"Let me think, how many times have we met, you foolish humans."
Anub'arak emerged from the darkness, his body three times larger than White Gorilla, exuding an innate sense of oppression.
Standing high above, like a ruler surveying the world.
Its hard shell contains the power of shadow and earth, comparable to the scales of an ancient black dragon.
And its six sharp legs can pierce through the scales of an ancient black dragon!
In terms of size, defense, attack power, and strength, it is no less than any ancient black dragon.
It was originally the sole king of the Nerubians race, and the strongest among the Aqir.
It is High-tier Legendary powerhouse, an existence on par with the Twin Emperors of Ahn'Qiraj. In fact, the Twin Emperors are only qualified to be ranked alongside it when they stand together.
It has lived since ancient times, experienced the war between the Aqir and the Troll, and once clashed head-on with the true Loa without being at a disadvantage.
It fought a war with the Lich King Ner'zhul, ultimately perishing in battle and forced to submit to the Lich King's Frozen Throne. However, after the Frozen Throne was destroyed, it immediately returned to the service of the Old Gods Yogg-Saron.
In fact, from the ancient Aqir to the current Nerubians, they were originally creations of the Old Gods, creations of Yogg-Saron.
"The fourth time, I think. Who remembers? I'm very busy, Big Bug."
Jiang Jie chuckled, then raised his left hand, pointing his index finger at Anub'arak: "I thought you wouldn't come. I thought you knew I was no longer someone you could handle. I thought Yogg-Saron valued you enough, but it turns out that in its eyes, you're nothing more than a plaything it can discard at any time. To test my strength, it sent you here to die, and you actually obeyed. How interesting. Anub'arak, when did you become so obedient? You have a dark history of betrayal!"
"Betrayal? Nicholas, I am forever loyal to my gods, my master, and Yogg -Yogg-Saron! That has never changed! Ner'zhul forcibly enslaved my soul, but I am freed!"
Anub'arak's eyes flashed with endless cold light. "As for you? The favors my master has bestowed upon me are beyond your imagination! My current strength is far greater than you can imagine!"
Is it stronger?
Jiang Jie smiled.
From the very beginning, he sensed the energy intensity within Anub'arak's body, which was indeed higher than his own, approaching the level of Demigod.
Clearly, in order to rule the Nerubians demons, Yogg-Saron bestowed upon Anub'arak even greater power. He is now twice as powerful as he once was, and is comparable to Arthas.
Its shell is harder, its six legs are sharper, and its strength is greater, but so what?
It's just a giant worm that's been transformed by shadows.
Without disdain or mockery, Jiang Jie turned to look at another creature emerging from the darkness: the Herald Volazj.
It is Yogg-Saron's true servant, a part of Yogg-Saron's body, and unlike Anub'arak, it is not tainted by any other form of energy and is trusted by Yogg-Saron.
Volazj also became stronger, his energy level reaching a level close to that of Demigod.
Standing a hundred meters away, Jiang Jie could sense the shadow fluctuations and mental pressure emanating from it.
In fact, all Faceless Ones are essentially infinitely weak avatars of the Old Gods, while Volazj is a slightly stronger avatar of Yogg-Saron, but still only slightly stronger.
Compared to Yogg-Saron's colossal body, which is comparable to an entire continent, Volazj is not even an ant on a giant's body, but a tiny tissue that can only be seen under a microscope.
In the ancient Black Empire era, elite Faceless Ones of Zakajz's caliber were everywhere.
Of course, in that era, Stone Giants and Storm Giants of Archavon's caliber were everywhere, but they have since disappeared.
One can know the whole leopard from a single spot.
Volazj was already very powerful, so Yogg-Saron's power is simply unimaginable.
The war to annihilate the Old Gods, in which the Titans themselves participated, was the truly magnificent and epic mythological war.
Compared to that war, the Burning Legion's invasion in ancient times and the current Northern Expedition are like children's fights, utterly insignificant.
In the current war, Jiang Jie is already a top figure, but if placed in the ancient war, Jiang Jie would at most be a relatively powerful elite soldier, not even a commander.
Commanders of that era must have been Demigod, High-tier Demigod, or even Peak Demigod!
" Yogg-Saron sent you? General Vezax didn't come?"
Jiang Jie scanned his surroundings and saw hundreds or even thousands of Nerubians surrounding him, including dozens of Faceless Ones.
All the Faceless Ones were at least at the level of high-level professionals, with two or three of them possessing Legendary- level energy. The Nerubians, at the very least, were elite-level, with some also reaching Legendary status.
This is a very powerful force, capable of challenging any unit of the Northrend Expedition. Even the Order of the Silver Hand would not fare well against these guys, because Anub'arak is enough to stop Uther, and even if Tirion Fordring and Old Mograine joined forces, they might not be able to defeat Volazj, not to mention so many other elite warriors.
However, it makes no sense.
Jiang Jie is no longer the Jiang Jie of the past.
He was never afraid of being surrounded in the past, and he is even less afraid now.
What's more, Anveena was standing beside him.
"You know General Vezax?"
Volazj's voice remained unwavering, as cold as ever. "To deal with you, I don't need him!"
"Don't need it? No, no, it's not that I don't need it, it's that I can't come, right? After all, how can someone like me compare to Ulduar?"
Jiang Jie smiled, his left hand beginning to glow, radiating Holy Light like the sun. "Don't worry, it won't be long before I go to Ulduar and personally meet General Vezax. Now, let me purify you, these little toys of Yogg-Saron!"
Suddenly, Volazj let out a sharp shriek on a mental level, impacting Jiang Jie's soul.
Its psychic shriek is the same as Yogg-Saron's psychic shriek, only with an unknown fraction of its power.
Jiang Jie felt a tremor in his soul, and a mental storm raged in his mind.
Such a terrifying mental storm, if it were to unleash upon Lordaeron, would be enough to instantly destroy the will of ninety percent of humanity, driving them mad and plunging them into darkness.
But Jiang Jie's soul remained unmoved, like a boulder atop a mountain, amidst the mental storm.
If it were him not long ago, his soul would still have cracks, not yet a unified whole. In this mental storm, the cracks could easily widen, leaving fatal hidden dangers, or he could even be directly influenced by Volazj Yogg-Saron's whispers, falling into darkness in the depths of the underground so close to Yogg-Saron's prison, joining Yogg-Saron's embrace, and becoming Twilight Cultists.
There are no "what ifs".
Jiang Jie's soul had become one with the universe, and even if he went a thousand meters underground, he could still withstand Yogg-Saron's whispers and Volazj's mental storm.
He was no longer afraid!
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