"The Abyss Mark in you has been triggered, and those Nagas are coming."
Shadow Word also seemed to be shocked by the hanging remains of the true god in front of it. Its voice was a little lower than usual, symbolizing respect for power.
Diakum nodded, turned to the shocked Neri and Yrel and said:
"Go and help Aegwynn block Naga."
"Does she still need help?"
Yrel blinked and said:
"I feel like Lady Aegwynn can tear Warlord Margok off and eat it with just a little force. She can defeat those Naga by herself, not to mention she still has that terrifying staff in her hand."
"It's about blocking, not dealing with it."
Dick sighed and said to Neri:
"I may have used a little too much force when teaching her. The part of this child that belongs to Garrison Commander has grown too well, even a little too well. Can you turn her back for me? She will be a leader in the future, and she can't always be like this."
"I see Xuan."
Neri wagging his tail and said:
"Things like brain muscleization are generally irreversible, but it doesn't matter. Garrison Commander can just dare to go up when in danger. What's more, Yrel is just a child over a hundred years old. According to Eredar's standards, she is not even an adult. How smart do you expect her to be?"
Don't worry, she has enough time to let her wisdom settle. However, once courage is lost, it is difficult to get it back.
Don't feel guilty, you taught her well."
While talking, Neri took Yrel away from True God Land, and she explained the reason to Yrel in a low voice.
The elves who have been veterans for thousands of years are still making preparations. Aegwynn wants to open a huge portal directly from Tomb of Sargeras to Stormwind. In order to send them all there, they have to wait until the elven souls rush over and hang out the "tails" that have been following them.
"Oh, acting!"
Yrel then suddenly realized, she stroked her holy blade and said:
"Then I'll be gentler later?"
"The main thing is that Lady Aegwynn wants to act. The two of us are on the same level as Deep Sea Matriarch. Just fight hard. Void Creature is famous for being thick-skinned and thick-skinned, so he is not easily defeated. Not to mention that he has a numerical advantage."
Neri's explanation made Yrel nod vigorously.
She knew that the Archbishop was Vigilant's "scandalous girlfriend", who was equivalent to his "Master's Mother" to her. She was a thousand-year-old ranger with rich experience, so she just had to obey her orders.
But she was still curious as to why Diakum the Saint didn't go out to act with them, but when she saw Archbishop Nali's normal expression, Yrel knew that she shouldn't ask this question.
It wasn't until they left the inner temple that Neri, who had always looked calm, let out a sigh of relief. She looked back at the closed door and whispered:
"There was a Greater Demon hiding there just now!"
"What?"
Yrel was shocked. She knocked on the door with the holy blade and said:
"Then we leave Vigilant alone there, isn't it a bit wrong?"
"It's his "old friend"."
Neri pressed Yrel's shoulders, with a slightly complicated expression, and said:
"Don't disturb their "reminiscing about old times". The other party has no ill intentions, otherwise we won't be able to get along. Just do your own thing. In addition, what you saw today will be kept firmly in my heart and you are not allowed to reveal it to anyone!"
Argus Star Soul Lord is looking at you."
In the temple, after the gate was re-blocked, Diakum was holding Twilight Hammer and Phase Barrier. He looked into the shadow of Sargeras Mortal realm and said:
"How long have you been waiting here for me?"
"It's okay. It didn't take long. Anyway, I just dropped by to do something. I didn't come here specifically for you. The main reason is that I don't want to scare you, Dick."
The familiar Ancient Eredar words sounded from the shadows, and the blue figure appeared in front of Vigilant leaning on the Fel staff. Diakum was a little disappointed that there was no shadow of the other party.
This means that the thing in front of you is not an entity, but an astral projection with some power.
"The Shaper" Sarkir stared at Dick with a smile, and said:
"When did you find out? I was referring to your "shadow bad friend" who reminded you before. It was really rude. How could a third party peep when old friends met?
You!
Sea of Darkness's bewitching spirit, please be quiet!"
It raised its hand and clicked lightly, and a faint green Fel halo erupted from the whole body, sweeping across the entire temple area like dispersion.
Diakum's ears suddenly became quiet. He felt as if he had removed Holy Light Force's body before. He also felt a sense of "relaxation" and felt like he had returned from the shadow to the warmth of the sun.
That's not an illusion.
