Having verified what he had been looking for all his life, Benedictas was overjoyed in his exhaustion, and he commanded the cultists to plunder the ruined palaces of the Bugmen, finding the special crystals and steel that the Bugs had excavated from underground, and then allowing the Bugs to quickly dig a passage underground to the seashore further south of the ruins.

Bishop Twilight has a new goal, and he doesn't plan to waste his time here.

However, Benedictas did not know that all his actions fell into the eyes of another "peer".

It was a guy with a black hood wrapped in a hood, he sat in a dark passage, and the light curtain in front of him rippled like water waves, and from the suspended light curtain, he could clearly see all the actions of Benedictas.

"He's not dead... It's a big deal. ”

The hooded man said in a calm tone:

"And it looks like he's found something interesting... By the way, aren't you okay yet? ”

The hooded man turned his head to look behind him, and beside him, there was a huge tentacle belonging to Cthun, which was dotted with purple scales and runes and was covered with disgusting suckers, and on the tentacle pole behind him, a purple ritual dagger was inserted into the tentacle, and a touch of purple energy was wrapped around the surface of the purple dagger like a floating light, which looked extremely evil.

And in this purple shimmer, it also illuminates the hooded man's face... His face is no longer young, a little thin, and his eyes are squinted with a gentle light, he looks like a compassionate person, but the temperament he exudes indicates that this is a high-ranking person... It should be a clergyman.

In the face of his inquiry, the dagger trembled slightly, and then made a slightly hoarse and seductive voice:

"Don't worry, my little Chaldeans, there is still a lot of "nourishment" left in the decay of my countrymen, and don't you have pity on me, a poor woman who has been starving for millions of years? Let me eat some more... I promise, just a little more... Just a little bit, alas, alas, Cthun's soul has been taken, otherwise swallow that fool's soul, and I can borrow this body to resurrect completely... What a pity. ”

"Cthun is dead... My "sister", your henchmanship has dissipated. ”

The Archbishop of the Kingdom of Stormwind, Chaldean, habitually drew a religious symbol on his chest, and he whispered:

"It died under the joint efforts of several parties, do you want to be the next one? You see, the real devil should not have a face, and once the devil has a face, the warrior has a goal... Hiding behind the scenes and dominating everything is what we should do. ”

The Chaldeans spoke, and he took the pocket watch out of his pocket, looked at it before his eyes, and then said to the greedy dagger, which drew the power of the void:

"Hurry up, if I don't go back, they're going to suspect me... Varian, the king I haven't seen in a long time, he's become much more shrewd, like a feared wolf king, and I'll have to disguise myself more perfectly. ”

"Varian?"

The dagger said disdainfully:

"Just a mere mortal, if you want, my little Chaldea, you can stop him breathing in a nightmare tonight, can't you? Why care about blood? Kill him! Then steal the dominance of the Stormwind Kingdom, and you will be a great ruler... Hehe, I know, you will be a competent ruler! ”

"You forgot the sword?"

A flash of disdain flashed in Chaldean's eyes, but it was fleeting, and he whispered:

"That sword, I can smell the hatred of the power of the void from a few hundred meters away, that sword extends a new posture in Varian's hands, a more powerful posture, although we are not afraid of it, there is no need to destroy everything we have carefully prepared... Hiding in the shadows is the best way to act, and not only will I not hurt Varian, I will do my best to help him! ”

"I can feel the confusion in that king's heart, but you and I don't know what his return means to the backwater of the human empire, and maybe the next chaotic storm will be uncovered by Varian's own hands... That's the real opportunity! ”

"Wow"

As soon as Chaldean's words fell, the dagger burped as if it were a truly well-fed person, and the next moment, the purple eyeball-shaped gem used for decoration on the handle of the ceremonial dagger suddenly seemed to "come to life", as if it had become a real eyeball, it closed strangely once, then rotated, and finally changed into a crystalline eyeball gem again, but more ornate and clearer than before.

