Chapter 678 53. The Starting Point

Having verified what he had pursued all his life, Benedictus was very happy in his exhaustion. He directed those cultists to plunder the ruined palaces of the bug people, and found all the special crystals and steel unearthed by the bug people from the ground. Come out, and let the bugs quickly dig a passage in the ground leading to the sea further south of the Qiraji ruins.

Bishop Twilight has a new goal, and he no longer intends to waste time here.

But Benedictas didn't know that all his actions fell into the eyes of another "peer".

It was a guy wearing a black hood that wrapped his whole body in the hood. He sat cross-legged in the dark passage, and the light curtain in front of him rippled slightly like water waves, and from the suspended light curtain In the movie, he can clearly see all the actions of Benedictus.

"He's still alive... What a fate."

The hooded man said calmly:

"And it looks like he found something interesting... By the way, are you still okay?"

The hooded man turned his head and looked behind him. Beside him was a huge tentacle that belonged to C'Thun. This tentacle dotted with purple scales and runes was covered with disgusting suckers, and on the pole of the tentacle behind him, A purple ceremonial dagger was inserted into the tentacles, wisps of purple energy wrapped around the surface of the purple dagger like a fleeting image, which looked extraordinarily evil.

And in this purple twilight, the face of the hooded man is also illuminated... the face that is no longer young, a little thin, with a gentle light shining in a pair of squinted eyes, looks like a compassionate man A person, but the temperament he exudes indicates that this is a high-ranking person...should be a priest.

Facing his inquiry, the dagger trembled slightly, and then made a slightly hoarse and charming voice:

"Don't worry, my little Chaldea, there is still a lot of "nutrition" left in the remains of my compatriots. Don't you pity me, a poor woman who has been hungry for millions of years? Let me eat again Some... I promise, just eat a little more... just a little bit, alas, unfortunately, C'Thun's soul has been taken away, otherwise I can use this body to fully resurrect if I swallow the soul of that idiot It's... what a pity."

"K'Thun is dead... My "sister", your serious troubles have dissipated."

Chaldea, the archbishop of the Stormwind Kingdom, habitually drew a religious symbol on his chest, and said softly:

"It died under the joint strangling of several parties. Do you want to be the next one? You see, a real devil shouldn't have a face. Once a devil has a face, the warrior has a target...hiding in the Leading everything behind the scenes is what we should do most.”

Chaldea said something, he took out the pocket watch from his pocket, looked at it in front of his eyes, and then said to the dagger that was greedily absorbing the power of the void:

"Hurry up, if I don't go back, they will suspect me... Varian, the king I haven't seen for a long time, he has become much smarter, like a fearsome wolf king, I must pretend to be more perfect Just do it."

"Varian?"

The dagger said disdainfully:

"It's just a mortal, as long as you want, my little Chaldea, you can make him stop breathing in a nightmare tonight, can't you? Why do you care about blood? Kill him! Then take the dominance of the Stormwind Kingdom , you will be a great ruler... Hehe, I know, you will be a qualified ruler!"

"You forgot that sword?"

A trace of disdain flashed in Chaldea's eyes, but it was fleeting. He said softly:

"That sword, I can smell that sword's hatred for the power of the void from hundreds of meters away, that sword has extended a new posture in Varian's hands, a more powerful posture, although we are not afraid of it, but There is no need to destroy everything we have carefully prepared... Only by hiding in the shadows can we act better, not only will I not hurt Varian, but I will try my best to help him!"

"The king is a little confused, I can feel it, but you and I don't know what his return means to the stagnant human empire. Maybe, the next chaotic storm will be caused by Varian himself. Revealing... that is the real opportunity!"

"crash"

As soon as Chaldea finished speaking, the dagger hiccupped like a person who was really full. The next moment, the purple eyeball-shaped gemstone used for decoration on the handle of the ritual dagger suddenly seemed to "come alive" The same, as if it had turned into a real eyeball, it closed once strangely, then rotated, and finally turned into a crystalline eyeball gemstone again, but it was more gorgeous and clear than before.

"Well... I'm full... It's so comfortable."