Void Force's blessing has also been temporarily dispelled.
This great magic that can temporarily cut off the influence of the force consumes most of the power of the projection in front of it, but Sarkir obviously thinks it is worth it. It does not want to use an astral projection to defeat Diakum.
That's not realistic.
"What you have done recently has really stunned me and Kil'jaeden. You know, I have been curious about what great achievements you will accomplish after coming to Azeroth, but I really didn't expect that in such a short period of time, you would be able to exorcise Lord Sargeras's will back to Twisting Nether."
Sarkir leaned on the tower of Fel and approached Dick. It said in wonder:
"You don't know how outrageous this matter is in Twisting Nether. Although due to Dark Titan's face, no one from Greater Demon down to the brat dares to discuss it openly, your name is mentioned repeatedly in every whisper in every burning world.
Void Force has eyes and ears all over Material Universe, and they are almost crazy bragging about your achievements.
Dick, your ability to make friends makes me envious.
Holy Light, void, and life, they are all your friends, although they may not necessarily be sincere. More importantly, you are not immersed in that illusory idea.
Look at the shadow on you."
The Shaper rubbed the tentacles on his chin. Like a strict teacher seeing a diligent and studious student, he nodded with satisfaction and said:
"You realize the risks of walking in the light and learn to use opposite forces to offset each other's influence. Although this will make the force impure and lose power, it can retain your own consciousness.
Compared with the loss of power, it is more important to maintain one's "true self".
Not bad!
Kil'jaeden and I never thought of such a good idea."
"So, is the relationship between Sire Denathrius and his careless rebellious son okay?"
Diakum looked at Sarkir indifferently.
After the other party said a lot of praises, he replied in the most orthodox Stone Legion Stoneborn language. When he said these words, Sarkir could feel the surrounding air getting colder.
Obviously, the words Stoneborn originating from Shadowlands are also Magic Text, which comes with Necromantic Power.
More importantly, Sarkir realized that he had been exposed.
The arrogance of "everything is under control" that it had maintained since its appearance was shattered, and even the big blue face showed visible surprise, but then it was replaced by a smile.
It laughed.
The smile was very exaggerated and unrestrained.
It stretched out its hand and patted the exaggerated shoulder armor of Dick, saying:
"I have worked hard to hide for more than 20,000 years, and I walk on thin ice every day with fear, for fear of being discovered by some nosy Greater Demon, for fear that one day Lord Aggramar will suddenly fall in front of me and give me, a traitor, a blow.
I worked hard to disguise myself, not daring to reveal myself at all.
I couldn't find anyone to talk to, but Dick, as expected of you, gave me a big surprise as soon as we met.
Okay!
Well, since you have seen through all the details, I don't have to hide it anymore. Well, it feels so good to be able to talk easily without wearing a mask. It's like I'm alive again in an instant."
The Shaper raised his head, stared at Diakum, and said:
"You are trying to contact the Star Soul of Azeroth, but the Everything Unification Field left behind by Titan has trapped you, like a thick city wall blocking your target that is close at hand. You must find him before you can restore your already extremely weak Argus Star Soul.
Need help?"
"How can you help?"
Dick said sarcastically:
"Another pathetic deal? But Azeroth Even the stupidest mage apprentice knows not to make a deal with the devil. Do I think I'm as stupid as you think?"
"Humph, that's how they teach their children, but that can't change. Over the past many years, Dalaran has remained one of the cities most closely connected with the Burning Legion in the world. You would never imagine how many demons and demons are hidden in the City of Mage.
Just a bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites.
Their potential is not enough to support them in walking on the orthodox Arcane road, so they turn to the more generous Fel for strength, but they desperately want to retain that glorious coat of respectability."
Sarkir sneered loudly:
"They remind me of the Eredar Arcane Mages in the ancient times. They are exactly the same. There is no difference. I am not trying to make a deal with you.
Holy Light won't be willing, and neither will Void.
The two forces will temporarily unite and try their best to prevent you from contacting Fel, because they all know that in the field of "generosity", the other forces combined cannot compare to Twisting Nether.
I just want to give you a suggestion, Dick.
You know who I am united with, so do what you should do in Azeroth, and continue to be persistent in fighting the fate in front of you.
Don't stop death's march in the shadows.
