"Damn it! Is it not over yet? Will their shells never reach the target?"
"Don't talk nonsense! After the bombardment, the enemy will launch an attack! At that time, the front line will need fierce firepower support!"
"Prepare the fel artillery positions! Hurry up! You damn lazy bastards!"
"That's not enough! Where are the Shadow Warlock and the Fel Mage? Why haven't they been active for three hours?"
"Do you fucking think the spellcaster is a perpetual motion machine? They have been fighting for more than twelve hours straight, and their mana has long been used up."
"What about the portal? Is the portal to Argus open?"
"No. I don't know what happened. Both the portal and the communication are down. We can't get any supplies or troops at the moment."
…
Accompanied by the roars, quarrels and roars of the senior demon commanders of the Burning Legion, the positions that had already been riddled with holes were once again mobilized to prepare for a new round of attacks.
Obviously, these guys still don’t know what happened on the planet Argus. They simply think that their connection with the headquarters has been cut off for some unknown reason.
Once the portal is connected again, the Legion's endless stream of demonic hordes will be able to immediately turn the tide and teach the opponent a lesson.
However, unlike his subordinates who still maintained an optimistic attitude, Kil'jaeden could not smile at all now.
Because ever since the Devil Astartes passed through the portal and landed on the planet Argus and set up fortifications, he has been able to receive the latest battle reports from General Elodus of the Antoran Command Council.
For example, the mobile forces that the Burning Legion had finally assembled were all killed by the enemy's destructive weapons. Another example is Illidan Stormrage, the damn night elf traitor, who actually led a small team and continued to advance deep into the earth's center, and even controlled the incarnation left behind when Sargeras invaded Azeroth.
In short, anyone with a bit of brains and common sense can tell from the successive reports that the situation is not good.
Kil'jaeden seriously suspected that the interruption of the portal and communications was actually caused by the enemy sending elite troops to raid the core node of the portal located in the Burning Throne, and even the guardian Hasabel might have been killed.
This is the only way to explain why not only the portal connection was interrupted, but also the communication did not receive any response.
But what puzzled him was how the other party had broken through the numerous obstacles and entered the Burning Throne deep in the center of the earth in such a short time, and even destroyed or even seized the portal node? You know, the entire Burning Legion's resources and manpower deployment depended on the interplanetary portal network.
So its importance is self-evident that almost every road leading to the area is heavily guarded.
Just as Kil'jaeden was stroking his chin and lost in thought, the bombardment of New Phyrexia, which occurred on average every two or three hours, finally began without fail.
Thousands of demons were seen hiding in underground shelters or defensive buildings made of magical metals, and some even directly set up magic protective shields.
In just a few minutes, dense black spots appeared in the sky.
As these black spots grew larger, shrill screams echoed in the sky above the Burning Legion's position.
Then violent shaking, explosions and flames covered a large area around.
Boom boom boom boom! Countless pieces of rubble and dirt, mixed with the incomplete bodies of demons torn apart by the shock wave, flew into the air. After some shells fell, in addition to the explosion, they also produced incidental effects such as lightning, frost, arcane, and holy light.
Although the fel anti-aircraft guns were firing at full speed to intercept, it was still a drop in the bucket in the face of such intensive and brutal bombardment.
Fortunately, there were spellcasters in important areas to provide shields, so the damage suffered was not serious.
The ones who suffered the heaviest casualties were always the Flame Imps who were used as cannon fodder, and the Gangerge who were used as coolies and low-level technicians.
In addition, several fel artillery positions are also the focus of attention.
Almost every saturation bombardment of New Phyrexia will destroy the fel artillery positions in the designated area, clearing the way for subsequent attacks.
When the fel artillery position on the western high ground was completely reduced to ruins, the half-hour-long frenzied bombing finally ended.
Before the commanders of the Burning Legion's demons could recover from their dizzy state, thousands of shining oil creatures launched a fearless charge.
Most of them are puppets that Shuoyou randomly pieced together from corpses and metals collected on the battlefield, and have specially enhanced melee combat capabilities.
Because they have no souls, they all look a little dull and stupid.
But the good thing is that since these oil-burning creatures have neither souls nor self-awareness, they cannot produce negative emotions such as fear or terror at all.
