Aman'Thul, a name of glory and nobility. He possessed many glorious titles: Father of the Gods, Master of Time, the most powerful Titan. No one knows just how powerful he truly was. No one besides the Titans had ever even seen him.
His seat in the Pantheon was extremely far from Sargeras' altar, yet he could transmit his will directly there.
Aman'Thul waved his staff, and divine power shattered all darkness and mist before him. The events unfolding within the Tomb of Sargeras instantly appeared before his eyes.
His eyes, forever radiating golden light, were fixed upon Aiden, who was at the crucial moment of being merged with Sargeras.
"You, will you be the one?"
"It is time." His boundless divine power transcended endless spacetime, descending toward that place.
Aiden's brow furrowed deeply, Sargeras' soul was assaulting his last defenses. The dark soul began to invade his most fundamental memories.
He began to resist with all his might.
However, he soon began to doubt: "What am I resisting?"
"You are resisting yourself. Abandon your resistance, let us become one!"
"I shall be reborn. The Burning Legion shall descend!"
Sargeras' voice immediately appeared in his mind.
'Is this my voice?'
'Am I Sargeras?'
"Yes, I am you, you are Sargeras!"
At this moment, a third voice echoed, the warning of Aman'Thul: "Hold on! Imagine the place you most want to go. I will send you back to reality!"
"Aman'Thul! You will not stop me!" Sargeras roared.
And Aiden, who had been standing blankly, bathed in holy light, also suddenly shouted: "Aman'Thul! You will not stop me!"
This voice immediately attracted the attention of everyone present. Both demons and naaru stopped fighting, looking towards the center of the field.
"Not good, Aiden is being controlled!"
"It's Sargeras!"
"We can't let Sargeras succeed. We will tell him the password!"
"That's the only way."
The naaru made their decision. Within the holy light enveloping Aiden, strange symbols appeared, resembling a special form of writing, its structure very similar to the forms of the naaru themselves.
At this moment, Aiden heard a mysterious sound. He was certain he had never heard this language before, nor did he know what it meant, but this sound allowed him to regain consciousness. He remembered what had just happened, understanding that he was on the verge of being completely merged with Sargeras.
"Imagine the place I most want to go..." This was the voice of Aman'Thul just now, saying he would send himself back to reality.
The place he most wanted to go—
'Azeroth, the people of Valoran need me!'
He tried his best to recall everything in Azeroth. Kayle, the angel who sacrificed herself to protect him; and Quinn, who almost foolishly lost her life for it; and Singed, who tested poisons with his own body; Braum, who held up his shield to protect everyone; Lux, who loved to play pranks... One figure after another appeared in his mind, one memory after another was recalled.
Aman'Thul's power broke through the void, enveloping Aiden, who was wrapped in holy light. He felt the power within attempting to help him escape this space.
"No, you won't!" Sargeras issued an angry roar. The pyramid altar, where his soul resided, suddenly exploded, from which flew out a bronze disk and a broken sword.
These were the soul and weapon of his physical form, "Dark Seether."
Sargeras' soul disk flew above Aiden's head, and Sargeras' soul power immediately increased exponentially. The power of the broken sword tore through the void, blocking Aman'Thul's divine power.
Aiden felt that his opponent had suddenly become twice as strong. He had originally regained consciousness with the help of the naaru's password, but now, under Sargeras' all-out fusion, he was falling again. He felt that his memories of Azeroth were fading rapidly. He gradually only remembered his past life on Earth.
His childhood, his studies, his first love, university, games, work, passionate love...
When Aman'Thul's divine power broke through the obstruction of Dark Seether and descended again, Aiden imagined these things. Sargeras no longer had any other power to stop the all-out Aman'Thul. He felt that the human he was preparing to merge with was rapidly disappearing.
"No! No!" Sargeras roared, raged, and was unwilling, but it was useless.
Aiden's body slowly left this space until it completely disappeared.
Sargeras' forced fusion, but suffered a failure, his soul was greatly damaged as a result, and he had to return to the bronze disk, waiting for another opportunity. But how long would that be? No one knew.
The naaru also became weak after helping Aiden. If Kil'jaeden and Archimonde launched a full-scale attack at this time, they would definitely be able to inflict great losses on the other side, perhaps even capture some naaru. But both great demons had no such thoughts.