Speaking of which, you already know what happened in this world in the past, aren't you curious why at the end of War of the Ancients, Anti-Demon Crusade, who was at a disadvantage, suddenly got help from World Soul?
Where did the Everything Unification Field left by the Titans break apart, allowing Azeroth Star Soul, who sensed the threat, to take the initiative to fight back?
Who do you think dug that crack?"
"You?"
Dick raised his eyebrows and stared at Sarkir, who nodded slightly with an exaggerated mage salute and said:
"You're welcome, it's me.
Want to know where that crack is?
You're welcome, just say it, Dick, the relationship between us is very complicated, apart from being enemies, I think there is some kind of bond between us, so as long as it is something you desire, as long as you say it, I will help you.
I don't even need your mercy.
Death will not take the initiative to challenge you. Wherever you go, they will retreat until the end of Burning Crusade, until the end of Dark Night Era!
When the next calm dusk comes, the dead will set off in silence.
This is not a deal."
Sarkir emphasized:
"Is it just an unspoken agreement? After all, you have enough enemies in Void, Order and Fel. Don't give yourself any more strength."
Diakum fell silent.
After a moment, he raised his head and said to Sarkir, who was full of expectations:
"You just said that you dropped by while doing errands?"
"Yes, it's a business matter. It's quite troublesome, but it has been solved."
Sarkir said lightly, but Dick interrupted him, pointed to the north, and said:
"Frostmourne has been delivered? Lich King is coming? Death Force The node at Azeroth is about to be established. From then on, all the dead in this world will have owners, right?
Sarkir, why are you insisting on negotiating terms with a prophet who defies fate?
You "poor guy" obviously can't come up with anything that would interest me!"
"You"
The Shaper's gaze became dangerous.
Then, it heard Diakum say to it:
"I refuse!
I refuse the information you revealed to me, and I refuse to make any agreement with death! You don't need to use any sweet words, Sarkir, isn't the "fate" I have been fighting against the same thing that your masters are weaving behind the scenes?
Who guided the bronze Titan Sargeras to see Star Soul corroded by the void with his own eyes, which directly caused him to estrange from the order and indirectly allowed Fel to have a master?
Who whispered in Xe'ra's ear, causing the stubborn prophet to see the broken light falling from the so-called Great Ordering of Light and Shadow period, causing her to search for the "Light-Dark Child" for tens of thousands of years, and not hesitate to launch Light Burial one after another in the galaxy?
Who is the one who planned the loss of Shadowlands's anima, causing World of Death to have no peace, thereby blocking the cycle of life and death, and weakening Life Force in the world?
What I fight against is fate, Sarkir."
Vigilant stepped forward and grabbed the Shaper's collar. In the half-giant posture that restored its original shape, he lifted the projection of Sarkir into the air. He scolded:
"What I have been fighting against is your master! Eternal Ones's conspiracy will not succeed. I will not let any force invade the land under my feet, and I will never let the tragedy of Argus happen again in this world.
Do you really know who you are serving?
Sire Denathrius Did he really tell you all of His plans?
Wake up, Sarkir!
You keep saying that I have been eroded by the Force, but look at yourself!
You escaped the brutal pollution of Fel, but your soul has been shaped by death into an indifferent person. When you saw Eredar die in front of you, did you still have a trace of pain and anger?
Do you still remember why you formed Awakeners' Cult in the first place?"
"Bang"
He threw the projection of Sarkir on the ground, took out Ashbringer and wiped the sword body.
As the holy flame ignited, he said:
"You are hopeless! The former "The Enlightener" is dead. I killed him with my own hands. When you were brought back from Shadowlands, you were no longer you.
It's useless to say more!
Let your master randomly send his brave men to try to extinguish me. Even without the crack you created, I can still get in touch with Azeroth Star Soul.
Say hello to Sire Denathrius for me.
Raise a glass with Him for me to those who try to kill us!"
"Poof"
The holy blade slashed down, and under Sarkir's calm and indifferent gaze, the projection shattered.
As a sigh echoed, the demons suppressed by Sarkir in the surrounding shadows howled out and rushed out. Their divine bodies from Sargeras called out in Fel, and they were the wildest people born in Twisting Nether.
When faced with Diakum, he was not afraid at all. He screamed and rushed towards him in an attempt to kill him.
