"Sober Dream is coming back here, everyone is getting ready to evacuate!"
Among the wreckage of N'yalotha·Slumbering City, the order from Archbishop Saloras was conveyed to the ears of every Lightforged who was fighting fiercely. These well-trained Holy Light guys immediately formed a retreat formation, alternately covering each other and withdrawing from the battlefield.
Here they were ordered to stop the spread of Void Creature in N'yalotha, and at the same time carry out beheading operations against the void elites under N'Zoth.
The purpose is very clear, to send the elite subordinates of N'Zoth to meet their evil leader who is already in heaven.
This job is not difficult for Light Weaver Warband. They have long been accustomed to taking on the most dangerous responsibilities in a war and winning them.
What's more, Light Weaver Warband is really not afraid of death because of Grand Lord of Holy Oaths's War Authority.
Even if they die accidentally, the commanders can pull them back from Land of the Dead in time. The commanders can't defeat the death guards, and there are more senior generals. If the generals can't defeat them, go to the Archbishop.
If Shadowlands sends Shengjie or Death Marquis, then naturally their Invincible's Diakum the Saint will take action personally.
Anyway, my Light Weaver Warband's establishment quota is 2,000 people. No matter how many times we fight, this number must be 2,000 people with all the requirements and tails. It will not work for anyone who comes!
Of course, just because you won't die doesn't mean you won't get hurt.
In fact, the intensity of the series of battles in Azeroth was so high that the number of wounded in Light Weaver was quite exaggerated.
Generally speaking, these guys who walk into the arms of Holy Light don't have to worry about ordinary injuries. The circulation of Holy Light in the body is enough to cover and heal ordinary injuries. If they really become disabled, it must be other forces at work. However, Lightforged's ability to use mechanical prostheses is excellent. As long as they are willing to try, it is not a big problem to replace all their limbs.
In case of injury to the head or fatal spine, if you are unwilling to try Flesh Remolding in Light-Shadow Twinborn, you can also abandon the body and become a more powerful "zealot" armed structure.
So, these Eredar are outrageous.
Their lives also have many very generous choices when facing death. Unlike ordinary people, when they die, they are really dead. There are not so many miracles and not so much grace.
While Light Weaver was retreating, Helya and her "War Bear" Valkyrie also received instructions to evacuate.
But these overpowered Vrykuls don't seem to have had enough, even though they have already captured most of the N'yalotha city and hunted at least three Void Demigods under the leadership of the Light Weavers.
Their casualties were not small, but as we all know, a heroic death is not a sorrow but an honor for Vrykul. Maybe after these guys go back to Storm Peaks, they will hold a big banquet for these "ascended" dead and make a lot of fun.
However, now Skyhold of Odin has been abolished, and World Mother has also explicitly prohibited the Golden Valkyries under Odin from bringing their souls to make Stormforged. Therefore, it is a very troublesome matter where the souls of these Valkyries go after their death.
They have their own beliefs.
This means that they will most likely fall into the hands of the God of Death, Helya.
"Sister, stay well at Nether Abyss and continue fighting there! Never give in to Helya."
Helya leaned on her blood-stained sword and half-knelt beside a woman Vrykul who was vomiting blood and looked like she was dying. She held the woman Warrior's hand and said loudly:
"Soon I will lead those fearless compatriots into Helheim of Helya. Vigilant Saint described the scene of World of Death to me. Warriors like you should go to Maldraxxus, which represents "Eternal Strife", and fight until the end of time in that paradise of war.
That is the real "Hall of Valor" of our Vrykul.
I assure you that you and the other warrior spirits trapped in Helheim will always go to where you really should go. I assure you that Helya cannot restrain you for too long.
Tell the other sisters this news!
Don't give in, wait until I fight my way into hell before recruiting you."
Vrykul, who was vomiting blood, nodded with difficulty, then turned to look at the remains of Void Creature who had been hacked to death by her side. The pile of quite spectacular limbs and severed arms represented a ferocious and crazy massacre, symbolizing that she was full of glory as Vrykul fought to death.
This "trophy" filled the eyes of the dying man with satisfaction.
She closed her eyes and let herself die in the arms of the powerful battle sisters.
The other female Vrykul raised their weapons and shouted. They were killing in all directions to hunt down another skull to see off their battle sisters.
Of course, this kind of "send-off" is very likely to cause new casualties, so there is another wave of condolences, another wave of farewell, and then the vicious cycle continues.
The battle between Vrykuls can easily turn into such a bad battle. In the end, either all the enemies will be killed, or all Vrykuls will be killed. Vrykuls will rarely run away from the battle.
