Anveena is really gentle.
She gently used her authority to mobilize the defensive forces of the Titans Prison, then gently concentrated all the forces together, and then gently chose to attack.
But the attacks from Titans Prison are anything but gentle!
Or to be more precise, it's very domineering.
Brilliant golden rays shot out directly from the prison where Anveena was located. Various facilities emitted the same golden light, which then converged in the air at a certain point, forming a huge ball of light.
Finally, the ball of light was suddenly launched, striking C'Thun's main body and then, in an extremely short time, piercing through C'Thun's entire body!
At that moment, Anveena heard a low, painful groan, which sounded surprisingly like the voice of a little girl:
"Be gentle, it hurts so much..."
Without time to think, Anveena immediately began calling for Nicholas:
"Brother, come out quickly! C'Thun's body will heal itself!"
There's no need for Anveena to say anything more.
A golden ball of light flashed past Jiang Jie, nearly hitting him, and startled him into a cold sweat.
At that moment, he heard an angry scream that shook his very soul—it was C'Thun's agonizing scream.
The golden light caused it considerable damage!
Jiang Jie took a step forward and flew upwards along the flesh-and-blood passage pierced by the golden light.
Extremely fast!
Instead of spreading his wings to fly, he directly used the Lightning and Rushing Thunder Step.
He directly activated all his True Essence Chi, increasing the speed of the Lightning and Rushing Thunder Step to its current limit.
Regardless of losses!
He was like a real bolt of lightning; only a flash of Lightning could be seen, and no one could see his body.
He had almost turned into Lightning.
Even so, he still couldn't break free from C'Thun's body.
C'Thun's body is almost as large as the entire Ahn'Qiraj, stretching hundreds of kilometers from its center to its surface. No matter how fast Jiang Jie is, he cannot escape before C'Thun's flesh and blood writhe and squeeze, and the flesh passages disappear.
But it's okay, I expected it.
The second ball of light coalesced, opening up a second passage through flesh and blood.
Jiang Jie sensed carefully and immediately swung his fist, accompanied by the roar of a divine dragon, piercing through layers of flesh and connecting with the flesh passage.
He darted forward again with Lightning Rushing Thunder, covering several kilometers in a flash.
Time and again, Jiang Jie and Anveena worked together seamlessly.
Finally, after Jiang Jie had exhausted most of his True Essence Chi, he broke out of C'Thun's body.
"Brother, how are you? Are you hurt?" Anveena rushed over, her face full of worry.
"It's alright... How are things here?"
Jiang Jie smiled and looked around.
Much of the damage to Titans Prison has been repaired, but much work remains to be done.
If it were all completed, it's hard to say how long it would take.
"Brother, this is my responsibility... I inherited Ironaya's power and authority, and I must also inherit her responsibilities. Guarding the Titans Prison and preventing the Old Gods from escaping is the duty of the Titan Keepers."
Anveena looked at Jiang Jie with a hint of apology and said softly, "Brother, for the next while, Anveena may not be able to stay by your side. I must stay here to repair Titans Prison. I don't know how long it will take, maybe a few months, maybe several years..."
" Anveena has grown up!"
Jiang Jie smiled, reached out and stroked Anveena's blonde hair, and said with a smile, "Then stay here. Everyone has their own things to do, right? If you need help, I'll have the four little Elemental Spirits stay here to help you."
"Hmm, that's fine."
Anveena originally intended to refuse, because the four little Elemental Spirits were her brother's good helpers.
My brother still has so much to do and so many enemies to deal with; he needs help.
On the one hand, she does feel lonely and bored, and she longs for companionship and help from friends. On the other hand, she has a strange feeling that her brother is stronger than before, and the four little Elemental Spirits can no longer help him.
Then stay!
"Brother, there are three Titans Prison in total: one here, one in Northrend, and one deep within the Great Sea."
Anveena said, "This place is about the same size as the one in the Great Sea, while the one in Northrend is the largest. After I finish here, I still have to go to those two places, but the enemies there are even more terrifying, and I'll need your help then. Brother, your task is very important!"
"Heavy? So be it, I'm used to it."
Jiang Jie smiled, not taking it to heart.
Yogg-Saron, N'Zoth...
We'll have to deal with it sooner or later; that day isn't far off.
"What about the three of you? Will you come out with me to see your people, or will you stay here to help?" Jiang Jie, looking at the three ancient dragons.
They exchanged glances, then Arygos transformed into his Gnomes form and approached Jiang Jie, saying, "We have suffered from C'Thun's torment for a thousand years, and our minds are on the verge of collapse. If this continues, we will go mad. The power of C'Thun here is stronger than that of the temple; we cannot withstand it and have to leave. I'm sorry."
