Azeroth’s Death Track

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In the Pantheon, the ritual of arcane transformation has reached its end.

The temple in this starry sky is wrapped in a stream of time that travels tens of thousands of times. In the Pantheon at this time, the starry landscapes of the stars in the world are beating from time to time. The time in the stars of this world has only passed for a few days, but in this temple, the scenery has been scattered for tens of thousands of years.

The tree of life in the center of the temple has grown to the extreme. Its drooping branches are lush, the roots in the temple, and the huge tree trunk have wrapped the entire temple. Inside this tree of life is the birth of the world spirit Elune, she is sleeping, in this twisted time, she has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years.

Outside the trunk, the once magnificent Pantheon, only six chairs remain intact, and on that high chair, the souls of the six Titans are already weak.

The spirit of the world is to grow and mature together with the world that gave birth to it. In order to get Elune out of this cycle, the Titans used their own existence and the tree of life as a carrier to simulate a full life for Elune. The environment of the planet.

Kazgros used his power to simulate the mountains and rivers.

Gogonas simulated the ocean and the sky.

Oman Sur pushes the flow of time.

Ionaal uses the gentle energy of life to make Elune's soul continue to grow stronger.

Norgannon put all the common memories and insights of all Titans into Elune's thinking bit by bit in the time of rapid progress.

Aggramar, a skillful defender, put all the battles he has experienced, all the combat experience, into the long growth of this Protoss.

The souls of the Titans must be manipulated very carefully in order to allow her to grow reasonably without damaging Elune’s consciousness.

When Terion promoted this final plan, he told the souls of the Titans that the moment the Elune reappeared in the starry sky, the will of the Pantheon will be reborn on her, and she herself is the walking Pantheon This is not a metaphorical description of emotion, this is the real future of Elune.

She will possess the wisdom and insights of Oman Sur and Nogannon.

She will have the vitality of Ionars.

She will possess the same skill of creation as Kazgros and Gogonas.

She will also possess the amazing force of Agrama.

At the cost of the complete end of the Pantheon era, Elune was awakened to maturity. This is in itself to regenerate the Pantheon in Elune’s body in another form, and only the power of the six Titans merges, plus the amazing potential of Elune, plus the fusion of Aggramar and Argus The recast body combines all of these together to give the new Elune the ability to fight Sargeras.

Is against...

Not defeated.

Before Elune grew to the limit, even with the help of Tyrion, she could not really beat Sargeras. For a dark Titan, Elune, Luna, who is detached from the stars, she must first find her way to detachment.

This is difficult.

Hard work, talent and luck are indispensable.

Sitting on the throne, raising his left hand, pushing the time to move forward, the king of gods Aman Sur felt a trace of exhaustion from his heart, even with the endless support of starry arcane, this oldest Titan has gone To the limit.

His soul body is no longer solidified before, and it looks like fluttering light and shadow. Just from the outside, you can feel that the soul of the Titan in front of you is about to die.

It’s not just him. It’s the same situation with the other five Titans. They poured all their strength and experience into the tree of life that nurtures the next generation. They themselves seem to be completely hollowed out. This is a true and thorough inheritance. There is no trace of Tibetan privacy, which is related to the hope and future of the era of stars, and the Titans will not make any private behavior.

Although they are also spirits, they also have their own consciousness and thinking, but the spirit of the world is born in order. They have a natural instinct for the maintenance of order.

"Cough"

The magic light in Nogannon's hands became weak, and the rapid weakness was like Mars struggling before the flames went out. His soul body flashed for a moment, and the dream weaver turned his head to look at the five companions around him, and then to the huge tree of life in the center of the temple, where a strong spirit was sleeping, Nogan Nongneng Feel her potential, and the majestic power flowing in the soul.

A gleam of relief flashed in the eyes under his hood, and another unabashed relief. He tried to straighten his body, making him look majestic.

He knew that he was coming.

"I fulfilled my duty."

Norgannon whispered, like a declaration of farewell, his soul began to dissipate, just like the castle built by quicksand began to collapse, and the endless light points from his dissipating footsteps all the way up, this soul of Titan The purest arcane glory is like the most shining starlight among the stars.

The beating fluorescent light is like the first ray of light at the beginning of everything, and the beauty is suffocating.

Norgannon's deep voice echoed in the Pantheon:

"Brothers, I am honored to spend those years with you, us, the next era..."

"Goodbye..."

The moment the words fell, Nogannon's body completely dissipated, and those halos representing magic flowed into the starry sky outside the temple. The wind of stars formed by this light swirled outside the tree of life, just like saying goodbye to Elune, the dream-weaver left all his own to Elune, and he gave the last ray of hope, Pinned on the everlasting stars.

Those stars carry Nogannon's final consciousness, so float into the stars. If he is lucky enough, then in the passage of time, there will be a new planet born of him, just like the last fight of the Argus the abolitionist, if they are lucky enough, then in the next era, they still have a chance Become a Titan again.

But even the second life cannot inherit the memories of their lifetime.

The creature named Nogannon is dead. This dream weaver died in the final salvation of the stars.

"Oh, I miss the days when we were together."

The weak Gorgonas raised his head diligently and looked at the starry sky outside the temple. His imaginary body, like Nogannon, began to turn into a little starlight like the sea. He said:

"I miss so much...the days we drink together..."

"The next era, the most beautiful era... must... must come!"

With the final expectation, Gorgonas dissipated in the Pantheon. On his throne, the restored tidal stone haunted the blue light and shadow of the sea, as if to bid farewell to the angry drinker.

