"Forehead..."
Turalyon's lips twitched as he looked at the shattered fortress barrier. He leaned close to Khadgar and whispered, "Who exactly is this woman? This terrifyingly powerful strength... surely Mortal couldn't possess it?"
Khadgar chuckled and shrugged. "It's a long story, Turalyon. Have you ever heard of the Night Elf Empire from ancient times?"
The not-so-young Turalyon scratched his graying hair in confusion. "Of course I've heard it. Didn't you tell us it as a story before? This has nothing to do with... ah."
Turalyon realized what was happening immediately, and he glanced at Azshara's back in surprise.
"Could this woman be the legendary Night Queen Azshara?"
Khadgar nodded and said, "That's right. The process of Queen Azshara's reappearance is quite complicated. We can discuss it in detail another time."
"That's right, let's get down to business first."
Turalyon drew his sword and took a deep breath. " Army of the Light! Charge! Break through the defenses of Nathrax Fortress and rescue the demon lord Kiljaeden, imprisoned by Sargeras!"
Although only thirty years have passed since Turalyon's disappearance, in reality, in the time-chaotic Twisting Nether, he has been traveling with the Army of the Light for thousands of years.
The blessing of Xera and the unique nature of Twisting Nether allowed Turalyon to break through the limits of human lifespan and continue to fight on the front lines against Burning Legion.
Thanks to his outstanding leadership skills, Turalyon has risen from a super soldier in the Army of the Light to his current important position.
As the Archbishop of the Army of the Light, with Xera only responsible for making general decisions, Turalyon is the de facto commander of the Army of the Light.
Mother of Light placed great trust in Turalyon, a devout follower of the Holy Light, granting him considerable decision-making authority in battle. Turalyon's prestige within the Army of the Light was unparalleled.
Although many Lightforged Draenei were puzzled by Turalyon's order to assist Azeroth Allied Forces in rescuing Kiljaeden, the Army of the Light, who obeyed orders without question, still followed the Archbishop's command and launched an attack on Naskrath Fortress.
With the allied forces clearing the way, the number of demons in Krokuun decreased dramatically. Most of the remaining demons fled back to the fortress, intending to hold out and await reinforcements with the help of the strong defensive barrier.
Most demons did not believe that Azeroth's fleet could breach the Burning Throne, which was under Sargeras' command.
Once the Burning Legion's reinforcements from various star sectors arrive one after another, dealing with these invaders will be as easy as catching turtles in a jar.
Azshara's force in tearing the barrier apart greatly frightened the demons. Although the barrier of Nathrax Fortress was not personally set up by Sargeras, its strength was already among the best of Argus' various strongholds.
The resurrected Destroyer Mannoroth killed his demoralized subordinates and personally charged forward with his massive body, attempting to block the attacks of the Army of the Light, the Shattered, and Azeroth Allied Forces.
"snort!"
Azshara stood with one hand on his hip, looking at the clumsy and tall Pit Lord with a cold smile on his lips.
"Has this idiot been resurrected again? It seems fools are indeed blessed."
Mannoroth may not be the brightest, but for those in positions of power, a subordinate with considerable fighting prowess but low intelligence is trustworthy.
As long as they are sent out to charge into battle, they usually achieve good results.
Having fought the Burning Legion for over a thousand years, Turalyon is intimately familiar with the characteristics of all kinds of demons.
Pit Lords are characterized by their immense strength and outstanding defense, but their agility ranks among the lowest in the Burning Legion.
"ha!"
Turalyon, radiating golden light, sprouted a pair of holy wings from his back and unleashed his vengeful fury, leaping and slashing at Mannoroth.
As their disproportionate weapons clashed, Turalyon, having conserved some of his strength, used the recoil to adjust his posture and leap a second time onto Mannoroth's massive spear.
The broken sword in Turalyon's hand came from Anduin Lothar.
After the battle with Orgrim, Lothar, feeling old and frail, officially retired from the front lines. As a token of his legacy, he handed over his broken weapon to the second Marshal of the Alliance, Turalyon.
Turalyon did not simply treat this symbolically significant sword as a souvenir or collectible, but continued to use it as his weapon.
