The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"The Veil of Winter will protect you, warriors!"

"Gorgonath, grant me your might! Let my comrades gain the power of thunder!"

"Eonar, bless your servant!"

"The battle matrix has been strengthened, attack at full speed!"

The four Titan guardians, Hodir, Thorim, Freya, and Mimiron, eliminated the impact of Yogg-Saron on them with the physical help of the Alliance and the Horde.

The four Titan Guardians have not yet fully recovered, but powerful blessings can be bestowed upon them.

After receiving the blessing, the warriors of the Alliance and the Horde felt an extremely powerful force.

Varian and Thrall brought the warriors of their respective camps to the last checkpoint on the way to the Prison of Yogg-Saron.

"Your destruction heralds the coming of a new era of suffering!"

Seeing these mortals intruding into his territory, General Vezax spoke directly.

"Lok'tar ogar!"

Garrosh shouted slogans in a hurry, took out his double axes and rushed forward first.

He was eager to fight, and the force of his double-axe blow knocked General Vezax back several steps.

However, after charging too many times, he himself was thrown back and was forced to receive treatment from the medical team.

"The black blood of Yogg-Saron flows through my body."

"I am indestructible!"

Tirion, holding the Ashbringer in both hands, gathered the holy light, jumped up and swung it hard, leaving long and thick scars on his body.

Indestructible, in front of the holy light, the shadows retreat.

The harsh words I just said were slapped in the face by reality.

"Do you think you can fight against the immortal army?"

Rhonin, Jaina Proudmoore and other mages used spells to nail him to the ground.

You are immortal and indestructible. We can grind you to death, you monster.

The heroes of the Alliance and the Horde are ruthless and don't talk much. They just go straight into battle and get things done.

Soon General Vezax fell unwillingly under the ruthless attack of the heroes of Azeroth.

"Oh hahahaha, heroes, the real fear is still ahead."

The Faceless Man is still arguing about General Vezax’s last words before his death.

Until his death, he believed that his master Yogg-Saron would avenge him.

Little did he know that this was just a multiple-choice question and his master was dead!

The heroes of Azeroth will not die here easily, they still have missions to complete.

What's more, Valdemar and Achilles are here too.

The heroes of Azeroth have a lot of information about the Old God Yogg-Saron.

The Royal Vanguard of Lordaeron! They are digging holes with the help of nerubians and earth elementals, they should be here soon.

"Tremble, mortals, the end is near."

A female voice reached the ears of Arthas who was digging a hole with the earth element.

"Did you all hear any noise?"

Confused Arthas asked the others.

"I heard it, Arthas. It sounded like a woman's voice, and there was the sound of a fierce fight."

Jaina, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, answered vaguely.

"Your Majesty, I think we are almost at Yogg-Saron's prison."

"Just charge out? We have so many troops, we should be able to beat him to death."

Spider Lord Killix lowered his voice to a minimum and asked slowly.

Everyone only saw Arthas making a gesture to keep quiet.

He leaned close to Jaina's ear and whispered.

"Please do me a favor later, Jaina. I want to go out and do..."

Turning his attention to Yogg-Saron, he was already impatient to reveal his true form.

"I am the lucid dream, the monster of your nightmares."

"Devil of a thousand faces, tremble before my true form!"

"Submit before the god of death! Your will is not your own."

This is Yogg-Saron's debut line, which gradually changes from a sharp female voice to a deep male voice. (I personally recommend watching the video directly, I think the dubbing is very good!)

"Lok'tar ogar!"

Our young hero Hou couldn't wait to shout slogans and rushed forward with two axes in hand.

He is an expert in opening a group, let us give him a round of applause.

Yogg-Saron did not dodge or evade an attack of this magnitude.

"My servants, destroy the mortals before you."

I saw several tentacles deep underground, tightly binding Young Master Hou.

Warchief Thrall couldn't help but sigh. Garrosh was still too reckless.

A lightning arrow pierced through the tentacles of Young Hero Kunhou, and a palm formed by the earth element pulled him back.

With the blessing of the Holy Light, Young Hero Hou stood up again and rushed forward with a roar...

An output-type warrior who can recover and yet cannot die is really scary.

Soon, thanks to the efforts of the heroes of Azeroth, Yogg-Saron was severely damaged.

Varian and Jaina Proudmoore chopped off all of Stormwind's sensory tentacles during a vision of assassinating King Llane.

In the illusion of forging the Dragon Soul, Rhonin and Thrall swept away the sensor tentacles disguised as dragons in Wyrmrest Temple.

Tirion and Darion cleanse the Dark Cathedral's sensory tentacles during a vision of Bolvar being tortured by the Lich King.

They were there and learned some secrets.

After the six people who entered the dream cleared the sensing tentacles, they gathered together to attack Yogg-Saron's cerebral ventricle.

Other people outside, like the three Bronzebeard brothers, smashed the tentacles that emerged from the ground.

With the Ulduar strategy brought by Valdemar and Achilles.

With the cooperation of the heroes, it didn't take long for Yogg-Saron's protective shield to fail due to the injury to his head.

"Look upon the true face of death. Your end is near."

The current Yogg-Saron may be just struggling to survive, unable to exert much strength, but still stubbornly speaking tough words.

Brian Bronzebeard was very excited when he saw that the protective shield outside was finally broken.

"What a good opportunity! Big brother, second brother, quickly throw the fragment of Valanar into Yogg-Saron's mouth."

"Big brother, third brother, I have collected the most. Watch me throw out twenty first!"

"Second brother, wait for the other ten fragments collected by eldest brother. Third brother, don't you feel ashamed of having nothing in your hands?"

"I have an older brother and a younger brother, so why should I work so hard? It's good enough to just keep my adventurous hobby."

Everything the three Bronzebeard brothers did was to reforge the legendary hammer of Val'anyr, Hammer of the Ancient Kings.

Earth spirits are also the ancestors of the dwarves. The three brothers are adventurous by nature and want to know the history of that area.

Under the continuous attacks of the heroes of Azeroth, Yogg-Saron was defeated.

Humph! Mortal, if I hadn't been beaten severely by my enemy with holy light not long ago.

I just thought of looking you in the eye. Take my final blow. I, Yogg-Saron, will never capsize in the gutter.

Because of Arthas' cautious actions, Yogg-Saron also made additional preparations.

It is worth it for the ancient god Yogg-Saron to make more preparations, and these mortals can rest in peace now, Yogg-Saron thought.

With the ancient god's final blow, an explosion sounded.

The gray smoke dissipated, and the heroes of Azeroth fell.

The Alliance and the Horde were the same, lying on the ground gasping for breath.

The same goes for Yogg-Saron, except that he's huge in size and you can't tell what he's doing, but he's actually already at the end of his rope.

His mental strength has been damaged, and he can't even lure the heroes of Azeroth into corruption. He needs to rest for a while.

It will be unclear who will win between the two sides in a while.

There is a saying that goes, When the snipe and the clam quarrel, the fisherman gains.

An old acquaintance appeared out of nowhere and brought the special effect of heavy snow falling as soon as he appeared.

For a moment, everyone present felt the icy cold wind blowing sharply through them.

The wind howled, biting and freezing, and brought with it a familiar, deep voice.

"It seems I came at the right time, Frostmourne, I'm hungry!"