The Demon of a Thousand Throats, Yog Saron, one of the five Old Gods who originally descended on the world of Azeroth, is not the strongest of the Old Gods, nor is it the one that is best at using conspiracy, in fact, after the Battle of Domination, Asha died, and of the remaining three Old Gods, it is the most inconspicuous and the most miserable.

Compared to Cthun, who was sealed in the south of the continent, and Enzos, who was sealed in the deep sea city of Niorosa, Yug Saron seems to have very bad luck, it is sealed in the deepest part of Ulduar, which is the stronghold of the Titan Guardians, and in terms of escape probability, Yug Saron has almost no hope of escaping here.

But the inconspicuous Yug Saron is a real ruthless character.

Quietly, it relied on its keen perception and dark power to completely dismantle the powerful guardian system, in fact, without the intervention of the Great Lord, it would be impossible for these fragmented guardians to unite again in such a short period of time.

And with the advantage of the Titan City, Yog Saron planted his flesh and blood tentacles in the Forge of Will, which is equivalent to extending his power to the cradle of the world spirit Elune, and after the death of the strongest ancient god Asha, Yog Saron is the most likely and promising Elder God to corrupt Elune from within.

Unfortunately, it doesn't have that opportunity anymore.

Because Elune, who sensed the threat, no longer planned to let it continue to exist like this.

The seal of Yog-Saron is not like the sealing chambers of other Elder Gods, full of the mechanical style of the Titan's creation, there are no working gears and tubes filled with Titan energy, in fact, the area inside this cage has been completely distorted by the power of the Elder Gods for tens of thousands of years.

It looked like a normal cavern in the middle of the mountain, surrounded by rough walls and the remains of the Titan Guardians who had been torn apart by Yog-Saron, the earth of the cave cracked open, and in the cracks in the rock that looked like dry earth, instead of a clear stream of water, a strange liquid that took on a pale green color.

It was a liquid metal tainted with the power of the old gods, and in fact, 4,500 years ago, it was this thing known as the "Saron Evil Iron" that almost infected the entire world.

And that's just a casual attempt by Yug Saron when he's bored.

And in the center of this dry earth, in the small lake formed by the convergence of dark green liquid metal, an ugly, twisted, depraved, **, crazy ancient evil thing, in the liquid water, constantly spreading its dark power to the entire range of the cage, it continued to let out a scream that stimulated the body and soul at the same time, those crazy black tentacles flapped the ground wildly, making the entire city of Ulduar swaying endlessly, and the temperature on the ground was extremely high, The corrosive liquid of Saron Evil Iron rose up like a beast writhing in the dark mud.

But this crazy gesture betrays Yug-Saron's embarrassment, and the more it appears to be furious, the more it shows that it is in trouble that it has a difficult time to solve.

Big trouble!

The fall of Cthun could not be concealed from Yog-Sharon, who was far north in the world, and with the help of the memories of the cultists, Yug-Sharon knew better than anyone what role the elf standing in the sky and calling the power of death played in the fall of Cthun.

His arrival means the arrival of death... This is true for both weak mortals and powerful Elder Gods.

"I am your lucid nightmare!"

The dark green, like a mass of twisted flesh and blood, the voice of the Elder Elder God who had been hiding in Ulduar for tens of thousands of years was more powerful than its brothers Cthun and Enzoth, the power of the Void spread over the body of Yog Saron, its voice would spread through the chaos of the Void, and even its distorted form was deadly...

Mortals could not look directly at the Elder Gods, because the distorted shape would evoke the deepest fears in the cowardly mind, completely destroying a life from the very core of the soul, and the chaotic force field that enveloped the entire cell was a terrifying threat even to the most determined guardians.

At this time, in the face of Tyrion, the death agent who brought a terrible threat to Yog-Saron, the ancient god realized that the key to whether it could escape the end of eternal death today was not in its own strength, but in the guardians in front of it... If it can re-manipulate these Guardians before it can hold on any longer, then their combined strength will be enough to force Tyrion back...