It has to be said that although Odin's method of promoting war heroes is cruel, his guidance and training for so many years have indeed turned Vrykul into a true fighting race. This race is all war mongers in the true sense.
The most frightening thing is that both men and women are proud of it.
But today's battlefield is different after all. No matter how crazy the Vrykul militants are, they don't want to be imprisoned in the remaining Waking Dream of N'Zoth, so after they are satisfied with killing, they still board the Exodar spacecraft.
When the gemstone spaceship Gleam and Holy Light took off into the sky carrying the bellicose she-wolves, the changes in the earth below could be clearly seen from the observation window of the starship.
The Dark Empire city reflected in N'Zoth's Waking Dream had already been shattered in the fierce battle. Exodar's secondary artillery bombardment almost blew the city to pieces, leaving it indifferent to its Twilight glory and looking like wreckage and ruins forgotten in history.
So many Void Creature's flesh, blood and bones died in it, and the difficulty of being purified means that although this dream has not been broken by the death of N'Zoth, it will still become Void Realm of Material World.
It shines with a strange light like a blown soap bubble, as if it will burst at any time.
On the other side of the dream, Boralus City is also looming in the reflection, which means that the replaced city will soon return to Material World.
"Look!"
One of the battle sisters of Helya shouted:
"Those bugs! They are rushing out of the sea. Oh my god, such a huge octopus monster! They really hunted the sea monster, but why are they rushing into this city that is about to return to the nightmare?"
"That's Saviors Swarm's strategy."
Archbishop Saloras is very satisfied with Vrykul's performance in today's war. She has decided to recruit a team from Vrykul to perform Lightforging to fill the vacancies after those seriously injured Lightforged veterans retire.
Facing Vrykul Warrior's curiosity, the archbishop explained:
"It is difficult to find an insect swarm breeding ground full of Void Energy in Material World. Even if there is such a Holy Land occasionally, the area is not large enough for the insect swarm to maintain daily activities on a large scale.
Ms. Anveena has always had a headache from this, but Waking Dream of N'Zoth is a very special dream plane. Thousand Tentacle Demon uses her own The unique power of the road built it on the basis of Dream of All Beings. Now that Daelin has become the king of N'yalotha, it means that this dreamland also has its own master.
It will not Dispersion easily and is filled with void shadows, and its area is the size of a Kul Tiras Island island.
It is difficult for us to find such a perfect place for herding insects. Therefore, Saviors Swarm's combat troops will be stationed in this void dreamland for a long time, where they will hunt and reproduce. Until World Mother needs them to appear on the battlefield, Saviors Swarm will be mobilized from the dream and become a nightmare for all invaders."
"Sounds dangerous."
Helya leaned against the window, watching the swarm of insects dragging the not-quite-dead body of the huge void sea monster "Aku'mai" from the sea, just like watching a group of "ants" carrying precious food into their nest.
The Saviors wiped her blood-stained Heart of Azeroth pendant and complained:
"Isn't there some mysterious connection between this dream and the country of Kul Tiras? In my opinion, Waking Dream of N'Zoth is like the "shadow" of Kul Tiras.
Maybe there will be a strange interaction between the two at some point, raising such a dangerous swarm of insects in the shadow of a group of mortals. If something goes wrong, it won't be much weaker than today's war."
Helya's concern made the Archbishop nodded.
Saloras said softly:
"There is indeed such a hidden danger, but even if there is no insect swarm, this dreamland will always remain here, and the former king of the Kul Tiras people has become the master of this "shadow land". I believe that His Majesty Daelin Proudmoore will take good care of this dreamland for his people and country.
Of course, this Void Realm is not just an insect farm, nor is it just a shadow in this world.
It may even become a "penal colony" in the future."
The archbishop paused, and as Helya looked at her in surprise, she said:
"This is just an idea at the moment and may not be implemented, but for those bastards who do bad things and endanger the security of the world but cannot be killed directly, instead of sealing them in a magic prison where they can escape at any time, it is better to throw them directly into this dreamland once and for all.
Anyway, Kul Tiras people also have this tradition.
Their Tol Dagor is very famous throughout the Eastern Continent."
Just as they were talking, the transformation between reality and reality was completed, as if in just a few seconds, the dilapidated Dark Empire abandoned city turned into Boralus City that had just experienced a "day trip to hell".
The damage suffered by this city in Waking Dream has not been restored, and the entire city is still burning with the smoke of war.
The ground is covered with the collapsed and filthy flesh and blood of dead Void Creatures. Those State Priests of the Arathi Empires, with a group of devout and bold believers holding torches, are cursing and igniting those corrosive things, eager to let the flames purify everything.
