Yog Saron was drained of his soul.

The Elder God's overall consciousness is in a terrible form, trapped in a cage in the Dead Realm, and his brother Cthun has become a martyrdom, and the power from the Dead Realm is washing away the power of the Thousand Throat Demons, making some kind of rule change to it, and maybe one day Yog-Saron will regain control of the power of the Void in the Dead Realm, but for now, it will be a long time.

Moreover, with the way the Great Lord does things, he can't let Cthun and Yog-Saron regain their strength so leisurely, he has special arrangements for them, and soon, they will come in handy.

Of course, this fact is not clear to mortals.

The moment the heroes of the coalition stepped into Yug-Saron's cell, they were greeted by a whole Ancient God, like a fearful creature huddled in the dark, a shadow of depravity that people could not look at, like a mutated octopus, covered with flesh and blood suckers on its soft body, and above every inch of skin, there was a bloody mouth full of sharp teeth.

Its murmur is like a strong wind blowing on a dead tree, the ripples of darkness continue to impact the souls of the heroes, and even the body crouched in the darkness has a kind of disturbing power, as long as you look at it, the souls of the heroes seem to be sucked into the abyss's lightless sea, the terrifying feeling that is almost drowning makes everyone who enters this cell breathe harder.

This is the instinctive manifestation of life in the face of the power of the Void Source, just as no matter how determined a person is, he cannot completely isolate fear, they may be able to rely on a firm will to shield themselves from the influence of fear, but they themselves know that fear has always been buried in their hearts... In fact, it never went away.

The Elder God who has lost its soul is actually not so terrifying, this mass of flesh and blood deviants who instinctively exude the power of depravity cannot think, has no mind of its own, after being defeated by the Guardian and the Great Lord from two levels, it is like a dying beast, and it is no longer able to resist the inevitable end.

But even so, it was still a very challenging thing for these mortal heroes who voluntarily stepped into the abyss to defeat the dark creatures in front of them with mortal power, but it was also something they had to do.

Muradin, armed with a warhammer shield. Brass Whiskers stepped forward, and at the moment when the heavily armed dwarf approached, a weak tentacle frantically swung from the ground, and under the flesh tentacles that roared like a long whip and smashed into those who approached, a strong corrosive green slime was scattered everywhere, and the depraved power wrapped around the tentacles made the heroes behind Muradin's brush out their weapons in unison.

"Bang"

The blood-soaked tentacles of the soulless Yog-Saron smashed like a war hammer on the large shield raised by Muradin, knocking the dwarf back several steps, and between the slight tremors of the ground, the dwarf's shield-holding left hand swung outward, and the heavy tentacles shook aside.

And this scene gave the heroes a lot of confidence.

"It's weak!"

The dwarf, who had blocked the Elder God's blow, turned around and shouted to the heroes behind him:

"We can't afford to waste the opportunity that the Guardians have created for us! Above! Kill it! ”

Under the call of Muradin, the heroes who were covered in various halos of power no longer hesitated, they rushed to the Elder God in front of them from all directions like ants, and slashed at the body of the terrifying monster with their own strength and their weapons, and between the sounds of bombs and thermal weapons, the Titan Guardians standing on the sealing table in four directions had different faces.

Torim, Mimiron, Hodir and Freya, the four guardians who were tasked with guarding the Titan city of Ulduar, knew the truth, but even so, the courage and actions of these mortal warriors were still satisfying when facing the already weakened but still terrifying Yog Saron.

You know, not everyone has the courage to stand here, and not everyone can overcome the fear of the origin and dare to throw weapons at the monster in front of them...

Although the Great Lord of the Darkblade who cooperated with them was disdainful of mortal civilization in his words, full of all kinds of criticism and contempt, the cold leader with a gloomy mind like Tyrion was willing to give these mortal heroes a chance, which proved that in his heart, the united power of these civilized worlds did not disappoint him.

And now, at the moment of seeing the scene of the mortals desperately fighting with Yug-Saron, the proud Titan Guardians have to admit that this group of flesh and blood mortals can indeed create a true miracle, although their strength is far inferior to the steel creations of the past, but their will and courage are no worse than their ancestors...

They are qualified to rule the land beneath their feet, and they are qualified to make their voice heard in this world!

"Then let's see."

Thorim placed his warhammer Umir at his feet, and as he stood on the runetable that manipulated the power of the storm, he watched condescendingly as the mortal warriors fought against the Elder Gods, and he whispered:

"Let's see, how far they can go... Maybe they don't really need our help? ”

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"Wow, that sword swing of little Anduin is so beautiful!"

Yuna sat comfortably at the edge of the rift where the Passage of the Dead meets Ulduar's reality, holding a small bucket full of hard candy, like a little fan sitting in the audience watching a great show, her eyes widening and she couldn't help but throw her fists at someone's wonderful performance as she stuffed her mouth with candy.

The girls around her couldn't enter the Dead Realm, but it wasn't a problem to hide their whereabouts in this place where the world meets, they were all big children, so they didn't sit together and whispered about the heroes' performance like little ghosts who never grew up.

And the death demigods domesticated by a few children were lying there listlessly, there was a deer, a bird, a bear, a small black panther, these beasts squinted, as if they had not woken up, they were not interested in the battle in front of them, perhaps because of the presence of the little masters, these cute little animals were very lazy.

Of course, they can't sleep, and the shouting of the little ghost Yuna and the caresses of the little masters from time to time make it difficult for these animals to fall asleep.