So at the very beginning, Yog Saron surged all his fallen power, like a dark tide, and slapped towards the Guardians led by the Great Guardian Rai, it tried to erode them, it tried to manipulate them, however, when it really came into contact with the souls of these Guardians, the Elder Gods realized that they seemed to be more determined than they were tens of thousands of years ago.

There is also a force that shelters these difficult guardians, and that kind of power is all too familiar to Yug-Saron.

"Elune!"

The sound of depravity echoed throughout the cell, and Yog-Saron was shocked and angry at this moment, and the vision of the ancient god couldn't help but look up, and at the top of the empty cage, a night elf girl with a single ponytail and a pair of eyes like a silver moon seemed to be standing there, she was laughing...

A smile of revenge, a mocking smile, a smile of pride, as if to say...

Ah, Yog Saron, who has bullied me for hundreds of thousands of years, you terrible old man, you have today!

"Ahh

The fallen god frantically waved his tentacles to smash the illusion of the elf in the sky, but the next moment, the original form appeared, and the tall guardian Rai held the white bone sword, stepped on the green blood of Yug Saron, grabbed a dozen tentacles in front of him with his left hand, and slashed horizontally with his right hand, between Rai's roar and the roar of the thunderbolt sword, Yug Saron's exposed body was forcibly cut off by one-third.

But that's not the fatal wound ... The healing power of the Elder God, whose body is corrupted flesh and blood, is beyond imagination, and it is almost impossible to physically kill it until its fallen dark soul falls.

And the tentacles and bodies that were cut off by Lai fell to the ground under the wrapping of fallen black blood, and those ** flesh and blood twisted on the ground, quickly forming one ugly and depraved faceless one after another, and in an instant, a huge army of faceless people appeared between the cells.

But before they could respond to the order of the Fallen Lord, the metal storm of more than 200 small cannons on the body of the frantically firing God of War King Kong said that these fallen derivatives were once again broken into a mass of broken flesh, and in the joyful shout of the goblin Black Suo, whose body was surging with the light of the moonveil, the arms of the God of War King Kong were raised, the left arm was in flames, the right arm was thunder and lightning, and in the roar of the jet, those scattered flesh and blood were quickly annihilated.

"Your end has come!"

Hodir, the god of frost, swung his hammer, and where the weapon touched, the fallen flesh of Yog-Saron was frozen in rapid ice, and Thorim, whose body was wrapped in endless thunder falling from the sky, was like a real storm incarnation of this world, he swung his war hammer Umir, and between the lightning flashes in the corner of his eye, those frozen flesh were completely torn apart, and then turned into a cloud of purified ashes in the surge of thunder and lightning hell.

"Final verdict! Just today! ”

"Boom"

The Guardians' attacks are very violent, they come with a mission and hatred, and their power is real, in this storm of revenge, the pain caused by the Guardians to Yug-Saron has caused the Elder Gods to continue to lose their own power, but the problem is that Yog-Saron cannot muster all the power to fight back.

Because war doesn't just happen on the flesh level, in the level of Yug Saron's Dark Souls, it is also facing a more intractable enemy, and the battle there is more important and thrilling than the real battle.

"Actually, I don't need to bring those burdens with me."

The High Lord with two swords walked in the soul of Yug Saron in the form of a soul, and from time to time he raised his weapon to wreak a little "small" havoc in this strange human brain-like soul palace, where he walked, the cold of death had frozen nearly a quarter of the souls of the ancient gods.

This caused great trouble for Yug-Saron, although the soul state of the Elder God was more terrifying and powerful than its flesh and blood posture, and in the sight of that soul, the Elder God was like a twisted monster that could consume the entire world, however, such power was not enough for it to ignore the effects of death.

