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(Additional update for "ASSASSINZZC" brothers [4/5])
How to deal with Deathwing's remains is really a big problem for laymen.
Every inch of cooled flesh and blood in this thing carries exaggerated void erosion. It is definitely not unrealistic for a drop of blood to contaminate a village, but for "professionals", handling this thing is actually not as complicated as imagined.
As long as you first use Curse of Flesh to decompose it, extract the void pollution hidden in every trace of blood and bones, then use Holy Light to purify it, and finally re-weave and shape the flesh and blood, you can transform the residual body of Deathwing into something that can be "secondarily used".
Unfortunately, this "advanced skill" is mastered by only a few people.
Fortunately, Diakum is a master in this area.
In the dead silence of Terokkar Rift, Nether-Stalker was suspended next to Diakum, observing how Vigilant dealt with these troublesome corrosive things in a way of "appreciating art".
The two masters of void knowledge chatted and brainstormed from time to time, as if they were having some kind of thrilling "academic exchange".
Behind the two of them, the Ethereal apprentices under Nether-Stalker were transporting some crystal-like energy devices to the Sunwell ruins and placing them everywhere.
Those are the "Eco-Dome" components developed by Consortium.
Ethereal used high technology to make these components for the "planet transformation" project. In today's war-torn universe, there are so many war refugees who need such "shelters" that can simulate the planetary environment in the star sea.
It is said that the Node Princes of Consortium have made a lot of money in this "planet real estate" business.
Of course, for Azeroth bumpkins, these black technologies are obviously too high-end, but these Grand Maguss trapped in the Sunwell ruins don't have to force themselves to understand these technologies, as long as they can use them.
"This Nether-Stalker is not simple."
While Ms. Vilara was manipulating magic to clear away large areas of ruins for the security of Eco-Dome's device, he reminded Aegwynn and Blue Moon Dean beside him in a mental whisper:
"Arcane Scholar Clan also used Eco-Dome technology during a long-distance migration thousands of years ago. The devices we bought from Consortium at a large price are said to be first-class, but their quality is far inferior to those given to us by Nether-Stalker.
This is definitely a dome device for Node Prince's own use.
It even comes with triple energy matrix protection, which can withstand the Burning Legion starship attack under extreme conditions.
"Military equipment" of this quality cannot be bought with just money in today's star sea."
"Diakum's "friends" don't have simple identities."
Aegwynn complained:
"But we have no way of knowing how many of these powerful "friends" Dick has. Ms. Vilara, can you control this Ethereal technology?"
"Of course, this is a compulsory course for the Arcane Mages of the Eredar clan today."
Veilara sighed and said:
"Years of war have taught us how to use anything available to protect ourselves and our people. This set of Eco-Dome requires a terrible amount of energy to activate and maintain, but the good news is that the Sunwell under our feet is a real Arcane wonder, so there is no need to worry about energy loss.
After the dome and energy propulsion device are installed, we can set off."
"Everyone, I had a conversation with Dath'Remar."
Phoenix Guard Farodis appeared next to the casters in the form of Teleportation Spell. He said apologetically:
"Dath'Remar's condition is not bad. He said that he can control Sunwell to charge stably, but I must express my most sincere apology to you on behalf of Quel'Thalas. This was supposed to be a trip, but it has caused you to suffer unnecessary risks."
"Yes, forget it if I'm involved."
Blue Moon Dean said very dissatisfied:
"But except for Mar'gok, all the sixteen students accompanying me were involved, which is very inappropriate! Fortunately, my students did not regard this as a disaster."
"With your extreme education method, let alone being transported to the other side of the star sea, even facing Greater Demon's sudden attack by the Burning Legion is equivalent to a big vacation for the students of the Nathrezim Academy.
Look at how happy they are running around, as if they were out on a youth trip.
Even though, at their feet lies the body of Azeroth, the most dangerous the Fallen in history."
Aegwynn complained softly:
"I'm not saying that the education policy of Tihai Tactics is really bad. It's not like you don't understand more efficient education methods. Why are you so insistent on using this outrageous and inefficient method to maintain the operation of the college?
When I was studying there, almost everyone, including faculty and staff, complained about your stubbornness."
"Because not everyone is a "genius" like you, Aegwynn!"
Blue Moon Dean had veins popping up on his forehead and scolded:
"In order to take care of geniuses like you, I cannot ignore the teaching quality of most ordinary students. Although the question sea tactics make everyone complain, at least it can ensure that their basic skills are solid enough and they will not make stupid mistakes that will cost them their lives."
"On this point, I agree with Lady Blue Moon."
Veilara Dean nodded and said in a gentle tone:
"Geniuses have their own capital to be proud of their talents. However, a civilization cannot only rely on geniuses to lead its progress. Large-scale and high-quality general education is the foundation for the rise of civilization.