Lothar's sword is called the Great Royal Sword. At this moment, the longsword that Turalyon is wielding looks like it has a complete blade, but in reality, the upper part of the broken sword is an energy blade made of holy light condensed by Turalyon.
As the youngest of the original Five Knights, Turalyon was far more talented than his four brothers in the path of the Holy Light.
Leading the Army of the Light in battles across the land for over a thousand years, Turalyon has made rapid progress amidst countless life-threatening situations, having already surpassed the limits of Mortal and entered the realm of demigods.
Mannoroth was indeed incredibly powerful; if struck head-on by him, even a demigod would suffer severe injuries on the spot.
Turalyon has defeated many Pit Lords and has a thorough understanding of the race's characteristics.
No matter how powerful the attack, it is meaningless if it misses the target.
Using his momentum, Turalyon flipped over and stepped on Mannoroth's weapon, then raised his great royal sword and slashed at Mannoroth's head.
"Take this, you demon!"
At the critical moment, Mannoroth urgently flapped his fleshy wings to shield his forehead.
"Sizzle!"
The thin membrane on Mannoroth's fleshy wings was easily pierced by Turalyon, and the condensed holy light blade left a deep scratch on the Destroyer's face.
"Ah! Ants!"
Mannoroth cried out in pain as his Fel Energy surged throughout his body, temporarily forcing Turalyon back with a burst of Fel Energy centered on himself.
When Turalyon and Mannoroth clashed head-on, Tirion, wielding Ashbringer, slaughtered his way through hordes of demonic minions; demons below the demigod level were virtually defenseless against him.
Tirion has noticed Turalyon's progress and is very pleased with it.
'If we win this war, the alliance will gain a powerful demigod.'
Including Varian and Jaina, the alliance members have no intention of challenging Night Elves for leadership of Azeroth, at least not for the time being.
The Alliance's current thorn in their side is Horde, and if Turalyon can help them in the war against Horde, Tirion believes that ultimate victory will surely belong to them.
'I only hope that the war with Horde will not cause further bloodshed; if it can be avoided, then so be it.'
As an upright first paladin, Tirion had always opposed the war within Azeroth, but given the circumstances, he was merely a soldier and powerless to interfere in the overall situation of the Alliance.
Even without the protection of the barrier, Nathrax Fortress' defensive capabilities should not be underestimated.
The only passage to the fortress is a large bridge with its sides suspended in the air, and below the bridge, the green Fel Energy molten pool is still churning with countless disgusting bubbles.
The massive Pit Lord led his army to block the end of the bridge; without defeating him, it would be impossible to successfully enter the fortress.
While Bolvar and Tirion were directing the battle, Khadgar, Voljin, and Adal joined the siege of Mannoroth.
Azshara, who was supposed to be watching from the rear, had already disappeared. Velen seemed unsurprised by this, calmly stroking his beard as he observed the battle.
Meanwhile, in the Nathrax Fortress underground prison, in an energy-filled "luxury" cell, a red-skinned Eredar sat against the wall, his expression somber as he pondered a problem.
"Hehe~ the deceiver" Kiljaeden, it's nice to meet you, but you don't seem to be in a good mood.
A stunningly beautiful Night Elves woman suddenly appeared outside the cell, greeting Eredar inside with a slightly husky, sexy voice in a teasing tone.
Eredar was startled from his reverie, frowning as he looked at the person who had spoken, a clear look of surprise on his face.
"You are, Azshara, the Queen of the Night?"
Krokuun's campaign is progressing smoothly, while Antoran Wastes ' advance is very slow in comparison.
Countless demons swarmed the path to Antorus, and numerous small fel warships hovered above the Antoran Wastes, releasing a large number of unmanned autonomous aircraft from their interiors.
Burning Legion fighters and Azeroth Allied Forces' air combat arcane golems engaged in fierce aerial battles, while the destroyers and cruisers of both sides clashed, illuminating the entire Antoran Wastes.
The fighting on the ground was even more brutal. While the casualties of Azeroth Allied Forces soldiers were kept within a certain range, a large number of arcane golems were destroyed for every short distance they advanced.
The demons of the Burning Legion seemed to pour out of Antorus in an endless stream. The demons backed by the main camp showed tenacious resistance, and under the command of Eredar's officers, Jarod's main force made an extremely difficult advance.
"It still doesn't work."
