As Deerhelm walked into the tent, in addition to the frail humanoid dragon lying on the three hospital beds, there was also a young man in a yellow cloak lined with a delicate hunting suit, who was sitting on the side of the bed of Merinsera, the daughter of the Green Dragon, holding the hand of the emaciated Green Dragon Princess, and whispering something to her.

Varian could clearly see that tears were constantly flowing from the corners of the eyes of the green dragon princess lying on the bed.

"You are?"

Varian had never seen the young man before, and he was sure that there was no such one in the camp either, so he quietly grasped the hilt of his sword behind his back, but was stopped by the deerhelm.

The Great Druid stepped forward and greeted the young man with his back to them:

"Long time no see, Your Highness Anaklos."

"Huh?"

The young man heard his name called, and turned his head to look at the deerhelm, and Varian noticed that the young man's cloak was dotted with a delicate hourglass gem, which radiated a soft light that even gave people a sense of time out of order.

"Ah, it's a deer helmet."

The young man waved his hand at the deerhelm, and with a gentle smile on his handsome face, he stood up, walked over to the deerhelm, and bowed down to the deerhelm sincerely, and said to the deerhelm and Varian in a magnetic voice:

"Thank you, friends, I thought I would never see my brothers again in my life, but you have done a miracle that no mortal can do, you have not only defeated the Elder Gods, but also rescued my brothers."

"This is also because of the generosity of His Highness."

The deer helmet said decently:

"If it weren't for the Bronze Dragon's generosity in handing over the time fragments to the coalition forces, and informing us of its activities over the years, our march would not have been so easy, but the physical condition of the three dragons is not optimistic, even if you don't come today, we will find a way to contact you, your friend's weakness is not simply due to exhaustion, the persecution of the ancient gods for them also affects their thinking."

The Great Druid glanced at the three-headed dragon on the sickbed, who was extremely weak, and said to the bronze dragon prince in front of him:

"You'll need to bring them back to the Temple of Dragon's Sleep and the Dragon's Sanctuary to recuperate."

"Well, I have informed the leaders of the other three dragon legions, and soon there will be messengers from various clans here to bring them back to their respective holy places."

A touch of emotion flashed in the bronze dragon prince's yellow snake eyes, and he patted the shoulder of the deer helmet:

"Although the major legions are facing a very cruel situation right now, if you still need help, Deer Helm, old friend, open your mouth, we will definitely do our best to meet your request."

It sounds like a pretty word, but the deer helmet knows that the dragons don't promise anything easily, and Anaclus can say this, which means that an agreement has been reached within the dragon legion, and after thinking for a moment, he no longer hides the plight within the coalition, and he said to the bronze dragon prince:

"There is indeed one thing that is tricky, you must have seen the remnants of the ancient god outside the collapsed temple of Chira, although with the help of the demigod Agamagan of the wilderness, we killed it, but the remnants of Cthun are not at the disposal of ordinary people, in fact, our soldiers can't even get close to it, therefore, I would like to ask the dragons to incinerate the body of the evil god with plenty of dragon fire, until the power of the void contained in the flesh is incinerated clean..."

The deer helmet paused and said to the bronze dragon prince, who was listening to him carefully:

"The rest, including healing the Old Gods' infiltration and damage to the core of the world, will be done by the Blightcallers... That's why we were founded, Cthun's corruption of Azeroth must be healed, it may be a long process, but we're going to do it now, the Blightcaller will gather all the people in the world who are willing to help the world, but we also need the dragon's help. ”

"Well, you have a point."

Anaklos' expression became serious, and he said to the Deerhelm:

"I report this matter to the dragon kings immediately, I am sure that your needs will be met, rest assured, old friends, and finally, thank you again for everything you have done for my brothers and sisters... You will be the Bronze Dragon's friends forever! ”

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At the same time that the coalition forces asked the dragon to burn the battlefield of the Qila Temple with dragon fire, in the depths of the collapsed underground, in the intricate collapsed ruins, some high-level bugs who were lucky enough to survive the catastrophe of the collapse of the sky and the earth were wandering aimlessly in the ruins, without the guidance of the emperor, the mother worm and the gods, these thinking bugs seemed very dazed.