Once the order to attack is given, they will rush forward without hesitation, even if facing the most fierce firepower network or the most invincible enemy.
Most importantly, through a round of saturation bombardment, New Phyrexia successfully forced the enemy to hide in places that could provide them with protection, causing almost all the front-line troops to run away.
Because if you don't run you will be blown to death.
Rather than being killed in vain, it is better to hide and wait until you can withstand this round of attacks and then take back the position.
The New Phyrexian creations took advantage of this time difference to close the distance and force the Burning Legion's demons to engage in a bloody battle with them in narrow trenches and tunnels until all the cannon fodder participating in the attack were killed.
Through this cruel pair tactic, not only can the enemy's manpower be weakened to the maximum extent, but also the opponent's survival and tactical space can be continuously squeezed.
After all, there are only so many demon troops entering Azeroth, and every death is one less.
On the other hand, in New Phyrexia, there are as many cannon fodders as needed.
Not only can the enemy's corpses, armor, and weapons be fully utilized, but your own as well.
This means that as the war continues, the number of cannon fodder created by Shuoyou will only increase like a snowball.
Once a certain critical point is exceeded, the endless supply of cannon fodder alone can fill up the seemingly indestructible fortifications.
"How long will it take for the Satyrs and the remnants of the Scourge to get here?"
Kil'jaeden looked at the fighting in the distance and suddenly asked.
The adjutant quickly responded, "The Satyrs should be able to reach the outskirts of Mount Hyjal in about three days.
The Scourge led by the Dreadlord will take at least another week.
You know, the strength of the alliance is no longer what it used to be, and it is basically impossible to cross the sea by ship.
The Kul Tiran fleet led by Jaina will sink any hostile ships that attempt to cross the Great Sea.
Even the most rampant Bloodsail Pirates and Blackwater Pirates have now disappeared and gone into hiding.
So the safest way is to hire a goblin airship.
Although these green-skinned dwarves are cunning and greedy, it is undeniable that as long as they are paid enough money, they are willing to risk being labeled as rapists and provide services to anyone. "
"What about the warlock groups hidden within each race? Didn't they make any noise?"
Kil'jaeden continued to ask with a frown on his face.
Unlike other demons in the Burning Legion who think highly of themselves and look down on mortals.
Having experienced the failure in the War of the Ancients, he was very clear about the enormous potential of the mortals in this world. Almost every one of them had more or less power bestowed by the Titans in their blood, as well as the flesh and blood curse of the Ancient Gods, so it should never be taken lightly.
If used well, it might become a surprise weapon and play an unexpected role.
In this regard, Kil'jaeden is much stronger than Archimonde.
Whether it was planning to let the orcs drink the blood of the Abyss Lord and become puppets of the Legion, or twisting Ner'zhul's soul into the Lich King and setting off the Undead Scourge, it can be regarded as an example of creating miracles at the lowest cost.
The Eredar lieutenant shook his head helplessly: "I am very sorry, great deceiver.
Since the last war just ended not long ago, all forces in Azeroth are on high alert against us.
Moreover, for some unknown reason, Queen Calia of the Kingdom of Lordaeron suddenly and without warning arrested warlocks and people who studied necromancy in the areas she ruled.
This directly led to our talents being caught red-handed just as they began their activities.
Other member states of the alliance have followed suit.
Some timid warlocks immediately hid themselves after realizing that something was wrong.
Today, the operation has basically failed.”
"What a bunch of rubbish!"
Kil'jaeden was obviously full of contempt and disgust for these guys who were indecisive, incompetent, and only wanted to be the first in knowledge and power.
If it were in the past, in a situation like this he would simply use some tricks to kill the other party the next time he summoned a demon, and then bring the soul back to torture it, so that everyone could see what the consequences of daring to disobey would be.
But unfortunately, he can't do that now.
Because no matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still meat.
Considering his current dire situation, he was hoping that a few capable guys among these warlocks would emerge to cause trouble and relieve the pressure here.
After several hours of fierce fighting, New Phyrexia once again chose to retreat.
It's not that they can't fight anymore, but they don't have a plan to wipe out all the enemies guarding the portal in one go.