"Hmm... I'm full... It's so comfortable. ”

The lazy voice of Miss Saratas, the fifth ancient god, sounded in Chaldean's heart, and she whispered:

"Let's go, there's nothing left to be nostalgic here, the dragon's fire will burn everything that remains here... But you and I shouldn't forget that there are still two villains in this world who prey on us... You'll continue to help me, right? My little Chaldeans? ”

"Of course..."

Chaldea stood up, drew the purple dagger from the shriveled flesh and hung it in the plain scabbard at his waist, straightened his robe, held the emblem of light on his chest in the palm of his hand, and whispered:

"As always..."

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"Whew!"

The muffled chant of the dragon resounded throughout the entire completely calm Silisus in the early morning of the fourth day after the end of the war, and in the light of the dawn, the entire coalition camp boiled over.

Soldiers of all ethnic groups climbed on the high ground in a hurry, and the non-commissioned officers did not stop them, and everyone did not want to miss today's wonders.

In front of the wall of beetles, the commanders of the coalition forces also stood on top of the vicissitudes of life, Arthas in armor was still a little pale, the sequelae of being hit by a mental shock from Cthun made the king still feel a pain in his head from time to time, but this was much better than the previous days, it is said that when Arthas was carried out by Varian, he was like a fool, and only had a saliva and a smile.

But this battle meant a lot to Arthas, after truly seeing the power of the old gods, the arrogance in the heart of the Paladin King because of the "repulsion" of Tyrion was completely broken, and he saw the hidden power behind this world... He recognized his own insignificance and weakness, especially the shame of Alsace compared to Varian standing beside him...

After all, it was Varian who personally held the sword and cooperated with the demigod Agamagan to kill the illusion of the power of the ancient gods, and if it were not for Varian, the high-ranking members of the coalition army and the demigod Agamagan of the wilderness would probably be wiped out.

According to Varian, Tyrion who really burst out at full strength probably wouldn't be weaker than Cthun... In other words, the previous "battle" on the Northrend continent was probably just a "game" between the Great Lord of the Dark Blade and the young man, which also made Arthas afraid for a while, if he continued to develop with such a mentality, if he faced Tyrion again in the future, he would definitely die a miserable death.

"What are you thinking? Alsace? ”

Varian reached out and patted Arthas on the shoulder, as he had done when the two had been in Lordaeron, and then handed his flask to the Paladin King, who smiled, took the flask, took a sip of his wine, and looked at the dozen or so black dots looming in the distant sky, and he whispered:

"I'm thinking about the future... Varian, are you really not going to go back to White Tower Harbor with me to meet the Pope? With the exterminator in your hands, and your ability to turn the tide in this war, the Pope may support you as emperor..."

Arthas pursed his lips, he looked at the alien sword that Varian was carrying behind him, wrapped in linen, and a hint of loss flashed in his blue eyes, and he said:

"I... I will also support you to become emperor, you are more qualified than me. ”

"Don't be stupid!"

Varian sensed the loss in Arthas's heart, and he patted Arthas on the shoulder vigorously, and he whispered:

"I don't want to be emperor, at least not now... Give me some time, and give you some time, Arthas, I'm going back to the Stormwind Kingdom first, and fulfilling my duty to the people, and then what's next... Let's talk about it later. ”

Varian looked at the dragons as they got closer, and he smiled at Arthas:

"Do you need me to tell His Majesty Drake about your marriage to Anna on your behalf? I think that this time I saved so many people, as well as the soldiers of Kul Tiras, His Majesty Drake will always sell me face. ”

Arthas looked up sharply, he looked at Varian, and then said something unnaturally:

"Thank you, Varian, then."

"Haha, then it's decided!"

Varian took a pleasant sip of wine, and in the midst of the howling wind, the ground was rolled up in the gravel, and a dozen dragons flapped their wings and flew over the coalition camp, causing the soldiers to cheer, and the huge figures flew over the ruins of its temple, opening their dragon kisses full of sharp teeth, spraying the scorching dragon's breath on the remnants of the ruins, and for a moment, the scorching flames raged in the desert.

"Let's go out and see, Arthas."