Highborne's empire has collapsed for ten thousand years, but Highborne still has a place in today's world. This is all thanks to Blue Moon Dean's ten thousand years of persistent education, otherwise you would have degenerated into individually outstanding but collectively barbaric beasts."
These words made Blue Moon Dean glance at Veilara in surprise, and the two educators then smiled like "confidants".
Sure enough, only peers can understand peers.
"But what about the "Void Song" staff?"
Aegwynn said:
"That thing can attract Dimensius the All-Devouring, and Xal'atath has a unique connection with it. She failed this time, but she will never give up doing the same thing. We have to find a way to destroy it!"
"Or maybe we can use it to set a trap?"
The old Lich Farodis, who was simmering with anger, looked around with gloomy eyes. He watched with sadness as the Sunwell that he had worked so hard to protect for thousands of years was reduced to ruins in one day, floating in this place far away from his hometown.
What's worse is that without the magic power supply of Sunwell, the Quel'dorei elves who have long been accustomed to high magic power environments will definitely fall into dire straits in a short period of time.
A large-scale outbreak of Magic Addiction is a foregone conclusion.
Maybe Silvermoon City can survive today's battle, but how will Quel'Thalas survive the coming era of despair?
Old Lich gritted his teeth and said:
"Diakum will meet Devourer of Worlds one day. In that case, why not take the initiative in his own hands? I think, with Diakum's wisdom, he will definitely be willing to do this.
However, Ms. Vilara!
That matter mentioned by Kael'thas, maybe we can make a decision here.
Your wish to use Sunwell as Arcane Academy's new foundation originally had to wait until Kael'thas became Sun King before we could discuss it, but now, things can't get any worse, so let's open up the skylight and speak out."
He leaned on the cold staff, pointed at the desolate ruins floating in the cracks in the void around him, and said:
"This place can be left to you. Dath'Remar is also ready. You can even repair this ruins according to the Arcane Academy's style. We are very willing to help."
Ms. Vilara Stand up straight.
She took off her crystal reading glasses, put them in her hands and wiped them with the corner of her clothes, showing her Grand Executor courage, and said:
"But, my generous elf friend, at what cost?"
"Magic Addiction!"
Farodis said loudly:
"That was a mistake! It was a mistake made by Dath'Remar and I more than six thousand years ago. We did not have the courage to solve it, so we could only watch Quel'dorei sink in this mistake for thousands of years!
We can't put all the pressure on Kael'thas's shoulders, we have to solve it!
Solve it once and for all!
The solution to Magic Addiction lies in Suramar, in the last city of Queen Azshara. I no longer want to care about whether Empress is about to wake up, nor do I want to care about the disgusting politics between Highborne!
We want to get Arcandor Holy Tree!
The inheritance of Arcan'dor must bloom on the land of Quel'Thalas. If Elisande doesn't give it, then we will get it ourselves!
war
Yes, I know this is going to be disappointing to World Mother, but we have to get it done.
Only by saying goodbye to the past completely can Quel'dorei be reborn in the mud pit."
Phoenix Guard glanced at Blue Moon Dean and said:
"Anasterian and Black Crow King have been discussing this matter these days. After Quel'dorei solves the problem of Magic Plague, it will establish a new joint system with Kaldorei.
Elune Sisterhood and Cenarius Order are willing to fully assist Quel'dorei in returning to Kaldorei's system. Black Crow King even took out the ancient Eldre'Thalas as the territory of Kaldorei spellcasters.
The elves will be reunited after ten thousand years, but there will no longer be the rule of Empress.
No matter Highborne is willing or not, no matter how difficult this matter is, no matter how many internal and external problems the two sides will encounter, this matter will continue to be promoted by the successors of the two kings!
Suramar is a problem that both parties must solve.
Elisande will not know that her sowing discord has backfired, Eternal Shadow Governor is considering it, but I think he will join this alliance.
Now I formally invite Arcane Scholar Clan to join this unification cause, as the "mercenary" we invited, and the reward is this Sunwell.
Blue Moon Dean, your Nar'thalas Academy also needs to make a choice.
Sorry.
But in this civil war that concerns the future available to all elves, you and your students have no right to be neutral!"
At the same time, at the edge of Sunwell's ruins, Nether-Stalker regained his sense of quietly eavesdropping and whispered to Diakum:
"Those pointy-eared people are planning the famous war. It's a terrible choice. I can't understand how chaotic the internal affairs of the elves are to the extent that they need a war to resolve their differences. But you don't seem to be planning to intervene?"
"Azeroths are fighting every day, and even Murlocss will fight with each other because of the competition for territory.