In fact, the order Zuo Si gave here was to keep exerting pressure and let the Burning Legion dispatch more troops.
Therefore, the Demon Judge who was in charge of command at the front line also implemented this order.
Although every attack is extremely fierce, once the demons' defenses show signs of collapse, the New Phyrexia will immediately choose to retreat.
Faced with such a strange situation, Kil'jaeden certainly realized that something was wrong, and even believed in his heart that the enemy must be plotting something shady.
Just as he was about to stand up and cast fel magic to investigate the situation of the enemy's position, the voice of a female Eredar suddenly came from not far away.
"Look! There's a huge sphere in the sky! Could that be Argus?"
Following the direction of her finger, everyone saw a huge sphere emitting green light in the sky above their heads.
Since it was just getting dark, it was extremely clear against the black sky.
Even the huge cracks on the surface of the planet and the evil energy lakes and seas of varying sizes can be seen clearly.
At the same time, a question mark involuntarily popped up in the minds of the senior commanders of the Legion, including Kil'jaeden.
That is, how could their own nest suddenly appear near the planet Azeroth?
Could it be that the great dark titan Sargeras used his unparalleled power to break down the distance in space, forming a permanent wormhole between the two planets?
Or just teleport the entire planet here?
But no matter what, the appearance of the planet Argus near Azeroth greatly boosted the morale of the Burning Legion demons.
In their eyes, a situation like this where their own base and the boss all came out together was like a dragon riding on their face. How could they possibly lose?
On the other hand, people in other places in Azeroth also saw the strange scene suddenly appearing in the night sky, and began to discuss what it meant.
After all, there have always been only two moons and countless stars hanging in the night sky of this planet.
In addition, except for Illidan Stormrage, most of the native residents of Azeroth know very little about Argus, the lair of the Burning Legion, or have never heard of it, so many countries and forces feel nervous about this.
Dalaran, which was under reconstruction, held an emergency meeting to report to various kingdoms what it had observed through magic.
Especially the boiling evil energy on the surface, the countless cracks like spider webs, and the demons and devil Astartes who are fighting each other.
All of this instantly caused a huge shock among the top leaders.
At this moment, in the royal palace of Lordaeron, Calia Menethil was sitting on the throne where her father Terenas had once sat, wearing a crown and watching the fierce quarrel in the arena.
Because the whole thing was too explosive, whether it was Magni Bronzebeard, the dwarf king of Ironforge, Kael'thas, the leader of the high elves, or Varian Wrynn, the young monarch of the Stormwind Kingdom in the south, they all gathered here through the portal.
Even the night elf leaders Tyrande and Malfurion were on the list.
Of course, they, who were strongly hostile to arcane magic, did not come via teleportation, but instead landed by boat at the Silverpine Forest pier, which was closest to the capital of Lordaeron, accompanied by a large number of druids.
Because of the previous leakage of the power of Eonar, the Life-Binder, this land contaminated by death and the plague of natural disasters has regained its vitality.
This made the Cenarion Circle, which is committed to protecting animals and nature, very happy, and they were eager to witness this great miracle with their own eyes.
Tyrande and Malfurion also happened to want to discuss what was happening on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal with the Alliance countries, so they happened to meet here.
"Everyone! Please open your eyes and take a good look at this image of the planet's surface observed by the Dalaran mage! Look at the boiling green fel energy!
I'm sure this thing is some kind of destructive weapon of the Burning Legion demons! They want to destroy our homes and hometowns!
For Azeroth!
For the Alliance!
Is there any need to discuss this? I can't think of any solution to the current crisis except war!"
Magni Bronzebeard waved his short and thick arms and roared angrily, spitting directly into the face of the young King Varian Wrynn not far away.
Fortunately, the current King of Wa is still a young man and has not experienced the hardships of being treated as a slave gladiator, so his temper and demeanor are quite good, and he did not blame the other party for this.
What's more, the Dwarf King is a staunch ally in helping the Storm Kingdom to restore its independence. The two sides are planning to build a subway that runs through the underground to ensure that civilians can be quickly evacuated in the event of a similar situation. He simply took two steps back to avoid the splash range.