Sargeras was severely injured. He couldn't even show his will anymore!
Thinking of this, Archimonde began to gloat; while Kil'jaeden frowned.
The naaru fortress left through warp, leaving behind only the broken tomb, the demon guards who suffered heavy casualties in the explosion, and the Archimonde and Kil'jaeden brothers with different thoughts.
"The Burning Legion has suffered a serious setback," Kil'jaeden said in a deep voice.
"And it will usher in a new journey," Archimonde replied with a smile. "Azeroth will be a good place. There is the power we need!"
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Grizzly Hills is one of the few places in Northrend with a pleasant and livable climate. Vereesa's Silver Covenant forces are now stationed here. She sent some people to help Miss Fortune build a port on the southern coast, and also established many camps here. The main camp of the Allied Forces is located in a place called Amberpine Lodge.
Recently, the forces of the Scourge have been moving around. Zul'Drak in the north is a key target of attack. It seems that the Lich King has taken a fancy to the large number of ice trolls there, attempting to turn them into members of the Scourge. Every day, the area near Drak'Tharon Keep is littered with corpses. Some are Scourge, some are trolls, and some are Silver Covenant Allied Forces.
One day, after the end of a great battle, Sejuani returned to the camp with her warriors, and saw Volibear had just returned as well. Today, as usual, her knights raided several small Scourge units. The blood on her armor was not yet dry. The tusks of Bristle, her mount, were still stained with the minced meat of an unknown enemy.
She got off Bristle's back, and ordered the soldiers to take it to feed and rest.
"How is it, Volibear?" Sejuani handed her weapon to the guard, while washing her hands and asking.
"Not good," Volibear replied sullenly.
"It seems that your close relatives in this world are quite stubborn."
Volibear was speechless. The Grizzly Hills are home to a group of furbolgs. They are the oldest residents of this area, believe in primitive shamanism, and worship the bear god Ursoc.
After the main camp of the Allied Forces moved here, based on the concept of uniting any forces that can be united to fight against the Scourge together, everyone felt that they should contact the furbolg tribe and try to win them over.
This task naturally fell to Volibear, as he was also a bear-man, and his similar appearance would make him less likely to be rejected.
However, this action was too much of an assumption. Several bear-monster tribes had different attitudes towards Volibear. Some welcomed him, some rejected him, but even those who welcomed him showed no interest in his proposal to resist the Scourge. The bear-monsters were naturally at odds with the ice trolls. If it weren't for the Drakkari trolls at Drakkari Fortress fighting the Scourge, the bear-monsters would probably join in the fun and attack the troll fortress.
"These bear-monsters seem to be preparing for some kind of event, apparently planning to resurrect their revered bear god, Ursoc." This was a piece of information Volibear had gathered today from a shaman of a certain bear-monster tribe. It should be reliable.
"Resurrect a god?" Sylvanas was somewhat surprised.
"An Immortal," Vereesa's voice came, she had just returned. "Ursoc is a demigod, the ancestor of bears, an immortal guardian. He and his brother Ursol sacrificed themselves in the War of the Ancients."
"Sounds like a benevolent demigod."
"Yes, a great Immortal." Vereesa said with respect, "Many Immortals sacrificed themselves in the War of the Ancients. No one could stay out of it when faced with the threat of the Burning Legion."
Sylvanas said, "Then let's hope the bear-monsters succeed. Perhaps their revered god will be willing to help us."
"Hopefully," Vereesa smiled, "But resurrecting an Immortal requires a great price. I wonder what the bear-monsters will use to resurrect Ursoc?"
Recently, the Scourge army has been continuously marching from Icecrown Glacier to various locations. Zul'Drak is their main target of attack. The frost trolls have dispatched a large number of troops to defend Drakkari Fortress, which is the gateway to Zul'Drak and the place where the fighting is most intense.
When Rhonin, Varok, and Krasus were stranded on that deserted island, it was a Zandalar tribe fleet returning from contacting the frost trolls of Zul'Drak that rescued them. Therefore, Rhonin also went to see the troll leader there with the idea of fighting the Scourge together. However, the other party did not appreciate it and almost sent someone to capture him and eat him.