War is part of the cycle of that world, perhaps because some guys who shouted "order" made a bad start in ancient times. In short, Azeroth people have long been accustomed to solving problems in this way.
In every era, they always think that they can deal with dissidents with a war and make everything better."
Diakum focuses on dealing with the remains of Deathwing.
He said softly:
"The planet Azeroth is full of barbarians who speak with their fists. The elves are like this, the humans are like this, and Trolls is like that too. Of course, so am I! Do you know why this is the case? My wise friend Nether-Stalker."
This question made Nether-Stalker silent for a moment, and then he answered with Ethereal's vibrato:
"It's strength!
Power itself does not want to be at peace, so those who wield it cannot be at peace either.
The six forces are constantly conquering, and the foundation of the cosmic sea of stars is longing for war. They want to decide the outcome, so how can the Force Walkers enjoy peace."
"What a perfect answer."
Diakum stroked the reshaped keel in front of him, looked at its size, then nodded with satisfaction and said:
"We cannot expect to end the war with war, we have to start from the root. This is what I have been trying. Maybe soon, you will see how I act."
"You want to establish order?"
Nether-Stalker buzzed:
"But Titans tried, Titans failed."
"The attempts of the Titans are just using the order of Arcane to try to restrain other forces. That is also another form of war."
Dick looked at Nether-Stalker and said:
"Order cannot be forcibly shaped, otherwise you will be called a "tyrant" by everyone, but order is a living thing. As long as you give it an environment where it can grow, it will be born naturally and eventually be obeyed by everyone.
I will not create order.
I will only provide the soil for its birth, just like what I am about to do to Mr. Deathwing.
You see, I want to shape its remains into another posture, and when I purify its soul that bursts out from Sea of Darkness soon, I will give it a new life.
Killing is the easiest thing, but I've done enough.
I'm tired of the endless "fighting violence with violence". Even what Sargeras can't do with strength, I don't think I can do it. So, we have to find another way. Will you join me?
Nether-Stalker.
Sea of Darkness is boiling, you and I can feel it.
That boiling point was started by me, and it will soon explode into a Sea of Darkness war. I need allies, but not to chase victory."
Nether-Stalker hesitated for a moment and asked:
"Let me tell you clearly first, what do you need me to do?"
"Well, easy."
Dick clapped his hands, took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Nether-Stalker, saying:
"Please deliver a letter to me first. Don't peek at it, or you will be responsible for the consequences."
"To whom?"
"My "old friend" in the Burning Legion, this is one. Well, you can understand it as an "invitation". After the letter is sent, you can sit back and watch the storm blowing in Sea of Darkness.
Wait until it subsides for a while, if you are not frightened, before you decide whether you want to join my cause.
In fact, I have always felt that Void Gods in Sea of Darkness is a bit too much, and Void Domain with many factions is too "urban", what do you think?"
"Ahem."
Painful coughs echoed in Silvermoon City's palace, but it was not Black Crow King who coughed at this moment. On the contrary, His Majesty Kur'talos Ravencrest was charging with a very powerful posture while holding his dragon-headed giant sword.
This place has been "engulfed" by the activated shadow.
Just as Garona warned before, this is a "source point", and the shadow will erupt from here and drag the entire Silvermoon City into a more terrifying area.
The reason why the city hasn't been swallowed up yet is because the "master" of this shadow was frightened by the amazing Eye of Sargeras shot just now.
Even though both Isle of Quel'Danas and Sunwell have been sent to Material World by accident, the existence behind the shadow still maintains the necessary caution. If even Deathwing is going to fail in front of Vigilant, then it is better to be careful.
After all, it is just a one-time cooperation, there is no need to put all your own capital on it.
Even Xal'atath ran away
There is no need for it to die here for this war that started badly.
However, there is no need to take back the shadow that has spread. After all, the path to N'yalotha·Slumbering City has been opened. I do not refuse to "steal" a trace of Material World's quality and consolidate the reflection in my dream.
"Poof"
The sharp dragon-headed battle sword was entwined with rage. Execute was whimpering and advancing in front of his eyes. Faceless Ones.
Black Crow King seems to have returned to the dangerous battlefield of War of the Ancients. He is full of fighting spirit and uses the energy brought by Trolls's voodoo to enjoy this fanatical battle to the death.
He knew he couldn't get out.
The supernatural Dark Power is dragging this gorgeous palace into another dimension, but why leave?
Kur'talos Ravencrest Thinking of this, voodoo can only last for seven days and seven nights. Now that five days have passed, even if he rushes out, he will die an undignified death in the subsequent decline.
That is not the way Warrior died, nor the death of a king, nor the way a hero should die.
Right here.
Right here fighting to the last moment and then dying Long Sleep.
