Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 190 Death of Yogg-Saron

The guardians of the titans were devoured by Yogg-Saron's sudden appearance of thick tentacles, and now Dasa was the only troll left.

Yogg-Saron was very curious about Dasa. From the long war between the Yaqi Empire and the Zandalari Empire until now, he wanted to know how Dasa persisted as a mortal, and why he can stick to it.

"Now, you don't have any titan creations to rely on. As I said, your struggles are just in vain."

Yogg-Saron's voice came from his thousand throats. This voice was like millions of people speaking together, and the voices were also different.

Children, teenagers, youth, old age, men, women, monsters, all kinds of timbres are intertwined together to form this unique sound.

Daza didn't answer the idea of ​​the ancient god, he had nothing to talk about with these monsters, he only wanted to do one thing, and that was to kill this monster.

Let this damn guy die completely!
"What do you think your struggle is for now? To avenge those mortals who died from the bugs? But, have you forgotten that you sent them to the battlefield yourself?

Oh, judging by your social age, they were all children at that time. "

Yogg-Saron is going to test the will of this mortal. The Old Gods are a group of beings who like to play with people's hearts.

As soon as he finished speaking, the figures and faces of those troll teenagers and their shrill curses and cursing voices appeared in front of Dasa's eyes and ears.

They were blaming Dasa for his faults and his choices.

Cursing Dasa to send them all to the battlefield to die.

Regarding this, Dasa just had a cold face. He was still concentrating on avoiding the attacks of Yogg-Saron's tentacles, while trying his best to get close to the opponent's main body.

Yes, it was he who gave the order to let those young trolls go to the battlefield and the front line. Most of them died in that long war.

Even those who survived by luck are now getting worse day by day.

Regarding this point, Dasa never intends to deny it. He did this only on the basis of what must be done in order for the entire race and the entire civilization to continue to develop.

These are necessary sacrifices!
For these victims, he will be grateful and miss them forever, but he will not regret every decision he has made.

Because, he is the emperor of the Zandalari Empire!
Every decision he made was a joint decision of the entire empire! ,

If he regrets it, he will betray everyone who made the decision with him back then!

Looking at Dasa's current performance, Yogg-Saron became more and more interested. This mortal was indeed different from the other mortal natives he knew.

He will be a very good tool, a very good tool to overthrow the order of the Titans.

But before that, He still needs to test Dasa again.

"Your close friend, you hacked to death with your own hands, and you actually thought that you were taking revenge for him by killing me. Mortal, you are just venting your anger!"

Yogg-Saron's words suddenly became Zul's voice, and at the same time Zul's figure also appeared among the ghosts haunting Dasa.

"Yogg-Saron, do you think that creating these illusions can break my psychological defense?! You underestimate me!"

With a vigorous swing of the ax in Dasa's hand, the golden-red anger smashed the phantoms apart.

Everything disappeared, even those voices who reprimanded him also disappeared.

"This world doesn't need you ancient gods! Everything about the Zandalar Empire is beyond your judgment! I will bear everything! Whether it is glory or shame. Because, I am the emperor! I am the king of gods!"

While roaring at Yogg-Saron, Dasa chopped off three thick tentacles all over his face.

Before this, Ax and Yue could not do this.

"What can you bear? You can't bear anything! You can't bear any responsibility!"

The voice of the old chief Wukan appeared in Dasa's ear.

"I've said it before, Yogg-Saron. I am the emperor of the Zandalari Empire, the god-king of the Loa! The king will allow it! The king will bear it! The king will judge! Today is your death day!"

Dassa's already extremely angry mood became even more angry when the figures and voices of the sacrificed hunters of the old Zandalari tribe appeared.

"Hehe, your big words really make people laugh. Without that incomplete ancient god, without the assistance of your titan guardian, you mortals can only ask me for forgiveness."

Yogg-Saron laughed sarcastically at Dasa's haughty words.

"Pray for forgiveness? Yogg-Saron, are you telling me a joke?! This is indeed a funny joke!"

