To establish the first teleportation beacon, the Azeroth chose to leave its relatively safe high-altitude orbit and began to advance towards the stellar core where the Burning Throne was located, following a predetermined route.
After the demons near Antorus were cleared, the once clamorous demonic roars and continuous metallic clashes gradually subsided, leaving only the dull hum of fractured leylines and the gurgling flow of lava.
As the spaceship gradually descended, bizarre and colorful sights continuously appeared before all the crew members. They saw the deep black mantle gradually receding, replaced by a chaotic, bright yellow energy, as if they were no longer inside a planet, but within the flowing bodily fluids of some organism.
Those energies undulated like waves with the pulsations of Argus. The vitality of this planet had long since perished, which only made the energy within the stellar core more chaotic and restless.
Velen stood before the large viewport at the bow of the spaceship, his pale purple face reflecting a mix of yellow and green, which was the most abundant chaotic fel energy within Argus.
"This is the blood of our planet."
As a well-informed prophet, he had already realized the source of these energies: after Argus's entire vitality was drained by Sargeras, those chaotic energies intertwined within this stellar core's inner sea, becoming part of a boundless ocean of energy.
And the Burning Throne was situated above this vast, boundless ocean of energy, an absolute forbidden zone for ordinary demons and mortals. Without powerful strength or advanced technological protection, the surging chaotic energy here could easily tear apart fragile flesh, assimilating it into the energy sea.
With the repaired navigation map, they were able to avoid the chaotic spacetime affected by Aman'thul's power. During this process, Velen continuously saw scenes; those shattered fragments of spacetime reflected the planet's past history.
Argus's snow-capped peaks, majestic mountains; shimmering lakes and tranquil, peaceful oceans; and the Eredar cities that once bloomed with countless lights of wisdom, along with the radiant smiles of their people.
Jaina also saw these images. These heavy pasts now weighed heavily on their shoulders, "You have sacrificed too much for this, Prophet."
Velen nodded softly, "So I don't want all of this to repeat. We abandoned Argus, we abandoned Draenor, but we cannot abandon Azeroth again. We will not let Azeroth become like this, a tragedy that can only exist in our memories."
"Never, Prophet."
Jaina's voice was more resolute than ever, "We will win, and then we will all go home together."
The spaceship gradually approached the cold, iron throne. The bronze-colored metal throne was oppressive and somber, the ultimate symbol of the Burning Legion's authority.
"This is the holy land of the Legion demons... Hmph, to call it a holy land, in truth, demons would rather poke out their own eyes than look at this place for too long." Illidan mocked Sargeras's tyranny. The Dark Titan had built a high wall of fear and death above all existence; any existence inferior to him was merely expendable material to be disposed of at will.
At this moment, as the spaceship gradually approached, the metal giants guarding the throne had also prepared themselves. They operated the temple's weapon systems, aligning the dangerous muzzles, filled with annihilation energy, with the Azeroth.
But since the Alliance had come here, they were fully prepared. They had already detected the layout and structure of the throne's defense system in advance, and before the destructive weapons could fire, the spaceship's cannons had already aligned with their predetermined positions.
"Fire!"
At Xal'atath's command, magical cannon fire, as brilliant as a rainbow, roared forth. The super cannons, the crystallization of Azeroth's magical civilization, instantly paralyzed the Burning Throne's outer weapon systems.
Watching a series of explosions and tremors erupt from the bronze throne, the faces of the Alliance members were filled with excitement. This was their first shot fired against a god.
However, they were not careless. Although this strike seemed to effortlessly dismantle the Burning Throne's weapon systems, it also temporarily overloaded the Azeroth's attack capability, rendering it unable to provide artillery support for a certain period.
Fortunately, the enemy's counterattack capability was also destroyed immediately. What they needed to do now was to board the Burning Throne and rescue the Titan trapped within. If they consistently found themselves lacking in strength, then they would let a god deal with a god.
The Azeroth quickly launched a teleportation platform onto the platform they had cleared, successfully landing the first wave of elite troops on the Burning Throne. Relying on magic shield generators, they could temporarily resist the radiation of the surrounding chaotic energy, but this also meant they had to hold out until the next wave of personnel landed and relieved them, before the magic shields overloaded.