The shaper Kazgros reached out, the starlight dissipated by Gorgonas circulated in his palm, the silent shaper nodded, he said in his most solemn voice:

"It will definitely come, my brother."

"We will be in that era...reunite."

"Om"

Kazgros' body collapsed inward like a collapsing mountain, as if the oldest stone statue was smoothed out in time, his face was not afraid, just like he usually did, it was like a knife His face was calm, as if it were all a task that must be completed.

"Will we win?"

The body of the life-giver, Ionaar, also began to dissipate in the fluorescence. She turned to look at Aman Sur who was also disappearing in the light of time. The Titan of Life asked:

"Elune, will she win?"

"Yes! She will definitely!"

Amansul stretched out his hand and held it with Ionaar's hand. A smile flashed on the old king's face, he said:

"Despair and hope are opposites forever. Sargeras' despair is not destined to put out the fire of hope..."

"She will win..."

"I saw it already..."

The king of the gods hadn't finished speaking, and he and the life Titan dissipated on his throne. After losing the maintenance of the Titan of Life, and the urging of the time stream, the tree of life in the center of the Pantheon began to wither quickly, the leaves withered, the branches decayed, and the thick trunks also peeled off like mud, revealing the deep sleep The spirit of the world.

Aggramar, the soul of the last Titan sits alone on his throne. He is also very weak, but he cannot die now, and he cannot leave. He was the last link in the lineage, and he wanted to witness Elune’s awakening with his own eyes.

In Agrama’s gaze, the appearance of Elune, the spirit of the world, has not changed much. It is still a night elf like a girl. Her face is 7 points similar to that of the moon sacrifice, Ms. Tyrande, probably When it is the spiritual form of the world, I instinctively refer to the appearance of life that I value most.

She was suspended in the air, her toes were a few inches from the ground, and she closed her eyes like a sleeping girl.

Her silver long hair became extremely long in the flow of time, and the soft, long hair covered with silver moon yarn fluttered gently behind her like a waterfall, reaching her feet. Her hands spread slightly, the silver moonlight gathered in her palm, a full moon in the left hand, and a crescent moon in the right hand, that was the sign of the real power awakening of the world spirit Elune.

Each Titan has its own unique power, which is the product of the combination of Arcane power and other powers.

The most powerful dark Titan Sargeras possesses the purest arcane power. The reason why he is beyond the stars is because he perfectly blends evil energy with arcane and achieves what no other Titan can achieve. To the point.

Elune...

The purity of Arcane power possessed by Elune surprised Agramama who was leaning on the chair. This girl, she really...it really is the Titan with the strongest potential. At the moment of maturity, the power of Arcane became two moon phases in her hands...

This means that as long as Elune can find another essence of power, combined with fusion, she can be truly detached like Sargeras.

But that is the future.

"Cough..."

Aggram’s body is becoming more illusory every minute and second, leaving him little time. The defender stood up from the throne with difficulty, and the left hand grabbed the shield of Aggram carrying his own strength. With the last effort, he threw the shield in his hand towards Elune, who was sleeping.

After doing this last move, the weak Agrama fell forward, and the whole person fell into a state of embarrassment on the ground before the throne.

"Oh, uh, uh"

The silver shield whirls in the air, and the whizzing brings the sleeping Elune to wake up. She opens her eyes. In her silver eyes, the light and shadow like the full moon appear, and the whole Pantheon is shrouded. In the cold moonlight.

The mature Protoss raised her hand, and the flying shield fell into her hand. The cold shield started. Elune’s consciousness completely returned. She looked blankly at the Pantheon in front of her. The Titans she knew well.

A touch of sorrow rose in Elune's heart. Without hesitation, she took a step forward. In the moonlight swaying place, she appeared quietly beside Agrama. She bent down and lifted the weak Agrama back to the throne.

She knelt in front of Agrama's eyes, she stretched out her hand, trying to touch Agrama's soul, but the moment her finger touched Agrama's arm, the defender's left arm seemed to collapse like quicksand. , Suddenly dissipated in this cold and lonely temple.

"no, do not want!"

Elune screamed and stretched out his hands, summoning the omnipresent moonlight, trying to recall the dissipated Aggramar, but the defender stopped Elune's actions.

In the light of his own body dying, Aggramar looked at Elune, his face full of expectations and pride, he said:

"Sorry, we...we forced you to embark on...this, destined...destined to the hard way..."

"However, there must always be someone to stand up..."

"Our era... is over. Elune, the next era belongs to you... we, we will eventually be in the stars...reunite."

Aggramar extended his right hand, trying to touch Elune’s silver hair, but the moment the finger extended, it turned into a radiant light, and the defender smiled helplessly. In the final demise of the body, he responded to Elune. En says:

"Don't hate him..."

"child..."

"Go, fight!"

Elune, like a sad girl, stretched out her arms and tried to hug her last loved one, but in her arms, there was nothing but the last blessings of loved ones.

She became lonely again.

It's like tens of thousands of years in Azeroth.

She has to be alone again.

The newborn moon **** half-kneeled before Agramar’s throne, just like in the final farewell to her loved ones. She held Agrama’s shield in one hand and clenched her other hand tightly. She lowered her head and felt the pain in her heart. Burning little by little like flames, in the change of her emotions, the silver moon veil that shrouded the Pantheon, like a dark moon coming, turned into a heavy dark moon light.

The gentle meniscus emblem on her forehead transformed little by little into black despair.

This is the most ruthless and darkest moon phase among the stars.

It's just like...

Put on Elune, the most indifferent war.

"what!!!"

The sad, painful roar sounded in the lonely pantheon, like...

First,

Battle roar.

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