Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 168 The Light of Elune

Kithix died, and the Aqir Empire built by it fell apart with his death.The swarms were in chaos, lost their high-level command, and they were completely reduced to beasts with high-level will.Madly attacking all living creatures within their perception, including those faceless ones.

"Stop advancing! Build a defensive line on the spot! Don't get entangled with those bugs! Let them kill each other!"

Zul looked at the battle situation in front of him and immediately issued a new order.

The trolls are indeed powerless to chase those bugs at this moment. On the one hand, the bug swarm has fallen into civil strife, and chasing rashly is likely to fall into the internal friction of the bug swarm; The ability to attack, or whether they can maintain the existing defense line is a problem.

The curse from the ancient gods still exists even now that the black mist dissipates. This curse continues to erode their bodies, their spirits and even their souls.

The strong body became dry and rickety due to the curse, and the full spirit became more and more crazy because of the whispers of the ancient gods. If the priests in the formation had not always maintained the belief of the trolls, they might have already become true monsters. Crazy now.

Even so, it's unclear how long this dire situation can last.

After Zul gave the order, he sat down on his chair, holding the lapis lazuli staff tightly with both hands, and now he had to be patient, to endure those whispering voices from all directions and even from the bottom of his heart , he had to be on guard all the time, whether the whispering voice might drive him mad.

He didn't know how long he could last, nor how long the other trolls in the Legion could last.

Neltharion hovered from the sky and fell to the ground, and Kisix's body had turned into fly ash and dissipated between the sky and the earth.

Dasa was standing in front of the claw of Xal'atath floating in mid-air, looking at the Xalatath that had been restored to the shape of a scimitar with a serious expression.

"Really, is there any other way?"

"What do you think those black mist are? They are used by us to recruit believers. Those are good things. That kind of pure shadow energy is rare in this world. If you are infected by that kind of thing, your legion will sooner or later Will be part of those three guys."

After listening to Xalatas' words, Dasa took a deep breath and fell silent.

He had thought before that this legion would be completely annihilated, and would die in the battle with the swarm, but there are things in this world that are far more terrifying than death.

Eternal slavery!
To be enslaved by the ancient gods forever, from body to spirit, to be completely enslaved by those monsters.

This is an ending more terrible than death.

Dasa didn't want the army that followed him to fight back from Zul Dazar all the way back to the grassland to end like this.

"Of course, you can also choose to accept my gifts, become my believers, and obey my orders."

Xalatas liked the feeling at this moment very much. No matter how high-spirited the mortal in front of him was, in the end he could only ask for himself.

The wild demigods they once believed in could not offer them any salvation.

Get real, mortals.

In this world, only He can give true salvation.

"Don't think about it, I would rather end their suffering with my own hands than allow you to get involved in their spiritual world."

Hearing what Xalatas said, Dasa suddenly raised his head with red eyes, stared at the scimitar floating in front of him, and roared viciously.

"Ha! I really want to see how long you can be arrogant. It's dusk now, you should have noticed that their skin has turned black. They are determined not to persist It's tonight."

Xalatas was amused by Dasa's angry state of mind, and he decided to make up for it.

"There will always be a way, Dasa. The souls of those warriors should not be tortured like this."

After landing on the ground, Neltharion walked slowly to Dasa's side. He had already listened to the whole conversation between the two, and it was only at this time that he realized what the thing that Dasa carefully kept was what it was.

The remnant body and soul of an ancient god from the ancient times!

This is really incredible!
He couldn't imagine how a mortal like Dasa could control this weapon.

"You're right, Neltharion. Take me back, it's time to return this weapon to the Virgin."

Dasa said and grabbed Xal'atath floating in mid-air.

"You are crazy! After feeling my power, you still want to send me back to that damn prison?!"

Xalatas said angrily when he heard what Dasa said.

After devouring so many essences of General Krasis, he finally regained a little strength, at least his remnant body has grown from the size of a dagger to the size of a scimitar now.