This was the combat plan prepared by the Alliance. Since mortals could not operate within the Burning Throne for too long, they would use various knowledge and techniques inherited from Azeroth to create barriers that would allow them to operate briefly within the Burning Throne, and then continuously deploy new forces to replace personnel whose shields had depleted.
This was undoubtedly a dangerous move. If they did not leave the throne before the radiation-isolating shields overloaded, then every extra second spent on the throne would cause potentially irreparable damage to the combatants' bodies.
Even the undead could not ignore this level of radiation; those chaotic rays would destroy the balance of necromantic energy within their bodies, turning them completely into ordinary corpses.
But everyone supported this plan, because it was the only method they could achieve in the short term. Only this way could they intervene in the "realm of gods" that was originally unreachable.
Among the first heroes to land were several leaders of the Silver Hand. As the most powerful Paladins on Azeroth, they unhesitatingly charged to the front lines.
"The Holy Light will mitigate the energy's harm to us. We will push as far as we can before we are exhausted!"
This was the guarantee given by the Paladins of the Silver Hand to the command center—even though many of them were part of the command center.
Mograine wielded the Ashbringer, roaring as he charged towards the nearest metal giant. These servants of the Dark Titan, created by Sargeras, possessed an aggressiveness far exceeding that of ordinary titan constructs; they were weapons born solely for slaughter and destruction.
But the Holy Light blade of the Ashbringer could still sever their bodies. Noticing this, Mograine unhesitatingly became the vanguard of the knight order, charging at the forefront under the illumination of the Holy Light.
It was not until he felt a burning pain clinging to his skin that Uther grabbed Mograine's shoulder and said in a deep voice, "The shield is about to give out. Retreat and rest first."
Mograine then came to his senses, seeing that the skin exposed through the gaps in his armor was already turning red. He glanced unwillingly at the throne's gate, which seemed to be within reach, and nodded.
Although the combat environment was exceptionally difficult, the brave Allied forces still carved out a battle line directly into the Throne's interior.
The strength of the titan constructs was indeed much greater than that of the demons, but the good news was that their numbers seemed to be few. It appeared that Sargeras, having the Burning Legion to handle his trivial matters, no longer bothered to create more construct servants; or perhaps his concept of a Dark Pantheon was still in its preliminary stages, with the Dark Titan expending too much energy on dealing with his fellow Titans to attend to such minor details.
This also gave the Allied forces hope for victory, as the intensity of the battle on the Burning Throne did not seem much stronger than on Antorus.
However, one person did not feel relaxed because of this. On the contrary, her tone remained solemn, and she did not forget to remind everyone: "Be careful, since this evil hall can imprison my kin, it means there are dark forces hidden within that should not be underestimated."
Eonar's mark was left on the Azeroth by Arthas. The weakened Titan could not provide much help in his combat but could help the Allied forces overcome some difficulties.
Moreover, compared to confronting Sargeras directly, Eonar was more willing to participate in the work of rescuing her own people. In her view, as long as Arthas could stall Sargeras for enough time for the Titans to escape their imprisonment, there would be a chance to completely defeat Sargeras.
"I know, before we rescue the Titans, we probably still have many powerful enemies to face."
Jaina had no intention of underestimating the enemy. Even though their current situation looked promising, she was well aware that they were very likely to encounter unprecedented powerful foes, beings completely beyond their normal understanding.
As time passed, they finally reached the gates of the Burning Throne.
The first brave soldier placed his hand on the gate. Just as he inserted his spear into the crack, attempting to pry open the gate in the most primitive way, something unexpected happened to everyone.
Rising flames filled everyone's vision. They couldn't even clearly see what was happening, only a red wall of fire suddenly rising, engulfing the warriors in front.
They didn't even have time to let out a scream before they all turned to ashes in the flames, their metal armor and weapons instantly vaporized, leaving not a single drop of molten iron.
Neither magical protection nor Holy Light shields had any effect, completely unable to stop the burning flames. The merciless fire equally annihilated the brave warriors in front of the gate.