And those swarms of insects that failed to enter the dreamland in time for the alternation of reality and reality are still moving towards the city.
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Those void flesh and blood are deadly to humans, but they are the perfect nutrients and biomass for the insect swarm. They are like hard-working cleaners who will be responsible for "cleaning up the aftermath" and ensure that the last bit of filthy flesh and blood hidden in the city is dug away and taken away.
Although this will definitely destroy the city, look at Port of Boralus now. There is such a big hole in the center of the city where N'Zoth's spiritual body came out. It needs to be rebuilt in the first place. It is better to let the insect swarm help demolish the city.
In front of Proudmoore Fortress in the middle of the city, the imperial emperor, his troops and allies were resting. They did not dare to slack off for a moment, lighting Holy Flame's brazier to illuminate the darkness clinging to the earth.
Everyone is very tired and has experienced the mental oppression of the ancient gods.
They were not supposed to rest in Sober Dream, but after returning to Material World, when the warm sunshine broke through the clouds and shone down, some soldiers finally let go of their worries and fell asleep on the spot.
Lothar, who was supported by Daenerys and White Pawn, now raised his hand and waved to Exodar who was bathed in the sun in the air. This was a farewell to the brave good people.
All over the city, people who had survived the disaster crawled out of their hiding places with timidity and fear. When the sun shone into this desolate city, they confirmed that they had really escaped from the nightmare that seemed to never end.
They hugged each other, cried, and prayed to Holy Light or something else, hoping that such a disaster would not happen again.
However, when some veterans rushed up to the city wall on the city coast, they were surprised to find that there seemed to be a fierce naval battle going on on the sea at the end of their sight, in the dissipating gray sea fog.
Who are still fighting there?
"Attack! Keep attacking!"
Derek Proudmoore roared.
On the deck filled with gunpowder smoke, the commander of the imperial fleet had a gray face and blood that could not be wiped off. He kept waving Command Dagger to let his flagship and several nearby warships continue to fight back.
Derek's eyes were bloodshot, but he knew that the current situation was very bad.
The imperial fleet he brought had lost half of its warships, but still could not see any hope of victory in this naval battle. The pirate Duke Farwynd on the opposite side was a ruthless and dangerous opponent. He integrated the three remaining fleets of Kul Tiras and recruited a group of pirates as flankers.
The number of his ships is twice that of Derek, and the quality is even better.
The most important thing is that there are enough Tidesagess in Farwynd's fleet that can be assigned to each battleship, but Derek only has a series of loyal Tidesagess under Master Thomas Zelling.
They can only be stationed on important battleships.
It can be said that in fact, from the beginning of this naval battle, Derek knew that it would be difficult for him to win, but he still came. He had to buy time for the Imperial Army to fight the war on land.
Otherwise, given the terrain of Kul Tiras, a round of bombardment by Farwynd's fleet around the city's coastline would be enough to hinder Imperial Army's offensive.
To push the war to this point despite such a huge numerical difference, Derek and the naval generals under his command have really tried their best, but they are at the end of their rope.
The biggest problem is that the enemy has formed an encirclement on the sea, making it impossible for Derek and his fleet to retreat.
"Boom"
There was another round of shelling, and Derek watched helplessly as an imperial warship in front of him turned into a fireball on the sea in a violent explosion.
Those were the veterans who had followed him since the Magic Plague epidemic. They could have seen the establishment of the empire with their own eyes and bid farewell to this cruel battlefield, but now they have turned into dead souls under the waves and stayed forever in this place not far from their hometown.
"Bang"
Derek, whose eyes were red, hammered the side of the ship hard, turned around and shouted:
"Raise the blood flag! Warning to all commanders and the Warriors of the Imperial Fleet, we will fight to the death here."
"Woooooooo"
The strange and low horn sound suddenly penetrated the chaotic shelling and surging waves on the battlefield, making Derek stand under the blood flag that had just been raised, and looked back in shock at the gray sea fog Dispersion was forming on the edge of the battlefield.
He saw a shadowy fleet appearing on the battlefield quite bizarrely. It was a fleet he had never seen before.
They are not realistic at all, they look like toy ships made of broken things glued together, but there are a lot of them. Some of the various ships don't even have masts, and some even fly messy pirate flags.
They rushed into the battle waters from the flanks in such a majestic manner. When the huge flagship appeared in front of Derek, the prince shouted in surprise and joy:
"It's my father's ship! It's Sea Sovereign, but why did it become like this?"
"Hi, son!"
Admiral Daelin's shouts rang in Derek's ears as the tide surged, and the old sailor shouted:
"I brought your younger brothers and sisters to reunite with you. Now tell me, is your father a great man?"
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