At the Allied Command headquarters, Jarod frowned and said, "Continuing the assault will only be a pointless waste of manpower, but if we don't stop the Burning Legion's army here, the operations on the other two routes will be affected. It's tough."
Although most Azeroth people are face-blind to demons, according to the warlocks of the Blackface Council, they have seen many previously defeated demon generals scurrying out of Antorus and rejoining the battle.
In other words, these demons are constantly being destroyed and resurrected, attempting to wear down Azeroth Allied Forces through this underhanded method.
Shandris' expression was equally grim. Faced with endlessly resurrecting demons, if they couldn't inflict a sufficient blow on them in one go, these demons would reappear alive and kicking in front of them in a few days.
"How about we send the Enterprise to launch an attack on the Antorus region from outside the planet?"
"no."
Jarod shook his head and said, "Our army is too entangled with Burning Legion. An attack launched from above the orbit is too powerful and could cause serious damage to our soldiers when it hits Burning Legion."
"Given the Burning Legion's ability to revive on the spot, this approach is counterproductive."
Archbishop Nelly sighed helplessly, "It seems that we can only maintain the stalemate for the time being. Hopefully, the Prophet and Speaker Moonshadow can make some progress."
...
Andreas was unaware of the situation on the other two fronts at the time, and he had already arrived near the Seat of the Council.
On the ground, the Void Creatures, led by Ethereals, launched a fierce attack on Andreas in the air without mercy. After circling the Seat of the Council, Andreas discovered that the total number of Void Creatures here was quite large, at least 100,000.
" Ethereals?"
Ethereals are beings that possess the ability to physically traverse the universe, and their presence can be seen on almost every civilized planet.
However, these Ethereals Shadowbringers who had defected to the Void were completely different from those Andreas had seen before.
Aetherial Consortium After the Draenor branch partnered with Azeroth, the consortium headquarters increased its resource and manpower investment in Azeroth. The few precision parts that were missing when building the spaceship were purchased through the Aetherial Consortium.
Over the years, Andreas has maintained close contact with Prince Haramad, the node prince who remained in Azeroth, and learned a great deal about the current situation of the Ethereals from him.
" Speaker Moonshadow, if you are setting out for Argus, beware of an Ethereal named Nezar."
Hamed, who always prioritizes business, unusually took the initiative to visit Andreas and offer him a reminder when the coalition forces set off.
"Even for the Aetherial Consortium, whose business spans the universe, Argus is an untouchable zone."
" Burning Legion is only one of the dangers; more importantly, this planet is one of the breeding grounds that Void Grand Marshal Nezar values."
"hotbed?"
"Yes." Haramade's tone was unusually serious. "Our home planet Calesi has been severely eroded by void energy due to the destruction caused by Dimensius, the Devourer of Worlds."
"Most Ethereals chose to escape their homeworld and rebuild Calesi in their own way. Even radical madmen like the Vengeance Army were motivated by our homeworld."
"But the traitors led by Nezar are different."
Hamed's voice clearly showed emotional fluctuations, an uncontrollable anger.
"Led by whispers from the void, some Ethereals have chosen to side with the Void forces and turn against our own kind."
"Nezar is very familiar with the Ethereals ' physical structure. His fellow citizens who were captured were easily brainwashed and transformed into part of the Void forces, assisting our enemies against their own will."
" Speaker Moonshadow, Nezar, who has been appointed as the Void Governor, possesses great strength and influence. Although we do not know Nezar's true strength, his countless Void monsters alone are difficult to deal with. Please be very careful."
"certainly."
Hamed deliberately adopted a light tone at the end, saying, "If you can take down Nezar, I can guarantee on behalf of the Aetherial Consortium that we will increase our support for Azeroth and export more valuable goods to you."
Pulling himself out of his memories, and absorbing all the incoming void power while shielded by the Shadow Shield, Andreas was slightly distracted.
For Nezal, Argus was just one of countless bases he had chosen. If it weren't for the Dark Naaru Rula drawing his attention, the tiny MacAree would have been completely unworthy of his attention.
"Um?"
Just as Andreas was lost in thought, he suddenly sensed a faint disturbance in the nearby shadowy space.
"Get out here!"
"Bang!"
