The Heavens Collapse and the Earth Splits (6)

"Come here, Elune, I won't eat you, hehe."

Yogg-Saron, with countless mouths drooling disgusting saliva, spoke insincerely.

Although he gained some advantage in verbal exchanges, Yogg-Saron dared not be distracted in the slightest.

Yogg-Saron, who had just escaped from the seal, was in relatively good condition, but Y'Shaarj very weak state. His body swayed and seemed on the verge of collapse.

"Aman'Thul, you big fool! You are the Highfather, the Titans King, yet you were able to have your consciousness controlled by two insignificant Old Gods and be trapped in a nightmare. You have truly disappointed me."

Elune cursed viciously. She knew that Aman'Thul had been bewitched by the Old Gods because he had fallen into depravity due to being tainted by mortal emotions. If he hadn't fallen, Aman'Thul wouldn't have been used by Elune.

In the cold, dark ocean, the resentful N'Zoth gathers his tentacles.

"I am a great Old Gods, a being forbidden to mortals, yet I was utterly defeated before the Highfather Aman'Thul. N'Zoth, you have utterly disgraced us, you have ruined the reputation of the Void."

N'Zoth constantly berated himself, feeling utterly defeated at the height of his power, losing so cleanly and decisively. Among the Old Gods, his greatest strength lay in his ability to survive.

Without external assistance, simply fusing these tentacles together would take an incredibly long time.

Just as N'Zoth was in agony, he suddenly felt endless magic power continuously flowing into his tentacles.

Tens of thousands of tentacles, most of which had been destroyed by Aman'Thul, were rapidly repairing themselves under the influence of powerful magic.

"A familiar feeling... this is the magic of the Well of Eternity. Wasn't the Well of Eternity destroyed along with Azshara City?"

N'Zoth quickly realized that the so-called Well of Eternity was nothing more than a technology for extracting energy from the Void.

As long as the technology is not lost, it doesn't matter how many times the Well of Eternity is destroyed; the Highborne can rebuild it.

"Queen Azshara, are there any other lovely Highborne still alive?"

N'Zoth never imagined that he would one day rejoice over the life and death of mortals.

"N'Zoth, look at your pathetic state." A red eye appeared before N'Zoth, its gaze filled with deep mockery. "How long has it been since we last met, since the War of the Ancients?"

C'Thun?

N'Zoth sensed a familiar power; this eyeball could be considered a small avatar of C'Thun.

"Damn it, you despicable peeping tom! What, do you have a way to escape from the seal?" N'Zoth immediately retorted, "C'Thun, you're truly pathetic. Of the three of us, your seal is the most secure."

"Because even the Titans fear me," C'Thun said proudly.

"You?"

N'Zoth chuckled mockingly, "It's all because you planned to spy on Eonar, the Giver of Life, while she was bathing. And to make it public, claiming you were going to shoot a three-dimensional, all-around female Titans bathing photo album to sell among the Void factions, has made the Titans hate you to the core."

"You should understand, N'Zoth," C'Thun explained. "I did this to save Azeroth. Eonar is a Titans; each time she takes a bath, she consumes all of Azeroth's seawater, which is equivalent to the destruction of billions of lives. If I hadn't spread the word, Azeroth would be a dead planet today."

"Alright, we all understand your good intentions. A female Titans, who bathes every hundred years, destroying an ancient world like Azeroth each time, and you successfully stopped her. It's a pity you're imprisoned in the coldest dungeon. What's the point of you coming to see me now? To watch the End Time with me? To weep for our failed Destiny?"

"No, I came for Azeroth," C'Thun said confidently.

"My ability lies in meticulous observation. The Titans' cage is not without flaws. Over the years, I have successfully escaped some of their power. Azeroth is now facing a life-or-death moment. We must join forces to fight them. Azeroth still has hope. We cannot rely on the dying Y'Shaarj and that fool Yogg-Saron."

"Hope?" N'Zoth savored the bitter word, sighing, "Even if the four of us joined forces at our strongest, we would still be far from being a match for Highfather Aman'Thul. I see no hope whatsoever."

"No, we don't need to defeat Aman'Thul. Of course, we can't. We just need to injure him, at least make him bleed. A bleeding Titans is no longer mysterious; he can be defeated. Then the one hiding behind the scenes can act with peace of mind."

"Who's behind the scenes?" N'Zoth quickly realized and exclaimed in surprise, "You mean Sargeras?"

"It is Sargeras." C'Thun analyzed seriously, "From the information we have now, Sargeras orchestrated this conspiracy to lure away the strongest being, Aman'Thul, in order to destroy the Pantheon. Aman'Thul came from across time and space, and Archimonde is Sargeras's spy. Although Sargeras is stronger than Aman'Thul, the difference in their strength is not that great."

During the conversation between the two Old Gods, the repaired tentacles converged towards N'Zoth's body, and with the help of the Well of Eternity, his power had been largely restored.

N'Zoth quickly reassured him. "That's right. If I were Sargeras, I wouldn't act rashly either. Even if I successfully defeated Aman'Thul, I would still be very likely to be injured. Sargeras himself represents a large portion of the Burning Legion's strength. If he were injured, it would have a significant impact on the Legion's cause."

"But for the sake of the Legion, Sargeras absolutely cannot let Aman'Thul go," C'Thun added.

"Especially since Aman'Thul has received Elune's help, once Elune devours the Azeroth World Soul and regains some of her strength, the Legion will likely suffer as well. By then, it will be too late to intervene."

"I understand now, that makes sense." N'Zoth finally figured it all out. "Sargeras was waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack, Aman'Thul probably knew that too, which is why he always held back before making a move."

"The most opportune moment would be the moment Azeroth is destroyed," C'Thun speculated, putting himself in others' shoes. "If it were me, I would also act at that time. We only need to attack Elune, to make Aman'Thul hesitate and not act rashly. The chances of victory would be very high. What we need to do is make Sargeras act ahead of time."

"But we cannot break through the Titans' defenses," N'Zoth said cautiously. "I know your strength lies in finding the enemy's weaknesses and attacking their weakest point. Even if you find Aman'Thul's weakness, his defenses are still beyond our reach."

"We can't do it, but Queen Azshara can," C'Thun said earnestly.

"I will be your eyes, guiding you to attack Aman'Thul's weak points. You also need a powerful weapon. In the instant of the clash between Azshara City and Aman'Thul, the Highborne obtained his physical data. Now they are infusing energy into a weapon— the Sea King Trident, forged by the Highborne over a century."

N'Zoth for a moment. "I agree, but I have one more request, C'Thun. You should know the biggest gap between us and the Titans."