"No matter what it just told you, don't believe it! There's something wrong with that guy!"
Shadow Word, who returned to Diakum's ears, screamed:
"Fel can't completely expel the shadow. He uses the subterfuge of other forces! That guy is a Force Chosen like you, but he was not chosen by Fel!"
At the same time, under Vigilant's surprised gaze, a ray of light shrouded him through the darkness without calling Holy Light.
Although Holy Light was silent, Vigilant read the same urgent persuasion as Shadow Word from this light.
Light and darkness actually appeared at the same time, just to convey the same warning to Vigilant.
It seems that Sarkir was right just now.
Neither Holy Light nor Void will agree to further contact between Diakum and Fel. They will even temporarily put aside their opposition and jointly resist the temptation of destruction. They can cooperate and they can even coexist.
"Don't be afraid, I have no intention of reaching any agreement with Sarkir and the forces behind it."
Dick grabbed Flame Blade and faced the howling demons with two swords in his hands. Even though the legendary monsters were all in front of him, he was not afraid of it despite his weakness.
Just a devil.
Just kill a few more and think of it as fitness.
"But Diakum, you rejected Sarkir's proposal."
Argus Star Soul said softly:
"This means you only have one choice left."
"Yes, Chamber of Heart under Silithus Desert, but there is a Old God dominating that place."
Dick's body chopped and slaughtered the demons according to his skillful experience, and his spirit replied to Star Soul:
"Our next goal is clear, get rid of "Thousand-Eyed Demon" and his insect servants, recapture Chamber of Heart, and let you and your sisters complete the meeting there.
Please don't worry.
Old God is indeed powerful, but it is far from Invincible.
And I have a hunch that the end point of my Light-Shadow Twinborn road trial is also there. In the darkness brought by Old God, I will try to ignite the light that only belongs to me.
So, there is no need to stress, my lord, this is not just for you."
"Alas"
Star Soul let out a helpless sigh.
He knew that Dick gave this explanation just to prevent Him from being too burdened.
As a "strategic weapon" thrown into Material World by Void Faction to specifically corrode Star Soul, although Old God is also a demigod-level being, obviously no one will compare them with Wild God. The two are not creatures of the same magnitude at all.
That is perhaps the Force creature closest to the concept of "Lesser God" among Material Universe. They are directly connected to Sea of Darkness. It is Blackhand that extends from Void Lord to Material World. It is even closer than the relationship between Naaru and Holy Light.
He regards Eredar as his own child, but now he wants his child to risk being corrupted by corruption to challenge a monster born in Sea of Darkness for him, which makes Argus Star Soul feel guilty.
It is rare for a creature as powerful as him to have such an emotion.
But then, Argus Star Soul realized something even more terrifying. He said:
"If Sarkir tore apart Titan's Everything Unification Field and saw Star Soul ten thousand years ago, then."
"Yes, what we should be worried about now is what did Sarkir do to Azeroth Star Soul during that "interview" to cause him to have such a big reaction."
Diakum slashed the demons mechanically and efficiently, and said in a heavy tone:
"Maybe it's not just the void that's corroding Azeroth, but also death!"
"Why do you have time to visit me today?"
In a certain Burning Legion world, the Conqueror Kil'jaeden looked at the Shaper·Sarkir in confusion. The Demon King was surprised to see a hint of confusion on the face of his colleague?
It couldn't help but ask:
"What happened?"
"I just want to ask you a question, Kil'jaeden."
Sarkir said softly:
"I just asked other people and those Eredar who were "rescued" by us, but none of them dared to tell me the truth, which is really disappointing.
Kil'jaeden, look at me!
Tell me. Is the "me" in your eyes still the same "The Enlightener"?"
"Haha, good question."
Kil'jaeden put down the official task in its hands that could determine the time of destruction of hundreds of worlds. It stood up from the throne surrounding Sargeras's Flame with great interest, strolled down, circled Sarkir a few times, shook its head and said:
"When you abandon the title "The Enlightener", you are no longer him."
"I don't want to hear your answer as a joke!"
"But I'm not kidding. Think about it carefully, what made you decide to give up the title you were most proud of, the glorious title given to you by your disciples and your people.
The name is a very important thing, Sarkir, it represents how a person wants to appear in the eyes of the world.
You look a little lost, but that's probably not a bad thing."