"Old friend, you are too radical. We don't even understand the situation yet. It is unwise to launch an attack rashly."
The sober King of Gilneas, Genn Greymane, tried to calm the hot-tempered dwarf.
Since the Undead Scourge was strictly restricted to Tirisfal Glades north of Silverpine Forest, his country was not besieged as it was originally, so there was naturally no need for Archmage Arugal to deal with werewolves. Apart from being a little older, he seemed to be in pretty good shape both physically and mentally.
The most important thing is that without the werewolf rebellion, Gilneas’ current population is almost greater than that of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, which has experienced war and massacre, making it the leading human kingdom.
At present, in addition to Calia, who has replaced her father as the leader of the Alliance, there is also Jaina, who has performed outstandingly in the war and is the one whose words carry the most weight.
But unfortunately, the dwarves, who are known for their stubbornness, don't care about these.
Magni Bronzebeard rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Radical? Irrational? Don't you see what time it is now?
It was a planet! A demon lair that was about the same size as Azeroth and filled with fel energy.
If we don't take the initiative to attack, they will attack and fight a war on our land.
Tell me, would you rather fight on enemy soil, or wait here for them to come knocking on your door, burning, killing, and pillaging like those damned orcs?"
There is no doubt that Magni Bronzebeard's words instantly activated Varian Wrynn's memory.
As the only royal family whose capital was captured and the country destroyed in the Orc War, he had experienced the pain firsthand and understood what a hellish scene it would be like when the enemy came in.
After a brief silence, he drew his sword and said solemnly: "On behalf of the Kingdom of Stormwind, I agree with His Majesty Magni Bronzebeard's proposal. If we want to fight this war, we must not fight it on our own homeland, but on the enemy's land."
"Respected Queen Jialiya, what do you think about this?"
Seeing that the Dwarf King's proposal had been supported by Stormwind Kingdom, Genn Greymane immediately turned his attention to the increasingly mature and beautiful figure on the throne.
