Enter World of Warcraft with Dark Skills

Chapter 280 Titan's Grip
The appearance of the four ancient guardians gave the generals of the Alliance a sigh of relief.

Xal'atath's mass shadow arrow rain has brought too much pressure to the entire team. Malfurion has activated Nature's Blessing and forced through the casting buffer of Serene Rain. It is unknown how long it will take to recover from the hidden injuries caused this time. Entering the Emerald Dream and sleeping is probably the best choice.

"Tyrande, I'm going to break my promise. I was just thinking about getting married with you when I return. Now it seems that the best outcome is to return alive."

"Tyrande, my love! I wish you all the best in the Emerald Dream!
May Elune bless you! May the Titans of Azeroth bless the Alliance to defeat their powerful enemies! "

"Quiet Rain!"

Green raindrops combined with the natural healing of the Life Guardian Freya covered the entire battlefield.

Shandris Feathermoon looked at the flying shadow arrows and her subordinates running around in fear. She decisively issued an order:
"Marlan, Dusatus, lead all the soldiers to clean up the battlefield and retreat. Get away from Xal'atath's casting distance. Then stay on standby."

She is a general, but first and foremost, she is an intelligent life. In the past ten thousand years, the Alliance is the first organization that makes her feel at home. This is where she belongs.

Through the blessing of the Moon Goddess, she knew that they had little chance of winning. Taelan Fording's power had dropped significantly. He must have been contaminated by both the spirit and flesh of Azar. He needed to deeply merge with the World Tree in his sea of ​​consciousness to reshape his body.

He is the only one who can defeat Xal'atath. And now all he can offer is sanctuary and purifying light.

Even so, he is still the most important fighting force.

It was precisely because of his Sanctuary's forced repulsion and the purifying light's ending of the curse that the Ancient God's most powerful ability could not play its due role. Moreover, his existence made the Ancient God dare not summon too many tentacles, as that would bring about the ruthless attack of countless holy light bullets.

Xal'atath knew Taelan Fordring too well, which prevented him from exerting his full strength.

Without the help of Tyran Fordring, the Alliance also lost the ability to kill Xal'atath. The power of the four guardians can only temporarily stop the old god. They have been polluted and tortured by Yogg-Saron and no longer have the power they once had. It is a pleasant surprise that they can stand up.

Now their only chance is the support of their adoptive mother and the dragon army. And the enemies they have to deal with are also very difficult. Once the Emerald Dream is lost, it means the loss of the Titan Dream of Azeroth, which will lead to more serious consequences.

Tyran Fordring, the leader of the Alliance, the Guardian, and the dragonflight are the four keys to killing Xal'atath. Now the first two have been put into the battlefield, and the Guardian has also arrived. The only thing she can look forward to is Her Majesty the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza and her dragonflight.

She gave one final order:
"If the Grand Marshal can defeat the powerful enemy, you can repair it on the spot and build a supply station with the portal in Naxxramas as the core.

If the Grand Marshal fails, you will launch one final desperate charge. Make a final blow for our world.

Elune bless you!"

At this critical moment, the last key arrived.

A heart-shaking voice came from afar:

"Hey! Why is the boss in a cocoon? Madam boss, you have to reimburse the full amount of this expense!"

Brian Bronzebeard, chief gravedigger of the Alliance Archaeological Research Institute and expert in lock picking, has arrived. Behind him follows a panda man in strange clothes, without a bamboo hat, holding only a simple bamboo stick, with a word "Zhuo" embroidered on the chest of his clothes.

At this critical moment, the monster-killing duo gathered together.

They once again used their "wisdom" and courage to bring the final variable to the alliance.

Lorewalker Zhou Zhuo looked at Taelan Fordring and said, "My friend, you are still as brave as ever. Let me see if you have completed your training."

"May the Azure Dragon guide you!"

As he spoke, three powerful figures appeared in the sky: White Tiger Xue Nu, Red Crane Chi Jing, and Black Ox Zhen Zao.

"In the end, it is these veteran hands that will win victory for you youngsters!"

Brian Bronzebeard took out a tightly locked box from his pocket. There was only one knob on it, and there was an extremely precise scale around it.

No idea how he did it, he twisted his body around while sensing the mechanical and energy reactions inside.

An irritated Baihuxue said angrily: "Can you open the lock by twisting it like this?

Your boss is in the process of transforming into a demigod, and it’s almost too late!”

Brann Bronzebeard was sweating profusely and twisted his body faster:
"It should be like this, no, no, it should be..."

Can you do it or not…”

Lorewalker Zhou Zhuo said: "My friend, stay calm!"

"But this..."

"Click!" The box bloomed like a lotus and was opened.

