Storm Peaks, Ulduar, Yogg-Saron's Prison...

Under the guidance of the Titans from the Pantheon, the Guardians built this prison. It was originally used to imprison Yogg-Saron, the ancient god. As for why the Titans could kill the ancient god like a bug.

God did not do this, but imprisoned him...

There is no way around this. The four ancient gods are too deeply rooted and have long been inseparable from Azeroth, the body of the Titan's star soul. If they are rashly removed, the same thing as when the Titan first came to this planet will happen.

Aman'Thul personally tore Y'Shaarj out of the surface, but ended up creating a wound on the surface of Azeroth that spewed out massive amounts of star soul essence. Later, this wound was transformed into the Well of Eternity, spewing out star soul essence.

The soul essence has also become the arcane energy that feeds Azeroth itself, which is always a blessing in misfortune.

However, if there are a few more wounds like this, or if they appear in other ways, the beautiful star soul sleeping in the core of this planet will not be able to bear it anymore and will inevitably die. So...

Even with the wisdom of the Pantheon Titans who had transformed hundreds of millions of planets, they could not find a better way and could only choose to imprison the remaining three ancient gods.

It has to be said that the effect of imprisonment is obvious to all. For countless thousands of years, the imprisonment process has been running smoothly, and the shadow corruption on the surface of Azeroth has almost disappeared. Under the transformation of Titan's creation, it has become day after day.

Full of order, beauty and liveliness.

Unfortunately, no one expected that with the destruction of the Pantheon at the hands of the fallen titan Sargeras, the guardians who received the memory fragments of their respective creators fell into self-doubt, allowing the ancient gods in the cage to peek

Got a chance to escape.

Through a series of conspiracies, Yogg-Saron used Loken to eliminate and corrupt all the guardians, and also designed to trap Odin. In addition to not daring to attack the Forge of Will, which has the ability to restart the cycle of life in Azeroth,

, Ulduar, the former Titan fortress, has been completely controlled by this ancient god...

Today, the once sturdy prison has long since fallen into disrepair.

Whenever the lamp on the verge of being scrapped accidentally lights up, it will illuminate this once indestructible prison for an instant. The broken walls are covered with tentacles made of condensed shadows, from the high dome to the broken floor.

It was densely packed and shocking. Occasionally, ugly shadow creatures would drag their bodies and walk aimlessly, leaving a long trail of pus behind them.

The melted snow water followed the cracks and fell drop by drop into the huge cage. The sound of water droplets was the only sound in this dead space, but it added an extra level of terror to the dead silence.

In the very center of the prison, deep in the dense shadow atmosphere, there seems to be a huge thing hidden. It cannot be seen clearly. There are dense white objects on its body that reflect the light of the lamp. Only after looking for a long time will you realize that it is not a reflective object.

Instead, there are countless mouths big enough to swallow a mammoth in one mouthful, with extremely dense fangs and sharp teeth...

This is the prisoner of the Guardians, sealed underground in Ulduar, but now he has become its master, the Thousand-Mawed Demon, Yogg-Saron.

Wow...

Suddenly, Yogg-Saron twisted his body and looked at a corner of the prison. The cold water that submerged the dilapidated prison suddenly surged up with huge waves, hitting the place that was once covered with Titan runes, but now it is.

Tons of debris were washed away from the dilapidated walls, which entered the water and caused another surge.

"Why...are you surprised to see me?" In the darkness, a playful female voice sounded from the direction Yogg-Saron was facing. In the faint light, the speaker walked slowly forward.

, a woman with a soft figure gradually emerged.

"I'm not surprised at all. At this time, how can I miss you who is unwilling to do nothing? Long time no see, Xal'atath, my 'sister'." Yogg-Saron's voice sounded, as if it was made by Cheng.

It is composed of thousands of vocal organs, layer upon layer, hollow and low, echoing in the empty space for a long time.

Xal'atath chuckled twice, sat down on a raised rock, crossed his legs and looked at the huge thing in front of him, "You are recovering well, at least you are much better than when you were just a prisoner.