To be honest, if he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have believed that the somewhat introverted, shy, and gentle Princess of Lordaeron would have made a 180-degree turn in her personality and become what she is now.
In particular, he recently announced that he would set up an audit committee to ensure that every noble's property could find a legal heir and that no impersonation incidents would be allowed. Then he turned around and began to strangle those who attempted to manipulate him and seize power from the royal family.
The result was that the aristocratic alliance, which was still jumping up and down in the last second, fell apart in the next second.
To be precise, anyone who carried too many things could not escape and was all caught up and killed by the undead army.
Therefore, these nobles who returned home did not have much wealth and were waiting to go home to retrieve or inherit their own property.
In fact, they were successful at the beginning.
Many people simply produce their ID cards, and then they can legitimately transfer all the property of their deceased relatives to their own names.
这也是为什么贵族那么跳的原因。
他们当中有太多一夜暴富，甚至是连续继承几个乃至十几个大型庄园。
有了钱和土地，自然就想要更多的权力和更高的社会地位，这是由人性中的贪婪决定的。
可现在随着审核委员会的建立，之前那些已经获得的财产又瞬间被冻结了。
理由也非常冠冕堂皇，那就是确保洛丹伦王国的贵族继承法可以得到百分之百的落实，决不允许有任何骗子践踏贵族的尊严与荣誉。
既然都涉及到了贵族的尊严和荣誉，那审核的稍微慢一点、仔细一点肯定是可以理解的吧？
毕竟这可是在维护整个贵族阶级的利益跟体面。
所以那些之前跳得最离家的家伙，现在一个个都有苦说不出。
只能眼睁睁看着原本已经落袋为安的财富又一次离自己远去。
一些挥霍无度的家伙，甚至现在就已经背负上了沉重的债务。
毕竟他们之前花掉的那些钱也都被勒令在极短时间内交还回去。
如果还不上，那就有可能被冠上小偷、骗子的称号。
为了维系自己的贵族体面，他们只能以那些还没拿到手的土地和财富去找商人抵押借贷。
不出意外的话，等待这些家伙的将会是无比漫长的审核过程。
甚至是到他们破产、流落街头、活活饿死的那一刻，审核都仍旧不可能通过。
吉恩·格雷迈恩简直无法想象，佳丽娅究竟是怎么想出如此恶毒且高明的政治手腕，一下子就把国内不服自己的贵族给打压下去。
那些原本跃跃欲试的骑墙派更是立马销声匿迹，再也不敢提半点干涉女王婚姻的提议了。
再加上教会的全力支持，现如今的佳丽娅完全就是“朕即国家”的典型。
她的意志就是洛丹伦王国的意志，她的话语就是这个国家至高无上的律法，她一声令下成千上万的士兵就会拿起武器前赴后继的发起进攻。
说句难听点的，即便是泰瑞纳斯的权力与之相比都差了许多。
看着在场那一双双充满期待的眼睛，佳丽娅缓缓从椅子上站了起来，面带微笑的说道：“诸位尊贵的国王陛下，我想这件事情可能没有你们想象中那么糟糕。
因为就在几分钟之前，我刚刚得到了来自神的旨意。
那个距离我们非常近的星球，实际上叫做阿古斯，原本是燃烧军团的老巢。
但是现在，它已经被彻底攻陷变成了一件战利品。
由于这颗星球也曾经孕育出过一位泰坦，因此伟大的神把它传送过来给我们的艾泽拉斯做个伴。
这样一来，艾泽拉斯的星魂就不会太过于孤单寂寞了。”
“战……战利品？！”
代表库尔提拉斯出席的吉安娜下意识张大了嘴巴。
尽管她是在场极少数知晓左思身份和力量的人，但对于把一个星球作为战利品带回来还是稍微有些过于炸裂了。
更何况这颗星球还是燃烧军团的老巢。
“没错。
请不必惊慌，神麾下的大军用不了多久便能将上边所有的燃烧军团余孽清理干净。
届时，阿古斯将成为艾泽拉斯的孪生星球，甚至可以进行移民和开发。
最后还有一个好消息，那就是燃烧军团已经彻底战败了。
他们在这个宇宙中的势力正在逐渐走向消亡。
就连他们的主宰，黑暗泰坦萨格拉斯也臣服在伟大神的脚下。
从今以后，我们将获得真正意义上的安全。”
在说这番话的时候，佳丽娅的语气中充满了赤裸裸毫不掩饰的崇拜与狂热。
“什么？萨格拉斯战败了？这怎么可能！”
玛法里奥脸上立刻浮现出震惊和难以置信的表情。
作为上古之战暗夜精灵一方的领袖之一，他可是切身感受过黑暗泰坦的力量，根本不觉得有任何人能够真正将其击败。
泰兰德更是皱起眉头质疑道：“你能百分之百确定这一切都是真的吗？我的意思是，就算萨格拉斯战败了，他也绝不可能臣服于任何人。”