The activity is still increasing, and he is also imagining a better future.

But it never occurred to him that a mortal like Dasa would immediately send himself back to that damned secondary titan guardian after killing those Krasis generals!
How can he do this? !
"I'm not crazy, Xal'atath. On the contrary, I'm sober. I know how dangerous you old gods are. That's why I'm sending you back to Oldir."

Daza was held by Neltharion and headed towards the direction of the Virgin. He could feel that the scimitar in his hand had become a bit sticky at this moment, and his spirit was only being attacked by Xalatas.

But even so, he will hold on to the scimitar tightly and return it to the Virgin of Purity.

Because, this is the agreement he made with the other party back then.

As the emperor of the Zandalari Empire, he must abide by the agreement he made.

Seeing that Xal'atath was getting closer and closer to the defense line of the Zandalari Empire, he was struggling more and more.He regretted a little, regretted that he had not escaped from the control of this mortal in front of him as soon as possible.

At the beginning, he should have left immediately after recovering his floating ability, but his own caution made him look like this now,

But no matter how regretful it was, it was useless, because Neltharion had already brought Dasa back.

Considering that the demigods of the wilderness and all the trolls have suffered a serious decline in combat power due to the black mist, the guardian dragons have assumed the main defense responsibilities at this time.

It's already dusk now, and it won't be long before the sky will darken. Without the sunlight, the shadow energy will be more active at night, and those curses will also become more active.

This is definitely not good news for all trolls.

"I'm back, Our Lady of Purity. Prepare your special storage box, I'm here to return the claw of Xalatas."

Dasa held Xalatas tightly with both hands and walked quickly to the Virgin of Purity.

"I'm ready, let's put that thing in. It can be seen that this ancient god's remnant body has recovered a lot in this battle."

The Virgin of Purity took off a special airtight box at the back of her waist, and asked Dasa to stuff the claw of Xalatas into it.

Regardless of Xalatas' resistance, Dasa resolutely sent the artifact in.

With the sealing of the sealed box, Xalatas' voice completely disappeared from Dasa's mind. At this moment, Dasa felt that the world was quiet.

"You did not disappoint me, Dasa."

The Virgin of Purity looked at Daza, and her words were filled with relief.

"I'm a person who always walks the talk."

Dasa looked up at the Virgin.

"Your companions, I can't do anything. I was only researching related topics before, but I haven't made any breakthroughs."

The Virgin of Purity also knew the question Dasa wanted to ask now, but she really had no way to face the curse of the ancient god.

"What? Isn't the facility in Odier able to solve this kind of purification?"

Daza looked at the Virgin of Purity in disbelief. He had originally hoped that the Virgin of Purity would use the purification device in Odierne to purify the trolls for the sake of the great achievements of the trolls in this battle to eliminate those trolls. Curse of the Old Gods.

"It can't be done, unless you are going to kill them all."

The Virgin of Purity shook her head indifferently. She is just a secondary titan guardian. Even the titans can't do this kind of thing, so how can she do it.

"Really? I see."

After listening to the words of the Virgin of Purity, Dasa left here with a dejected expression as if he had received a notice of his critical illness. He headed for the center of the legion.

He wished to be with his old friend Zul in these final moments.

"It's Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty, you have triumphed!"

"His Majesty!"

When Dasa walked past the formation of the troll legion, the madness in the eyes of these cursed and tormented warriors subsided a lot, and became a little clearer.

Compared with the loa gods, in the minds of these warriors, Dasa, the emperor of the Zandalari Empire is their true belief.

One war after another was also victorious under the leadership of His Majesty the Emperor.

But this time, even those evil gods were not His Majesty's opponents, they fell at Dasa's feet one by one.

How could these troll warriors, who knew their days were numbered, not be thrilled to have a last look at the emperor they were following.

"Soldiers, stick to your posts. We will be able to survive this time, and we will be able to withstand the curse of the ancient gods this time."