"

Yogg-Saron moved again, aiming all his huge mouths at the uninvited guest, as if those mouths were sensory organs that could be identified like the naked eye, "But you are getting weaker and weaker, and all your essence has been lost."

Is it there? Let me guess...the dagger you formed with your own claws cannot carry all your essence, right?"

Xal'atath was not angry when he heard such obviously sarcastic words. He seemed to suddenly be interested in his nails. Like a frivolous mortal woman, he looked at his fingers and said casually: "You know

, my essence exists in this world in another way...in your bodies. It's just a pity that the idiot Y'Shaarj was crushed to death by the Titans like a bug, and my essence was wasted."

This legendary fifth ancient god is talking about a very long time ago. At that time, the Lord of the Void sent five servants to patrol the Infinite End, and found Azeroth, which gave birth to the Titan Soul.

A perfect and undefended parasite.

They rushed to land on this beautiful planet. In the initial battle, in order to strengthen themselves, Xal'atath, the weakest one, was divided and devoured by the other four ancient gods, that is, the light and dark sensitive parasitic community...

…

But if Angmar far away in Tirisfal Glades knew that the reason why Y'Shaarj is the most powerful among the remaining four ancient gods is because he had the upper hand in the fight and swallowed the remains of Xal'atath.

For the most part, he would probably be shocked.

Yogg-Saron let out a gloomy laugh, causing the shadow creatures around him to flee. After a long time, he said, "I know you went to N'Zoth. What do you want from me this time?"

"As you said, I really don't want to see any of you dominate the family. Six thousand years ago, I used trolls to cut off your minions. Maybe this time, I can hurt your roots and say

Not sure." Xal'atath shrugged.

In the end, only one of the five ancient gods could merge with the Titan star soul of Azeroth and become the ultimate weapon of the Void forces to spread corruption and sweep across the boundless realm, the Dark Titan. When they fought against the Pantheon who wanted to purify themselves, they

They are close comrades-in-arms who work well together. But when the Pantheon can no longer touch Azeroth, they have turned into a competitive relationship, just like before, attacking each other and devouring each other in order to achieve the final victory.

.

"Do you think I care about your machinations, Xal'atath? I have an army of millions of creatures under my command, and five corrupted guardians serving me. In front of me, C'Thun

It’s not worth mentioning, let alone N’zoth, who was the first to escape from the cage, but has been hiding under the deep sea and only engages in petty schemes... Compared to them, what do you have?”

Xal'atas chuckled when he heard this, put down his slender legs, and asked: "In the short term, you are the most advantageous one among us, but do you really think that the other two are so unbearable?"

?”

Yogg-Saron leaned down and looked at the other person closely, "Then let me listen to your sweet words."

"N'Zoth, who you say has done nothing, has successfully corrupted an Aspect Dragon. I think that a race hiding among the most powerful and capable of thwarting our attempts in Azeroth still has a great say.

I'm afraid my servants are far more useful than you, the guardians who have lost their minds, right?..."

Xal'atath's tone was still understated.

"...Furthermore, although C'Thun is standing still, in fact, he has been quietly transforming the Aqirs who escaped into the Ahn'Qiraj Fortress. Perhaps we should put it another way, those mortals call them 'Qiraji'

.Now they are no longer what they used to be, and they have produced many powerful individuals that are no less powerful than the faceless men of Krasis, such as the pair of insect leaders known as the 'Twin Emperors'. As long as you have seen them, you will find that

, any one of them has the power to face Krasis and be slightly better... Not to mention, after so many years of reproduction, the number of Qiraji has already been countless, and there will be no chance of overwhelming your army of creations.

Question. If both mortals and the invaders are really in danger, as long as the Qiraji come out in full force, maybe half the planet can be occupied in a few months."

After listening to Xal'atath's story, Yogg-Saron seemed to be lost in thought. After a long time, he turned around and returned to the center of the "pool". "Well...it seems that I have to thank you for bringing me such valuable information."

