Never has there been such a wonderful start.
Who are my brothers and sisters?
Each has extraordinary skills, each possesses special skills, and each is a brother and a close relative of flesh and blood.
I haven’t even added any money yet, and they’re all gone.
Must be a scam.
And this game was too fake.
C'Thun received part of N'Zoth's power, but none of Yogg-Saron's.
So this was probably led by N'Zoth, and Yogg-Saron agreed to watch the show, and used it to blackmail me, C'Thun.
You want to trick me into having an attack in advance and help them distract the attention of the natives of Azeroth with their stupid things. How about fighting to the death? Then these two guys pretending to be dead jumped out and danced on my grave, using my wife's book Go smoke their paper people.
Right, right, Yogg-Saron, N'Zoth, do you think I can't guess it?
Having been in love and fighting each other for tens of thousands of years, although C’Thun could not sense the existence of his brothers at the soul level, he still could not imagine that he had made it to the end in this competition among the ancient gods.
So the March period has arrived, and the Hive army is still standing still.
Anyway, C'Thun didn't urge him, and the Twin Emperors had no initiative at all.
This caused Fandral Staghelm to be confused and at the same time, Tyrande Whisperwind breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that the situation has not reached its worst yet, and the night elves still have some time.
In the deepest part of the eternal palace, the weakest and undefeated ancient god N'Zoth has been killed.
Caught between reality and dreams, the chains cast by Titan tie the real platform floating in the sea of illusion.
In fact, this is an observation port, and N'Zoth's true form lies under the endless abyss.
Unlike Yogg-Saron, N'Zoth does not have the ability to corrupt the Titan prison and physically escape from it.
N'Zos didn't mean to be a noob, he was really weak compared to his brothers and sisters.
But the weakest ancient god has an undefeated record.
How could Neltharion and Azshara's tricks fool the experienced N'Zoth.
N'Zoth enjoys the loud plotting of the Black Dragon King and the Light of Light.
This is such fun.
A small fragment of Azshara's soul is in N'Zoth's belly, and Neltharion has the blessing of the Old God within him.
No need to use words, N'zoth can detect the thoughts of these two people.
So when Azshara, who was pretending to be invincible, came here to seek N'zoth's protection, N'zoth showed up.
Although the huge body is still locked in the prison by the Titan, one of N'Zoth's tentacles still spans the endless abyss and projects its power onto this platform.
Neltharion, today is the moment for the black dragon clan to ascend. I want to give you the honor, and you cannot refuse.
Then, everything was as N'zoth expected, poor acting, incompetent Sarasta, Azshara and Neltharion were knocked to the ground by N'zoth's tentacles, the Blade of the Dark Empire begged Nzo Si let himself go.
So who killed N'Zoth?
Yes, who killed me?
Of course I killed me!
Yogg-Saron's soul power surged in like a mountain and a tsunami, and Vashj's loyalty was the final blow.
Ren'zos was so cunning that he still did not expect that the Black Dragon Legion, the Deep Sea Naga, and the Scourge Legion would join forces.
Carlos's confusion is justified. Frostmourne is an artifact. Can it really extract the monster-level soul of Yogg-Saron in an instant?
Even if it is extracted, can Frostmourne carry such terrifying power?
The Lich King proved with facts that with the blessing of the Ice Throne, he could.
Yogg-Saron's soul was drawn out.
The wording is not accurate, it must have been stabbed out.
Ulduar's ley lines connect to Icecrown Citadel, and Icecrown Citadel's ley lines connect to the Eye of the Maelstrom.
Only Neltharion, the guardian of the earth, has the ability to control the earth to carry this soul energy that once again triggered the catastrophe ten thousand years ago.
Yogg-Saron's soul accelerated all the way along the exhausted arcane energy channel, just to find a carrier before dying.
N'Zoth was ecstatic.
N'Zos was satisfied.
N'Zos was disappointed.
N'Zoth was filled.
N'Zoth felt something was wrong.
Yogg-Saron's soul power was unwilling to be left alone and tried to fight for control of his body.
As a result, Xal'atath, who was imprisoned in the void, moved on his own and stabbed N'Zoth.
With one stab, such a trivial stab, N'Zoth's fate was sealed.
Unlike Yogg-Saron, whose body has lost its vitality, N'Zoth's body and soul began to collapse. Yogg-Saron's roar and N'Zoth's wail were deafening at the soul level, but the real world was a silent confrontation.
"Let me go, you promised!"
Xal'atath trembled and begged, but the invisible hand lifted the poor little dagger upside down and brought it to Neltharion.
The Black Dragon King respectfully took the Blade of the Dark Empire and turned around to leave.
"Are you going to break the contract with me too?"
Azshara's voice was a little sharp.
The situation has become very clear. From the beginning, he never believed that he could succeed. The so-called rigorous plan itself was part of the scam.
There was no response. On the platform, N'Zoth's gradually dissipating body began to bubble, and a pure white soul fragment emerged in the space against the dark and churning power of shadow.
Azshara's heart was throbbing. This was the soul fragment she had given to N'Zoth in order to save the people who fell into the sea.
"What else do I have to give?"
no respond.
?Having left this small platform.
Victory has been achieved, and it's time to enjoy the feast.
As the invisible gods began to feast on the spoils of soul and flesh, the reasons for the double standards towards Sarasta and Azshara seemed to become increasingly clear.
The moonlight penetrated the deep sea, and Azshara retrieved the fragments of her soul. She was complete again and tore apart her alien body. The bright moonlight offered new grace to the Light of Light and smoothed away the wounds.
The woman was in pain and joy, and her hoarse throat uttered confessions and prayers, offering the power of faith that had been delayed for tens of thousands of years to the patron saint of the night elves.
Finally, Azshara regained her human form, not as a disguise of magic, not as a form of transformation. She, Azshara, the light of light, was back.
The remaining power of the moon god in Azeroth rests in the hearts of all night elf believers. Who is more qualified to represent all night elves than Azshara, who is once again pure and flawless.
Blessings for Elune...
In Silithus in the distance, Tyrande suddenly felt in a trance. She saw Azshara 10,000 years ago and the calm deep sea illuminated by the moonlight.
It was supposed to be a harbinger of peace and tranquility, but Tyrande's consciousness was dragged up to the sky by invisible forces.
Then, Tyrande saw the great terror surging under the dark sea covered by the bright moonlight.
"Mother, what's wrong with you?"
There were no outsiders around, and Shandris Yuyue didn't bother to address her duties, and supported Tyrande with concern.
Tyrande rubbed her brows and pressed her slightly open lips tightly again.
When her family and country were in danger, her 37-degree mouth couldn't express such a cold prophecy.
"This sky full of yellow sand is so annoying."