“请注意用词和态度，月神艾露恩的女祭司。虽然仁慈的神并没有禁止其他的信仰存在，但你的怀疑显然已经冒犯到了他。”
佳丽娅转过身用充满警告意味的眼神盯着这位暗夜精灵的宗教领袖。
“冒犯？不，我可不觉得这是冒犯，而是应该归类到合理的怀疑。”
泰兰德显然也不是什么省油的灯，立马站在自己的立场上反驳道。
周围的人可以明显感觉到，这两位女士对视的眼神中甚至已经擦出了火花。
要知道宗教信仰这玩意可是有极强的排他性。
当两个不同的神，尤其是不同体系神的信徒碰到一起，有很大概率会吵起来或者打起来。
正当玛法里奥想要上前劝阻自己的妻子时，一道绿色的邪能传送门突然凭空开启，紧跟着两个熟悉的身影便从中走了出来，跟在他们身后的还有一支数量不多但却散发着彪悍气息的队伍。
“她说的没错，燃烧军团已经完蛋了，他们的首领黑暗泰坦萨格拉斯现如今已经臣服于索斯，这一切都是我亲眼看到的。”
刚刚从阿古斯星球传送过来的伊利丹直截了当向在场所有人发出了宣告。
玛维·影歌则补充道：“不光是萨格拉斯，还有万神殿中所有的泰坦，现在都已经是索斯的战利品了。不要怀疑！他现在就是整个实体宇宙至高无上的主宰，真正凌驾于一切之上的神。”
毫无疑问，两人的这番话瞬间如同核爆深深的震撼到了每一个人。
“我的兄弟！你是怎么知道这些的？”
玛法里奥用略带颤抖的声音问。
伊利丹咧开嘴笑着反问道：“你以为自从被驱逐之后我在这段时间里都干什么，亲爱的哥哥？ 继续为燃烧军团效力吗？
不，我跟索斯在很早以前就达成了协议。
这一次是我亲自带队突入阿古斯星球，掀起了这场终结燃烧军团的战争。
同样也是我冲进位于星球核心的燃烧王座炸毁了军团的传送门网络。
现在一切都结束了。
在很久很久以前，你曾经问过我究竟想要做什么。
现在请抬起头看着天空，那就是我一直以来想要给你们的答案。”
伴随着这句话脱口而出，王宫内所有人都不约而同转过身朝敞开的大门外望去。
结果在一片黑暗的天空之中，他们赫然看到了一个从天而降全身上下冒着炙热烈焰的巨大身影。
与他相比，艾泽拉斯星球简直就像是一个大号的球形玩具。
“萨……萨格拉斯？！！！！”
泰兰德失声喊出了这个让整个实体宇宙都闻之色变的黑暗泰坦名字。
不光是她，其余的人也都纷纷大惊失色，整个人完全失去思考和行动能力，就那样傻乎乎的站在原地。
就在玛法里奥全身上下已经被汗水浸透的时候，星球外太空轨道上的萨格拉斯突然开口冲着海加尔山所在的方向大喊道：“基尔加丹！我现在命令你和你的军团立刻向伟大的新非瑞克西亚之父投降，然后接受烁油洗礼拥抱光荣的进化。”
“什……什么？！！”
海加尔山军营内的欺诈者当场傻了。
他简直不敢相信这种话是从燃烧军团之主的嘴里说出来的。
“立刻投降！别让再说第三遍！”
萨格拉斯低下头让自己那张狰狞恐怖的面孔彻底遮蔽天空，两只冒火的眼睛更是直勾勾盯着欺诈者，扑面而来的巨大压力让周围其他燃烧军团的恶魔连大气都不敢喘一下。
“我能知道这是为什么吗？您为何会突然做出这样的决定？”
基尔加丹声音颤抖的想要得到一个解释。
“因为我醒悟了，察觉到了什么才是真正的真理。唯有在新非瑞克西亚之父的带领下才能达成万界归一的美好愿景，实现完美和谐的统一。”
萨格拉斯缓缓抬起手臂释放出体内的烁油，将其洒向下方那些毫无防备的恶魔。
看到这一幕，基尔加丹就算反应再迟钝也意识到自家老大这是被完化了。
由于跟新非瑞克西亚势力交战也有一段时间了，因此他很清楚“完化”指的就是通过那种叫做烁油的可怕物质对身体和灵魂进行侵染、改造，最终成为敌人中一员的过程。
包括曾经的老朋友阿克蒙德、末日领主卡扎克，以及众多深渊领主、恐惧魔王、艾瑞达军官，都是因为不知不觉间感染了烁油导致其思想、意识和人知道都发生巨大变化。
为了应对这种情况，军团技术部门还研发了一些装备和魔法，可以在一定程度上隔绝烁油。
但让基尔加丹万万没想到的是，自己这边才有了点应对的眉目，结果身为军团之主的萨格拉斯居然中招了。
What a irony! What a tragedy!
If possible, he really wanted to laugh and cry loudly to vent the complex emotions in his heart.
Faced with the shiny oil falling from the sky, the fraudster did not dodge at all and let it pour on his body, face, nose, mouth and eyes.
Because Kil'jaeden knew that when things had developed to this point, all resistance would be futile.
If anyone dares to resist, he will be greeted with the wrath of the Dark Titan.
In this way, on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal, countless demons of the Burning Legion are collectively being baptized by the burning oil.
After a while, a large number of metal structures began to grow on the bodies of the lowest-level ghosts, and some even had their skin peeled off, revealing the creepy muscles and capillaries inside.
