is actually just a continuation of an ancient nightmare.

a fish.

A strange fish, not even a sea fish, a fish that grows in fresh water, flapped its tail, and slowly swam into this darkest place from the sea water, a chaotic light appeared in its godless eyes, like In the body of this fish, there seems to be another soul. That soul manipulated it and swam into the city of flesh and blood in Ny'alotha. Between the last remains of this ancient dark empire, it went all the way to Before, go straight to the seal of N'Zoth.

This is obviously not normal.

Those twisted creatures wandering in the city of flesh and blood, although they have no eyes, their senses in the dark are unparalleled, but even so, they seem to completely ignore this weak fish, letting it go all the way, And those magic circles that were deployed in the city to pull the void were like blind people, and they were not triggered by this weird fish at all.

It just wagged its tail and swam in water that was cold enough to freeze any creature. After ten minutes, it stopped at the deepest part of the city. It was a dark tower that looked like an obelisk. The darkness is deeper, the surface of the high tower seems to be piled up with dark red crystals, the decayed and dark glimmer lingering on its surface, the only light source in this city of flesh and blood... even its light If it travels less than 10 centimeters in the water, it will be completely engulfed by darkness.

But this does not mean that this tower symbolizes hope.

"How does it feel? Do you feel their passing?"

The fish hovering at the junction of the darkness and the dark red halo flicked its tail like a puppet on a string, and a faint voice echoed in the water filled with the power of the void , like a question.

And the tower of silence in front of me seemed unwilling to talk to this unexpected visitor. Faced with her question, the tower that hides the most evil things did not respond, and this kind of silence made Sarata, who came on an adventure Miss Si was very dissatisfied, she taunted in the language of void creatures:

"It's ironic that the weakest of us came closest to victory, C'Thun, Yogg-Saron, Y'Shaarj, and...well, you! But only One can devour the world, it is destined."

"Now it seems that you and I both have that chance... Still not talking? N'Zoth! I came here in a hurry, not to watch you perform a dumb show!"

Faced with this direct questioning, the high tower surrounded by a dark red halo finally responded.

Amidst the reverberation of the water waves, a deep voice sounded like the darkness itself:

"You! You are not one of us at all!"

"Yes, or no? Does that make sense?"

Miss Saratas let out a deep laugh, and she said:

"Anyway, we have the same goal by different routes. We all come from the void, and our purpose is to transform Azeroth, isn't it?"

Facing Miss Xalatas's response, En'Zoth was silent again, but its silence and Miss Sister's answer seemed to represent that even the great lord Tyrion and the Chaldeans who had held Xalatas . A secret that even Morgan doesn't know.

It seems... Xal'atath's past is not as simple as she described, and even her identity as the fifth ancient god seems to be just a lie.

But these are not important, she does come from the void, and just like her response, she also wants to change the world, in front of this big event, identity is not important.

"Hey, seeing the nightmares you and Yogg-Saron spread everywhere, I'm very jealous... But I'm also frank, and I'm a little proud. This proves that for tens of thousands of years, you have not been doing useless work, and I am also Know, you've been trying to open the gates to the Void and corrupt this unique world with the power of your homeworld, but be careful, Tyrion is after you for all the stupid things you've done to piss him off, and He'll be here soon."

Xal'atath warns:

"So whatever you want to do, do it as soon as possible!"

"Tyrion...an unexpected nuisance, a difficult foe."

N'Zoth's tone also became low at this moment, as if it was also very disappointed by the threat of the great lord, and it responded:

"But what about you?"

"Your body is entwined with the breath of death. You have obeyed Tyrion Dawnblade's will. Your arrival, perhaps, is a trap? Just like what the dead did in the past...Archimonde, Kil'jaeden, even the future Aggramar, Sargeras... I have to be so skeptical."

"Shut up! It was just an accident!"

Xalatas's tone was a little angry and a little ashamed, she said:

"Don't slander my dear Tyrion here, that is a seed of corruption planted in death. The violent ghost will linger in the wrath of destruction and grow in the pain of loss. He will be the god of the deep again. A prey...well, what you said makes sense, he is a very dangerous prey, but if I can succeed, then this world, and even the stars...hehe."

"Okay, I'm not here today to discuss my problems, this is for you, N'Zoth!"

The fish manipulated by Xalatas opened its mouth, as if the power of the void was surging in its slightly weird mouth. The next moment, the palm-sized fish opened its entire mouth, as if its entire body They were all torn apart, but no blood flowed out. The sharp teeth that separated into four petals were enough to make anyone go crazy in an instant.

And the flesh and blood of this monster squirmed, and "spit" out something hidden in its body. It was a dark ball, like dark smoke sealed by crystals, but when this weird ball fell into Frying in the water, in front of Xalatas, the dark red sacrificial tower with a height of nearly 200 meters suddenly shook.

Between the swaying of the seabed, several tentacles covered with black horny and terrifying suckers, with the power of pure void, rushed into the icy water, crushing the hovering ball in an instant, while those dark The mist, like ink poured into the water, spread across the flesh and blood of Ny'alotha. It looked like a soul... a weak, octopus-like soul.

But before it could utter a scream, the next moment, the rolling tide sucked the dark mist into the dark red sacrifice tower in front of it like a monster swallowing water.

Then... Then there was a horrible chewing sound, like a monster from the abyss enjoying its own food.

"The soul of C'Thun."

Xal'atath's voice slowly died away in the dark waters, and she said:

"This is my goodwill, N'Zoth, make good use of the power I give you to complete the gate of the void, and at the same time set off chaos. The collapse of the world order he shaped will be the last straw that overwhelms him. ...chaos, this chaos will turn defeat into victory!"

"At that time, this world belongs to you!"

"And I, all I want is, my dear Tyrion... that's all..."

(About the various mysteries of Arcandor, there is a large description in the elf chapter of the last book "Traces of the Holy Light in Azeroth", and you can also find relevant information about this sacred tree on the Internet on Baidu, here I won’t go into details. In fact, according to the current settings in the game, the fruit of the tree of Arcandor is very likely to be the only item in the background setting of World of Warcraft that can permanently eradicate magic addiction. Other methods such as holy light, evil energy, death, void and other energy infusions such as reshaping are not really perfect.

What's interesting is that the birth of Arcandor originated from the hands of the mages of the elven empires, but it was also those mages who abused magic power and passed on their magic addiction to their descendants. Behind the story about the history of elves , is the philosophy that destruction and salvation come from the same source, and I don't know if it was specially arranged by the former ghost designers. )

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