Chapter 676 51. Confused
The ancient god, the demigod of the wilderness, plus a great lord of the realm of the dead, the chaotic battle of three far beyond ordinary guys is terrifying. At their level, both the energy attack and the power of the body have surpassed Some kind of restriction, a death fight that really lets go, even if it's just the aftermath of the battle, will directly change the terrain of the entire battlefield.
The underground cavity more than 300 meters down from the Qira Temple has completely collapsed. Looking down from the sky of Silithus, it is obvious that a huge, ring-shaped cave has formed at the southernmost tip of this great desert. , the downwardly sunken bunker seems to have been completely hollowed out.
Fortunately, the Qiraji spent thousands of years repairing the underground palace, and left enough supports in the big stone cave. After the lowest direction collapsed inward, these supports did not completely collapse. After the pause, descending from the sandpit, you can still find a path leading to the collapsed world at the bottom.
Of course, without the emperor, the gods, and the highest female worm, the civilization system of the huge number of Qiraji collapsed almost instantly, and these worms returned to the era of loose sand. Watch out for the bugs hiding in the messy and well-connected holes in the ground.
But for the current coalition forces, inspecting this completely destroyed insectoid empire is not the top priority. The commanders have more important things to do immediately.
Because of the earth-shattering earthquake that erupted underground before, the sea of insects besieging the ruined battlefield lost control. The insects scattered and fled, and opened up a way for the coalition forces trapped in the ruined battlefield to break through. All coalition fighters who survived the horrific war were evacuated from the desert realm of the dead before the cave collapsed.
They joined up with the reinforcements of Commander Liam in the outskirts, and camped in the outskirts of the desert before exiting the beetles. On the one hand, they let the tired soldiers rest, and on the other hand, they also prepared for the beetles to rush out again.
At this time, standing on the watchtower of the coalition camp, Commander Deer Helmet, who had changed into a long robe, was looking at the collapsed Qiraji battlefield. The red veil shrouded the endless desert, and the quiet atmosphere made people feel relaxed and happy. For the deer helmet who had just completed his revenge, the beauty was even more intoxicating.
"But it's not over yet..."
The archdruid's eyes turned to the hill left by the Qiraji Temple on the surface. The hill also collapsed with the collapse of the ground, but outside the hill, there were still many strange things hanging on the rocks. The tentacles, the purple-black flesh covered with scales that make people feel corrupt and disgusting, and the terrifying sharp-toothed suckers, are like a nightmare in hell.
The tentacles twitched nervously from time to time, flapping outside the rocks, causing the solid rocks to crack and making thunderous vibrations, just like a deep-sea monster stranded on the beach, even if death is approaching, but The remaining power can still easily tear apart mortals who try to get close regardless of life or death.
That is the "remnant fading" left by the ancient god, the thousand-eyed demon C'Thun...
And Agamaggan, the demigod of the wilderness who played the most important role in this battle, was very tired and seriously injured. It had already returned to Razor Heights yesterday, but before it left, the demigod of the wilderness told the druids that although C'Thun's soul has been wiped out, and most of his body has been destroyed by Agamaggan, but the remaining fragments are still very deadly.
The powerful body of the ancient god still has a terrible depraved aura, and mortals who get too close will still come into contact with those depraved whispers and be captured. The life and death of this ancient evil is difficult to define Yes, until everything that C'Thun left in this desert is completely wiped out, it is still not suitable for large-scale personnel to stay here.
Staghelmet's eyes stayed on the "living" tentacles for a moment, and he could see that the druids of the Blightcaller were turning into ravens, going back and forth around the hill "inlaid" with the remains of the ancient gods Fly around to define the real danger zone.
As for how to deal with the hot potato in front of them, the coalition command has not yet reached a consensus, because even the night elves who have the most experience have never dealt with such a terrible thing. Troublesome results arose, so the matter had to be treated with caution.