"That's the troll style." Rhonin, who escaped using magic, mocked himself. Sure enough, only the Zandalar tribe is different among the trolls. The rest are savages who like to eat people and are unreasonable!
Although the other party rejected their offer of active support, based on the basic principle of mutual dependence, the Silver Covenant still sends troops every day to harass the Scourge's attacking forces. Sometimes they ambush the Scourge's reinforcements, and sometimes they besiege small groups of troops. Today, Vereesa and Sylvanas were carrying out such a task.
Thanks to the Alliance's harassment, Drakkari Fortress might not have been able to withstand the Scourge army's fierce attacks.
However, the orc Nazgrel brought bad news. He had just returned with his men from Howling Fjord: "The Scourge's flying fortress has gone there and awakened a group of human-like giants from that ancient fortress. These giants are willingly becoming servants of the Scourge! The tuskarr say that these giants are called vrykul."
"Vrykul?" Vereesa frowned.
The spider-man Krix said, "General, the vrykul are a very barbaric and cruel race. Our history records this kind of creature, they seem to be the ancient ancestors of humans."
"What should we do?" Vereesa hesitated. Now the battle at Drakkari Fortress is becoming more and more intense, and the Alliance's total force is only over ten thousand, and they have to defend so many places.
Sylvanas snorted coldly with murderous intent, "Since they want to help the Scourge, we will kill them!"
"I think it's feasible." Volibear also agreed.
Nazgrel said, "We are also willing to contribute to this!"
Vereesa took a deep breath and said, "It seems we can only give up supporting the trolls."
"Anyway, they don't appreciate it."
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Vereesa was worried about the lack of troops. But she didn't know that the Alliance's Northrend Expedition had already set off. It won't be long before they arrive in Northrend. Then everything will change.
The Alliance's deployment is being realized one by one. The Northrend Expedition drew a large number of troops to Northrend, hoping to solve the Scourge there. Now the Alliance's army is not enough to push down Gilneas, so the army on the front line of Ambermill maintains a defensive posture. They only need to guard against the Scourge breaking through the Greymane Wall.
At the same time, however, a large number of troops gathered in Dalaran. This huge sky city has flown over the Ghostlands and will launch a general attack on Naxxramas today.
Naxxramas, this flying fortress of the Scourge, will face its most severe challenge—a challenge from the air!
In order to eliminate this aerial tumor, the Alliance sent more than 70% of its air force to participate in this war. The most common sights on the streets of Dalaran now are not mage apprentices, but entire teams of soldiers, air force griffons, dragonhawks, and helicopters.
The two airships recently developed by the Valoran Federation were also put into this battle—not the ordinary airships that can only transport supplies and personnel, but combat airships with hull parts added, or floating battleships!
This is the crystallization of Valoran technology, goblin technology, gnome technology, and human magic, the most powerful combat weapon in the air. There was a huge disagreement when naming the two ships. Originally, they would be named "Demacia" and "Noxus," but a large number of non-Valoran researchers joined in the development process, so these two names with strong Valoran characteristics were rejected.
The one with conventional firepower was named "Retribution", equipped with 14 cannons and 24 helicopters. It is a powerful air combat airship.
The other one, "Punisher", is only equipped with a super cannon, but this cannon will definitely make its enemies fear: Heimerdinger designed the gun body. Its caliber reached an unprecedented 14 inches. Then Viktor optimized and improved the structure of the cannon and increased its power. Finally, Ziggs designed its ammunition, using his latest invention of powerful explosives.
Even this cannon has a mighty name—Skybreaker Cannon!
After test firing, its designers believed that it was fully worthy of such a name.
And today, the Skybreaker Cannon will be a powerful guarantee for breaking through Naxxramas!
"Hurry, hurry, final maintenance!"
"Handle it gently. Idiot! That's my shell! If it explodes accidentally, we'll all go to heaven!"
"You, yes, you! Go contact Dalaran and see how long until the attack?"
Ziggs's shrill voice shouted back and forth on the ship. As a fanatical demolition genius, he wanted to witness a historic moment with his own eyes—the cannon he helped design would definitely send Naxxramas to the west! No, send it to hell!