"This……"

Shandris Feathermoon knew that Brann Bronzebeard was a close friend of Taelan Fordring. They had always been close friends. He had helped Taelan Fordring accomplish many impossible tasks.

A few days ago, he had just completed the task of persuading an ancient guardian, and then he immediately used the power of Mylinthra to teleport here and board Pandaria with the scholars.

He never showed up, and everyone had given up hope on him. He also repeatedly got into trouble, like when he opened a virtual spirit password box and was hunted down by an interstellar creature called Rafaam. It was Taelan Fording who personally "persuaded" the virtual spirit to stop hunting him down.

Everyone was relieved that he didn't show up in Pandaria.

But he has one peculiarity:
When it is safe, his side is the most dangerous; when it is the most dangerous, his side is the safest.

It can't get any worse anyway.

Brian Bronzebeard took a bead from the box while muttering, "Hurry up, hurry up, the boss is about to die, who will pay the old dwarf to do archaeological work?"

Zhou Zhuo took the bead and chanted something. Then he and the three gods formed a circle. The bead emitted a green light and flew high into the sky. Soon, a shadow of a deep pool appeared in the sky. The water was deep and green. After a moment, a huge green dragon flew out of the pool. A sweet female voice said softly:

"I will show you the way, descendant of the dragon!"

As soon as it appeared, it flew around Taelan Fordring.

Soon the other three gods followed Yu'lon and flew around Taelan Fordring.

They breathed out different colored breaths at Taelan Fordring.

The cocoon that had begun to become silent began to become active.

Xuen sent energy to the cocoon and asked Yu'lon:
"Why don't we attack that evil demon? Instead, we give our energy to this human boy?"

Yulong injected his newly recovered strength into the cocoon that Tyran Fording had transformed into, and said, "He has the aura of his home universe."

The four gods were silent. They were transmitting energy to Taelan Fordring and helping Yu'lon adjust Taelan Fordring's energy frequency.

At this time, Xal'atath Harbinger, who had been under siege, finally seized a flaw in Hodir and injured Freya, who was hiding behind him and providing treatment for everyone. Then it advanced vigorously and repelled everyone in one fell swoop.

"All the ancient gods have merged into one, and the void will devour everything!"

The power of the void emerges from the center of Xal'atath. She is about to use a powerful ability to kill Taelan Fordring in one fell swoop.

The warrior's instinct told the elder: This blow will be crucial.

The cocoon that Taelan Fordring had become was beginning to crack. His transformation was almost complete.

Xal'atath used all of his void power. He already felt uneasy, or perhaps he had seen some future.

The power of the void locked the surrounding space tightly. Master Yip's body lay quietly on the ground, and a dozen tarot cards were facing up and soaked in blood. Only the two cards that Tyran Fording drew were facing up.

The tower had sunk into the blood, and with the refraction of the moonlight, it seemed to have become a whole from collapse. Chase, who wanted to find a chance to escape, was like an ant on a hot pot. He tried his best to avoid other people's attention. When Taelan Fording died, Xal'atath would definitely let down his guard. She would take advantage of the moment when the "space anchor" dissipated to transform into a bat and escape. That was her only chance. Xal'atath would only release the lock at that time. Then he would use his ultimate move to kill everyone.

Chase just happened to see the Tower card sinking into the blood. Is that true? Can the tarot cards be interpreted this way? It must be the moonlight. It's only afternoon now, where does the moonlight come from? Now the damn blue boy doesn't follow the rule of sunset and moonrise?
Her instinct was to take a look at the other card that Taelan Fordring had drawn.

But then Xal'atath the Harbinger suddenly started to curse:
"Damn you Taelan Fordring! You lied to me! You've been lying to me all along!

All of this is your conspiracy! You are simply a devil!
The Void will punish you!"

The powerful void force shot towards Taelan Fording's cocoon. But at this time, a tall figure stood in front of Him without fear. He raised his shield high.

"If you want to kill Bloodhoof, you have to step over my dead body!"

The elder carries Freya's blessing of life, Thorim's tenacity, and Renault's holy light protection.

Archdruid Hamuil Runetotem cast the most powerful healing on his old friend. Pamela, who had just joined the army, knelt on one knee and summoned a sacred ball of light, which floated above the elder's head and then continuously sprinkled holy light down.

The priests of Ezelena have developed abilities that are completely different from those of the priests of the Naaru.

Hamuil Runetotem knew his old friend had no chance of survival. And his resurrection had already been used.

However, the result was shocking. The elder was defeated twice in a row. He was covered in blood, and his powerful rune armor was broken. An Azerite gem embedded on the back of his right hand burst into a powerful light, and then quickly dimmed. But he did not die!

Xal'atath continued his rant:

"You took away all the qualifications, leaving only the power!"

