Diakum's gaze swept across the entire Argus. He saw that the war between Krokuun Region had been decided, and he also saw the stalemate between the two sides in Mac'Aree. He also saw that the Titan Device used to activate Everything Unification Field had been placed in the center of the earth.
Everything is progressing in an orderly manner according to the original plan, but this does not make Diakum really feel relieved.
He raised his head and looked at the sunlight breaking through the Fel clouds and shining onto the earth. After asking softly, An'she shining on the galaxy gave him an unsettling answer.
"Sargeras is heading towards the Azeroth star sea from the other side of the star sea. He is accelerating! It seems that he is angered."
"Huh? He's moving forward at the Material Star Sea?"
Sargeras was enraged because he was tricked, and Vigilant came to Azeroth to fight for his life. Vigilant expected it, but Dark Titan's choice was unsettling.
Diakum said in surprise:
"Cosmic Repulsion also has an influence on Him. Why go to the physical universe? It should be faster to go to Twisting Nether."
"Well, there's good news and bad news about this."
An'she God doesn't know where he learned this kind of witty rhetoric from mortals. It seems that His concern for the world is not limited to sight. Before Diakum could ask, the ancient sun sighed and said:
"The good news is that the application of Cosmic Repulsion will indeed extend the time for Sargeras to arrive on the battlefield, giving you more opportunities to prepare. The bad news is that Dark Titan seems to regard this suppression as a "whetstone."
Every time He takes a step forward in the sea of stars, his momentum will increase.
I must admit, Diakum, your vigilance about Sargeras is completely justified.
The destructive power achieved by this guy in charge of Fel has exceeded the upper limit of Mu'sha and I in Sun-Moon War. In terms of power alone, he is already the most extreme thing this world can produce.
You must be prepared to face Sargeras's craziest fury. The moment he arrives, the sword of Annihilation's star sea will most likely destroy your immortal divinity."
"As expected of Sargeras, this is indeed something He can do."
Vigilant rubbed his eyebrows, although he was worried, he was not panicked.
He said:
"Then please record his footsteps in the sea of stars with the sun he passed along the way. Once Dark Titan is about to arrive in the sea of stars Azeroth, please be sure to tell me in advance."
"Yes, I will."
An'she said:
"But why does your body stay in High Heaven? It is related to the transformation of Eredar's civilization. You can be regarded as a racial god and you can be temporarily exempted from the physical universe. Your appearance in today's Argus will only be suppressed by a very weak repulsion.
Once you enter the battlefield, the demons of Argus will be eliminated in a very short time."
"Because... Mr. Sargeras is not the only one doing this kind of thing."
Dick shrugged and said:
"Unlike Him who used Cosmic Repulsion to hone his will to fight, as Lord of Dawn I need to visualize the desire for hope and light of all living beings in the world, in order to enhance my will to fight when facing Sargeras.
I also have my own "whetstone".
Unfortunately, like the Annihilation sword that Sargeras accumulated throughout the sea of stars, my "Dawn's Sword" sword only has this chance to be unsheathed.
That was the most intense moral collision.
There has never been such a confrontation in this sea of stars before, and there is a high probability that there will not be such a confrontation in the future."
"That's it."
An'she was silent for a moment and said:
"Don't forget to use the power of the scorching sun at noon. It is the most destructive aspect of Holy Light. You don't have to hold it for a long time to maintain the balance of light and shadow, but borrowing it temporarily will not affect your current balance.
When you become a true god and can fully shoulder the suffering of Eclipse and all sentient beings, you will become a real sun in the light.
I look forward to the day when you will shine in the sea of stars."
"Thank you for your blessing."
Diakum expressed his gratitude very restrainedly, but then his attention was attracted by the fierce war on Antoran Wastes's side.
Because Twins, with his belated arrival, finally personally sent the "God of Death in White" back to his hometown.
"Death, joins the war."
Vigilant rubbed his eyebrows and said:
"The last violent collision of the turbulent Six Forces in this era has begun. Once they have vented all their anger, the era of balance that you and I have longed for will come."
"This is an epic under the sun, and there is no doubt that I am honored to witness it all."
An'she's words disappeared.
The seemingly noble ancient sun should also calm down and enjoy the scene that is about to happen with Diakum.
Argus Land Other areas started a wild war due to the successive arrival of the Restoration Army, but as early as the eve of the Restoration Army's arrival, Antoran Wastes had already entered the most cruel war.
Demons from various factions "join in the grand event" here.
Because the cunning "The Conqueror" Kil'jaeden, while Mac'Aree was secretly working on some plan of his own, also secretly instructed Illidan Stormrage to sneak in and assassinate several faction leaders. This ancient but effective technique directly detonated the long-standing grievances between the demons.
They completely tore off their skin that they didn't have in the first place, and started a crazy internal fight in order to compete for the Great Demon Lord position promised in the Dark Titan "Oracle".
With Antorus, the Burning Throne as the core of the struggle, six or seven different demons from different factions were slaughtering each other crazily in the ruined wasteland filled with Fel magma.
