The Heavens Crumbled and the Earth Shattered (7)

C'Thun, upon hearing this, said regretfully, "The biggest gap between us and the Titans is computing power."

The Titans possessed terrifying computational abilities, which allowed them to control their massive bodies and wield terrifying magical power. Although the Old Gods also had powerful divine souls, their computational abilities were too poor, limiting the extent of their power.

This is the difference between the Old Gods and the Titans. Therefore, the Old Gods can only exist by relying on the World Soul. If one day the Dark World Soul of Azeroth awakens, the Old Gods will become its most loyal lackeys.

The difference in life level between them and the Titans was an insurmountable chasm that even the Old Gods felt despair.

"Therefore, I lack the confidence to complete this task." N'Zoth's body slowly rose and fell in the seawater. "I can hand over control of this body to Queen Azshara, and let her deliver this crucial blow."

C'Thun couldn't understand for a moment. "Queen Azshara is, after all, just a mortal."

"But she commands hundreds of thousands of Highborne, and when they unite, their computational abilities are comparable to those of a Titans." Having witnessed firsthand the Highborne's masterful control of their thousands of tentacles in battle against the Old Gods Xal'atath, and their exquisite maneuvering, skillful positioning, and awareness, Xal'atath realized that N'Zoth was far from being able to achieve that.

"Etc."

C'Thun suddenly showed a look of shock; his soul had never fluctuated so violently before. He asked in astonishment, "N'Zoth, could this be the true answer to the mystery that has plagued us for so long?"

N'Zoth also fell into deep thought, whispering:

"Why must there be life on the surface of a planet where World Soul is hatching? Why would an advanced civilization appear? Why can we sense the World Soul's powerful life force, yet we cannot communicate with her or awaken her?"

"Could it be that we've been wrong all along?" C'Thun murmured. "Perhaps the hatching of the World Soul isn't what we thought. If we can overcome this current difficulty, I will definitely think about it carefully."

C'Thun is a lobbyist, representing the consciousness of Queen Azshara.

After the two Old Gods reached an agreement, N'Zoth saw Queen Azshara again.

Queen Azshara's form at this moment was extremely bizarre. She had lost her Night Elf body and had actively transformed into a body Corruption by the Old Gods. Her face was distorted, and she had dozens of tentacles, resembling an octopus monster.

Illidan's form behind him also changed; his body became enormous, his lower legs transformed into powerful hooves, he had a pair of tattered wings on his back, and he exhaled Fel energy from his mouth and nose.

Only Xavius remained unaffected. As Satyr, it can now be concluded that Fel energy is highly resistant to the Corruption of the Titans.

"Don't worry, even the Titans have their limits," Azshara chuckled. "Aman'Thul didn't foresee the existence of the Holy Light in this era. At the most crucial moment, it was the Holy Light that saved our lives."

In the instant Azshara City clashed with Aman'Thul, the entire city was reduced to ashes by the Titans Power. It was Robbie who activated Divine Shield, successfully protecting everyone's lives.

At the same time, the Queen activated Mass Teleport, helping everyone escape the destroyed Azshara City.

However, being too close to Aman'Thul, Queen Azshara and Illidan were both Corruption to varying degrees.

Queen Azshara was forced to use the power of the Old Gods to fight against them, Illidan, who was most familiar with Fel, willingly transformed into a Demons form.

"This is the real reason why Illidan accepted Fel."

Having experienced and witnessed all of this firsthand, Robbie came to a profound realization that history is truly the most ridiculous lie.

"N'Zoth, it's commendable that you recognize your shortcomings." Queen Azshara spoke bluntly, only stating the truth:

"This is exactly what we need. When the Highborne once again engage the Titans in close combat, whether we win or lose, we will pay a heavy price. From then on, we will no longer be Night Elves."

Azshara turned to look at the hundreds of thousands of Highborne, her expression calm, and said in a clear voice:

"In this crucial battle, we must remain clear-headed and rational at all times, and not let corruption affect us. Now you must make a choice: only those who can accept the Metamorphosis brought about by the power of the Old Gods can join this ultimate battle. This is not a shameful escape; I respect everyone's choice."

Only a few Highborne refused to Metamorphosis into Old Gods forms, and consistent with historical records, one of them was Dath'Remar Sunstrider, the creator of the High Elves.

The hundreds of thousands of Highborne voluntarily stayed behind each consumed a piece of N'Zoth's tentacle. The power of the Old Gods transformed them into twisted Naga, while the magic of the Well of Eternity kept them conscious.

The new Well of Eternity is located at the core of Sea King Trident's Sea King Trident, which is also its power source.

Aman'Thul was gripped by despair in his nightmares.

Two unfamiliar Dark Titans, possessing bodies as massive as Sargeras' and also imbued with the power of Fel, dragged Aman'Thul's aging form slowly into the deepest reaches of space.

"Aman'Thul." Sargeras led the way, his voice echoing in Aman'Thul's ear:

"For a Titans, to Anjing await death is a disgrace. I will grant you the most dignified way to die: you will enter the Battlefields of the Void and die heroically in battle against foreign enemies, like a warrior."

"Sargeras, you can't treat me like this," Aman'Thul pleaded weakly and desperately. "I'm willing to submit to you, to give you everything, just to be allowed to Anjing await death like an aging mortal."

The Dark Titan Sargeras laughed heartily, saying triumphantly, "Aman'Thul, I'd love to hear your pleas, but I will ruthlessly reject you."

Aman'Thul's eyes darted around, and he suddenly understood something, then burst into laughter.

Sargeras, standing to the side, and the two Dark Titans looked at him strangely.

"What a wonderful dream, a lucid nightmare, a realistic illusion. Look at this starry sky, this universe, this Pantheon —everything is perfect, exactly as it was found in my memories, isn't it? I can't remember what kind of enemy I was fighting, but that doesn't matter. All I need to do is fight back. Shatter, dream!"

The Highfather unleashed his unparalleled spiritual power, shattering the dream before him.

Yogg-Saron in the air was forced back a great distance, his body spewing out clumps of flesh and blood from countless mouths, and his body was noticeably smaller.

Y'Shaarj groaned as he struggled to break free from the nightmare, while Aman'Thul launched an attack, a Gray Ray shooting from the magic ring on his little finger, striking Y'Shaarj.

"Yogg-Saron, there's an error in the dream you've woven; he's noticed it," Y'Shaarj.

Yogg-Saron was somewhat bewildered. "Impossible. I completely read Aman'Thul's memories. If there's anything missing, it's only Sargeras's personality. Aman'Thul only felt despair and curses towards him. I really can't find anything else."

"Y'Shaarj."

Aman'Thul examined the magic ring on his little finger, nodded slightly, and said, "It really is the power of the dead. Are you unwilling to die like this? Your revenge is meaningless."