Loken had calculated almost everything, even considering that the Dragon King would break into Ulduar, so he spent a huge price to brainwash the remaining guardians in a short period of time to strengthen Ulduar's defense.
Moreover, behind this line of defense, there is a powerful Krasis guarding the door of Yogg-Saron's prison. In this way, even if the Dragon King gets rid of the entanglement of the guardians, or the guardians recover from madness, they can They will inevitably consume each other and become in poor condition, and they will not be able to deal with General Vezax for a while.
As long as there is enough delay and Yogg-Saron escapes, the army of dark servants will instantly wipe out all the rebels. Even if Odin comes, they will be unable to resist.
What's more, Odin was sealed in the Hall of Valor by Hela as early as countless thousands of years ago. That seal is still unbreakable, and Odin can only wait for destruction in his temple.
Countless centuries ago, Loken began to design everything under the beautiful picture painted for him by Yogg-Saron, disintegrating the will of the guardians, dividing their connections, and turning the unbreakable bond between them into a dragging yoke. Or the gaps of disgust, turning their firm faith into doubts about themselves.
Each of the Titan Guardians has great power and has the blessings of the Father God Titans. Even the resurrected ancient gods will not benefit from a head-on conflict. But when they are stubborn and fight on their own, it is Aldu. When your defense falls apart.
Now, the final step of the plan has been reached. Although it is not known why the undead entrenched in Icecrown Glacier also attacked Ulduar with the dragon, but even if their strength is combined, Loken is unable to do anything.
Now as long as the final seal is released, the great master can——
"ah!!!"
Endless pain, fear, and torture instantly impacted Loken's mind. Even a mind that was bewitched and strengthened by the ancient gods could not resist this massive soul impact.
The soul of an entire Krasis was torn and shattered, along with the pain of the creatures he had killed and tortured in his endless life. In just a short moment, it was all superimposed on Loken's body.
The "great" guardian Loken's eyes were dull, his legs softened, and he knelt down in front of the ancient god. The aura in his eyes became dim and erratic, as if it might disappear at any time.
The soul shock caused by the mental collision with Loken also affected Yogg-Saron, but the aftermath of Alsace's offensive obviously still cannot affect Yogg-Saron.
However, Loken's absence stopped him from lifting the seal, and Yogg-Saron's seal was broken to a very embarrassing level.
Part of his body can move freely, but the foundation of his power is still sealed and locked underground. In the end, he can only move the part of his body that protrudes from the surface.
However, this is already quite terrifying. The ancient god's true form is as huge as a mountain. Now only a small piece of the ground is exposed, which is comparable to the size of an ordinary hill. The writhing tentacles of flesh and blood and the Throat of the Abyss are in Yogg-Saron. The deformed body spreads wantonly, and the whispers that pollute the mind are surging in the underground cave.
This large piece of deformed flesh has no organs like "eyes", but anyone and any creature can clearly feel that He is staring at the hole in the prison, which is the entrance guarded by His servants.
The will of darkness weighed heavily on every stone and gravel. These inorganic dead things seemed to have grown tentacles and huge mouths at this moment, waiting to devour everything with their teeth and claws.
"With the skillful power of death, surrender to me, and you will become the most powerful patriarch in the history of the Dark Empire."
This is the first sentence of Yogg-Saron. However, this is not a sound produced through some kind of organ, but a whisper transmitted directly to the mind of the creature.
Ordinary people will fall into madness upon hearing this sentence, and even undergo certain distortions, turning into a pool of terrifying flesh and blood monsters.
"Dark Empire? That's just a sad dream of you old gods." Arthas' mocking inner voice directly impacted Yogg-Saron's barrier.
Whispers are not just the preserve of the ancient gods, the Lich King's whispers are also pervasive.
"It seems that you know a lot of things, but has anyone ever told you that knowledge sometimes means madness?"
The last syllable of Yogg-Saron's whisper suddenly lengthened, and the scene in front of Arthas suddenly distorted and deformed. Some kind of force affected the surrounding reality and was tampering with everything Arthas saw.
This is not a simple illusion, but the power of the ancient god accurately affects reality, distorting it into what he wants to show - the dark empire is indeed destroyed, but when any ancient god is completely revived, the dark empire will also be there. Reappear on the land of Azeroth.
"Prince of Lordaeron, you appear to be the hope of the kingdom, but you are secretly manipulating the power of death, desecrating the dead, and dreaming of building your own eternal kingdom. Perhaps one day, you will become a true Undead Lord?”