The druids who were hiding in the distance and observing the scene did not dare to stay for even a second after seeing such a horrifying scene, and immediately turned around and started their return journey.
Because in their eyes, the creations of New Phyrexia are utterly twisted and unnatural.
If there was a Burning Legion in the past, and the two sides could check and balance each other, now there is only one company dominating the market.
The druids are very worried. If the Shining Oil spreads to the entire planet of Azeroth, how can they resist it? Will the Emerald Dream be completely eroded?
You have to know that compared with the infection speed and ability of the Shuo Oil, the ancient god who spent countless tens of thousands of years to fail to deal with the Star Soul is a complete joke.
While the residents of the entire planet Azeroth were trembling in fear, Zuo Si had quietly come to the core node of the magic network deep in the center of the earth. He said with interest to the Azeroth star soul that was constantly squirming and emitting soul echoes: "Don't worry, Sargeras has been dealt with by me. From now on, you don't have to worry about him stabbing you with his big sword."
"Ding-ling-ling!"
The star soul, which had not yet developed self-awareness, immediately made a pleasant sound upon hearing the good news.
In fact, although she has no self-awareness yet, she can already feel everything that happens in the outside world and even has her own emotions. When she encounters danger, she will ask for help from people living on this planet.
It feels a bit like a newborn baby.
Not only that, she also split a small piece from her star soul, shaped it into the appearance of a little girl of about five or six years old, bent down and bowed, her tender little face filled with a happy smile.
As the most powerful star soul known in the universe, Azeroth obviously possesses an ability very similar to that of little Annie, which is to sense whether a person is kind or malicious towards himself.
Although Zuo Si's own camp was evil, he always remained kind to her.
Therefore, Xinghun likes this magic web very much. It can not only protect her, but also come to the depths of the earth to accompany her every now and then, and it can also allow her to come into contact with other universes and various interesting creatures by weaving and extending the magic web.
To be precise, these are beneficial to the growth of Star Soul.
Because the key to awakening the star soul and determining its character and abilities lies in the intelligent creatures it comes into contact with.
Generally speaking, the more types and numbers of intelligent creatures one comes into contact with, the faster the star soul will awaken.
But without external help, most star souls can only come into contact with intelligent life on their own planet.
Therefore, the speed of awakening is very slow, even reaching units of hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of years.
This is also why after the birth of the first Titan Aman'thul, he immediately began to look for traces of his own kind, and transformed those planets with star souls, speeding up the awakening of star souls through artificial intervention.
However, Zuo Si's ability as the planeswalker spark obviously breaks this limitation.
Many time and space including the continent of Faerun, the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell, the magical earth, the Marvel Universe, the DC Universe, etc. have opened the door to a new world for the Azeroth Star Soul.
The exponential growth in the number of intelligent creatures and the thoughts, consciousness, and dreams they generate all cause the larval star souls to deviate from the path originally set by the Titans.
She is now obviously affected by the evil tendencies of Baator, and the violet color that originally symbolized the arcane has a hint of blush.
"Haha, what a cutie. Maybe I can consider getting some Deathfear Skin to help you get a body in advance."
Zuo Si reached out and touched the little thing that was split from the star soul.
As we all know, the initial state of the Star Gods in the Warhammer universe is similar to that of Star Souls. They are all pure energy bodies with no self-awareness at all and are completely driven by instinct.
Later, after coming into contact with the Necrontyr and obtaining a body, he gradually developed self-awareness, personality, and complex thoughts.
So he felt that if the Deathly Haunted Skin could accommodate the Star God, then it could naturally accommodate the Star Soul of the Titan.
The only question is whether the Azeroth star soul, which is still in a confused state, can understand the significance of doing so.
Another question is, if the Star Soul awakens in the Deathly Hate skin, will it maintain its current body, or will it regenerate an indestructible metal body?
With no previous experience to draw on, all of this is shrouded in mystery and uncertainty.
Thinking of this, Zuo Si couldn't help but think of the two research fanatics, Jinjitasha and Vashtor, and hoped that they could find something interesting in their research on the souls of the Titans.
Otherwise, he really wouldn't dare to take the risk of Azeroth's star soul.