The Staff of Ganir, imbued with Shadow Power, thrust to his side, and with a muffled groan, an Ethereal in a long robe stumbled and fell rather disheveled from the shadowy passage.
Andreas' eyes flashed, and he dragged the Ethereal away from the Void Creatures ' attack range.
"Who are you? Why are you hiding in the shadows, spying on me?"
Ethereals hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head. "Please don't misunderstand. I have no ill intentions towards you. I'm just curious why you're enduring the attacks of Void Creatures without retaliating."
Ethereals placed his left hand behind his back and his right hand in front of his lower abdomen, performing a strange gesture towards Andreas.
Andreas had heard from Haramad during a casual conversation that this was a special etiquette the Ethereals used when addressing distinguished individuals.
"Powerful Void God, please call me Twoworld Walker. Like you, I am also an enemy of the Void forces."
'It really was you.'
Andreas looked at Ethereals, who called himself Twoworld Walker, with a half-smile. In the original history, this person had served as the mentor of the Void Elf Alleria.
"Don't rush to bow, I need to correct something first."
A dazzling holy light flashed from Andreas' hand, and the powerful, repulsive energy caused Twoworld Walker to instinctively take two steps back.
"I am neither a void god nor a pure god of holy light."
" Twoworld Walker, you claim to be an enemy of the Void forces, but in my opinion..."
Andreas smirked coldly. "The aura of void energy around you is no different from that of the void-side Ethereals."
Andreas had always found the Twoworld Walker suspicious when he played the game before.
While teaching Alleria to control the power of the Void, he constantly sought various reasons to slander the Holy Light, sow discord between Alleria and Turalyon, and lure Alleria into completely embracing the power of the Void.
Twoworld Walker claims that the Ethereals Shadowguards who invaded Draenor and Nezar feared he would ruin their plans and had always considered him a thorn in their side.
But Twoworld Walker never mentioned his origins or explained his true purpose.
Twoworld Walker, locked in by Andreas' aura, trembled slightly; the power of a god was beyond the reach of a demigod like him.
If Andreas intends to harm him, Twoworld Walker won't even have a chance to escape; he's currently unable to tear open a passage into the shadow space.
"Wait! Let me explain!"
Twoworld Walker adopted a humble posture and said urgently, "Please believe me, Nezar and I are definitely not on the same side."
"We did work together briefly before, but after learning about his insane plan to have the void corrupt the entire universe, I parted ways with him completely!"
Andreas tilted his head slightly and stared at Twoworld Walker. His shadow powers began to probe Twoworld Walker's surface thoughts. Although Twoworld Walker sensed this rude behavior, he dared not utter a word of complaint and could only stand there and accept it passively.
"Hmph~ What you said is indeed true, but how do I know if you deliberately downplayed the important points?"
Andreas said in a deep voice, "I will ask, you will answer. If I find any inaccuracies in your answers, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Twoworld Walker could only nod and say, "Okay, please ask."
Andreas squinted at the other person and asked a crucial question that touched on the root of the problem.
"Who is Nezar? What was the purpose of your previous cooperation with him?"
"this..."
Twoworld Walker hesitated slightly, and Andreas immediately intensified his pressure.
"Don't rush me! I'll tell you!"
"My cooperation with Nezar is to hunt powerful Void Lords and use their cores to enhance my own power."
"Void Lord?"
"Yes, the Void Lord's strength is second only to the fully grown Light and Darkness Sensing Parasite. It possesses power close to that of a god. Nezar and I alone cannot defeat it."
Andreas smiled knowingly. "So, you're the kind of lone wolf who only cares about improving your own strength and has no interest in the revival of your home planet Calesi, or perhaps an anarchist?"
Twoworld Walker paused for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "You're right. I really have no interest in reviving Calesi, and I'm quite disgusted by the official control of Calesi, but that doesn't mean I'm a madman like Nezar with a doomsday tendency."
"I am merely true to my own desires, a narrow-minded egoist, but I have never hindered the Aetherial Consortium and the Order of the Void's efforts to revive their homeworld. I have even occasionally offered them some assistance in secret when I was in a good mood."
While asking questions, Andreas kept an eye on Twoworld Walker's surface-level soul consciousness. Although he couldn't see through what Walker was thinking, he could roughly figure out the truthfulness of his words and whether he was lying.