Even the rear lines were torn apart by this fiery streak. Some tried to help their comrades resist the advancing flames, but when a mage controlling a high wall of water elementals and he himself were instantly swallowed by the flames, the others understood that evasion was the only method.
Just like that, the spreading sea of fire almost tore the Allied forces' line in half. This demonic fire, as if from hell, burned unceasingly, completely beyond their understanding of fire.
"What kind of power is this?!"
Jaina watched in shock as the Allied forces paid a heavy price in an instant. She had not expected the originally favorable situation to be almost overturned in a flash. To protect the remaining charging warriors, she did not hesitate to expend a large amount of magic, condensing a Frost Sigil on the platform from a long distance, attempting to block the advance of the sea of fire.
However, even Jaina's magic crumbled instantly before these flames. She watched the disintegrating Arcane runes in disbelief, her mind already racing with thoughts.
That was not just simple fire; within those scorching waves of heat, she felt an utterly unstoppable, vast aura of destruction.
At the same time, heavy footsteps echoed on the platform. From within the flames, a colossal shadow strode out. His cracked body seemed like a recently repaired artifact, yet his angry eyes spewed an unquenchable fire of rage.
"What a massive titan construct..."
Everyone gazed at the tall metal giant, muttering in unison. And before this giant, for the first time, they felt their own insignificance—an instinctive insignificance.
But no matter how insignificant, the brave still charged at him.
The warriors still holding their ground on the platform all brandished their swords at the towering giant. They tried their best to avoid the fierce tongues of fire, directing their attacks at his metallic body. For a moment, the platform was illuminated by various magic and arrows. Even soldiers who couldn't get close to the giant threw their spare weapons with all their might at what looked like weak points—the cracks on the giant's body.
However, none of their attacks had any effect. Whether it was metal arrows, swords, or magical energies like fire and frost, they couldn't even spark a single flicker on the giant's body.
"Aggramar..."
Eonar's deep voice rang out. She immediately identified this being, who was fundamentally different from other titan constructs. He was a Titan, a fallen Titan.
Xal'atath gazed at Aggramar. Among everyone, perhaps only she could still calmly assess the enemy before them. Even though others had prepared themselves to fight against gods, when they first faced a god, they would still fall into uncontrollable trepidation.
Jaina had constantly raised her estimations of the Titans in her predictions, but when they truly faced a Titan, she realized just how immense the gap between mortals and gods truly was.
While they pondered countermeasures, Aggramar finally responded to the "ants" on the platform who dared to attack him.
The broad, half-severed blade in his hand, made of unknown material, suddenly lifted. As the fierce light in the Titan's eyes flared, crimson flames erupted from the broken end of the blade, gradually coalescing into a thick, giant sword that seemed almost solid.
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And just glancing at this burning greatsword caused most of the warriors' eyes to sting, like staring at the scorching sun for too long, involuntarily shedding tears.
Flames clung to the sword. Aggramar held the hilt steadily, slowly raising his hand, preparing for the most ordinary chopping motion, until he brought the greatsword high above his head, then slammed it down fiercely.
"Evacuate quickly!"
Eonar almost shouted the warning in tension the moment she saw Aggramar preparing to attack. The Azeroth, under the Titan's command, quickly shifted to the other side of Aggramar's attack trajectory.
Just after the ship had moved, a fiery sword-scar, like a falling sky, descended and struck heavily on one side of the platform, emitting a huge and muffled sound.
The wild flames swept across half the platform in an instant, directly evaporating and erasing everything from space. Besides the scorch marks left on the bronze-colored metal platform, the living warriors vanished into the sea of fire in the blink of an eye.
Afterward, the destructive fiery sword-scar showed no signs of stopping, tearing through the platform's obstruction and rushing towards the outside of the Throne.
The sword-scar pierced through the sea of energy in their vision. The chaotic and deadly high-concentration energy ocean was forcibly cut in half by Aggramar's cleave, even allowing the Allied forces on the ship to see the exposed stellar core rock wall beneath.
If they hadn't maneuvered the ship to evade just now, the hull of the Azeroth would likely have been cut in two by that terrifying fiery sword-scar.
And such an opponent... how were they to fight?