And under the pretext of distracting from the children, the great lord who ran out to be busy also stood there, he stood in the passage behind the children, looking at the fierce battle in the cage of the ancient gods below, he did not say anything about the scene of the battle, after all, in his current opinion, this kind of battle was already a little too childish.

This is a battle with a doomed outcome, and now it's just a matter of seeing what kind of price the heroes of the coalition need to pay in order to win, and the best case scenario is of course a weakened version of Yog-Saron with a single person killed, but if some guys are unfortunate enough to die in battle, then the Great Lord will be lucky enough to pick up the leak.

Maybe he'll harvest some great souls...

And in the hands of the Great Lord, there is also a pile of documents that have just been handed over to him, and those documents are printed with many familiar coats of arms, representing many characters who have completely disappeared from the history of civilization, and these documents represent the end of another "reincarnation".

Where mortals can't see, in the darkness where time is constantly reincarnating, there are always eyes watching the spinning wheel of civilization, they have no name, they have no sense of existence, they are not known by anyone, but they are real... The purpose of their existence is to evaluate those who participate in the progress of the civilized world from an objective, third-party perspective.

With race, power and faith as the boundaries to divide each other, those various lives are summarized into a group of data, through comparison, to judge the meaning of the existence of these lives to the world, if the results of the comparison are disappointing, then a sudden invasion of the undead, like a whip falling from the sky, whipping those tired guys, keep moving forward.

If they won't change... Then their existence is meaningless.

The resources of this world are finite, and instead of letting a bunch of people who have no meaning to exist waste it, it is better to leave these resources to a more promising civilization.

The evolution and elimination of nature is too slow for the Great Lord, he needs the whole world to stride forward more effectively, and he seems to be tired of playing the game of planning the world, but secretly, Tyrion's interference in the future of Azeroth has not stopped, and the Council of the Forgotten Kings, which is responsible for investigating and supervising the situation of various civilizations, is the most accurate brush in his hand to interfere with the future of the world, and it is also the sharpest knife.

"Three successive civilization assessments, the mainstream civilizations of Azeroth have achieved very impressive results, and after the last Punishment War, Cadore's progress in the past few years is also amazing... I occasionally wonder if the Forgotten Kings would be deceitful to dismiss the rules I have set for nothing, out of concern for their homeland, or simply because they feel sorry for their sons and daughters. ”

The Great Lord flipped through the papers in his hand, and he said to the shadows floating behind him:

"After all, I'm too busy to take part in every civilization assessment, I can only hand over this terrible power to my Forgotten Kings, and now it seems that they are doing a good job, you see, even the most unruly bear people have formed large tribes, and the centaurs in the Bleak Lands, who are preparing to form a khanate, are beginning to understand the weight of civilization, which is good."

Tyrion put the document in his hand aside, he looked at the ancient god Yog Saron below who was getting weaker and weaker in the continuous siege of mortal heroes, after losing his soul and thinking ability, the threat of this ancient god was already much smaller, those weird void spells could no longer be used, and the power of the void emitted by the ancient god instinctively was difficult to defeat the strongest of this group of mortals in a short period of time.

Although the disgusting mass of flesh was still struggling to resist under the bombardment of holy light, fire, and luna magic, in fact, anyone who knew even the slightest bit about combat knew that the victory was decided.

The Great Lord looked at the mass of flesh and blood as if he had seen the mythical ancient gods who were besieged by mortals and eventually fell in the midst of the blood flowing... The reopening of Ulduar and the appearance of the Guardians represent a return to the glory of the Age of Mythology for the civilization of Azeroth, as the creatures become more aware of their origins and the past of their ancestors, and they begin to resume their sacred mission.

And now, the final fall of the ancient god Yog Saron at the hands of mortals marks the final end of the saga about Ulduar, at least for now, as a happy ending to the story that will satisfy everyone.

Tyrion. Dawn Blade, the great lord who is always full of pickiness about mortal civilization, also rarely showed his affirmation at this moment.

"I'm no longer curious, and I'm no longer skeptical."

"These are indeed the bravest and most powerful warriors in the world of Azeroth, they have crossed more than half the world to come here, maybe their purpose is not pure, but it doesn't matter, I have got the results I wanted, I have seen that they have the ability to do good for this world, and they are willing to do so..."

A satisfied smile flashed in the Great Lord's ice-blue eyes, and he looked back at the shadows behind him, and at some point, the members of the Council of the Forgotten Kings appeared there, and the Great Lord looked at them, and he whispered:

"You've done your job well, you've trained them well... This is the civilization I want to see, a civilization that is thriving, full of courage and hope, and I hope that they will continue to maintain this status quo, and this work will continue to be done by you..."

As he spoke, the Great Lord stretched out his hand and patted the thick pile of papers beside him, and he said to the Forgotten Kings in front of him:

"The mortals have won, they have once again passed the civilization assessment, and the next round of the assessment period, according to the plan, will be extended to 20 years later, and I believe that these 20 years will be very exciting."

"And as for the recalcitrant civilizations..."

Tyrion's gaze was on the document in his other hand, which he handed to the archlich Anastarian in front of him. The Sunchaser, he whispered:

"In the name of the Grand Lord of the Darkblade Legion, I hereby authorize the Commander of the Dead Sea Fleet, Dai Lin. Prodmoor Supreme War Authority..."

"This is my last warning to the Naga and their queen... If they are not willing to let go of the glory of the past and bow their heads to the rules of the new world, then..."

"Destroy them!"