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Yogg-Saron's cell echoed with painful sobs and screams, like a chilling Dark Wind blowing constantly from the cell.
This made Heimdall and Eir, who were standing outside Shattered Pass, look at each other.
The two ancient ones who had followed the guardians to bulldoze Dark Empire were well-informed. They had witnessed the collapse of the Dark Empire's city, and they had also seen Old God and their slaves stuffed into the cage of order like dogs with their backs broken.
They have even seen with their own eyes the tragic situation of these dark evil beings being beaten to the brink of death by the power of order.
If Pantheon hadn't killed Y'Shaarj too roughly, which directly caused damage to Azeroth's star, and if Old God hadn't pierced their tentacles into World Heart to make them difficult to violently remove, these guys wouldn't be alive now.
But even so, Heimdall has never heard such mourning before him.
Is this really the roar that the ultimate creation of the void like Old God would make? What happened to the ultimate monster like Yogg-Saron that single-handedly corrupted the entire Ulduar?
"Mighty heroic spirits, we apply to enter Yogg-Saron's cell!"
Bronzebeard Brothers quickly ran over with several Earthen, and they made a request to Heimdall.
They each carried a large bag of "Artifact Shards" in their hands, and the Earthens behind them also held fragments and molds. The four Earthen guards of Khaz Algar all came over. It was obvious that "Valanar·Hammer of Ancient Kings" was of great significance to the Earthen race, so they had to do their best to deal with this matter.
In order to find these fragments lost everywhere in Ulduar, the Earthens of Khaz Algar were forced to participate in the entire process of attacking Ulduar. Their losses were quite heavy, but creatures like Earthen have their own "immortality". As long as the Holy Hammer can be recast, all Earthen who died in the battle today can be safely resurrected.
However, the last step of recasting this artifact is very troublesome.
"We found the Mechagnomess under the Mimiron guardians. They said that the holy hammer was broken beyond repair, and that this thing was made by Mimiron himself. Now he is crazy!
He himself could not restore this sacred object.
But those Mechagnomes give us an alternative."
Faced with Heimdall's doubts, Brann Bronzebeard pointed at the Titan mold behind him and was held in Merrix's arms, and he said loudly:
"Those Mechagnomes said that Old God's stomach acid can melt all the materials in the world, so we only need to put the fragments into the former artifact mold, and then throw the mold into Yogg-Saron's mouth. As long as the artifact is reshaped into its complete form, they can help us with the rest.
This is a matter of life and death for Earthen civilization!
Just make it easier for you."
The cautious gatekeeper carefully looked at the Artifact Shards in the hands of Brann Bronzebeard, and then looked at the Earthens who were pleading and angry.
He whispered to Eir for a few words, and then said seriously to the dwarf and Earthen:
"I heard what happened over there Khaz Algar, and I feel sorry for the rude treatment our companions gave you, but the problem now is that it's not that I won't let you in. Vigilant is executing Yogg-Saron. Listen to the screams inside for yourself.
If you think it's a good idea to go in now"
"Uh."
This answer made Earthen and the dwarves look at each other.
They thought the scream was coming from some weak bastard, but they didn't expect it to be Old God screaming?
Damn it!
Vigilant What the hell are you doing to poor Old God? What the hell is this Argus top ten torture?
Yamero, this is not what a righteous person should do, stop it!
"But it's screaming like this. I guess it won't last long, right? If it doesn't move now, when Yogg-Saron is killed, won't this hammer be impossible to recast? Forget it, I'll give it a try."
Muradin gritted his teeth, opened the mold, and asked others to put the fragments of Valanar's hammer into the mold, and then held the mold and rushed inside.
As soon as he started rushing into the broken path that was melted by light and heat, Muradin felt like he was being dragged into another illusion under the erosion of Dark Wind.
He felt that he had entered a pitch-black quagmire and could not see his fingers. He could only vaguely see some strange "stone pillars" scattered everywhere in front of and behind him.
They are of different heights and different shapes.
Muradin swallowed and felt a sense of coldness. He hugged the mold tightly and stepped forward, and was startled when he approached the stone pillar.
What kind of stone pillar is this?
This is obviously a human being.
A humanoid creature of unknown race maintains the form of raising its arms to embrace the sun, but it does not have any flesh or bones in its body, and is completely shaped from solidified ashes.
It was as if he had turned himself into firewood that lit a flame, devoting everything he had to the sun, leaving only this burned-out body.
Muradin Looking back, there are such "burnt remains" scattered in this dark quagmire. It is impossible to see how many "Fireless Ember" there are in the shadows, but it must be a quite exaggerated number.
Muradin also saw Yaungol among them!
Yes, Azeroth's Yaungol and some Zandalari Trolls, their ember statues have been standing here for who knows how long.