Looking at these soldiers, Dasa felt a sense of sadness spread in his heart.

Even so, he couldn't allow such emotions to appear on his face, because he was their emperor; he had to give them hope.

Even in this near-mortal situation, it must be so.

Surrounded by these weary warriors, Dasa returned to Zul's chariot, opened the door curtain and entered.What caught my eye was the still stooped figure of my friend.

"Your Majesty, are we victorious?"

Hearing the movement of the door curtain, Zul tightened his grip on the lapis lazuli scepter with both hands. When he saw Dasa's golden eyes, he suddenly felt calm in his heart.

"Victory, old man. We, won."

Dasa's voice trembled at this moment, and he hugged Zul's crouched and crouched body.

"Win, it's good to win, it's good to win."

Zuul felt the warmth from Dasa's arms, and at the same time felt the drops of water on his neck, which he knew were the tears of his old friend.

"The price is too high."

Dasa hugged Zuer tightly, and said with heartache.

"Your Majesty, all of this is voluntary."

Zull smiled softly.

"Listen, Zul. I am your emperor. I will never allow any of you to leave me because of this damn curse, understand?! I want you to hold on!"

Dasa's voice became urgent, and he was losing his temper like a child.

"Dasa, why are you still acting like a child. Death is something that every one of us has to experience."

Hearing Dasa's words, Zul was about to be amused by the crazy words of the Old God.

Perhaps it is also a good thing to face death with a smile.

"Shut up, this is the emperor's order! You must do it!"

Dasa didn't know what to say at this moment, he just hugged his friend's body tightly and wept silently.

When the last rays of the sun dissipate in the sky, night falls.

The battle on the distant battlefield has long since ended. The Faceless Ones have been wiped out by the crazy swarms, and the swarms have already dispersed.

Only a few buggers chose to retreat south to the subterranean capital of the Aqir Empire.

The curse on the trolls broke out completely at this moment, and the priests were helpless, because they themselves were already crazy.

Outside the chariot, there were piercing howls one after another, that kind of madness, that kind of terrifying sound tormented every sane creature present.

"Titan, these warriors should not suffer such humiliation!"

Alexstrasza identified with the trolls in this battle, and she put away her inner arrogance, and now seeing these brave warriors suffer such a curse, she couldn't calm down in her heart.

"This is the power of the ancient gods, can we really not help them?"

Ysera turned her head to look at Malygos who was beside her. She hoped that this elder brother who focused on research on the mysterious side would have a good solution.

"I really have nothing to do, even the secondary titan guardian has nothing to do, what can I do?!"

Malygos frowned and looked at the crazed trolls in the distance.

Neltharion looked at the scene in front of him silently, and finally decided to look for Dasa's figure, he thought that the mortal king would not just watch.

It was only when he went deep into the trolls that Neltharion realized how vicious the curse was, and it also raised his vigilance against these ancient gods to the highest level.How could these noble souls, these valiant warriors be driven so far by the curse of the Old Gods!
But soon, he witnessed a miracle.

In the sky, the dark clouds dispersed under the blowing of the wind, two bright moons hung high in the sky, and the bright white lady and the blue blue child appeared together.

"Eluen, come save us."

Malorne lay tired on the ground, straightened his neck and looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and said joyfully.

Just like what he said, with the bright moonlight shining through the dark clouds and shining on the land, the hearts and spirits of the trolls, who were tortured by the curse of the ancient gods, suddenly calmed down. The pain and suffering in my heart also subsided after bathing in the moonlight.

Dasa walked out of the chariot with Zul in his arms, bathed in the two rounds of bright moon together, and stared up at the white lady in the sky.

The light of Elune dispelled the curses of the ancient gods, and the moonlight cured the madness in his heart.

Xal'atath, who was locked in a special container, stared at the moon in the sky incredulously.

The Southern Expedition Corps was saved.

(End of this chapter)