Chapter 1185 26. Endgame

All waiting is a process, and as long as it is a process, there will be results.

Algalon, the astral observer who is as bright as the stars, stands alone on an asteroid at the edge of the Azeroth star region. In this lonely world, he is like a lonely watchman , he is waiting patiently, waiting for the arrival of every important node.

It's like he's standing on an invisible line.

Behind him is hope.

It is a group of beings who have stepped into the doomsday battlefield. They yearn for the hope of survival, which comes from the instinctive desire to survive in their lives. It allows them to overcome fear and cowardice, and allows them to stick to their own world. Arms and body, seek to stop the mightiest being of the stars and his master of destruction.

In front of him, is despair.

He is a tyrant who has witnessed the cataclysm of the stars and chooses to slaughter the starry sky. He wants to use his own power to bury this world full of disasters, and try to breed a perfect era in the ashes of all endings. He drives the craziest and cruelest creatures in the stars to be his fighters, and his legion almost wiped out most of the stars. The destructive momentum they have accumulated makes those civilizations shivering in the shadows of the stars hardly dare to confront them directly. See.

This is a war of hope and despair, and no matter who wins, this era of stars will come to an end.

Algalon stood quietly on the highest peak of this barren world, looking at the dark stars, he belongs to the side of hope, he will be the frontline sentry, he will be the messenger of the coming war, and he will serve as the guardian of the unwilling group behind him. For the warriors of destruction, sound the first horn to start the war.

Algaron is not a mortal of flesh and blood. He is a unique life form among the stars and a member of the order system of the Pantheon. It is precisely because their race is rational enough that they will not be affected by other factors, so they are judged by the Titans. They have given the mission to observe and evaluate the civilization development of all worlds with the power of Titans. Once the civilization deviates from the perfect blueprint planned by the Titans, Algalon has the right to reshape the world.

He's done this many times in the endless past, and what happened in Azeroth was an accident.

Life in this world did not grow according to the life blueprint planned by the Titans from the very beginning. They were born under the curse of steel and void power. They are lives that are not recognized by the Titans and should be destroyed. Looking at the ancient gods who are getting out of trouble, even the spirit of the world has traces of being corroded by the void, that... that is not a world that should continue to exist.

It has to be remodeled!

Algalon planned to fulfill the mission of the World Observer again, but the powerful Death Lord stopped his action, and those guardians who should have been loyal to the Pantheon also stood by the Death Lord.

The initial compromise was to save the souls of the trapped Titans. Algalon did not give up his plan to reshape Azeroth. He was waiting for the opportunity. He was observing, observing the social system of those imperfect beings, and the characteristics of their civilization.

Like his mission, he is the perfect observer.

Then he saw the beings, the imperfect beings, boldly fighting back against the feared demons of the stars.

They routed Mardum, the stronghold of the demons.

They saved their world, uprooted the corruption of the void, they slew the Old Gods.

They even brought back Argustus from the stars to his own world, and drove the demons out of the deserted land.

They even dared to face the fallen titan Aggramar, and they defeated him.

They have accomplished feats that no one among the stars has ever achieved.

But now, facing Sargeras, facing the undefeated Dark Titan, they have no fear, no compromise, they are preparing for war, a war of ants against giants, they are not crushed by despair and violence, they are fighting trying to fight back...

The world itself is trying to fight back.

Algalon recorded all of this completely. He saw the efforts and struggles of those imperfect and even deviant lives in that imperfect world. They have done too much, they paid too much, they Their efforts are amazing, and their desire for survival is also shocking.

They have done so much... If they fail, even a cold and rational observer like Algalon will feel a pity...

Yes...it is indeed an imperfect world.

But it's worth saving.

It deserves a win.

It is worth embracing hope more than any civilization in the stars.

Algalon felt that he was also affected. He felt that he had been too harsh on those civilizations that were separated from the blueprint of life in the past. Is the "perfection" that his titan masters demanded really the real "perfection"?

Maybe...not necessarily.

"hum"

A crimson stream of light appeared at the end of Algalon's field of vision, like a sun, no, hotter than the sun, a hundred times larger, it was the scorching light shining on the stars.