Dasa turned and moved his body for a while, finally broke through many obstacles, and came to Yogg-Saron's big mouth.

Now, he is coming.But how to give this guy a fatal blow?

It's a question that has always plagued him.

The duration of the berserk is not long, and the only thing he can do and believe in now is himself.

After thinking so much, Dasa finally decided to give up thinking and use the ax in his hand to replace his thinking.

Having lost the Claw of Xalatath, Daza drew out the Flame Strike at his waist again, and the two weapons in his hands turned into blades of a meat grinder again and began to cut quickly on Yogg-Saron's body.

However, this kind of progress is no different from scraping for Yogg-Saron.

A mortal is just a mortal.

Even if his will is firm, he is just a mortal.

Yogg-Saron was a little tired of the current situation, and he decided to add some difficulty to Dasa.

More tentacles sprang out from the depths of the ground. These tentacles no longer simply chose to slap Daza, but suddenly shot shadow arrows one after another from the suction cups of those tentacles, shooting at Dasa.

Facing these attacks like a rain of shadow arrows, Dasa mustered up all his anger, and waved the weapon in his hand to block them all.

This burst of shadow arrow rain seems to be just an appetizer, more and more tentacles rise rapidly, and along with these tentacles, there are also a large number of Enraki fighters.

These faceless legions were quickly formed under the division of Yogg-Saron, and they quickly approached Dasa under the rain of shadow arrows from these tentacles.

Soon he was surrounded.

"You are only one person now, and you are about to face your death? Now, who will be judged?"

Yogg-Saron deliberately stopped the churning of the tentacles in the area where Dasa was standing. Looking at Dasa surrounded by countless Enraki, he continued to tease.

Despite being surrounded by these faceless monsters, Daza also behaved very indifferently.

In this life, he has lived in his 50s and is almost 60 years old. He has lived long enough!Anyway, his best friend is dead, so it doesn't matter if he dies here!

Having figured it out, without the slightest hesitation, he continued to charge, charging towards this group of faceless men!

"Fight of Trapped Beasts."

Yogg-Saron observed Dasa's performance and smiled calmly. He just watched the scene where Daza was gradually surrounded by Enraki and completely disappeared.

Alone.

When the shadow covers the whole world, everything about us will be swallowed by the shadow.

But we are not really fighting alone, the common sense of responsibility and the common will to survive will unite us in the face of crisis!
Just like our ancestors, generation after generation of strong survivors struggled to survive.

Inside and outside the city of Ulduar, the priests are conducting this extremely large spell ceremony under the guidance of Noth, the new high priest.

"Remember! Nothing can go wrong! If something goes wrong! We and our world will perish!"

North was dressed in the high priest's fine attire, standing on the high platform, holding the gorgeous long staff in his hand.

"Gather your strength together! Give it to me!"

North finished speaking and launched this huge spell.

Whether it is the troll warriors of the Zandalari Empire or the Buffalo warriors, whether the priests use the holy light or the elements, at this moment they all concentrated their efforts together and gathered them together in North On the prepared ritual circle.

strength!This is so powerful that it has surpassed the power of all loa gods, making North extremely intoxicated.

But she is also very clear that this kind of violent power is enough to swallow her completely, these powers are not prepared for her, these are what she intends to infuse into Dasa.

After learning that Zul had nominated her to Dasa as the second high priest of the empire, Noth was excited, but also deeply jealous of these ancient gods.

She knew that mortals alone were no match for these ancient gods, and the loa were also unreliable.

After thinking about it, her thoughts once again went back to the kind of spells used by the blood trolls back then.

Since the trash can't use their own power well, let them hand over their own power and everything, and teach their priests to use it.

Now, the soldiers of the expeditionary army of the Zandalari Empire also sacrificed their own everything, and they chose to dedicate everything to their emperor-Dasa.

North identified Dasa's location through the amulet carried on his body, mobilized everyone's power, cooperated with a small part of the magic power of the Well of Eternity, and opened a portal leading directly to the cave deep in Ulduar.