Varian stared at the burning flames, and suddenly said to Arthas:

"Go to the Federation with your own eyes, see the civilization there, see the new life of our people, whether you want to become an emperor or not, I think you should go and see it, whether it is to understand the enemy, or to eliminate the obsession and confusion in your heart..."

"Will Tyrion allow us to go?"

The Paladin King asked, "That's his territory, after all." ”

"Nope! Arthas, that's not Tyrion or Darkblade's territory! ”

Varian whispered to Arthas:

"That's the territory of the Federation, another human civilization, exactly the same as us, from the same source as us, the dark blade is the dark blade, the Federation is the Federation, you have to distinguish this, who is our current enemy, who is our future friend, this is very important, of course, I am just a suggestion."

With that, Varian patted Arthas on the back and walked over to the commanders standing on the other side.

Shantis. General Hazuki sat on the wall of the beetle, she didn't wear the iconic black bat helmet, her hair braided and hung down on her chest, the night elf general held a bottle of fruit wine in his hand, and stared quietly at the burning temple of Qila in front of her, her eyes were full of light, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The orc Blox, with his arms hanging in bandages, stood with Halver in his arms, the two of them not knowing what to say before the blazing flames, and occasionally erupted into laughter, while the Deer Helm with the high-ranking druids of the Blightcallers constantly marked something on a map.

The coalition has reached a decision, and after the dragons have burned the void here, the subsequent cleanup of the Angela Temple battlefield will be taken over by the Blightcallers, who will use a special method to clean up the remains of Cthun, and then work all the way down to clean the tentacles of the Elder Gods deep into the core of the world, which is an extremely complex task that requires many people to work together.

Moreover, cleaning up the world's core will inevitably affect the entire world, so this work must be done slowly, and it is foreseeable that the development of the withering in the next ten years will revolve around the world trauma of Silisus.

Varian looked back, werewolf lord Darius and King Liam of Gilneth were talking farther away, and Shore was long gone, and he saw Archbishop Chaldea patrolling the lively camp with a group of priests, and the king hesitated before walking towards Chaldean, who was changing the straps of a minotaur warrior.

And when the king approached, the ceremonial dagger on Chaldean's waist suddenly shook, making Chaldea raise his head suddenly, and he saw Varian approaching, and when Chaldea looked over, the exterminator behind Varian also jumped, making the king's eyes more puzzled.

The legendary weapon of the Exterminator seems to be very dissatisfied with Archbishop Chaldean, and even has a faint hostility.

"Your Majesty Varian!"

The Chaldeans, with a compassionate professional smile, walked briskly to Urien, and then bowed to him with great respect, as in the past, and the archbishop raised his head and said to the king sincerely:

"The Stormwind Kingdom looks forward to your return, Your Majesty!"

"I'm also looking forward to the day I go home, but Bishop Chaldea, there are some things I need to discuss with you in advance."

Varian made a "please" gesture to the Chaldeans, the archbishop nodded, and the two walked towards the wall of beetles, and as they walked, Varian whispered:

"I want to invite the Blightburners to enter the Stormwind Kingdom and use the spells of the druids to explore a new farming model for the people, although I haven't been to the Glitter Plains, but I have also heard about the desolation of that place, and our original planting experience is no longer useful."

This topic made Chaldean's eyes jump, and he thought for a moment, and then whispered:

"It's not up to me to decide, Your Majesty, another faith has to go through the Pope's order to enter the Kingdom..."

"But you're the Archbishop of the Stormwind Kingdom, Chaldeans!"

A twinkle flashed in Varian's eyes, and he interrupted the archbishop's narration with a little arrogance, and then looked at Chaldean:

"The matter of faith in the Stormwind Kingdom is up to you, isn't it? So what I want to know more is, will you support me, or will... Against me? ”

The archbishop heard a hint of questioning in Varian's tone, and the temperament exuded from this long-lost king reminded him of another person in the beginning... Lothar after becoming emperor!

After a few seconds, Chaldea silently drew a religious symbol on his chest, and he lowered his head and whispered:

"Your will reigns supreme... My Majesty. ”