The world observer rushed into the stars, and among the drifting stars, he saw a figure walking forward among the distant stars, like a giant in mythology.

A figure bigger than a star, a figure that brings destruction and destroys hope, and a figure surrounded by endless burning demons, it seems that it is the dark god of the demons, and he has finally come here.

And behind him...

all things,

All in ashes...

"Sargeras."

Algalon saw the body wrapped in the flames burning like a star, the terrifying and amazing body of a titan, he knew that it was the dark titan Sargeras, he came here from the battlefield of stars, he came here himself... .to carry out the wrath of destruction and ashes.

"he came."

Algalon said something to the spar in his hand, and then crushed the spar.

He just stood quietly among the stars, watching Sargeras step by step into the boundless stars of Azeroth's interest, watching the truly endless demons follow him who could destroy the entire star area. With their gods stepping into this battlefield.

He didn't stop him, he didn't run away.

He is an observer...

He wants to record all of this completely, no matter...whether he wins or loses.

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"he came."

Algalon's emotionless voice resounded in the lonely castle in the Dead Realm, like a gust of troubled wind, waking up the great lord who closed his eyes and meditated.

Tyrion sat quietly on his throne. There was no one in this hall. The war machines of the Dark Blade Legion had already been in place, and they could go to the battlefield as long as he gave an order. The world of Azeroth might still be Not quite ready, but the time has come for the battle.

no time...

Tyrion's right eye is peaceful, like a sculpture without emotion, he has done his best to achieve the ultimate, everything, those that have been decided, those that are pending, those that are about to happen, those that have been settled Yes, it has nothing to do with him.

Life and death are a line, and he has already stood on the other side of the line. Whether the living will win or fail is an outcome that he cannot guess.

He cannot affect it, nor does he want to affect it.

The world of Azeroth was pushed into another unknown road in his hands, and this battle was the last node for that world to enter that fateful road.

It's a...test.

It is a great fire, and it consumes the residue.

It is an iron felt, and it knocks out the weak.

Was it buried in a sea of ​​flames?

Or reborn from the ashes?

The great lord moved his shoulders, and he put this problem behind him. He no longer needed to think about it so much. This is the most difficult battle, but it will also be the easiest one.

There is no more burden, no more pressure.

Only the flame in the will remains.

Then, let it go.

The great lord stood up, with the black windbreaker fluttering behind him, he opened his hand, and a chain with colorful rays of light was strung around his wrist like a bracelet, he raised his head, and walked forward.

"hum"

The gate of the Lonely Castle was slowly pushed open, and the halo from the death world shone on the great lord, casting a gloomy shadow behind him. He took a step and stepped into the light. Behind him, only Darkness.

"If I never come back..."

Tyrion nodded slightly to the three swordsmen beside him, and said:

"Then you will be truly free."

"We won't have another master."

The Ashbringer wearing a battle helmet knelt on one knee, just like a real knight. He put his left hand on his chest, and said solemnly, earnestly:

"Nobody can match you."

There was a smile on the corner of the great lord's mouth, and he shook his head:

"You already have a body, and you also have souls yearning for freedom. My story has come to an end, and you should have your own stories. Go, don't be nostalgic."

The great lord took another step forward. He looked at the sea of ​​death stars above his head. He closed his eyes slightly, as if feeling the wind of the dead world. He spoke in a voice so low that only he could hear it, like Yes, it's like talking to your own creator.

Tyrion at this moment, his soul at this moment, is unbelievably peaceful.

"What it released was a breeze..."

"And what it wants to harvest is a storm."

"listen..."

The figure of the great lord dissipated in the wind of the dead like sand blown by the wind. His voice still echoed on the steps of the castle, like a whisper in the wind.

"storm."

"coming..."

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"he came!"

The news of Algalon the Observer also sounded in the information hall of the Azeroth Civilization Alliance Command, and within 2 minutes, the news reached the ears of all the commanders.

The coalition forces have been unable to decide on a commander who has an overview of the overall situation, so they simply divided the various theaters, shared all information, and gathered top commanders from various civilizations to form a war command, and Jarod. Shadowsong, this The legendary commander who commanded the battle of the ancients has become the highest combat staff to coordinate the various theaters.