?I’m curious, how did you exaggerate the threat from me to C’Thun and Yogg-Saron?”

Xal'atath laughed, and photographed a shadow creature the size of a puppy from a distance. Regardless of its struggle, he moved his fingers lightly and restored it to pure shadow energy, inhaling it into his nose.

. She was immediately immersed in the ultimate sense of pleasure, and after a long time she said as if she had just woken up from a dream:

"You are not so stupid that you can't even tell my lies. This is not a conspiracy, but a conspiracy, an honest conspiracy. My intention is so obvious. I really want to see you kill each other so that you can just sit back and let it go.

It's true that you're profitable, but I don't want to... You were arrogant and stupid enough to ignore the threats from C'Thun and N'Zoth, which ultimately led to your own elimination, leaving one less person in the competition between the four of us - in mortal terms

Said - heavyweight contestants... To be honest, when the war on the mortal side ends and the whole world is devastated, if only C'Thun and N'zoth are left, it will not be so easy for me to do things."

"So...I became the weaker party?" Yogg-Saron said, "I have to remind you that there are only three parties involved in this competition. Me, C'Thun and N'Zoth. Not including you. Do you think

, can we seek benefits between us just by looking like we are living on our last breath?"

"Okay, okay," Xal'atath glanced at the Thousand-Maw Beast, "I don't seem to be qualified to 'participate,' but maybe I can find some helper. Who knows, the final

Who is the winner? Maybe it’s not the Thousand-Mawed Demon Yogg-Saron, nor the Thousand-Eyed Demon C’Thun, nor the Thousand-Bearded Demon N’zoth, but a poor guy like me who has been struggling to survive until now.

.”

Yogg-Saron laughed sinisterly, "You know, when I was eating you, I always regretted that I could not swallow the last of your essence, but instead let you cut off your tail and escape. I will find you, Sarata

Si, no matter where you are."

"The way you talk big words is so cute."

You have been looking for me for billions of years. After you escaped from prison, you have been looking for me for more than ten thousand years... Have you found me? No. It seems that the arrogant Thousand-Throated Demon is not as omnipotent as he said.

."

After saying that, she escaped into the shadows again, but when she was about to disappear, she suddenly remembered something and turned around and said: "My lovely 'brother', I advise you, it is best to send out all the remaining guardians. That

Mortals who call themselves prophets are not as simple as you think. If that fool Loken attacks the Tomb of Tyr like this, I guarantee that he will suffer a big loss. If the 'reinforcements' arrive too late, you may not even be corrupted.

The army will suffer heavy casualties."

Xal'atath completely turned into a black mist and disappeared. After she left, the dilapidated prison returned to peace.

Yogg-Saron, who occupied most of the space, stayed motionless in the water, falling into deep contemplation.

If the forces that prevent the Old Gods from invading Azeroth are too strong, then they, the Old Gods, will naturally join forces to attack the outside world. But when Azeroth's resistance is weak enough to prevent the Old Gods from coming back, they will eventually

What the weak Xalatath wants is nothing more than to find ways to weaken the stronger among them in order to achieve balance. This is no different from the demands of the other ancient gods.

Just like countless years ago, when the Old Gods completely invaded Azeroth and enslaved the four elements, C'Thun, N'zoth and Yogg-Saron joined forces to curb the rise and expansion of Y'Shaarj. This is the void.

The rules are survival of the fittest. Only the one who survives the endless intrigues and fights is worthy of the sublimation of the body and enjoys the final fruits of victory.

Counting Xal'atath, who is still alive, and Y'Shaarj, who has long been killed, these five ancient gods who are parasitic on Azeroth know each other very well. They are the most insidious and most dangerous people on the planet.

Cunning, the best at playing tricks and tricks, the best at deceiving people, and the most intelligent creature among them all.

Yogg-Saron knew that the information provided by Xal'atath should not be false at all. This was indeed a conspiracy, a conspiracy to balance the three existing forces. But no matter what, she was destined not to be included in this competition.

a place.
To be continued...