The lazy voice of Miss Saratas, the fifth ancient god, sounded in Chaldea's heart, and she said softly:

"Let's go, there is nothing worth caring about here, the fire of the dragon will burn everything left here...But you and I should not forget that there are still two villains in this world who covet us...you will continue Help me, right? My little Chaldea?"

"certainly..."

Chaldea stood up, pulled out the purple dagger from the shriveled flesh, and hung it in the plain scabbard around his waist. He straightened his robe, and grasped the holy light emblem on his chest. In the palm of his hand, he said softly:

"As always..."

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"Aw!"

The deep dragon chant resounded through Silithus, which had completely calmed down, in the early morning of the fourth day after the war. In the light brought by dawn, the entire camp of the coalition army boiled.

Soldiers of all ethnic groups crawled on the high ground in a mess, and the non-commissioned officers did not stop them. No one wanted to miss today's spectacle.

In front of the wall of beetles, the commanders of the coalition forces also stood on the vicissitudes of the wall. Alsace, who was wearing armor, was still a little pale. I still feel pain in my head from time to time, but this is much better than a few days ago. It is said that when Arthas was recited by Varian, he was like a fool, and he would only smile with a saliva.

But this battle is of great significance to Alsace. After truly seeing the power of the ancient gods, the paladin king's inner arrogance caused by "repelling" Tyrion was completely broken, and he saw the world The power hidden behind it... He realized his own smallness and weakness, especially compared with Varian standing beside him, Arthas felt even more ashamed...

After all, it was Varian who personally held the sword and cooperated with the demigod Agamaggan to kill the phantom of the power of the Old God. The whole army was wiped out.

According to Varian, Tyrion, who really broke out with all his strength, probably will not be weaker than C'Thun... In other words, the previous "battle" in Northrend is probably just a dark blade The "game" between the great lord and the young man was nothing more than a "game", which made Alsace afraid for a while. If he continued to develop with this mentality, if he faced Tyrion again in the future, he would definitely die a miserable death.

"What are you thinking about, Arthas?"

Just like when the two were in Lordaeron before, Varian reached out and patted Arthas on the shoulder, then handed his flagon to the paladin king, who smiled, took the flagon, and sipped After taking a sip of his wine, he looked at a dozen or so black spots looming in the distant sky, and said softly:

"I'm thinking about the future... Varian, you really don't want to go back to Baita Harbor with me to meet the Pope? The Warbreaker is in your hands, plus your efforts to turn the tide in this war, the Pope Maybe support you to become emperor..."

Arthas pursed his lips. He looked at Varian's strange-shaped war sword wrapped in linen on his back. A trace of disappointment flashed in his blue eyes. He said:

"I...I will also support you to become emperor, you are more qualified than me."

"Do not be silly!"

Varian felt the loss in Alsace's heart, he patted Alsace's shoulder vigorously, and said softly:

"I don't want to be emperor, at least not now...Give me some time, and give you some time, Arthas, I want to go back to the Kingdom of Stormwind to fulfill my duties to the people, and the rest...Let's talk about it later .”

Varian looked at the dragons getting closer, he smiled and said to Arthas:

"Do you need me to tell His Majesty Drake about your marriage with Anna? I think, this time I saved so many people, including the soldiers of Kul Tiras, His Majesty Drake will always sell I'm saving face."

Arthas raised his head abruptly, he looked at Varian, and then said somewhat unnaturally:

"Thank you then, Varian."

"Haha, then it's settled!"

Varian took a sip of wine happily. During the howling wind, the gravel on the ground was rolled up, and a dozen giant dragons flapped their wings and flew over the coalition camp, attracting cheers from the soldiers, and those huge figures whirled On the ruins of the Qiraji Temple, opened the dragon's kiss full of sharp teeth, and sprayed the scorching dragon's breath on the remnants of the ruins. For a while, scorching flames blazed in the desert.

"Go out and have a look, Arthas."

Varian stared at the burning flames, and suddenly he said to Arthas:

"Go to the Federation to see for yourself, to see the civilization there, to see the new life of our people, whether you want to become emperor or not, I think you should go and see, whether it is to understand the enemy, or to eliminate the inner obsession Thoughtful and dazed..."