Accustomed to obeying orders, they don't know what to do, so they can only wander around like this, waiting for new orders to come... Freedom is not an absolute gift, and when the faithful slave learns to love the whipping, only the final death is the end of the evil obligation.

"Buzz"

A faint wave of spirit swept across the dark and collapsed ruins, and some kind of homologous will attached to the spirit made the tentacles on the top of the head of the dazed high-level insect quickly lift, and it looked left and right, as if listening, and after a moment, the insect moved its limbs and crawled towards a dark passage.

In the midst of this rapid crawl, the high-level insects even carried a trace of strange pleasure.

It doesn't care who makes the fluctuation, it cares a little... At last, another order was given, and it no longer needed to worry about the dilemma of having nothing to do.

In the deepest part of the passage, in the darkness, the rustling sound was like the most terrifying whimper coming from a midnight dream, and if you looked closely, the darkness was full of busy bugs... There are the lowest-level worker insects, as well as some higher-level soldier insects, and even high-level insect people and some cultists wearing black hoods mixed in.

Under the command of the cultists, the bugs quickly excavated the collapsed passage, digging from the end of the dark passage all the way down, as if to dig to the collapsed core of the temple.

And as the commander-in-chief of this excavation operation, it is a human sitting leisurely on a stone chair... A human in a purple robe, playing with the insignia of the Emperor of Chira, which was used to worship the gods, his cheeks were very thin, full of an eerie pale that had not seen the sun for a long time, and his eyes were sometimes gentle, sometimes angry, sometimes expectant, sometimes apprehensive.

He grabbed his gray hair and watched the insects digging in the darkness, thinking about something very important.

The Twilight Hammer cultists hiding in the temple of Ra have suffered heavy casualties, and Cthun forcibly ordered nearly 10,000 people to use cannibalistic cult rituals in the Sealing Temple to strengthen its power, this cruel behavior directly led to the collapse of the will of the panicked cultists, and those who survived had already seen Cthun's cruelty and brutality, even the craziest madmen, before the final battle began, had already begun to think about how to escape.

Fortunately, the chaotic battle between the demigods, the ancient gods and the great lord caused the entire temple to begin to collapse, and the insects were too busy to take care of themselves, and no one came to pay attention to these cultists who took refuge, so some nimble brains took advantage of the chaos and secretly ran out of the temple, mixed in with the rapidly evabiting coalition forces, and escaped from this desperate place.

But more cultists didn't have time to run out, and they could only huddle under the crumbling temple, waiting for the end to come, and at that point, a guy who had never been noticed by others stepped forward and became the temporary leader of the panicked rats.

Benedictas... Bishop Twilight, the proton who was thrown here by Gugal to die, has finally found the opportunity he dreamed of!

"The strongest ancient god, Ashaji... The legacy of the Dark Empire, the gift of untold power, the key to the throne of the King of the Abyss... Where the hell are you? ”

Benedictas flipped through the purple emblem of the Emperor Chira in his hand, his squinted eyes shone with a purple glow, this guy had long been the leader of the cultists of Enzos, the demon of a thousand beards, in Twilight's hammer, but he was always half-hearted in spreading the glory of the ancient god.

When Bishop Twilight was still the archbishop of the Stormwind Kingdom, he secretly collected all the texts related to the beliefs of the Old Gods, and in those quaint and strange texts, he found a mysterious and ethereal legend.

It is said that before the birth of civilization, there were four ancient gods in Azeroth, not the current three, whether it was Cthun, Yog-Saron, or his faith in Enzos, who were not the most powerful in the dark ages, and the most powerful ancient god was called Ashaji, a powerful man whose power had surpassed the power of the world, and even the gods in the stars could not completely kill it...

The gods of the stars were too ethereal, so after confirming the authenticity of the legend, Benedictas set his eyes on the mysterious Ashaji, but the news he found was fragmented words, and he had hinted at Gugar, but the strange ogre was just noncommittal.

From Gugar's attitude, Benedictas could be sure that Ashaji really existed, and that the dark power it left behind must still be buried somewhere in this world, waiting to be discovered by future generations.