There are "Savage Power Faction" headed by Abyssal Lord, Mo'arg Barbarian Demon as the main force, and Felhound as cannon fodder, and "Retro Demon King Faction" headed by Eredun, Fel Lord as the main force, and Demon Guard as cannon fodder.
The most outrageous thing is that in this chaos, "Sisterhood Demon Faction", headed by portal master Hasabel, with Shivala Destroyer witches as the main force, and succubi and night demons as cannon fodder, actually took advantage of the chaos to occupy the territory in the core area of Antorus, the Burning Throne, and also monopolized all the portals from Argus to the outside world.
In order to win the final victory and obtain at least one title of Great Demon Lord for his faction, Hasabel adopted a quite extreme blockade strategy.
She only allows the female demons in Twisting Nether to enter Argus through the portal to enhance the strength of the "Jimei Sect", but does not allow demons of other races to enter in large numbers.
This directly resulted in Argus actually becoming an "isolated island" before being transferred to Azeroth Starfield by Illidan Stormrage using Sargerite Keystone.
On the contrary, this accidentally helped Restoration Army and Argus better carry out the demon-slaying mission.
However, it is too late to say this now.
Even Lady Hazzabel herself realized that she had made a very stupid mistake. Now because Argus was teleported across half of the star sea, serious errors occurred in the phase mapping between the Material Star Sea and Twisting Nether. She, the portal master, was unable to rebuild the Fel gate leading to Twisting Nether in time.
What's even more terrible is that after the planet transfer, the situation of demons from various factions killing each other has been alleviated, but when the Conqueror Kil'jaeden showed up brazenly at Antoran Wastes with its "Hand of the Conqueror" Burning Legion, those brainless demons were actually encouraged again to try to surround and kill Kil'jaeden.
They don't know who spread the wonderful idea, thinking that as long as they kill Kil'jaeden, they can inherit the title of Great Demon Lord from the Conqueror.
In short, at the moment when Restoration Army entered Argus, the intensity of Antoran Wastes's war had already been raised to the limit of the star sea by the demons themselves.
But either Kil'jaeden is awesome.
Even though it was besieged by a group of demons, it was able to achieve miraculous victories one after another, breaking out all the way into Burning Throne. Now it has begun to try to negotiate with the Destroyer Witchs of the "Jimei Sect". It seems that the Conqueror is really likely to regain control of the Argus Devil's Heart Temple in a short period of time.
It was in this wild and chaotic Fel civil war that Twins Archbishop very low-key personally escorted a unique magic weapon to the edge of Antoran Wastes.
Twins didn't even bring many guardians with him. The two sisters and the accompanying nearly a hundred Soulcaller priests followed Orcs's "Hellscream" to land here.
The reason why Orcss want to come here is very simple. Draenor's Revenge object Fallen Titan Aggramar is among Burning Throne. Little Hellscream Khan and his warriors must fight their way through the battlefield of Antoran to get there.
Although the Orcss believe that they can definitely do it with the help of Black Wolf God and the group of Green Skins exiles, there is obviously a more suitable strategy at the moment.
The Orcss have been informed of the choice made by the old prophet on the way to Argus. The Orcss respect the strong and respect these great leaders who serve the Consecration community. Therefore, under the leadership of Little Hellscream, they guard the ceremony in front of them and use their actions to give a final farewell to a noble person who has passed away.
The floating island of Dalaran also appeared above the ceremony, and in Gleam of Teleportation Spell, humans, elves and dwarves were also teleported down.
They did not disturb this solemn ceremony, but joined in this final "vigil".
Under the watchful eyes of the Warriors who were waiting to rush to the battlefield, the crack created by Saloras twisting and shattering the space with Twilight's Hammer in hand finally opened. Amidst the gusts of permeating sinister wind, the figure of Velen strode out of it.
He still wears the white clothes he wore as a prophet, but has removed the embellishments that represent the Holy Light leader, and wears a Eredar-style sage crown on his head. There is no Staff of the Redeemer in his hand anymore. Instead, the Soul-Eating Demon Sword and the death storm surrounding him symbolize his current identity.
Lothar can even vaguely see another figure of Eredar floating behind Velen.
That is Sarkir wearing a bloody red robe. It is not allowed to step into Material World, but as one of the three gods of death of Eredar, it must also fulfill its responsibilities for the ethnic civilization in today's recovery of its homeland.
Velen miraculously maintained the posture he had during his lifetime. Death did not seem to take away his grace, but the beating Spirit Fire in his eyes and the indifferent aura meant that he had indeed left the world under the light.
As the surrounding Soulcaller priests bowed and saluted, Velen nodded slightly to Twins, then took the steps of death and set foot on the hills of this wasteland amidst the looming cries of the dead.
He looked at the Antorus, the Burning Throne in the distance. In his eyes, there were no demons fighting each other to seize power. He seemed to only see the Antorus City that had witnessed the Eredar's tragic war more than 20,000 years ago.
It was once a city of heroes.
Now, it can only cry and moan under the ravages of Fel, letting its glory be trampled by evil spirits and unable to resist. However, the dead who once gave their lives for this land are sleeping in this cold time, and those Warrior who once died fighting to protect this city in this wasteland are just waiting silently.
