Anomaly Of Warcraft

Chapter 641: I promised to get to the white head together, but you half dyed your head

“Great C’Thun, the imperial warriors are ready.”

“All-knowing and all-powerful God, the Qiraji fights for you at any time.”

The twin emperors Vik Nilas and Vikrol bow down in front of C’Thun.

The hall where the ancient gods lived was built according to the standards of the Qiraji people, and its size was the only characteristic.

In the huge hall that is large enough to contain the entire Ironforge main city, the Qiraji warriors are feverishly waiting for the will of the gods.

“Get the essence of the well of soul for me.”

C’Thun’s tired but powerful voice spread through thoughts to the ears of every Qiraji present.

Afterwards, C’Thun summoned four huge tentacles, entangled and twisted together, and used his own power to build a flashing portal.

“Get the essence of the well of soul for me.”

After re-emphasizing the combat goal, C’Thun closed his eyes and sank into the ground again.

Just as N’Zoth had never cared about C’Thun, C’Thun had never believed in N’Zoth.

In the battle of the ancient quicksand, the night elves and the dragons defeated the Qiraji worms and sealed the wormman empire in the desolate underground of Silithus with a seal.

Without C’Thun, the Qiraji would die chronically in a situation where resources are scarce.

But Azeroth has no if.

For the continuation of the empire, the twin emperors kept digging deep underground, and then they met the ancient god C’Thun.

Different from N’Zoth and Yogg Saron.

When the Titans came for the second time, C’Thun cheated to escape and escaped from the fate of being sealed, but the cost was still huge.

During the time of Ten Thousand Years, C’Thun’s power continued to recover, and the DEBUFF above his head also changed from -90% of all attributes to -75%, but this was not enough.

Far from enough.

Qiraji people have risen because of C’Thun, and C’Thun also needs Qiraji people to serve him.

This is an equivalent exchange of benefits.

So far, the guardians of the Titans and the dragonflight have not discovered that the master behind the Qiraji is the suspended animation C’Thun, which is its huge advantage.

C’Thun will not give up easily.

Because it is not ready yet.

Even though the strength was only a quarter of its heyday, the seal set by the dragons with huge sacrifices during the Battle of Quicksand was not an unbreakable limit for C’Thun.

The Qiraji can’t break through the seal, and that doesn’t mean that C’Thun can’t either.

It’s just that the ancient gods don’t want to do this.

Because that seal is also a kind of protection for it, as long as it is willing, it is easy to break the seal.

But there is no need, because it is not ready yet, for that simple reason.

For N’Zoth’s proposal, C’Thun had no reason to oppose it.

Because the Well of Soul is also a tempting choice for C’Thun.

If it absorbs the energy of the Soul Well, C’Thun can at least regain the strength of his heyday.

This plan is very attractive.

But C’Thun didn’t believe in N’Zoth. Everyone was an old opponent of Ten Thousand Years. Who didn’t know who.

Therefore, C’Thun sent an army of Qiraji people.

It is impossible for the entire soul well to be in the bag, but the essence core C’Thun is bound to be obtained.

What a coincidence, N’Zoth thought so too.

In the previous arrangement, N’Zoth had actually been conveying a wrong point of view to the night elves behind the scenes.

That is, the Qiraji need to detonate the well of soul to break the seal and get out of trouble.

Even N’Zoth made a heavy bet to change the veins of Feralas underground and misled the blue dragon Isorex and made him judge that the energy of the soul well was flowing to Silithus.

In fact, it is quite the opposite.

It was not C’Thun that really wanted to blow up Feralas, but N’Zoth.

The Well of Soul is the perfect pill for C’Thun, and a big bomb to escape the cage for N’Zoth.

But for the mortal race, no matter what the reason is, we must oppose those that the enemy agrees with, and we all agree with those that the enemy opposes.

N’Zoth step by step pushed the night elves and even Carlos into a blind spot in his mind.

If it doesn’t work, it is fine to return all the energy of the soul well to the earth.

There is no problem with the plan.

This can indeed solve the crisis in Feralas.

But the energy flowing into the earth will become the source of power for N’Zoth to destroy the seal of the Titan.

So in the plan of the Well of Soul, N’Zoth and C’Thun had conflicting goals from the beginning.

This created the root of Carlos’s confusion.

Isoregus’ magic circle is effective.

After breaking the shield of the world of mirrors, the projection of the soul well on the material world is becoming materialized, and the huge energy blurs the true definition.

The Qiraji people, the army of the faceless, and the soul residue aggregates of the upper elves, all appeared near the well of souls under the pervasive magic power, and appeared in Ere’Thalas.

However, the faceless army frantically wanted to break through the layers of defense arranged by Carlos, and wanted to destroy the blue dragon’s magic ritual.

The Qiraji people went forward and wanted to enter the well of soul.

Therefore, the Qiraji and even the faceless are fighting each other.

Carlos was keenly aware of what was wrong, but didn’t quite understand what was wrong.

In line with the principle that red names are all strange, Carlos issued an order to kill all to the coalition forces.

This is not a scene that a few heroes and elites can deal with.

Neither the Faceless of N’Zoth nor the Qiraji of C’Thun, they were not the enemies Carlos had encountered in the past.

No fear, no mercy, as an extension of the power of the ancient gods, these monsters born for killing are too powerful.

Even the fighting race Orcs suffered more than 3,000 casualties in just half a day.

On the contrary, the troll that once blasted the Aqir people seemed to recall the glory in the bloodline, and fought fiercely when fighting the Qiraji people.

It’s a pity that there is a gap in numbers, and the troll can’t be the savior this time.

“Isoregus, how long will it take?”

“It will take at least thirty-six hours.”

The answer given by Blue Dragon made Carlos very dissatisfied.

“Finding ways to weaken the efficiency of enemy teleportation, or speed up the process of magic rituals, we can’t hold on for a day and a half.”

From the beginning, there was no so-called temptation. If it were not for the conflict between the Qiraji and the Faceless, Carlos even suspected that he had been defeated.

After completing the integration of Ere’Thalas, Carlos controls the fifty thousand coalition forces. This force is placed in Lordaeron and will be the force that can unite the entire human kingdom. But in the face of the foundation accumulated by the Ten Thousand Years of the ancient gods, Carlos was seriously insufficiently prepared.

Whether it is the Faceless or the Qiraji, the huge size is destined to not be very effective with ordinary swords, and the heavy weapons have been exhausted in less than four hours in battle.

What Carlos once thought of as “excellent” was just a miscellaneous army in front of the descendants of the ancient gods.

And because of the cleaning of the upper elves, the power of the caster in Carlos’s hands is seriously insufficient.

The strength of the enemy far beyond expectations made the coalition led by Carlos stand on the brink of collapse.

In the Plain of Thousand Needles, after Nesario completed the final node seal, he felt the change in Feralas, but he ignored it. Instead, he changed the shape of the dragon and flew towards the sea. It needed to return to the deep rock continent. , Use the pillar of the world to complete your own layout.

At the same time, news of the Naga Sea-Monster’s withdrawal reached Silithus, and in an inspiring shout, the Elf troops were preparing to launch a counterattack against the Zerg.

Cenarius was also keenly aware of the dissonance.

This is unreasonable.

“Fandral, don’t come to Silithus, rush to Ere’Thalas!”

Using druid spells, the old deer made an instinctive decision.