Struggle

The violent shaking of the entire lair and the extreme fear of the elemental spirits gave Thrall a very bad feeling: Could it be… that Yogg-Saron's main body was trying to drill its way to the surface?

Thrall didn't expect that his guess was the truth.

Most of Yogg-Saron's body was sealed by the Titans beneath the earth, making it almost impossible to break free by force. Even if it wanted to exert one-tenth of its power, it would suffer heavy damage from such a barbaric method.

Just like when C'Thun was bombarded with concentrated energy from the Focusing Iris some time ago, it wanted to struggle frantically to escape the Titans' prison.

Its pre-death frenzy caused an earthquake that affected the entire Kalimdor. The map of Silithus was completely shattered like falling glass because it forcibly bombarded the prison. At its most intense, C'Thun's huge tentacles burst out of the ground.

However, it was useless. C'Thun ultimately failed to escape from the cage.

Now, it is of course impossible for Yogg-Saron to break free from the Titans' prison. It also understands very well that if it could break free by force, they would have come out tens of thousands of years ago. Why wait until now?

However, its real purpose is not this, but to prevent more people from using the Wells of Intellect to restore their sanity!

Three minutes is almost enough!

It only lacks a little bit of these mortals' negative emotions.

Since anger and hatred are already difficult to use, then change to something else—Yogg-Saron is a master in this regard. It knows human nature very well and knows how to make these people's negative emotions breed.

Like now.

Inside Yogg-Saron's lair, the underground is like countless landmines buried. Now the landmines have been detonated.

Hundreds of incredibly thick tentacles burst out of the ground with the roar of shattering earth. This time, it's no longer the small-scale tentacles like before, which are only like hairs to Yogg-Saron, but terrifying tentacles that are almost as thick as Onyxia's belly!

These tentacles are all covered with Yogg-Saron's black blood, as if they were tearing apart their own bodies to break out of the ground.

The originally spacious Yogg-Saron's lair was instantly filled after these tentacles emerged.

Several Wells of Intellect were knocked away or fell into huge cracks, and the heroes could hardly see where their allies were through the tentacles.

"Tremble, fear, go mad! Mortals, I, Yogg-Saron, the God of Death, am showing you my true power!"

Yogg-Saron's crazy voice was directly conveyed to everyone's minds.

These sudden huge tentacles added the most powerful footnote to its threatening words.

Hundreds of thick tentacles, like moving giant trees, are madly crushing everything around them. In the face of such huge things, ordinary heroes can't play any role except for the Transcendent and the Guardians!

A human hero dodged the pincer attack of two incredibly thick tentacles almost in fear, but just after retreating two steps, a huge suction force suddenly came from behind. He ultimately failed to escape the sneak attack of the third tentacle, and was blown into the sky by the immense force.

Not to mention how much damage such an attack itself would cause, just falling from a height of hundreds of meters would be enough to smash a person to pieces.

"Wind Spirits!"

"Storm of Nature!"

"Fury of the Winds!"

The Archdruids, Shamans, and Janna, the "Fury of the Storm," immediately activated their spells the moment these terrifying tentacles burst out of the ground, making the bodies of those heroes in the lair who could not fly or were clumsy become as light as the wind, and even fly directly.

The other Guardians also used their abilities to help them.

But Yogg-Saron didn't care, it just needed these mortals to be afraid, and now it has done it.

Since the start of the war, the heroes who came to crusade against Yogg-Saron have hardly received any damage, and even the entire attack has been smooth, so that they almost forgot that they were facing the oldest, most evil, and most powerful creature in the entire Azeroth—the Old God!

All the previous attacks were just its small-scale games. Even now, because it is in a cage, Yogg-Saron can only exert a small part of its true strength.

But even so, such power has brought unprecedented heavy damage to the crusaders.

The emotion of fear was instantly spread to almost everyone's heart.

These thick and terrifying tentacles ravaged for half a minute, and Yogg-Saron had reached its limit.

As soon as the time was up, these tentacles, which were more terrifying than dragons, instantly shrank back underground. Only the bottomless pits visible everywhere on the ground proved the fear they had just sown.

If Yogg-Saron had launched such an attack from the beginning, I am afraid that at least half of the people present would have been completely crushed.

After all, not every hero is strong enough to cope with such terrifying things.

"It's gone, those tentacles."

"It's so terrifying!"

"Will it, will they, drill out again?"

"Don't get close to those pits, be careful they drill out of there again!"

The huge tentacles that had just drilled out of the pits simply left a psychological shadow on the heroes. What kind of pits are those? Each one is more than a hundred feet in diameter and bottomless. It is not certain that all the mortal heroes can fill them up. Moreover, this should be regarded as Yogg-Saron's first display of its power. It turns out that the previous tentacles, which were as thick as bowls and buckets, were just children's toys, and those faceless ones were just dispensable miscellaneous soldiers.

And that avatar of Yogg-Saron had already taken advantage of the chaos to escape into the barrier at the cost of being injured.

It looked mockingly at the mortals who were celebrating their escape from the black barrier.

"You think this is the end? No, this is just the beginning!" Yogg-Saron's evil voice came from the octopus monster's dozens of mouths, forming a unique resonance, as if dozens of Yogg-Sarons were speaking at the same time.

"Everyone be careful of Yogg-Saron's conspiracies and tricks!"

"Hurry up and go to the newly made Wells of Intellect to recover, quickly!"

"Only realizing it now? It's too late!" Yogg-Saron's avatar opened all the huge mouths full of fangs on its head, and let out a terrifying roar.

"Submit to me, surrender to the true face of death. Come, my servants! Serve your true master!"

Everyone was disturbed by Yogg-Saron's crazy whispers, but this was not the end, but the beginning of true chaos.