He's the titular commander in chief, and he's under terrible pressure.

In the past few days, the atmosphere in the War Command has been very oppressive. Even Jarod Shadowsong, who has always been gentle and calm, has contracted the bad habit of smoking. A legend who has experienced and commanded the Battle of the Ancients The commander-in-chief is so irritable, and the pressure on the other generals and marshals is even more conceivable.

The sense of life is like this, the waiting time is always the most difficult, just like, if you tell a person the day of his death, then he will spend the rest of his life in anxiety, that is simply, the most difficult time in the world Terrible torture.

And the moment when the catastrophe really happened was the end of this terrible torment.

Either win or lose!

Live or die!

Anyway, even if they die, there is still the soul of the warriors in the dead world... If they are not afraid of death, what else do warriors need to fear?

"boom"

The unshaven Garrod Shadowsong clenched his fists. A sharp light flashed in the eyes of the legendary commander of the night elves. He stood up, looked at the others at the command table, and said in a deep voice:

"The time has come, my friends. Sargeras is here. The choice between life and death is no longer in our hands. From now on, all that remains is to fight to the death!"

"I've been waiting impatiently for a long time!"

The old orc Brox clenched his fists tightly, his scarlet eyes were full of fighting intent that burned like flames, and he shouted loudly:

"There is no need to discuss any more. We have discussed that broken plan hundreds of times. Let's fight!"

"Well, that's true."

Old Marshal Windsor coughed a few times, sitting in a wheelchair, he also clenched the hilt of his sword, and said in an open-minded and heroic voice:

"Thinking too much is not a good thing sometimes, none of us have been through such a big scene...just give it a go."

"agree!"

"agree!"

"good!"

"This war has given meaning to our existence and hope for our existence, my friends..."

The slender Garrod picked up the wine glass from the guard next to him. He raised the glass and said to the other commanders:

"Drink this cup of decisive wine, let the glory of Azeroth civilization..."

"Fall on the blade!"

"crash"

All the commanders present, including the high elf ranger general Ms. Sylvanas, drank all the wine in their hands. The commanders encouraged each other, bid farewell, and then stepped into their own war zone. On the three lands, millions of warriors have already made preparations.

Tanks are roaring, fighter planes are soaring, starships are placed horizontally among the stars, and the will of the warriors is fluttering like fluttering battle flags.

This is a war with no retreat, a war without negotiations.

They have no choice but to... fight to the death!

In the high command, Jarod's lieutenant, Ranger General Lane Wolfwalker from Ashenvale whispered to his commander:

"Those ethereals, they have already begun to summon Dimensius, the Devourer of Worlds. I heard that it is a powerful void creature. Maybe it can buy us some more time..."

"No!"

Garrod shook his head:

"Don't pin your hopes on those things, Ryan, this is Azeroth's war, this is our war! Tell the druids, enter the 'Leviathan' incubation program now, 8 hours... We will definitely hold on until then!"

After finishing speaking, the elf commander picked up the microphone at hand, and his low and hoarse voice sounded in every trench in the entire Argus world in the next moment:

"Soldiers of Argus! I am Jarod Shadowsong, your commander!"

"In the next 8 hours, I will stick with you in this doomsday wasteland. We will suffer merciless blows from demons. We may be defeated, we may die, we may fail...but When you feel fear, when you are frightened by demons, soldiers! Look back..."

"Behind us is Azeroth! Behind us is our hometown, our relatives... We have nowhere to go!"

"I'm an elf, and I'm not used to swearing, but now, soldiers! Brothers... Grab your weapons and join me... to kill those hell-deserving demons and their mad masters! "

"For victory! For Azeroth!"

The entire world of Argus was silent for a few seconds, and then, like the craziest tide, the shouts surged across this doomsday wasteland, amidst the hoarse shouts of the commanders and soldiers, Garrod The loud voice resounded through the world again.

"With the powers given to me by all the civilizations of Azeroth...I declare!"

"Codename, 'Endgame' Operation..."

"start!!!"