Yogg-Saron's Secret

With the Dragon Race no longer getting in the way, the battle to besiege the Old God completely fell into Varian's rhythm.

"Watch out!" Varian saw Old God Yogg-Saron's tentacles suddenly emerge from behind them and immediately gave the order to his Holy Light knights. His hands did not pause either, as several streaks of Holy Light struck the Old God's tentacles in succession.

The Holy Light unleashed by the King was clearly a more powerful version. It scorched the tentacles until they sizzled.

"Be careful, my liege—" Sargathas, the Evil God lady, had clearly gained enormous benefits from the Abyssal Lord she had just killed. Not only had all her fatigue vanished, but she also stood nearby, blocking the tentacles that suddenly sprang out for Varian.

Her abilities were even more bizarre. She seemed able to sense the Old God's energy surging underground in advance and knew where tentacles would emerge.

With a casual wave, she released a streak of blackish-purple energy. The tentacle that had just grown out of the ground immediately withered and turned to dust and mud.

"No, something exists here. You cannot deceive me, the great Old God Yogg-Saron. All of you will die. Become my puppets!"

The Old God with countless grotesque mouths roared in everyone's minds. Then even more Faceless One puppet minions burst from underground and charged at the Alliance heroes besieging it.

Clearly, the Old God's strength had fallen far short of its boasts. These newly emerged Faceless Ones caused the Alliance heroes no trouble at all. After a battle that was hardly intense, they were torn to pieces by arcane magic and Holy Light.

"Careful, it is preparing a new wave of mental assault, my liege—" Sargathas immediately sensed something was wrong and hurried to Varian's side to whisper to