Survival

Who says it isn't? They've been beaten to our doorstep. Al'Akir is as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He can barely protect himself, how could he be in the mood to think about anything else?

At this moment, he was filled with regret. The current situation is that the power gap between him and the Avengers cannot be bridged by any amount of wisdom.

After a short rest, the Avengers officially set foot in Al'Akir's forbidden territory.

Apart from the Titans, no one has ever reached this place. For mortals, this is an unprecedented honor. Once Al'Akir falls, each of their names will be written into history. Perhaps soon, bards will sing this story: fearless heroes stepped into the realm of the evil Wind Lord, and after a fierce battle, ended his evil reign on his throne!

Just thinking about it made the heroes present excited.

However, Al'Akir was out of luck. He racked his brains but couldn't think of any way to defeat these invaders, or even a way for him to survive.

"Should I... surrender?" Al'Akir's knees weren't that strong, and he had surrendered before, more than once.

You should know that the elements were born with the original Azeroth. They are the oldest beings in the world.

When the Titans first came to Azeroth, they only transformed the environment here and did not fight with anyone.

After the Titans left, the Old Gods, drifting from the depths of the universe, parasitized the planet Azeroth. They released the Curse of Flesh, corrupted the Titans' creations, and quickly grew stronger. The elemental lords also led their servants to fight against the increasingly powerful Old Gods, but they failed and knelt for the first time, becoming servants of the Old Gods.

When the Titans returned to Azeroth, the elemental creatures participated in the war as servants of the Old Gods. The result was predictable: their masters failed, and the elemental creatures themselves did not escape the fate of being sealed.

This was the second time the elemental lords had knelt, this time to the Titans.

After being sealed, the elemental lords severed their relationship with the Old Gods. Although they were confined to their own realms, they became theoretically free. At this time, they made different choices:

"Stone Mother" Therazane chose to completely avoid the world, staying in Deepholm, ignoring everyone.

"Tidehunter" Neptulon has always been a rebellious guy. He basically maintained neutrality, but was more inclined to befriend mortals. Especially after Ragnaros was summoned to Blackrock Mountain, in order to fight against this mortal enemy, he also sent his water elemental duke, Hydross the Unbound, to lead the Hydraxian Waterlords to unite with mortals to fight against the fire elementals lurking in Molten Core at that time.

"Fire Lord" Ragnaros, under the temptation of the Old Gods, returned to the old camp, because the master promised to let his flames incinerate the entire world in the future, and no other elemental lord could stop him. So he knelt for the third time.

As for "Wind Lord" Al'Akir, he was also a restless person. He listened to N'Zoth's great plan, considered it, and felt that the Old Gods had a high chance of winning, and that N'Zoth himself was an Old God of great wisdom, very worthy of his allegiance.

So he himself knelt for the third time, joining the Old Gods.

Al'Akir never expected that he would not have enjoyed the benefits promised by the Old Gods, and even after just breaking free from the seal for such a short time, he would encounter such a desperate situation.

A very serious question was placed before him:

To be or not to be, that is the question...

"Smart people" think too much. Before Al'Akir could make a decision, the enemies had already reached his throne. It must be said that in the face of destiny's choice, Al'Akir was somewhat indecisive.

He had surrendered three times already, and surrendering to these mortals now wasn't impossible. He had no psychological burden about this. But the psychological burden wasn't the key; the key was what price he would pay for surrendering.

Al'Akir's throne was a circular platform, with the Wind Lord in the very center of the platform. He himself occupied a large part of this platform. Although surrounded by the crowd, Al'Akir's huge size still had a strong oppressive force.

When the first person arrived at the throne, Al'Akir did not take the lead in attacking, seemingly following some kind of "etiquette", unwilling to attack unprepared, but in fact, he had been thinking about how to choose.

Soon the heroes gathered here, and Aiden also followed the "etiquette" and shouted: "Al'Akir, are you ready to die?"

As the "leader of the group", he should be responsible for starting the fight, which shouldn't be wrong.

Al'Akir stopped thinking and seriously asked: "Aiden, do you think you can defeat the Old Gods and prevent the Hour of Twilight from coming?"

"Of course we can, we must be able to." Although Aiden didn't know why Al'Akir asked this, whether it was out of sarcasm or provocation, this was his answer.

This world has such a good start. Of the three living Old Gods, two have completely died, leaving only one lingering on. What reason does he have to think he will fail?

"But I still think you don't understand the power of the Old Gods." Al'Akir slowly shook his head. He already had an answer in his heart.

He cannot surrender, he cannot surrender to mortals.