"This is not your place get out of here!"
A voice urged Muradin, causing the dwarf to raise his head sharply, and saw a staggering figure walking in the darkness ahead.
"Kael'thas Your Majesty?"
The dwarf exclaimed:
"Why don't you? Ah, yes, you also worship the sun. Do you also want to turn yourself into firewood that lights the sun?"
"That's not the case. We, the people of the sun, have a plan."
Kael'thas urged:
"Get out of here quickly! You can't walk in this Eclipse place, you will be drained of all your Light of Life soon."
"This is not what I wanted to do."
Muradin told Kael'thas with a grimace what had just happened. The latter nodded, reached out and gently pushed Muradin on the shoulder. The dwarf immediately felt that his consciousness was wrapped in warm flames and exited this illusion, returning to his body that was still maintaining a running posture.
In the last glance, he clearly saw the cold Eclipse above the dark quagmire and above the sky.
It was like a dim, pale eye, staring at it mercilessly.
Muradin shuddered. The dwarf Mountain King, who was always fearless, was really scared this time.
But he had already reached the entrance of Yogg-Saron's cell, and it was definitely too late to escape. So he gritted his teeth and activated Mountain King's transformation, temporarily returning to the stone statue form.
He rushed into the thicker darkness in front of him, ready to fight the dangerous monster, but...
"Bang"
Cold fingers pressed on Muradin's head, stopping Mountain King's Charge easily, just like catching a flying basketball firmly. When Dark Wind Dispersion, the dwarf raised his head and saw Diakum the Saint looking at him in front of him with a smile on his face.
It's not Holy Spirit Form, it's not Voidform, it's just ordinary Human Form.
It's like an ordinary Eredar, but combined with the dark scene like hell around it and the screams and moans that Yogg-Saron is still making, this "ordinary person passing here" is the most dangerous thing here, right?
"What did you come in for?"
Dick asked in surprise:
"I almost sent you in. Fortunately, Kael'thas helped you. You shouldn't have come."
"Well, I'm here to help."
Muradin quickly handed over the mold in his hand and explained the situation. Diakum shrugged and curled his lips and said:
"Do you still need Old God's stomach acid to melt it? What a big deal, why don't you tell me something?"
He stretched out his fingers and placed them on the mold. The terrifying light and heat instantly converged on Diakum's fingertips, rapidly heating the Titan mold. After a few seconds, Muradin heard the sound of the metal "boiling" inside the mold.
The fragments of Valanar were melted and recast, quickly annealed under the cold Entropic Energy, and then taken out by Diakum and tossed in his hand.
Only the hammer head has been reshaped, and the hammer handle can be remade by Mimiron.
He conveniently applied Holy Light blessing to this Earthen creation artifact, then threw it to Muradin, saying:
"It's done, let's leave, it will take a while here."
Dwarves are a very curious race.
Muradin Bronzebeard knew that he should leave honestly now, but he still couldn't help but glance in the direction of Yogg-Saron.
Then he saw Shadowed Heart floating above Old God's head, pouring the "darkness" on Thousand Throats Demon's body.
At this time, Yogg-Saron's indescribable body no longer had any characteristics of void erosion, leaving only layers of black fire "burning". Old God's powerless tentacles fell on the edge, and Muradin clearly saw that the tentacles had turned into the cold form of "fireless embers".
This is a sacrifice!
No wonder Old God screamed so miserably.
The dwarf's imagination suddenly opened up. He realized that Diakum the Saint was turning Old God into "firewood" and used its Light of Life to light the sun.
Damn it!
Can it still be done like this?
Ignite the symbol of Holy Light with the empty Life Force, what a show.
Muradin satisfied his curiosity and prepared to leave while holding the hammer head of the recast Valanar warhammer. However, in the next second, Dark Wind swung up Entropic Energy's chain and clasped his legs.
When the dwarf turned around with difficulty and fear, he saw Diakum the Saint under Voidform.
The latter looked at him helplessly and said in Shath'yar:
"You saw something you shouldn't have seen and want to leave without leaving something behind? You dwarf who can't control his eyes. You know, it suddenly occurred to me that if the dwarves worship the god of the forge, then you actually also have the inheritance of "fire"
So, come on, Muradin Bronzebeard.
Come and spread the fire with me."
"Huh? No!!!!"
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Ra-den and a group of guardians rushed to the Ulduar Observatory, but were stopped by three Incarnate Dragons.
"Don't go in!"
Fyrakk was leaning on a skull battle ax wrapped around Flames of Sulfuras, squatting on the severed stone statue at the entrance of the observatory like a street runner. It swung its lava-wrapped tail and scolded in a vicious voice:
"We are in charge here. You giants can do whatever you want."
"You don't understand!"