Releasing his control over Twoworld Walker, Andreas looked at the relieved Ethereals and said calmly, "I'll trust you for now."
"Next question, what is your purpose in coming to Argus? You're not here to help Nezar again, are you?"
Of course not!
Twoworld Walker shook his head like a rattle-drum, "I did it to destroy Nezar's corruption, Argus." This comes from Azeroth's plan: if the Dark Titans are born, the entire universe will fall under the control of the Void.
Argus Azeroth?
Andreas' expression was somewhat strange. "Are you sure? Don't tell me you don't know Argus." Who owns WorldSoul now?
"Or is it that Nezar is confident he can defeat the Demon King?" Sargeras, took Argus from him Control of Azeroth?
Twoworld Walker shook his head with a chuckle. "How could that be? Although Nezar is quite strong, possessing strength close to the peak of a demigod, he wouldn't have the slightest chance of winning against the powerful Fallen Titan."
"Nezal plans to use MacAree as a breakthrough point to transform Dark Naaru into a powerful void nova and completely bring the planet Argus into the void domain."
"Once Argus is sucked into the void realm that void lords can directly access, even Sargeras will not be able to rescue him from there, and the first void Titan may very well be born as a result."
" void lords ..."
A fierce glint flashed in Andreas' eyes, and Twoworld Walker froze in place by the sudden, uncontrollable outburst of his aura.
Regaining his composure, Andreas asked gravely, "How feasible is Nezar's plan? I need a quantifiable probability."
Twoworld Walker lowered his head and considered for a moment, "If the plan had less than a 10% success rate before you arrived..."
"But now Argus' demonic attention is completely diverted to Azeroth army. If no one stops him, Nezar's plan will have a 40% success rate and will begin to show results within three years at the latest."
"That makes things easier."
Andreas glanced at Twoworld Walker and gestured for him to follow.
"Since Nezar's plan revolves around Rula, a decisive attack on the Seat of the Council should lure him out, right?"
...
Nezar's Ethereals Shadowguards have set up camp west of the Seat of the Council. The land has turned a purplish-black color due to the corruption of the Void's power, and Void Creatures of various distorted forms roam freely.
Andreas originally planned to first break through the Shadowguard camp, and then clear out the Void Creatures ' lairs one by one around the Seat of the Council.
Twoworld Walker's words made him change his plans.
Since Nezar values Rula so much, why not strike at the heart of the matter and lure out the Void Governor, who is hiding somewhere, and eliminate him?
Like the Shadow Guard camp, the Seat of the Council was also filled with vast swathes of land covered by deep purple void power. All sorts of Void Creatures gathered from all over the universe and, driven by the Shadow Guards, further corrupted the earth.
Rula's location is easily recognizable, with a towering purple pillar of light reminiscent of the anomalies that occurred when Adal resided in the city of Shattrath.
However, the color of this beam of light was not the gold that holy light represents, but a strange hue of deep purple and almost black.
Twoworld Walker didn't want to work with this god who wielded both light and shadow, but he was powerless to disobey the other's wishes and could only helplessly lead the way as a guide.
The Seat of the Council was sealed by Kiljaeden for many years until recently when it was lifted by Nezar.
When Andreas arrived at the main entrance of the Seat of the Council, the gate was sealed from the inside, and the sturdy gate still faintly exuded the aura of Void Power.
"Powerful deity, I shall be here..."
Before Twoworld Walker could finish casting the spell to open the Void Seal, Andreas pointed the ganir staff towards the gate, and a high-speed compressed shadow beam pierced through the entire gate.
Andreas looked at Twoworld Walker, who was standing there dumbfounded, with a strange expression. "What nonsense are you talking about? Our goal is to lure out Nezar, so of course we should do whatever is most conspicuous. Why are you acting so sneaky and pretending to be an infiltrator?"
The shadowy beam of light piercing through the gate continued its relentless assault on the main building of the Seat of the Council, under the watchful eyes of the Ethereals ' shadow guards.
The Seat of the Council, being the political center of Eredar, underwent specialized adjustments to its defenses during its initial construction.
After Nezar led his Shadow Guards to take up residence, he reinforced the Seat of the Council, which was temporarily serving as Argus' base, for the second time. Andreas' casual, unintentional attack was blocked by the outer wall of the Seat of the Council.