These huge energies were injected into the target's body through this small faint blue portal.

North was also betting, and she was not sure that Dasa's body could withstand such a huge force without being instantly exploded.

At this moment, she extremely hoped that Dasa's body could sustain such energy, and use this power to permanently kill that ancient god.

A huge energy column descended from the sky, illuminating the dark crypt, and Yogg-Saron was also confused by this sudden scene.

He didn't understand what this beam of light that didn't look like an attack was.

But he will soon find out.

When Daza was exhausted, he suddenly felt a steady stream of power pouring into his body. These injected powers were extremely mixed, but although they were mixed, they all conveyed a belief to him.

Defeat the ancient god Yogg-Saron, for the sake of Azeroth, and the Zandalari Emperor who has the most emperors must win!
These powers come from every citizen of the Zandalari Empire, regardless of their personal strength, and now these seemingly weak forces are all gathered together.

This torrent of energy visible to the naked eye was formed, and these dazzling bands of light were injected into Dasa's body together.

"I feel it! I feel their desire! Yogg-Saron! As I said, today is your day of judgment!"

Dasa let out a roar that shook away the Enraki who almost buried him.

He stood up again from the place where he was overwhelmed. This time, there were countless dazzling bands of light floating behind him, and these bands of light were all connected to the dark blue space portal on the top of the crypt.

These powers were sent into Dasa's body in this way.

Yogg-Saron still hadn't reacted at this moment, he just thought it was Dasa's last desperate struggle.

More dense shadow arrows shot at him, and a larger number of Enraki's army rushed towards him.

With the rain of shadow arrows coming from the opposite side, with a wave of the ax in Dasa's hand, the invisible air wave scattered all the shadow energy in front of him.

A large number of Enraki were turned into fly ash under the two slashes of the Flame Strike in his hand.

After killing the guys blocking the way, Dasa quickly headed towards the core position of Yogg-Saron.

It was only at this time that Yogg-Saron realized Dasa's problem, and he tried his best to mobilize his strength to go towards Dasa, but this goal was too small.

Dasa's speed has reached the fastest speed he can reach at this moment, turning into a stream of light almost instantaneously, and arriving at the core area of ​​Yogg-Saron.

He focused on nearly half of the power in his body with the ax in his hand, and Dasa himself knew very well what would happen to him under the attention of such a huge power.

But as long as he can kill this ancient god, this is the price he is willing to pay.

"Feel the power of this mortal you have overlooked! Yogg-Saron!"

Accompanied by Dasa's swing of the axe, the blooming power instantly cut off all the tentacles intercepting in the core area, and Yogg-Saron was split in two by Dasa's axe.

He couldn't believe it until he died, that he would die in the hands of a mortal.

"How is it possible?! How did you do it?! This is impossible!"

Xalatath also escaped by chance because of Yogg-Saron's death, but he looked at Dasa in front of him and felt that he might as well be completely swallowed by Yogg-Saron.

He saw a mortal god who surpassed the Old Gods!
"I've said it, and that's where my real strength comes from."

Dasa looked down at the embarrassed Xalatas and answered indifferently.

Because of Yogg-Saron's death, several trapped Titan Guardians escaped with Xal'atath.

Xalatas didn't stay in front of Dasa for too long, he chose to escape, a purple-black void door opened, and his figure disappeared in it, at such a fast speed that Dasa and a group of titan guardians None of them responded.

At this moment, the matter of Xalatath is not the last thing, because Yogg-Saron has already been executed.

Yogg-Saron died, a bit hastily, so hastily that it took seven days for the Titan Guardians to truly confirm the death of the ancient god.

On the Zandalari side, Yogg-Saron's death kicked off a grand celebration of unprecedented scale.

Dasa, after the battle ended, sensed his current situation.

His death is approaching, this is the price of using Moon Night God of War and that power, after all, he is just a mortal.

The body cannot bear that level of strength.

(End of this chapter)