But... anyway, the war was over, and they won it, so the filth afterward, in general, was bearable.
"Arch Druid, I've been looking for you everywhere."
A deep voice sounded behind the staghelmet, and the archdruid with a calm face turned around, and saw the very "down-to-earth" human commander, Varian Wrynn, in linen clothes and army trousers. , the latter was climbing up the watchtower from the ladder, and seemed to have something to say to Staghelmet.
"What's the matter? His Majesty Varian."
Staghelmet nodded and asked, while Varian waved his hand:
"Don't call me that, Arch Druid, we fought battles together and gave each other our lives, so just call me Varian... the few that His Majesty Agama brought out from the crumbling temple A "friend" woke up. They are very weak and need recuperation and treatment, but no one can understand their speech. General Shandris said that it is pure dragon language, and you are the only one who has researched dragon language here. "
The human king blinked, and asked in a low voice:
"So, those few friends are actually giant dragons trapped in the Insect Kingdom, right?"
"Well, it's a giant dragon, and it's the noble dragon princes and princesses."
Instead of turning around and following Varian away, Buckhelm leaned against the edge of the watchtower and said to Varian:
"It was 1,000 years ago, in order to drive the worms back into the ruins, they did not hesitate to sacrifice themselves. The red dragon prince Kelestraz, the blue dragon prince Arygos, and the green dragon's daughter Merlinsera, I have witnessed We thought they were dead when they heroically fell from the sky and drove the worms back into the ruins, but now it seems that these heroes from 1,000 years ago were trapped by C'Thun."
As he spoke, the archdruid turned his head to look at the collapsed bunker in the dusk with some disinterest. Varian, who was standing behind him, keenly sensed the archdruid's tiredness, and asked softly:
"It sounds like you don't like these dragons much?"
"Varian, have you ever dealt with dragons?"
Lu Helmet asked suddenly, Varian was stunned for a moment, then turned his head unnaturally, and said in a low voice:
"Well, the black dragon...that is a cunning female dragon, she has deceived me and my entire kingdom."
"Black dragon, the most cunning fallen dragon, I haven't dealt with black dragons much, but I have met other giant dragons more than once, whether it is the gentlest red dragon or the most arrogant blue dragon, I really don't like it. These powerful creatures, because they clearly have the power to change the disaster, but because of one reason or another, they stand idly by... let us mortals bear the pain of those disasters."
The archdruid said in a voice only two could hear:
"I also resented them because of my son's death in battle, but that was just a personal emotion. After 1000 years, to this day, I personally experienced this war. With the help of the demigods of the wilderness, we won this battle This war, without the participation and help of the dragon from the beginning to the end, defeated the unknown evil with the body of mortals, without the help of the dragon, we can do it..."
"A group of mortals who are really united is stronger than a group of mortals who are assisted by dragons but are scattered."
"What?"
The voice of Staghelmet's last sentence was very low, which made Varian subconsciously ask back, but Staghelmet turned his head again and smiled at Varian:
"It's nothing, let's go, let's go and see the heroes from 1,000 years ago."
The two walked down the watchtower and walked in the lively and noisy camp. The soldiers who had won the war finally had time to drink wine to relieve their tired spirit and body. The most severely damaged legions had already begun to evacuate since yesterday. The battlefield is over, and most of the reinforcements who stay here are the follow-up reinforcements. Although this battle was won in the end, it can definitely be called a "tragic victory".
The Seventh Legion, the main attacker of the Stormwind Kingdom, lost all of its auxiliary troops, and the main team also lost 4 regiments plus one-third of its artillery. In addition, only one-third of the team remained alive, and even the Knights of Lordaeron, who followed Alsace in the charge, lost nearly a quarter of their knights.
As for the centaur slave legion sent by the human empire to support the battlefield, after a war, there were only two or three kittens left, but considering that this legion was originally used as cannon fodder, this kind of loss is not unreasonable. It doesn't hurt.