"Be careful!" Freyja, the Lifebinder, suddenly felt an incomparably powerful and crazy force emanating from Yogg-Saron's avatar in that magical barrier.

"Yogg-Saron is using mental control! Quickly concentrate your will to resist!"

She issued a loud warning and immediately used her guardian powers to protect the heroes who hadn't managed to get close to the Well of Souls.

Ysera, Alexstrasza, and Hodir, the King of Winter, also simultaneously unleashed their divine powers in an attempt to shield the mortals. Dream magic, life magic, ice magic, and life magic – though different in composition, each had its own way of protecting people's minds from Yogg-Saron's evil intentions.

Normally, the power of just Freya and Hodir would have been enough to save the mortals on the verge of madness. Now, with the addition of Ysera and Alexstrasza's divine powers, it should have been even more certain. However, the actual situation did not improve with the addition of the two Dragon Aspects.

Yogg-Saron completely disregarded its own safety. Sensing the resistance from the four powers, its insane will injected even greater force. The divine powers of the four guardians were like a small boat in a raging storm, and when a higher wave came, their resistance was shattered.

Freya's guardian power was quickly defeated. Her chest felt as if it had been struck by a boulder, but this was nothing compared to Yogg-Saron's actions. She exclaimed:

"It's gone mad!"

Yogg-Saron must have gone mad! Otherwise, how could it unleash such power before breaking free from the Titan prison!

The guardians of Ulduar were also the wardens of this massive prison, and they were very clear about Yogg-Saron's condition underground.

The sudden eruption of this Old God, sending hundreds of tentacles out from the depths, was almost the limit of its struggle, and even so, it would definitely suffer serious damage. But now, the mental power that Yogg-Saron was unleashing was no less damaging to itself than forcibly breaking free from the cage.

The Titan's cage tightly restricted Yogg-Saron's body. If the prison were seen as a wire mesh, most of Yogg-Saron's main body could not possibly protrude through the gaps in the mesh.

Even if it forced its way through, it could only extend some relatively small tentacles. Even then, these tentacles would hardly be able to move far from the body, let alone stretch out naturally and even break through the ground.

The Titan's prison was not so easily breached. It was imprisoned to ensure that its influence could never reach the surface.

If a person wanted to extend their hand through a wire mesh that could only fit a finger, they would have to allow the mesh to cut their palm.

The reason Yogg-Saron was able to extend those thick tentacles, which were truly part of its own body, was because it had almost completely abandoned them, forcibly squeezing them out of the Titan's cage!

It was uncertain whether it could harm the heroes in the chamber, but as long as it did so, it would definitely suffer serious damage!

Those hundreds of tentacles, or even more, were completely "ruined."

The black blood of Yogg-Saron that stained those tentacles was because they had been severely cut when forcibly squeezing through the mesh of the Titan's cage.

Similarly, due to the restrictions of the cage, the intensity of the mental power that Yogg-Saron could safely use was also strictly limited. The mental power that had just crushed the combined forces of the two guardians and the two Dragon Aspects had clearly far exceeded the range it could safely use.

Regardless of Yogg-Saron's conspiracy, after these two attacks, it had been severely injured. Even tens of thousands of years might not be enough to recover from such injuries.

Freya couldn't understand it at all. They were just here to reinforce the seal, so why was Yogg-Saron acting so frantically?

Under these circumstances, as long as they reinforced the seal in the end, even if Yogg-Saron understood the divine powers of the four guardians, it would probably have to spend tens of thousands of years in this prison again. Because even if it had a way to target the guardians' seal next, it would not have the power to carry it out.

As Freya said, Yogg-Saron had gone mad!

Only Yogg-Saron itself knew how much damage these two forced uses of power beyond its limits had caused it.

But it had no choice.

On one side was N'Zoth's urging and threats, and on the other was Aiden's frantic destruction within its belly. Even if it wanted to compromise with these invaders and accept the fate of being sealed again, Aiden in its belly probably wouldn't agree.

Who would be willing to merely seal Yogg-Saron when they could solve the problem once and for all?

Yogg-Saron knew Aiden's plan very well. Now, it could only risk everything and see who couldn't hold on first!

Just as its mental power crushed the joint interception of the four guardians, its insane will finally successfully reached those heroes whose minds had been unknowingly influenced but had not been able to get close to the Well of Souls.

In the blink of an eye, most of these mortals who had come to Crusade it instantly lost their minds. Their eyes turned bloodshot, and a moment ago they were still dealing with Yogg-Saron, but now they turned their weapons against those comrades who had just fought side by side!

Although there had been so many twists and turns, Yogg-Saron still succeeded – at least partially succeeded!

"Titans above, Muradin, have you gone mad!"

"You… you're attacking me!"

"For the God of Death!"

Most of the heroes present instantly became Yogg-Saron's servants, and the entire chamber was immediately plunged into chaos. Those who had not lost their minds could no longer distinguish who was an ally and who was an enemy.

Those who were still conscious issued various commands in panic:

"Gather, gather! Gather towards the Well of Souls!"

"Quick, organize a defensive formation!"

"Stop those who are being controlled!"

"Hahahahaha…" Yogg-Saron's Laughing echoed from the depths to the chamber, and the entire closed space reverberated with eerie echoes. "Your failure is inevitable. Come, succumb to madness!"

Most of the people present were controlled, including, unfortunately, the paladin Saidan Dathrohan.

When Yogg-Saron's mad whispers descended, this paladin leader felt that his eyes were completely shrouded in a layer of blood. In his eyes, those around him who had not fallen into madness suddenly became hateful.

A voice in his heart kept shouting: Kill them all, kill them all! They are the enemy, they are evil, they are the source of corruption!

Dathrohan saw Uther, and the voice in his heart urged him to wave the weapon in his hand at him.