The scene in front of Arthas gradually returned to normal. However, he was no longer in the cave, but stood in a dead ruin.
He looked around at the familiar yet unfamiliar buildings, and the sad and sad ghosts wandered aimlessly among the ruins. Some bumped into his body, and looked up at Alsace's face in a daze.
The ghost's confusion instantly turned into anger and surprise, and a harsh scream sounded, "Arthas Menethil! You damn degenerate and betrayer! You should fall into the abyss forever!"
The screams of ghosts awakened all the undead around them, and countless ghosts, ghosts, and zombies gathered towards the square where Alsace stood. The cursed name of Alsace was a nightmare for all of them.
This is Lordaeron - the hometown that was destroyed by Arthas Menethil, the Lich King's first warrior.
Alsace looked at the undead that surrounded him. They were approaching Alsace, stretching out their sharp claws and fangs, trying to tear Alsace into pieces.
He even saw several familiar faces among them, including his colleagues and friends in the Silver Hand, his ministers and people, and... his father Terenas Menethil.
"Arthas, you damn traitor, you betrayed us all!"
Vicious curses piled upon each other, coming like waves, trying to drown Alsace, but Alsace remained unmoved.
"If I were a Paladin, the prince of Lordaeron, then these undead should fear my courage, my wisdom, and my holy light." Arthas raised the light of dawn, and the strong holy light exploded, The waves of the undead fought back, "Paladin Arthas will not betray you, and if you die because of me, then I will purify you with holy light and give you rest."
Holy light fell like rain, breaking through the dead clouds of Tirisfal. This land that had long been lifeless suddenly had some hope at this moment.
However, the undead still continued to fight relentlessly. The Holy Light purified their souls, but there were still countless undead and countless innocent people who were killed by Arthas, wailing.
Their number was endless, as if Arthas tried his best to purify them all.
However, just when the Sea of the Dead was about to surround Alsace again, Alsace put down the light of dawn, and the holy hammer turned back into an ordinary-looking holy deed hanging on his waist. At this point, the holy light died. He raised the magic sword in his hand.
"And now, you should surrender to me!"
The edict, accompanied by the surging power of the magic sword, impacted the sea of undead. These undead suddenly stopped, and some emotions that should not be in their hearts were spreading. They were awe and fear. They were in awe of the Lich King's power and skill, and fear His coldness and cruelty.
As the light of Frostmourne grew stronger, the undead in front of Arthas roared wildly, and in a daze, the scene in front of him was no longer the dead ruins of Lordaeron, but a noisy battlefield, resounding with Crying and roaring, an ugly and dirty black scar under the beautiful golden forest, heading towards the high golden wall not far away.
Quel'Thalas!
Alsace rode his beloved Invincible, standing on the battlefield. Wherever the horse's hooves passed, the golden tulip fields immediately withered and withered, and the power of death was eroding the land.
Under his feet, countless elf guards had fallen. Their blood gradually dried up, and their originally soft skin became dry and wrinkled. Soon, they stood up helplessly, holding shaky weapons. Heading towards their former companions.
"Alsace, you damn intruder, your opponent is here!"
A war cry full of anger came. Arthas looked for his voice and saw a sharp arrow coming through the air. He waved his sword lightly to swing it away. After seeing the person clearly, he shook his head, "I didn't expect that we would be here." Fight under such circumstances, General Ranger."
Sylvanas had no intention of listening to Arthas. She only knew that her comrades and compatriots were slaughtered by this ruthless executioner. They died tragically in front of her one by one, and immediately turned into mindless undead and began to attack. their compatriots.
The ranger general's heart was filled with anger and sadness. She took out the arrow from the quiver and placed it on the longbow. The sharp arrows bounced out, but Arthas just waved his right hand, and the dark magic stopped the arrows in mid-air. among.
He looked at the civilians fleeing in panic behind Sylvanas, moved his fingers, and the arrows driven by magic turned back in the direction.
Sylvanas tried to dodge vigilantly, but she soon discovered that Arthas' target was not her. The arrows completely missed her position, followed by several screams.
The sharp arrow pierced several fleeing refugees and the soldiers protecting them. They fell into the crowd and immediately turned into undead and got up, causing even greater chaos.
Sylvanas' eyesight was splitting. The methods displayed by Arthas made her realize that her proud archery skills could not threaten him at all, and she might be able to dodge those sharp arrows that were rebounded, but Those unarmed civilians and ordinary soldiers were unable to resist at all.
