"It's done."
"It's done!"
"Done?"
"It's done..."
"Is it really done?"
"It's done."
As the Exodar landed, the Great Barrier of Azeroth was crumbling like a candle in the wind, no longer able to hinder the demons and snakes from locating Azeroth from a mystical level.
The most intuitive expression is that the King of Steel plays the role of emperor to defend the country in Draenor. It cannot be said that it is useless. After all, it is just to impress himself.
"How long will it take? I am not as tired as I am now when I wiped out demons all over Azeroth."
Aegwynn took advantage of the King of Steel and regained most of her strength. She once again looked and behaved like my son, the Emperor. The dark circles under her eyes that could not be covered by her smoky eye shadow showed that the job of a janitor was really not easy. Good job.
"We've done all we can do, all that's left is to wait."
The King of Steel yawned, cursing that the former guardian was probably a bastard from the legal world who spent three days killing demons and two days training.
It's just that although there are many potential collaborators, there are very few top mages who are as easy to bribe as Aegwin. The King of Steel can only continue to endure the verbal harassment from the old aunt.
But fortunately, everything is okay, both myself and him can still bear it.
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On the planet Azeroth, on the continent of Pandaria, in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, Alliance Grand Marshal Carlos Barov used his mortal body to rip out the heart of the ancient god. Although it sounds very flattering, the cost was his whole life. He was severely burned, 70% of the muscles in his arms were charred, and he even lost one eye.
A year ago, everyone could have held a memorial service for His Majesty the Knight King in advance.
But isn't Master Velen here, bringing the Draini's advanced medical technology with him?
What was once a fatal injury was just a simple numbers game in front of Holy Light Technology.
"Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?"
When Turayan came to visit Carlos in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, he couldn't help but frown.
"on purpose."
Carlos replied with a proud look on his face.
"Why?"
Turalyon's expression began to twist.
"Because it didn't feel right at the time."
Carlos's eyes became hollow and deep.
"Please tell me carefully, brother."
The ferocious expression on Turayan's face became flattering again, and he took out a knife and took a fruit from the bedside and started peeling it.
"It just didn't feel right. I didn't think about it carefully at the time. I instinctively sensed something was wrong. Now I'm lying in bed with my balls aching, and I finally figured it out."
After treatment, Carlos' blind eye has regained sight. However, the itching caused by the reconstruction of nerves and muscles is a bit unbearable, which manifests itself in uncontrollable twitching on his face.
"Tell me more, tell me more."
After sharing a small piece of Kalos fruit pulp, Turayan didn't bother to pretend to be polite. He wiped the fruit knife clean on his good brother's sheets and sheathed it. Most of the remaining fruit pulp was displayed in his mouth. Not to mention, it was specially provided by the elders of the Golden Lotus Sect. The fruits are really delicious, better than those purchased directly from Banshan Farm.
"Can the power of purification really transcend Y'Shaarj? This is my first question. I won't accept this after leaving this door. Remember the bad things you did at Yongchun Terrace."
"Why, when I was at Yongchun Terrace, weren't you the one who ordered the bombardment? Well, I, I, I, it's me, it's all me. You go on, I shut up."
Seeing Carlos's expression as he saw off his guests, Turayan immediately apologized and resigned.
"I felt something was wrong at that time. If Pandaria's water veins contain the power of purification, and the Evil of Fear can corrupt the spring-like Yongchun Terrace without even revealing its true body, then this so-called purification power can really kill Ya Isn’t it extremely evil, even if it’s a small one?”
Turayan's expression also became serious, and his brows twitched from time to time, as if he had thought of something.
"Although there is no evidence, I'm afraid it's what you think. I suspect that the thing at that time was not the complete Y'Shaarj. The three traitors and a test-tube baby even plotted against me. What they wanted was to destroy the entire Pandari. The purifying power of Asia, and then the true resurrection.”
After Carlos finished speaking, he felt a little scared. The battle situation at that time was so exciting and exciting, and the situation was changing rapidly. In the end, his instinct of action was greater than his thinking. If the bet was right, he could brag as much as he wanted. What if the bet was wrong...