Even if it meant that it would soon die at the hands of these invaders, that was better than surrendering and ultimately having N'Zoth win—if it betrayed the Old Gods, its fate at the final moment would be more terrifying than death.

Recalling N'Zoth's intricate plans, Al'Akir didn't believe these mortals could win.

More importantly, if these mortals killed it, someday it would still have a chance to be reborn. Perhaps it would require tens of thousands of years of waiting, but there would still be hope. But if it were killed by the Old Gods, that would truly be the end.

It calmed itself, raised the storm-encircled greatsword in its hand, and sighed, "This world will ultimately be ruled by the Old Gods; you have almost no chance of victory."

Aiden also raised the greatsword in his hand and responded, "'Almost no chance' is not the same as 'absolutely no chance.' Besides, this is a problem we should be considering, so don't trouble yourself, Al'Akir. You should consider your own fate—or rather, consider what kind of death you want to choose; perhaps I will mercifully grant it."

These words deeply stung Al'Akir, and it roared, "Then there's nothing more to say. I accept your challenge, mortals! Know that you are facing Al'Akir, the Wind Lord! Don't think you can easily defeat me! This is my kingdom, and I will make you pay an absolutely terrible price!"

After making the most difficult choice, Al'Akir's voice became high-pitched. The battle had begun; it brandished its greatsword, summoning gusts of wind to impact the people around the high platform.

The heroes immediately used their abilities, trying to avoid being swept away by the wind while counterattacking. As for those heroes who lacked the means to deal with the whirlwind, they all gathered around Janna, who could provide them with protection.

The scene was somewhat chaotic, giving Al'Akir an opportunity. This was the real world; Al'Akir wouldn't foolishly stand in the center of the high platform without moving, like a wooden stake being attacked. As the Wind Lord, speed was its forte. In the Throne of the Four Winds, almost no one could match its speed.

It transformed into a gust of wind, blowing the surrounding people off balance. Al'Akir was as fast as lightning, almost instantly rushing in front of the Titan Guardians and launching an attack.

Without a doubt, in its mind, these Titan constructs were extremely threatening, and also relatively clumsy, making them the most suitable breakthrough point.

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This was the first time people had seen Al'Akir go all out; even Aiden hadn't expected Al'Akir to be so fast! By the time he reacted, this long-planned strike had already landed on Anhuur, the Temple Guardian in his Tol'vir form, guardian of the Halls of Origination.

This Tol'vir Paladin, who used holy power, didn't even have time to cast a Shield of Light on himself before he was decapitated.

But this was not the end; Setesh, another guardian in charge of "Chaotic Creations," immediately followed in Anhuur's footsteps. Al'Akir smashed down with a punch, and the terrifying wind pressure directly turned it into dust.

With just the first strike, Al'Akir had claimed two targets!

This was the most serious loss since the attack on the Skywall; in the previous battles, not a single hero had been sacrificed, and not even seriously injured.

Aiden quickly slowed down the flow of time, only then seeing Al'Akir's movements clearly.

The Wind Lord's third target was Freya, the guardian of Ulduar, the "Lifebinder." It believed that Freya could constantly provide healing and protection to others, and if it couldn't kill her with one blow, any enemy could be saved by her.

Although Al'Akir didn't play games, it knew the importance of "killing the healer" in team battles.

Aiden locked onto the opponent's attack trajectory and immediately responded.

A holy light descended from the sky, enveloping Freya before Al'Akir's attack arrived, protecting her.

"Wall!" Aiden uttered this word, and a faint gray wall, invisible to the naked eye, instantly rose in Al'Akir's path.

This was the "Wall of Time," and any target passing through it would be greatly slowed down. Once Al'Akir rushed up, it would completely lose its speed advantage.

In the normal flow of time, this was just a brief moment, and the others were still in shock or rushing towards Al'Akir, trying to intercept it. When Al'Akir saw a layer of holy protection on Freya, it was too late to switch targets.

Although it was a little disappointed, it wasn't frustrated. If every sneak attack of its could succeed, then why would it worry about its own safety?

These people could fight to here, of course, they wouldn't be scared away because it had superb speed.

Al'Akir allowed inertia to carry it forward towards Freya, and tried to adjust the strength of the attack, while looking for the next sneak attack target. But before it could figure out whether to attack the guardian Anraphet or Anmot next to it, it suddenly felt like its hands and feet were tied, and its movements suddenly became extremely sluggish.

"Crap!" Al'Akir secretly cried out.

It had unknowingly crashed into the Wall of Time, greatly reducing its speed.

The other heroes originally couldn't keep up with its movements, but this gave them a great opportunity. Suddenly, a large wave of attacks came flooding in.