"Will Tyrion allow us to go?"

"That's his place after all," the paladin king asked.

"No! Arthas, that's not Tyrion's or Darkblade's territory!"

Varian said to Arthas in a low voice:

"That is the territory of the Federation. Another human civilization is exactly the same as ours and comes from the same origin as us. The dark blade is the dark blade, and the federation is the federation. You have to distinguish this point clearly. Who is our current enemy and who is ours? Future friends, this is important, of course, I'm just a suggestion."

After speaking, Varian patted Arthas on the back and walked towards the commanders standing on the other side.

General Shandris Feathermoon was sitting on the wall of beetles. She didn't wear the iconic black bat helmet, and her braided hair hung down on her chest. The night elf general held a bottle of fruit wine in his hand and was alone. Staring at the burning Qiraji Temple in front of her, the light in her eyes was very rich, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The orc Brox, with his arms hanging in bandages, stood with Halford. The two of them didn't know what to say in front of the raging flames, and burst into laughter from time to time. The high-level druids of the hunters are constantly marking something on a map.

The decision of the coalition forces has been reached. After the giant dragons have burned away the remaining voids here, the follow-up cleanup of the Ahn'Qiraj Temple battlefield will be taken over by the Blightcaller. They will use special methods to clean up the remaining remains of C'Thun, Then go all the way down to clean up the tentacles of the ancient gods that penetrated into the core of the world. This is an extremely complicated job that requires many people to work together.

Moreover, cleaning up the core of the world will inevitably have an impact on the entire world, so there is no rush for this work, and it must be done slowly. It is foreseeable that the development of the Blightcaller in the next ten years will revolve around the world trauma of Silithus. .

Varian looked back, Darius the werewolf lord and Liam, the king of Gilneas, were talking farther away, and Shaw had long since disappeared. He saw a group of priests patrolling the lively camp The archbishop Chaldea, the king hesitated, then went to Chaldea who was changing the belt of a tauren warrior.

When the king approached, the ritual dagger at Chaldea's waist suddenly vibrated, causing Chaldea to raise his head suddenly, and saw Varian approaching. When Chaldea looked over, Varian was behind Varian. The Warbreaker also jumped, making the king's eyes even more puzzled.

The legendary weapon of the War Destroyer seems to be very dissatisfied with Archbishop Chaldea, even with a faint hostility.

"Your Majesty Varian!"

Chaldea, on the other hand, walked towards Wrynn with a professional smile of compassion, and then bowed to him and saluted him with great respect. Just like in the past, the archbishop raised his head and sincerely said to the king:

"The Kingdom of Stormwind looks forward to your return, Your Majesty!"

"I am also looking forward to the day when I go home, but Bishop Chaldea, there are some things that I need to discuss with you in advance."

Varian made a "please" gesture to Chaldea, the archbishop nodded, and the two walked towards the wall of beetles. While walking, Varian said softly:

"I want to invite the Blightcaller to enter the Kingdom of Stormwind and use the spells of the druids to explore a new agricultural model for the people. Although I have never been to the Shining Plains, I have also heard about the barrenness of that place. Our original planting experience , is no longer useful."

This topic made Chaldea's eyes jump, he thought for a moment, and said softly:

"This is not something I can decide, Your Majesty, another faith must go through the Pope's approval to enter the kingdom..."

"But you are the Archbishop of the Stormwind Kingdom, Chaldea!"

There was a flash of light in Varian's eyes, he interrupted the archbishop's narration a little arrogantly, and then looked at Chaldea:

"The matters of belief in the Stormwind Kingdom are up to you, isn't it? So what I want to know more is, will you support me, or... oppose me?"

The archbishop heard a hint of questioning from Varian's tone, and the temperament exuded from the king who had not seen him for a long time reminded him of another person back then...Lothar after becoming the emperor!

A few seconds later, Chaldea silently drew a religious symbol on his chest. He lowered his head and said softly:

"Your will is supreme...my lord."