Yog-Saron constantly creates all sorts of attacks in his soul, soul spikes, dark voices or whispers of the Fallen, and even visions of all the important people in the High Lord's own mind, but this means nothing to Tyrion, and the Elder God saw him cut off the phantom head of his daughter Dornan with his sword, and with a perverted smile, pierced the heart of his wife, Aurelia Phantom.

At this moment, Yug Saron realized that these little tricks, which were often useful, were meaningless in front of the terrifying man in front of him.

It can't blind the hearts of the High Lord in the same way that it blinds the souls of other beings... It lacks the means to counteract and can only be slaughtered by others.

But the Great Lord behaved very relaxedly, he seemed to roam, walking among the fallen spirits, and he even joked:

"Actually, I alone is enough to get rid of you, it's just a little more time, but then I thought, you see, so many people are looking forward to the "meeting" with you, and a perfect party would be a little too boring if I was alone... So, I've got a lot of your "old friends", how about it? I'm caring, right? No need to thank me. ”

Tyrion laughed, he put away his two long swords, then crouched down, stroking the dark blue glowing fallen soul at his feet, he whispered:

"As long as you're having fun, now, tell me... Are you happy? ”

If Yog-Saron could speak like a real human, then it would surely lash out at the High Lord, but just as Yog-Saron was gathering another wave of depraved forces and preparing to desperately fight back against Tyrion, who had invaded the soul core, the High Lord suddenly took something out of his storage ring.

That's a... The colorful bottles, the best crystal-made bottles, seem to be sealed with many, many different lights, and those different colors of light are intertwined, and they look very good.

"You see, I've learned a lot of interesting new tricks now compared to when I did Cthun."

The High Lord twisted open the mouth of the bottle, and casually summoned an orange light like a burning flame from it, and with the flick of his fingers, the light quickly converged into a very well-fitting one-handed long sword, Tyrion swung the lightsaber, and then stabbed the fallen soul at his feet, between the trembling of the soul and the invasion of strange power, the High Lord asked gently:

"Tell me, are you angry?"

"Huh"

Under the second dark red sword, there was Tyrion's calm questioning:

"Are you manic?"

A third gray lightsaber fell.

"Do you hate it?"

A fourth pale lightsaber stabbed down.

"Are you desperate?"

A fifth dark red lightsaber fell.

"Are you afraid?"

A sixth black lightsaber fell.

"Are you confused?"

The last dark blue lightsaber roared in the High Lord's hand, and at his feet, the corrupted soul that was locked by the power of six negative emotions mixed with the essence of death seemed to be sealed with most of its power, and Yog-Saron struggled desperately, trying to break free from this power that was almost the same source as it, but it couldn't!

It can fight back against death, but it can't fight back with the same force as it... It's like ice that can never destroy water, and fire, which can never fight magma.

"The last question, Yog Saron, the Thousand-Throated Demon who almost turned the world upside down."

Tyrion stood in the center of a strange circle of six lightsabers of different colors, and in the entwining of the strange power that fluttered endlessly, the High Lord lifted the last dark blue lightsaber backhand, and his eyes shone with a cold cold light:

"You... Have you ever lost the pride in your heart? ”

"No... You don't! Ah, what a pity... An abyss of endless negativity, this thing is simply made for you. ”

"Huh"

The last blue lightsaber pierced into the center of the ring composed of six lightsabers, and between the emotional power of the seven sub-extreme powers, a chain of light like essence was formed around the great lord's body, and from this ring as a starting point, it quickly tied up the soul of Yug Saron that could not break free little by little.

And in the tightening of the chains, the huge soul of Yog-Saron also shrank rapidly, and the Great Lord who stood in the void stretched out his hand, and the restraint that shone with a seven-colored halo fell on the palm of his hand, like the most perfect gem.

Tyrion looked at the gem in his palm, and after a moment, he shook his head a little boredly:

"Is that it? You're a real disappointment..."

"Oh, by the way, this trick, I call it... Locks of the sky! Don't care about the name, anyway, now tell me, Yog Saron, do you feel the pain? 2k reading network