Odin stepped forward a little irritably and scolded:
"Star Saint Observer is coming. That guy is the messenger and eyes of Pantheon. They are responsible for evaluating the development of each Titan World. Once they find that a world does not advance civilization according to the perfect blueprint planned by Titan, they will initiate formatting instructions.
Origin Engine!
Do you understand?
The startup authority of that thing is in the hands of Star Saint. Once it comes to Azeroth, everything you are guarding now will be completely over in a few minutes."
"Actually, we do, we know what Star Saint is."
Vyranoth raised her hand, and in the cold obstruction, she said coldly:
"Just because we know how dangerous it is, we won't bother you. In our eyes, it is just another person who does evil in the name of "order" and represents the tyrannical will of Titan.
Therefore, in the name of the world, it is dead!"
"Can you really deal with Star Saint?"
Tyr said:
"That guy is a high-level energy body. Claws and fangs are useless to it. However, it can simulate the energy of the Big Bang and can crush almost everything."
"I don't know if Iridikron will work."
Raszageth, who was leaning against the doorpost with his arms folded, said casually:
"But our Stone-Scale Dragon looks confident. It wants to challenge that guy alone, and our duty is to make sure you don't disrupt the situation, so let's give each other some face.
Don't stir up trouble, we are happy and don't want to beat you up, okay?"
"Do you think I would trust the survival of the world to an untrustworthy dragon?"
Odin clenched his fists and scolded:
"Get out of the way! I don't doubt your determination to protect the world, I just doubt your ability."
"Hey, shut up about this stupid giant who was frozen by Vyranoth in an ice storm."
Fyrakk provoked:
"You can't even pass my test, so why are you pretending to be so stupid?"
Odin was about to step forward immediately, but was held back by Tyr and Thorim. This was not a question of whether they could beat him or not. Freya waved his cane to signal his companions to retreat immediately.
"There's something wrong with the life breath of Stone-Scale Dragon inside!"
The guardian of life whispered to Ra-den:
"It is just an elemental dragon. It is very strong but not so strong that it cannot be dealt with. However, Iridikron has a strange power within its body.
Very dangerous!
Like void but not pure void.
It is alive, and it has achieved some kind of coexistence and parasitism with Stone-Scale Dragon. It is very hungry and thirsty, and it looks forward to devouring a life that can make it full.
That is the malice directed at the Force of Order. Although these three dragons speak rudely, they are indeed protecting us.
Can't go in!
Otherwise we will be attacked by that monster."
Freya is the member of Titan Keepers who has the most profound research on the concept of life. She said this, and Odin calmed down.
But they couldn't just retreat, so they stayed with Incarnate Dragons outside the observatory.
Once Stone-Scale Dragon fails, they will rush in and kill Star Saint Observer here.
Although those guys are also followers of Pantheon and belong to the Titan Keepers sequence like them, Azeroth is in a special situation right now and can no longer use rigid laws to deal with all this.
At the same time, Ulduar Observatory.
Stone-Scale Dragon sits in his gloomy phantom form in this dark place dotted with starlight, and even the floor is made of Starlight Shaping.
It seems to be meditating or waiting for the enemy to arrive.
The astronomical console in front of me is constantly shining with light Gleam, which means that a Star Saint has received the code sent by Ulduar and is rushing towards Azeroth from the star realm.
Its speed is astonishingly fast, and it is expected to arrive at Material World in twenty-seven seconds.
It's coming soon.
The eyes under Stone-Scale Dragon's hood were also beating with some kind of expectation and desire. It stretched out its paws made of rocks and touched its heart.
It feels the steady beating of the heart like the earth, and the trace of "reverb" that is always mixed in it.
He is the elemental "sword scabbard", and the sharp blade in the scabbard can't wait to come out of the scabbard to see blood. He has sacrificed too many things in exchange for the honor of holding this "god-killing sword".
Today's battle and obstruction are destined to be the first test of the edge of this sword, but holding it and supporting it is not just to kill an unknown Star Saint.
"Thank you for giving me this opportunity"
Stone-Scale Dragon let out a deep laugh. Its heart, which was once filled with hatred and anger, could only feel grateful except for the peace brought by Confession.
The stars are beating.
This dark place is being lit up. In the intersection of stars, a giant made of starlight quietly appears. The moment its feet step on the Material World ground, Iridikron also stands up.
It did not enter the true form of Incarnate Dragons, but waved it casually.
During the defensive action of the starlight giant taking a few steps back, a black edgeless sword formed by swallowing all the light fell into the hands of Stone-Scale Dragon.
It doesn't even look like a sword, but more like a ball of shaped "light".
"Friends."
Perhaps because of his bond with "Godslayer Blade", he licked his lips at this moment and whispered:
"You look delicious."