"You used the lives of all the ancient gods and those foolish mortals to achieve your path to true godhood!"

He is smart, but he has spent too much time with Ezelena, the only true God in the known material universe.

At this critical moment, she started to behave abnormally again: "Although you succeeded, you can't kill me! Although I failed to obtain the complete void, I am more powerful than Asha'ji! I have perfect physical strength. The two of us will have an endless eternal battle!"

The people around him didn't understand, or they simply didn't want to listen to Him.

Brian Bronzebeard said: "Are all the old gods so confused? Even if these words are true, what is the meaning? And how is this possible?"

The cocoon that encased Taelan Fordring hatched, and a figure floated out from it.

His cape disappeared, revealing his handsome face. Six balls of energy appeared behind him. They were of different colors. The right one was the purple of arcane, the green of life, and the white of holy light. The left one was the gray of void, the black of death, and the green of fel energy.

Except for the green color representing life, the other five energy balls emit a gentle light.

Eight holy wings of light floated behind him. The two newly born pairs of wings of light had actually solidified. He waved his hand, and the giant sword Blazing Fury that was stuck in the ground flew back to his back.

When Xal'atath Harbinger saw Tyran Fording like this, all five of his heads were enraged. Then he roared, and five kinds of breaths were sprayed at Tyran Fording in succession.

However, these attacks were absorbed by a layer of strange mirror-like energy, and soon they were reflected back to Xalatas in the form of energy bullets.

The five heads had no choice but to emit the same breath again, colliding with the attack reflected by Taelan Fordring in the void.

Taelan Fording tapped the mirror-like energy gently.

"It's called the 'Wall of Sighs'! Unless you are qualified to master the same great power of the void as me, it can never be broken."

Xal'atath Harbinger was silent for a moment:
"That's enough for today! Just leave! We can't do anything to each other."

"I only want Pandaria. I will not touch other continents, and the pandaren can leave safely."

Chase wanted Taelan Fording to take it away, only in this way would it have a chance to escape. Xal'atath would definitely kill her. The Emperor and that great being were both enemies of the Void. Of course, He still had one last chance, and that was for both Taelan Fording and Xal'atath to suffer losses.

“Don’t trust Him. Kazi’algar is the landing point of the Old Gods in Azeroth. They have obscured the place with the power of the void. There is also a large army there. He will soon be able to restore his former power and then control the Origin Nest. Then a new disaster will come.”

Xalatas...

There was a murderous look on Taelan Fordring's handsome face.

"In that case. Only one of us can survive today."

With just one step, Taelan Fordring arrived behind Xal'atath.

The rage of flames slashes across.

Enthusiasm, assimilation strikes.

The head representing the void hid at the back. The head representing the arcane blocked the attack. With a plop, the head fell to the ground.

Tyran Fording disappeared almost instantly, and the Crazy Dark Blade slashed at the head in the middle again. Xal'atath was indeed a ruthless man. The head representing death once again took the blow on behalf of the Void Head.

Taelan Fordring left the Dark Blade of Madness in that head.

He wanted to take advantage of the moment when Xal'atath was confused to behead all the heads.

However, a shocking scene appeared. The head that fell to the ground turned into wriggling tentacles. They quickly crawled into Xal'atath's body. The head actually grew out of his neck again very quickly.

"It's all in vain! You can't kill me!"

Chase couldn't hold it in any longer. It was satisfying to watch a play and comment on it at the same time.

"Y'Shaarj is the perfect embodiment of the power of the void in the spiritual world. Xal'atath is the perfect embodiment of the power of the void in the material universe. No one can kill him unless the Titans return."

Taelan Fordring looked up at the sky.

"It was originally prepared for you, but you didn't dare to put your hand here."

Behind him is the power of Holy Light and Void combined into one:

"Force Unified: Titan's Grip!"

The shell of the codex beside him began to break from one corner, and a gust of wind blew, and the entire shell of the codex broke into powder and then disappeared with the wind.

"He" finally revealed his true face. On its shell were written four large characters in a rune that everyone could read:

Code of Origin!

It flipped through the pages and then stopped at the last page.

It depicts a giant hand reaching down from the clouds. It is composed of the power of Holy Light and the Void. Anything held in its grasp will be difficult to escape.

The picture suddenly became three-dimensional and stood out on the page.

The sky seemed to have cracked open, and the shadow of a little girl slid past behind Taelan Fording. She stretched out a finger and gently touched Taelan Fording's raised right hand.

A hand like the one in the picture stretched out from the crack in the sky. It grabbed Xalatas, as if it was holding a chick!

Chase stared at the hand in amazement. Out of the corner of her eye she saw another card on the ground:

Children, Sun brand.

(End of this chapter)