While allocating resources in the void, Nezar sensed the attack on the Seat of the Council. He handed over the remaining work to his subordinates and hurriedly crossed the boundary to return to the material world.
It took less than a minute from when Nezal received the warning to when he returned to the material world, but that minute was enough for Andreas to make a big fuss.
When Nezar returned from the Void Realm, most of the Shadow Guards surrounding the Seat of the Council had vanished, leaving only bandages scattered on the ground as proof of their existence.
A strange, unseen race strode ahead, and any shadow guards who attacked him suffered a backlash.
The spellcaster was turned around and attacked by his own Shadow Magic, while the melee Shadow Guards were unable to inflict any damage on the alien as if they had struck thin air.
Behind this alien, a dejected Ethereal in a long robe followed listlessly. The familiar bandage pattern made him recognizable even if the other party had turned to ash.
" Twoworld Walker, it's you again!"
At this point, Andreas had not yet unleashed his full power and was merely dealing with the Shadow Guards' attacks with a playful attitude.
The sudden roar and the void reaction, which was much stronger than that of other Shadow Guards, caught the attention of Andreas and Twoworld Walker.
"Uh~ Your Excellency, God."
Twoworld Walker could tell from the overwhelming aura Nezar was unleashing that the other party was determined to eliminate him this time.
"He is the Void Governor Nezar."
'My old friend, may you rest in peace. It's all your fault for taking the wrong path.'
With the idea of "better to die than to die myself," Twoworld Walker revealed the other party's identity without hesitation.
As Nezar opened the shadow portal to launch a surprise attack on Twoworld Walker, he also summoned a large number of tentacles from the void to harass the two.
"tentacle?"
Andreas swung the light blade at the top of the staff to sever the shadow tentacles that were lashing out at him, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Do all the creatures on the Void side like to play with tentacles? Even though they're not Old Gods, they still do this."
Twoworld Walker cleverly hid behind Andreas, and most of the tentacles' attacks became directed at Andreas, who was in front of them.
Speechless, Andreas glanced at the staff on the ground and gently tapped them. All the menacing tentacles stopped in mid-air, then drooped down limply, disintegrating into primordial void energy and disappearing into the air.
The spatial portal opened by Nezar was right next to Andreas. Nezar had just stepped out of the portal and hadn't even had time to get a good look at the surrounding situation when he suddenly felt dizzy.
"Um??"
Nezar, whose calf was grabbed by some entity, was not in a hurry to react. Why were the tentacles he summoned attacking him instead? Upon closer inspection, he realized that something was wrong.
Unlike the energy tentacles summoned by Nezar, the tentacles binding him had a physical form, their bodies covered in thorns and barbs, resembling plant vines.
"Showing off your skills before an expert! How dare you... Huh?!"
Just as Nezar was about to break free, he was surprised to find that he could not escape the vines' restraints, and that these strange vines were absorbing his energy.
"Smack!"
Under Andreas' manipulation, Nezar was slammed to the ground by the vines.
That wasn't all; the mischievous vines seemed to have gotten addicted to playing, slamming Nezar left and right more than a dozen times in a row.
"Uh~"
Andreas almost thought the vine would speak up and say "What a weak god," a feeling that made him both amused and exasperated.
Twoworld Walker felt a pang of sorrow upon seeing Nezar's miserable state.
In terms of strength, he and Nezar are evenly matched, and if they were to fight, neither would likely be able to gain the upper hand.
But the Void Governor, whose strength was on par with his, was treated like a toy and easily defeated. Twoworld Walker was once again relieved that he had made the decision to back down decisively.
'What if I had even the slightest intention to resist before…'
Although Twoworld Walker and Nezal are both powerful beings who have one foot in the realm of true gods, without a breakthrough, there is no breakthrough. Before achieving a qualitative change, even Kiljaeden and Archimonde, who are at the pinnacle of demigods, are powerless when facing gods.
No kidding, if Andreas really wanted to, it wouldn't be impossible for him to destroy a planet, though it certainly wouldn't be as easy as Sargeras did.
After being slammed and hit more than a dozen times, Nezar was completely stunned, but the worst part was not the physical injury.