The dead have no voice.
They sleep forever in the cold tombs, and it seems that everything about Mortal realm has nothing to do with them.
However, with just one call, the indifferent dead will respond as enthusiastically as they did in life, and once again Consecration themselves for the world they love.
Velen bent down, holding a handful of sand filled with Fel with his hands wrapped in the frost of death. He stood up straight, placed it in front of him, and let the arrogant and crazy wind of Fel blow it down.
It was as if Fel was provoking this dead leader, mocking him for doing nothing but running away when he witnessed the fall of his hometown.
However, it underestimated this leader, just as it underestimated the dead sleeping beneath this world.
"Buzz"
Frostmourne was held by Velen's hands, and he thrust it into the ground under his feet with a standard Garrison Commander sword technique. With the force of Velen pressing down, the bone-chilling chill accompanied every inch of the magic blade pressed into Antoran Wastes, and the Dominion Rune on its sharp blade were ignited one after another.
"Fel Warriors under the wasteland, stand up! Serve your hometown and people for the second time."
The call of Velen sounded throughout Antoran Wastes along with the crazy wind of death. In his call like a death knell, the earth, which was silently enduring the trampling of the devil, was finally "awakened".
Magma boils and the earth cracks.
Amidst the splashing of earth and rocks, the ancient undead opened their eyes in the ruthless time.
Those Eredar Garrison Commander and Warrior who followed Kil'jaeden and died in this battle more than 20,000 years ago dragged their decayed skeletons out of the forgotten tombs, and their spiritual bodies that had lost the last traces also emerged in the form of Vengeful Spirit.
More than 20,000 years ago, how many warriors of Eredar were killed by Antoran Wastes?
Well, although there are no specific statistics, it must be a quite astonishing number.
According to the law of the birth of Vengeful Spirit, the more unwilling the will is at the time of death, the more determined the mind, and the more intense the emotion, the more ferocious the Vengeful Spirit will be. With the intensity of the decisive battle more than 20,000 years ago and the sacrifice of life and death of those Warriors who signed a contract with the world, how ferocious will they be when they are awakened again after being humiliated and furious by death for more than 20,000 years?
As a result, the demons who were fighting each other passionately fell into a state of confusion at this moment.
They cannot understand where the dead who have torn the earth apart from all directions come to life. Only the rusty badges on the bones represent their forgotten identities.
Those Eredar undead with red Spirit Fire in their eye sockets look very weak. All they need is a Demon Guard to step forward and kick them.
"Poof"
The sharp blade of death Crystalcasting wielded has never been so easy to kill creatures.
When the first demon's head flew out in the cold scream of death, the undead souls who were constantly awakened used their decaying vocal cords to let out another war cry twenty thousand years later.
Just as the white-clothed Death God awakened the ancient Warrior, the red-clothed Death God also opened the door to Land of the Dead.
Accompanied by the beating of invisible psychic spells, the first Eredar Death Knight rode an armored skull war horse onto the land of his hometown.
Under the Black Knights-like battle helmet, the blue Spirit Fire eyes stared indifferently at everything in front of him.
This must be a noble Ancient Eredar, because when it raised its arms, the majesty of giving orders made an even more terrifying psychic storm descend on the edge of this wasteland.
Team after team of Death Knight emerged in the spiritual light, and one shot after another of Battle Standard was raised.
Those souls who were led by Sarkir to Land of the Dead from the cracks of Life and Death did not hesitate to face the call of war. Most of them died in the exile and war in the star sea. They are the echoes of ancient times and the manifestation of Eredar's will after death.
The decisive battle that took place in their hometown has never ended for them.
It was nothing more than a reassuring death dormancy, but now, they have returned to their battlefield, found their enemies, and have been given the same sacred responsibility here, so it is time to continue fighting.
"Come forward with me! Make a way for the living!"
Pulling out Soul-Eating Demon Sword Velen and waving his hand, he boarded his death war horse. Death Knight followed silently. When Frostmourne was waved again, the "weapon spirit" hidden in the sword body roared and emerged.
The confused blue-skinned monster looked up to the sky and roared, roaring for Diakum to show up and fight it.
But there is no Diakum here, there is no Vigilant here, there are only demons here.
"Be quiet."
Velen said casually:
"Are you Eredar?"
"Loud! Of course I am!"
Ancient Remnant Soul roared:
"I am the most noble Eredar!"
"But demons are ravaging your hometown, and they want to slaughter your people. You will soon no longer be the most noble Eredar, Your Excellency."
Velen pointed the magic blade forward, and amid the boiling anger of Remnant Soul with his pointed head, he said:
"So, what do you do when you face these assholes who are blocking your career?"
"I will."
Remnant Soul showed a cruel smile.
Surrounded and erupting by the black stream of light that raised its fingers, swarms of demons were torn apart like straw by the ravages of Finger of Death.
It roared:
"I will kill them all! I will kill all the demons. I will become the most noble Eredar, and then I will strangle Diakum!"
"What a great idea."
White-clad Death God said casually with an expressionless face:
"Then serve your people."