Only half of the four wild boar heavy infantry regiments organized when the coalition forces set off were left, and the other three regiments were swallowed up by the sea of insects.
More than half of the army of the Warsong clan sent by the orcs was injured, and almost all the remaining warriors were wounded.
Only 3 of the 7 heavy machine gun regiments supported by the Tauren were left, and the 30,000 night elf Sentinels who followed General Shandris Feathermoon to Silithus to support them were only left after the war. 7,000 people, this is because the Sentinels, as a mobile force, were responsible for maintaining the rear of the frontline army when the first wave entered the ruined battlefield. As a result, the insects who counterattacked were trapped on the battlefield between the ruins and the wall of beetles, and waited until they broke through , When they reunited with the Frontline Corps, they were already more than half damaged.
80,000 of the 150,000 front-line legion were buried in this scorching desert, and the 100,000 support legion also lost almost 20,000. From this point of view, the Kalimdor Anti-Insect War Organization In the end, only half of the 25-man army survived... This kind of loss is simply shocking.
This is almost the worst battle fought by the civilized races of Azeroth after the end of the Battle of the Northern Frontier of the Human Empire. However, considering the quality of their opponents, all races of Kalimdor united to win this battle The war, its gold content is absolutely very full.
"Count me to invite you to drink! Brothers, drink as much as you want!"
Walking in the barracks, Varian took out two jugs filled with beer from the carriage beside him and threw them to the soldiers on the side of the road. Calling Varian's name, Varian also waved to them. As a former top gladiator, Varian knew very well how to mobilize the enthusiasm of the soldiers so that they would not be affected by the war that had ended.
And Staghelm has been observing this human king. Varian is different from all the kings he has seen. He does not have the pretentious arrogance, nor the glory and mission that kings often talk about. He is like a human being. Ordinary human warriors, but once on the battlefield, Varian's wild aura and commanding ability to take the lead prove that this human is not simple.
not to mention...
Deer Helmet glanced at Varian's back, the strange-shaped long sword wrapped tightly in linen. When he was in the Human Empire, he also heard the legend about the War Destroyer circulated among the human nobles. With the sword in his body, Varian Wrynn is already the most powerful contender for the second emperor of the Human Empire, which is currently pending.
"Speaking of which, Varian, do you have any plans for the future?"
Lu Helmet asked, the black-haired human beside him thought for a while, then exhaled, and said:
"I will probably go back to the Stormwind Kingdom. I also want to see with my own eyes what kind of state my country and my people are in now, and do what I can for them. As for going further, I have never thought about it. I don’t want to think about it, to be honest, after the war ended, I was a little bit at a loss about the future.”
Varian moved his fingers, as if confiding his heart, he said to the staghelmet beside him:
"I've been away for too long, maybe I've become out of tune with my original "friends". Speaking of which, Mr. Buckhelm, have you ever been to the Eastern Continent?"
Staghelmet shook his head, Varian looked at the tent in front of him, and said:
"I have seen the civilization on the side of the Federation. I have lived in that system for several years. There and here are simply two worlds...there is better than here, not only the standard of living, but also the mental state of the people , In my memory, I have never seen civilians so confident and full of spirit, maybe we should learn from them, but unfortunately, I can't convince my friends."
Varian smiled wryly, and made a "please" gesture to the staghelmet:
"Even Alsace, who is closest to me, is full of hostility towards that civilization."
The archdruid walked into the tent shortly, and when he passed by, he said to Varian:
"Maybe, what you need is not to "convince" them, but to let them "see". To persuade others, you must at least do it yourself, and then show them the real results...Everyone will say lies, But when the facts are in front of you, other people’s doubts will be much smaller.”
Staghelmet narrowed his eyes and patted Varian on the shoulder:
"The Blightcaller is very willing to see the progress of civilization. What we pursue is individual and collective evolution... It is very rare for a ruler like you to accept new knowledge, so if you need help, you can come to us at any time..."