At this moment in Azeroth, En'zoth and Yogg-Saron are still in jail, C'Thun is in a state of shit, and he was lying flat when he came to Denden, and the Titan Guardians are still mentally exhausted. Looking at the planet, there is no The individual is a rival to the full version of Y'Shaarj.
If you make the wrong bet, you'll be waiting for death. What else can you do?
"How did you realize that there was something wrong with Y'Shaarj's heart?"
Turayan was silent for a long time, digesting Carlos's words, and then continued to ask questions.
"High-end answer, I have also touched the threshold of the materialization of holy light. Although there is no systematic theoretical research on evil spirits and evil spirits, the gap between evil spirits and ancient gods is a gap, like an endless sea. The Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor on both sides. Without the Heart of Y'Shaarj, a sample of the ancient god's flesh and blood, it would be like me lying in bed wondering whether the fragments of the Naaru should be braised or steamed."
"So what you're saying is that the three-headed demons need the Heart of Y'Shaarj to transform their evil energy into the body of the ancient god."
Turayan nodded, feeling that this conjecture was reasonable.
"These are just idle thoughts while lying here. What really prompted me to go up and fight for my life was the look in the Heart of Y'Shaarj's eyes. I actually saw the two emotions of unwillingness and resignation in its eyes."
"So you sympathize with Y'Shaarj?"
The back of Turayan's neck flattened the corners of his mouth, with an expression on his face as if I don't study well and you're trying to fool me.
"How is it possible? I only had one emotion in my heart at that time. Do you understand, it was creepy? It was just a feeling that I was going to suffer!"
Carlos shuddered and had a look of fear on his face. He didn't mention that he almost got into trouble because he missed his ultimate move. He only talked about how brave and courageous he was and how determined he was.
"At that time, Reshi transformed into a pure water elf and swallowed the pocket-sized Y'Shaarji. The power of purification did wash away Y'shaarji's body, but I was standing there, so close. The smaller the size of Y'shaarji, the more... The scarier the feeling is, not the desperate feeling of a trapped animal still fighting, but the feeling of a bad nut having its hard shell removed and emitting a stench."
Carlos was enjoying the joint treatment of the top Mistweavers of the Golden Lotus and the Draenei High Priests at the Pandaren Cadre Sanatorium. He had nothing to do and had sex with his good brother Turayan who was visiting the doctor for a long time.
These are all frivolous illusions.
The reality is that during the battle at the Source of Pure Water, Carlos took the risk to tear out the heart of Y'Shaarj. Although the power of purification purified the evil spirits of the three evil spirits and destroyed the form of the pocket Y'Shaarj, it was unable to kill Y'Shaarj who fell into silence. Heart of the Ultimate, the Four Supreme Gods have now left their temple and are working together to try to seal the Heart of Y'Shaarj again.
The Old Gods are a big problem, and the war in Pandaria is a problem within a problem.
After Gromsh regained consciousness, he "escaped from prison" as soon as possible and went to the Valley of the Four Winds to coordinate the confrontation between the orcs and the commander-in-chief, who had already misfired.
And Turayan didn't come specifically to express condolences to Carlos, he came to negotiate terms with Zhu Talan. Carlos had already decided to withdraw from Pandaria before going to the Isle of Thunder, but the Pandaren made an offer that the Alliance could not refuse, and Turalyon needed to discuss a result with Carlos.
So they kept chatting until Velen came to change Carlos' dressing, and Turayan finally brought up the topic.
"Let's fight, but we humans can't fight alone. Send a message to the orcs. We can treat Gromsh's personal problems as if nothing happened, but the Alliance and the Horde must go together when retreating. After all, you are also interested in the Timeless Island. Quite interesting, Prophet."
Carlos turned a blind eye and teased the old stickman.
"May the Holy Light bless you, Lord Carlos."
The old magic stick nodded slightly, showing that he was impeccable and indifferent.