"But... Where the hell is it? ”

Benedictas let out a low sigh, and just as he finished speaking, a sweaty dwarven came running with a pickaxe stained with a black viscous liquid, and the dwarf excitedly said to Bishop Twilight:

"Chief, we've dug it! Right ahead! ”

"Huh? Good! ”

Bishop Twilight's eyes narrowed, he got up from his chair and followed the dwarf to the deepest part of the cavern, where everywhere he went, the bugs made a way out of the way, a force that made the cultists standing on either side even more awe-inspiring, and they kept their heads down, not daring to say a word, for fear of upsetting the leader and allowing the ferocious bugs to eat them all.

In the deepest part of the cavern, in the dark air, a tentacle that swirled like a snake was half-buried in the dirt, twitching from time to time, and this tentacle was surrounded by some veteran cultists, only these madmen who had been exposed to the power of the ancient gods for a long time could not be driven mad when they were so close to the remnants of Cthun.

Ignoring the disgusting viscous liquid in the dirt, Benedictas jumped off the pit with a sturdy figure, looked left and right, and then reached out his hands and pressed them against Cthun's tentacles.

The next moment, a chaotic evil and cold power seeped into Benedictas's heart, the ancient god is equivalent to the gods of the Twilight Hammer cultists, even if it dies, its remnants are equivalent to the body of a god, and Benedictas's bold touch is equivalent to a direct conversation with the remains of the gods, even if Cthun's soul has been pulled to the realm of death, but only those faint spiritual shocks remaining in the body can easily tear apart the souls of mortals.

"Ahh

Benedictas was like an electric shock at this moment, he let out a terrible scream, his body swayed wildly, and his still handsome face was full of distorted expressions, startling the cultists around him.

And in his spirit, he could see some fragments of Cthun's memories left in his body, which was what he was looking for, but the Elder God had survived for millions of years, and the fragments of memories it had accumulated were vast for prisoners, and Benedictas always had a limit to what he could bear, which was a risky move, but any cultist knew a truth.

Rich... Danger in the balance.

Finally, the moment Benedictas felt his spirit break down, he saw Cthun's memories of Ashaji.

The body that towers into the sky, like a dark mist...

The black goat-like head, seven eyeballs that shone with different lights, and the claws of a dragon so hideous that they could easily tear apart...

The empire ruled by the power of darkness, in the highest part of the savage world, the bloody and abscessive scene that covered the mountains and the sea extended from the former ancient god Ashaji, and the terrifying xenomorph army under the command of Ashaji...

He saw the golden fingers that stretched into the world from the sky, shining with endless thunder, and the mythical scene of the mighty ancient gods being lifted from the ground and the whole world shaking...

He saw a golden iron giant, the scene of the heart of darkness that Ashaji had left in this world, the heart of darkness that was still beating in a sealed chest, and then buried in a magnificent valley full of golden light...

Benedictas was screaming, screaming frantically, what he longed for was close at hand...

But the next scene made Benedictas feel hopeless... He saw the scene of the upper elves opening the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago, summoning demons to invade the world, and under the dark green halo that filled the world's sky, a creature with a black and white mane, similar to a bear man, but also like a human, stood at the top of the golden valley, and he watched it all from afar...

Eventually, the half-human, half-bear creature unleashed a strange magic in a secret place, merging himself into the earth beneath his feet, turning into a mist that enveloped a quarter of the world, enveloping his people and kingdom, as well as the dark heart of Ashaji, and disappearing into the corners of the world.

Benedictas could clearly see that at the moment when the Night Elves detonated the Well of Eternity, causing the world to fall apart, the mist-shrouded continent was also split into the southernmost sea of the world...

"Wow"

All illusions shattered at this moment, and Benedictas, who was so weak that he was exhausted, sat in a disgusting viscous liquid, his eyes glazed and out of breath, still reminiscing about what he had seen.

"The Mist-shrouded Lands... South China Sea... A giant turtle traveling around the world... Black and white bear people, no! Panda Man! Misty Seas, yes! Right there! I should have thought of it a long time ago! ”

Benedictas looked at his trembling fingers, he clenched his fingers fiercely, he looked back at the cultists behind him, and a gleam flashed in his eyes:

"Pack your things! Take away everything of value that you can! Bring those wormmen who can fight with you, too! ”

"Let's go to the South China Sea!"

"After that fog... That's another world! New world! ”