The fact that the vine was still continuously absorbing energy was the key factor that terrified him.
As one of the best among demigods, Nezar knew how vast his total energy was, but this mysterious vine absorbed most of his energy without even uttering a burp.
With his extensive experience in space travel, Nezar felt a chill run down his spine; he knew he had accidentally kicked a hornet's nest.
The half-dead Nezar was pulled upside down by the vines in front of Andreas. Many of the bandages on his body had broken during the previous thrashing, and the life essence of the Ethereals was rapidly leaking out from these broken bandages.
"You...you wait..."
Nezar weakly uttered a final threat, "This is not the end. One day I will avenge this arrow wound. My lord will surely... uh!"
With a speechless expression, Andreas thrust the Sword of the Dark Empire hanging from his waist into Nezar's body. Amidst Sarthaion's eerie laughter, Nezar's desperate screams quickly faded, leaving only a pile of tattered bandages on the ground.
Trembling, Twoworld Walker stared in horror at the demonic sword that was making a clicking sound. "What...what is this? Has Nezar's soul been devoured?"
"Sigh~"
Andreas turned to Twoworld Walker and shrugged. "Why are the Void Creatures so fearless? Do they really think there aren't any items in this world that can counter their resurrection abilities?"
"Any living being is doomed once it loses its soul. Why can't these arrogant fellows understand that?"
Before Andreas set out for Argus, he anticipated a possible battle with the Void forces and specifically instructed Sarthaion to reintegrate most of the souls into the Sword of the Dark Empire.
Her maid's body was controlled by a small portion of her soul that had been reserved for her, and she had virtually no combat abilities.
Patting Twoworld Walker on the shoulder, Andreas laughed heartily. "Let's go. The so-called Void Governor is nothing special. Let's go see Dark Naaru, whom Nezar is preparing to use as a trump card."
"Yes...yes!"
Andreas' nonchalant, cheerful smile sent a chill down Twoworld Walker's spine.
'We absolutely must not offend this god; Nezar's fate serves as a cautionary tale...'
Lula, who occupies the core building of the Seat of the Council, was once a noble Naaru who dedicated himself to helping others.
However, the nature of Naaru beings dictates that they have an unavoidable duality; once the holy light within them is exhausted, the noble Naaru will fall to the side of the void.
The end of light inevitably invites shadow, but conversely, the other side of shadow can also welcome light.
Andreas had rescued three Naaru who had fallen into darkness during his time in Draenor, so he was quite familiar with this process.
Instructing Twoworld Walker to clear out the straggling guards around the Seat of the Council, Andreas alone blasted open the door and entered the Council Hall.
Rula's condition surprised Andreas. The D'ore, Kure, and Kara he had seen before were all somewhat different, but their forms were no longer Naaru, or at least not entirely.
Although the Rula in front of him was radiating a dense purple-black void energy, his appearance was no different from that of a regular Naaru, except for the color.
"Um..."
Andreas, his hand supporting his chin, examined Rula with great interest. "Was this Kiljaeden's doing, or did Nezar modify Rula?"
"Eek!"
Sensing the invasion of its lair by an enemy, the Dark Naaru let out a piercing scream that seemed to penetrate the very soul.
When Naaru is in her normal state, her speech sounds like singing, giving people a pleasant and refreshing audiovisual experience.
What Lula transmitted to Andreas' mind was the Void Creatures' unique, insane whispers, a kind of dark rap-like rambling that made him frown unhappily.
Unconsciously radiating energy, Rula withdrew the black pillar of light above the ruling council hall and condensed it into countless deep purple void orbs, launching a wide-range bombardment at Andreas.
A golden light flashed across the tear of Elune atop the Staff of Ganir, and a holy light barrier rose from the ground, blocking all the void orbs from entering.
Seeing that direct spell attacks were ineffective against the enemy, Rula changed his approach, and his tangram body began to spin in mid-air.
The eerie song rang directly in Andreas' mind. At the same time, two deformed void monsters suddenly sprang out from the surrounding ruins and attacked Andreas from both sides.
"I don't have much time, please resolve this as soon as possible."
Staff of Ganir slightly raised his head, and the holy light barrier covering Andreas' body suddenly expanded outward. The two ferocious void monsters hissed and screamed as they were burned by the repulsive holy light energy, and were quickly completely purified by the holy light.