The Ranger General suddenly felt despair - if she used a bow, she was confident that she could delay enough time to at least ensure that most of the refugees escaped from the natural disaster, but if she couldn't use a bow...
Arthas's eyes were cold, and his pupils in Titan form were calm and unruffled. Although Sylvanas in the "phantom" definitely saw the original death knight Arthas.
He continued to use the elven arrows and weapons scattered on the ground, coldly and quickly killing the fleeing refugees one by one. His purpose was very clear, forcing Sylvanas to fight with him in close combat.
"Damn!" Sylvanas gritted her silver teeth. She drew her bow and tried her best to shoot down the weapons wrapped in dark magic. At the same time, she had to move closer to Arthas.
She gave up her greatest advantage - the distance from Alsace, which was her only hope to delay time and evacuate safely.
After shooting out the last arrow in the quiver, Sylvanas threw her beloved bow directly at Alsace. At this moment, she was only a few meters away from Alsace.
The moment Arthas blocked the long bow, Sylvanas pulled out the two daggers tied to her thighs, jumped up, and slashed at Invincible's two front legs.
However, Arthas' power was something that the mortal Sylvanas could resist. The majestic dark magic grabbed the Ranger General's neck like a palm and dragged him forcefully in front of Arthas.
The suffocation and pain made Sylvanas subconsciously want to resist. The two swords in her hands fell to the ground. She struggled to open the "hands" that clamped her. Unfortunately, the magic of nothingness could not be released by the physical body alone. Her legs could only kick helplessly in mid-air.
Arthas put one hand on "Sylvanas"'s shoulder, and held up Frostmourne with the other hand, sinking it into the ranger general's belly bit by bit.
The pain of tearing the soul cannot be resisted by a strong will. Sylvanas' will was almost crushed by the burst of pain. She let out a miserable wail, and two lines of tears fell from her eyes involuntarily.
The ranger general who was about to be turned into a banshee kept emitting soul-piercing wails, but Arthas still channeled his power through the magic sword.
Time passed by minute by second. Arthas seemed to be hanging on to Sylvanas's life in a morbid way, causing her endless pain. The ranger general could no longer speak normally. Even with her tenacious spirit, she was almost begging. He said intermittently, "Kill...me..."
It's a pity that Arthas' mercy is not for the fake in front of him. The illusion created by Yogg-Saron is very real, and it can even be said that it is like a section directly intercepted from the long river of time, but he remains in this "Hill" The method in Vanas' body became a loophole discovered by Alsace.
Soon, Arthas had completely figured out the power nodes of Yogg-Saron. It was obvious that in order to make this distorted reality more real, he also had restrictions that he must abide by. He hoped to let Arthas experience eternity. He wanted to defeat Arthas with the pain of the Dragon King, but what he didn't know was that the last person who tried to defeat Arthas with this illusion was called Ner'zhul.
And his soul is probably gone now, and he is not even qualified to enter the Abyss.
Yogg-Saron set a trap in the body of "Ranger General". If Arthas does not kill her because of mercy, Yogg-Saron's power will gradually fill this illusion until it can explode enough to kill Or a blow that struck Alsace hard.
And if Arthas kills Sylvanas like the "correct" history, then this distorted reality will be even more difficult to defeat, and even Arthas will be trapped in it for a long time. At that time, Yogg-Saron had already broken through the seal.
However, even Yogg-Saron did not expect that Arthas would be so cold-hearted that he could keep a friend he knew half-dead and with his soul torn apart, just to find out how his power worked.
Although the distorted reality of the ancient gods is not completely true, it is by no means completely false. It is more like fabricating a "parallel time and space" paragraph to banish Arthas into it. Sylvanas here, and even those Civilians and soldiers all have their own thoughts.
These "characters" are actually no different from real people. If the ancient gods are willing to put more effort into shaping them, they can even appear in the real world and have complete memories and abilities.
Although the ancient gods cannot directly control the flow of time, they still possess some kind of power that can peer into the long river of time. Otherwise, they would not be able to influence the Bronze Dragon King buried deep in the flow of time and induce his end into the fallen Eternal Dragon King. .
But now, Arthas' method of breaking through the distorted reality has silenced Yogg-Saron. Those ubiquitous whispers stopped briefly the moment Arthas broke through the illusion and returned to reality.