"Are you okay?"
Black Crow King came all the way with his sword in hand, kicked open the ajar door with great strength, and saw His Majesty Sun King Anasterian who kept coughing.
The loyal Phoenix Sword Saint Salorian wielded Dragonforged Blade Quel'Delar and kept slashing and killing sneaky things in the shadows, but Sun King was already seriously injured when a twisted Void Prophet evil thing pierced his waist and abdomen with a filthy war spear.
The situation of Sun King is visibly bad.
But he is still fighting with the ancestral sacred object Flame Strike, and the continuously activated Phoenixfire is surging outward and impacting. There are also some Phoenix Guard fighting here, but the armor on their bodies has dimmed.
The living darkness is entangling them and melting them into a place of sleep.
"Can I still leave?"
Black Crow King pulled Anasterian up and was still in a teasing mood, saying:
"First time on the battlefield?"
"I fought Trolls with the human emperor!"
Sun King felt that he had been underestimated, so he retorted angrily, which made Black Crow King laugh and said:
"It turns out that I have never fought against dangerous supernatural forces. No wonder your performance is so poor. Don't feel embarrassed. I am your elder and I have seen too many things that you can't imagine."
Your father was much braver than you when he fought with me in War of the Ancients.
Let me tell you a secret, Sun King Anasterian.
The flame of the "Flame Strike" artifact in your hand will sway with the will of the holder. It is said that when your will is like the sun, Flame Strike will burst out with the true light of Sunflare.
That's just a legend, Dath'Remar told me.
He has refused to say how this sword was cast, but I guess it has something to do with the origin of your last name.
That is the biggest secret Sunstrider has been hidden from generation to generation.
You see, the sword's flame has dimmed, your courage is fading, but it's not your fault.
Come with me!"
Black Crow King waved his hand and said:
"I'll take you out."
"What about you?"
Anasterian feels ashamed.
He looked at the flaming sword in his hand that had indeed dimmed, and felt his cheeks getting hot. Fortunately, the surroundings were dark and could not be observed. He was supported by Black Crow King and moved forward outside the darkness. He said:
"You also need to leave here together, your country is still waiting for you."
"No! I have dedicated my life to my country and people Consecration, and for this, I even betrayed my queen."
Kur'talos shook his head and said:
"Therefore, at the last moment of my life, I selfishly chose to bloom for myself. What's more, we signed a contract, but only words can't restrain the two races from moving towards a united future.
We have many conflicts with each other, do you know what should be used to eliminate these conflicts?"
Black Crow King smiled.
He smiled boldly in the dark, explaining to his juniors like an elder:
"Blood!
The blood of warriors, the blood of kings!
Today, I decided to use my life to become the emblem of the contract and die in the battle to defend Quel'Thalas. When you and your descendants want to tear up the agreement, the blood I shed for your people will become the biggest obstacle to the careerists.
We can't just be allies, Sun King.
Kaldorei and Quel'dorei are brothers. In this case, let the blood of both parties blend and become a bond of unity.
I am honored that this new tradition of unity can start with me.
I am a king and a leader, and it is my duty to set an example for my people."
He charged forward to kill.
Relying on his rich war experience, he escorted Sun King and his Warriors to the edge of the shadow of the palace, then made a blessing gesture and turned around into the darkness.
Where are there other people in need of help? There are Kaldorei and Quel'dorei.
"Your Majesty, you need treatment!"
Phoenix Sword Saint Salorian helped Sun King out of the engulfed palace, and he said worriedly:
"You need to rest immediately."
"Yes, I need 'therapy'."
Anasterian glanced at Silvermoon City who was caught in the flames of war, and then looked at Flame Strike in his hand. After a certain belief was firmed, the dim flames on this magic sword suddenly rose up.
It's like a torch being lit.
"I need to use courage to heal cowardice, and I need to use sacrifice to heal people."
Anasterian caressed the King's Sword, he stuffed Flame Strike into Salorian's arms, and picked up the other party's Dragonforged Blade Quel'Delar.
He said:
"Tell my son Kael'thas!
Now that he is the king, tell him what Black Crow King has taught me, and wish my son to become the true sun in the hearts of the people.
And I
Turn your contentment into the firewood for Sunstrider to chase the sun."
After saying that, Sun King turned around and fought back into the shadows behind him.
Such decisiveness left Phoenix Sword Saint with no time to stop him, and those Phoenix Guard who escaped from the desperate situation exchanged glances with each other. Finally, they stood up and followed their king back into hell under the heartbroken gaze of Salorian.
Quel'dorei has been soaked in the glory of Sunwell for too long.
Now that the sweet golden light has gone out, they desperately need some legends of courage.
Let's start with those bright red legends from the sacrifices of the kings.