"There's no need to apologize. In fact, your people need you too. The blue dragons, red dragons, and green dragons are all facing very powerful enemies, and they need your help."
Jiang Jie nodded and said, "Then let's not hesitate, let's go. Anveena, I'll come back to see you when I have time!"
He waved and flew upwards.
Three months ago.
With the death of C'Thun's clone, and with the deaths of the Twin Emperors and other commanders, the Qiraji fell into chaos.
With Malfurion claiming to be "uninformed about military matters" and with Jiang Jie still absent, Uther, as the hero who participated in killing the Twin Emperors, took over the position of "Supreme Commander of the Kalimdor Allied Forces " and ordered the alliance to launch a general offensive.
The fierce fighting lasted for a week.
After losing over 20,000 lives, the coalition forces finally defeated the Qiraji, slaughtering nearly half of them.
The remaining Qiraji and Qiraji hid deep underground.
The allied forces set up a defensive line on the Scarab Wall and launched multiple attacks over the next three weeks, eliminating countless beetles.
Subsequently, the other troops began to withdraw.
They couldn't stay here forever; they didn't even have enough supplies, let alone suffer heavy casualties.
The Night Elf and Zandalari Trolls have not evacuated; they will remain stationed here for the next few months, or even years, to prevent the Qiraji and Zerglings from emerging.
The corresponding leader made a promise to the whole world:
Any adventurer can come here to hunt insects and insectoids, and then receive corresponding rewards from the Night Elf and Zandalari Trolls.
There are valuable gems and even more precious magical items, making it very tempting.
In the first week, thousands of adventurers flocked from the surrounding area;
Two weeks later, more than five thousand adventurers had arrived.
The number continues to increase.
The Qiraji are no longer a threat.
A colossal monument stands before the Scarab Wall.
That is the " Ahn'Qiraj Monument," commemorating all the soldiers who died in this war.
The monument is large, inscribed with commemorative inscriptions for Malfurion, Uther, Thrall, and others.
On the collapsed Scarab Wall, one name after another was carved:
Every soldier who died here leaves their name here.
The Bronze Dragons's time magic ensures that these names will not fade with the passage of time, and anyone who comes here to pay homage will be able to find their familiar names.
There was only one exception.
The name that should have been engraved on it, the name that everyone could see from kilometers away, was missing.
When someone suggested building a special monument in honor of that person, Uther was the first to object.
"He'll die? What a joke! How could someone like him possibly die!"
Malfurion remained silent.
In fact, he, Uther, and others had searched the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj several times, but they still couldn't find any trace of the man, not even his body.
Even with his Demigod- level mental power, he couldn't sense the other person's presence.
He even asked Cenarius and Ysera, the Green Dragon Queen.
But no one could be sure that person was still alive, because even their blessings had been cut off, and even the authority of the Emerald Dream could not find that person's existence.
"Perhaps he's already dead? No one is immortal, even Titans fall, let alone a mere mortal..." Malfurion thought to himself.
In Lordaeron, when someone proposed reclaiming the fiefdom of Stromgarde, Queen Calia flew into a rage. Ignoring the nobles' objections, she stripped the old marquess of his fiefdom, nearly executing him on the spot.
He won't die!
Her Majesty the Queen stood before the throne, cradling a newborn child not yet six months old, and coldly declared, "No one dies, but he will not die!"
At some unknown time, a Half-Elf Paladin carrying a six-month-old girl walked into the Scarab Wall.
All the soldiers who saw her knelt on one knee, bowed their heads, and silently Benediction.
After learning her identity, the adventurers gave themselves a new mission:
We must find that person.
A sigh came from the wind in the sky.
Even though the war at Skywall was incredibly fierce, Prince Thunderaan still sent many wind elementals to every corner of Ahn'Qiraj, only to bring despair in the end.
The Half-Elf knight did not despair and continued her search.
Her footsteps traversed every corner of Ahn'Qiraj, from summer to autumn, from sorrow to numbness.
The little girl she was holding always had an innocent smile on her face, or tears streaming down her cheeks, which were then dried by the little phoenix.
She measured time and sorrow with her footsteps, and she also measured her own and her child's growth with her footsteps.
She no longer smiled or even cried; her once beautiful face had become stiff.
Until one day, she came to the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj again, and saw beams of light flashing, and in front of three ancient dragons stood a ragged young man.
Tears streamed down her face, dripping onto the scalding sand.
Time stood still at this moment, becoming eternal.