Rula's Dark Elegy had no effect on Andreas; this kind of soul attack was child's play to him.
"boom!"
Andreas raised his hand and summoned a dazzling holy light from the sky, blasting through the sturdy roof of the Seat of the Council, and the Lights Power completely enveloped the unsuspecting Rula.
Dark Naaru's shrill screams echoed throughout the entire Archon's Seat complex, and even Twoworld Walker, who was busy clearing out the remaining Shadow Guards, could hear them clearly.
"Swish!"
Golden chains appeared out of nowhere and firmly bound the struggling Rula to the spot, his upper body beginning to turn from purplish-black to pale gold.
To avoid completely evaporating Rura from an excessive burst of holy light, Andreas carefully controlled the intensity of the holy light he was converting into Naaru.
Under the "gentle" baptism of holy light, Lula slowly dispelled the void energy covering his body, and his singing gradually changed from pain and distortion to liberation and gratitude.
The clear and melodious chanting of Naaru invigorated Yrel and the others who were struggling to solve a puzzle in the Mystic Academy.
"Is this... Naaru's singing?"
Yrel and Samara exchanged a glance, both sisters seeing confusion in each other's eyes.
" Are there any Naaru from Argus who haven't perished yet?"
"No."
As the archbishop, Akama knew more important information than the two young upstarts. He looked up at the Seat of the Council to the west of the Mystic Academy.
"I have heard the prophet mention that in order to cover the safe evacuation of our ancestors from Argus, a Naaru named Lula volunteered to stay behind to cover the rear. There is no reason for Kiljaeden to let him go."
Yrel and Samara were very clear about the process by which Andreas transformed the dark Naaru, and their expressions changed simultaneously.
"Could it be..."
Akama laughed heartily, "That's right, it should be just as you think. Andreas has brought back another new Naaru for us."
Argus is the homeland of Draenei. This time, Velen did not spare Draenei's power and brought all the Naaru with them in Tempest Keep.
At this time, Naaru, led by Adal, was providing strong support to the allied soldiers on the front lines of Antoran Wastes. Without Naaru's assistance, the situation in Antoran Wastes would have been even worse.
As Rula was completely purified, a wave of holy light spread outward from the center of the hall. When the shadow guards near the Seat of the Council were touched by this wave of light, their movements visibly paused.
Twoworld Walker also felt a wave of discomfort, but he was strong enough to get rid of the effects of the Holy Light on himself first.
While the Ethereals were struggling to resist the Holy Light, Twoworld Walker quickened his attack, using a large void spell to suck all the nearby Ethereals into the shadow space and seal them away.
Even though they are Void Creatures, the Void monsters lurking in the Shadow Space won't let them go, and these Shadow Guards probably won't be able to get out.
As Rula was purified by the Holy Light, the crown of knowledge that Nezar had forcibly inserted into his body as the core of darkness fell to the ground.
Although the three components of the Crown of the Governing Council have different names, they are actually all gemstones with similar shapes.
The Crown of Knowledge was installed at the very center of a metal crown, which had long been tattered and broken due to the constant corrosion of the dark Naaru.
When the crown fell to the ground, pinkish-purple gemstones fell from it.
While Rula was still sorting out her thoughts, Andreas raised his hand and sucked the gem up from the ground.
"Is this the laurel wreath of knowledge? It seems to be somewhat different from what I expected."
The Eye of the Prophet, one of the three pieces of the Crown of the Council, had always been kept in Velen's possession and was installed on the top of his staff.
The size of the Eye of the Prophet was completely disproportionate to the laurel wreath of knowledge in Andreas' hand, which was only the size of a thumb. Andreas speculated that this thing could change size at will.
"The long, dark exile has finally come to an end."
Coming back to his senses from the transformation, Lula's exclamation, accompanied by a moving chant, entered Andreas' mind.
After completing his mission, Twoworld Walker, having thoroughly defeated the fallen enemy, appeared behind Andreas via Shadowmeld. The two looked up at Naaru, who had regained its radiant glow.
Andreas tossed the laurel wreath in his hand and caught it again. "I've got the laurel wreath. I wonder how things are going with Aurora and the others. Time waits for no one."