Mogor didn't remember that he was dead. He was in a daze, his consciousness was unclear, he didn't know where he was, and he even forgot who he was. All he could see was darkness.
This was a strange world, devoid of light and life, filled only with darkness and cold. Mogor felt himself freezing to death.
In the darkest of despair, he sensed a glimmer of warmth and light in a certain direction, and the pursuit of light and warmth drove him forward.
In the darkness, there are many travelers like him who, if they cannot find the light, will walk slower and slower until they are completely frozen and come to a stop.
Mogor was lucky; he entered a patch of light and felt a slight warmth, but he was quickly pushed away by a brute force and plunged back into darkness.
"We can't stick to this place; we have to try something else."
Mogor made his choice and walked toward another light. His choice was correct; those Restless Souls who clung to the light and refused to give up were ultimately frozen in place.
The second light also rejected Mogor; he instinctively realized that he had to find a place of light before he froze, or he would be utterly destroyed.
Despite being rejected multiple times, Mogor was lucky enough to find refuge in a ray of light before he was completely frozen, but it also rudely pushed away other who approached.
The warmth and light gradually brought Mogor back to his senses, and his thoughts slowly returned, allowing him to remember who he was.
He stared in astonishment at his translucent body, realizing that he was now nothing but a soul.
Nearby, there was a campfire, Mogor recognized the familiar figure as his father-in-law, Zuluhed, the Warchief the Dragonmaw Clan.
Zuluhed knelt on the ground, his body ablaze, the source of warmth and light.
Zuluhed raised his head, his aged face smiling, and said, "Mogor, I told you, I would be waiting for you down there."
"The fire on your body?" Mogor asked uneasily.
Zuluhed said with a wry smile, "When you are frozen, a flame will appear in your chest. You can choose to ignite the flame and burn yourself, or you can endure the cold and darkness."
Mogor felt a wave of sorrow. "It is our souls that are burning."
Zuluhed said nonchalantly, "Isn't this just like the lives of some people? Burning themselves to light up their loved ones, even if that beautiful time is short-lived."
Mogor sat beside Zuluhed, feeling warmth and light, and helped Zuluhed push away those who came near.
Unfortunately, the flames of Zuluhed grew weaker and weaker.
After the Battle of Vermilion Bird Temple, Robbie and Vanessa remained at the Infinite Dragonflight's secret base, attempting to uncover the secret of the Unity of Heaven and Humanity from the mists of Pandaria.
As the research deepened, the Infinite Dragonlord Murozond felt increasingly that the mist was full of mysteries, realizing that it could not be achieved by a single type of magic, but must be achieved by a combination of multiple spells.
I think I understand.
Murozond said confidently:
"Countless Restless Souls lurk in the mists of Pandaria. They are capable of thought, possess wisdom, and have developed various forms of magic. They have built a colossal Dalaran, encompassing numerous disciplines and employing multiple magical arts in harmony—this is the way of the unity of Unity of Heaven and Humanity."
Robbie chimed in, "In other words, the Restless Souls in the Pandaria mists developed a more complete magical system, leading the August Celestials to mistakenly believe they had achieved a unity of Unity of Heaven and Humanity!"
Murozond affirmed, "Yes, that's it. Strange, what era do these Restless Souls come from? I wield the power of time and have no idea where they come from."
The history of Azeroth spans billions of years. Although the Infinite Dragonlord, Murozond, is said to control time, his power is limited and cannot even cover the entire history of civilization.
For example, in the Black Empire created by the Old Gods, there was always a force interfering with the Infinite Dragonlord's attempts to spy, and during Queen Azshara's era, every time the Infinite Dragonflight went to spy, they were destined to fall into boring illusions.
Robbie had other guesses in mind, but lacking sufficient evidence, he didn't voice them, instead exchanging glances with Vanessa.
Murozond suddenly sensed something and smirked, saying:
"Benedictus is in trouble. He's calling on me for help. I told him long ago that the End Time is extremely dangerous. Come with me, we'll find him out of the darkness."
The Infinite Dragonflight Base is very similar to the Caverns of Time, with huge caves carved out, densely packed like a honeycomb, each leading to a specific Timeline.
Murozond found the cave at the End Time, the most heavily guarded place, always protected by an adult Infinite Dragonflight, and filled with traps and seals.
At the entrance to the End Time, as Murozond his spell, the vortex of the entrance grew larger and larger, and darkness spread before them.
"I've locked in Benedictus."
Murozond pulled out a fishing rod with a Murloc's head embedded in it, its eyes still darting Liuliu.
This Murloc is no ordinary creature. In a certain Timeline, a Murloc inadvertently gained knowledge of the Power of Time, causing the destruction of that Timeline.
Murozond managed to defeat the Murloc and forge it into a weapon of his own.
Murozond swung his fishing rod, the hook attached to the long fishing line plunged into the darkness, the float began to bounce, and Murozond quickly reeled in the line.
The hook held the soul of an Orcs, baring its teeth and howling. Murozond chuckled awkwardly, "A mistake. I'll definitely find Benedictus next time."
Murozond removed the Orcs's soul from the hook and threw it into the darkness. He cast the hook again, and this time it went smoothly. With the bobbing of the float, Murozond successfully reeled in the fish.
Archbishop Benedictus fell stiffly to the ground, almost frozen solid. After a long while, a powerful Power of the Holy Light emanated from his body, and he finally came back to life.
"It's so cold, I'm freezing!"
Benedictus hugged his shoulders, his body trembling uncontrollably.
" At the End Time, there exists the Power of the Holy Light. I thought it could dispel the cold and darkness, but that chill penetrates straight to the soul, and the Power of the Holy Light has no effect. Fortunately, I have made a new discovery."
An Infinite Dragonflight brought over some hot soup. Benedictus took a sip and felt much better; the rosy glow returned to his face.
"It tastes good. What kind of meat is this? I've never eaten it before," Benedictus asked curiously.
"This is soup made from Orcs bones. What did you say you discovered?" Murozond tried to change the subject.
"Wait, you're saying these are Orcs bones?" Benedictus ashen.
Murozond casually replied, "Orcs meat is delicious and has always been a favorite of Dragonkin. It's rich in nutrients and contains a small amount of Fel. By the way, where were you?"
"Holy Light above, please forgive my sins."
Benedictus took another sip of the broth, knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly. After finishing his prayer, he said with a reproachful look:
"I discovered many souls that had ignited themselves to gain a brief moment of warmth and light. They refused visitors, so I had to force my way in. Interestingly, all the souls I encountered were Orcs, and there were so many of them that they practically covered the entire land."