Every ancient god possesses extremely powerful power, and even when fighting against the Titans at the top of the universe's food chain, they are no less powerful. According to the records of ancient books handed down from the mythical age, during the creation battle between the Pantheon and the ancient gods,
No less than a hundred Titans were devoured by the ferocious Yogg-Saron. Even if Khaz'goroth, the God of Forging, took action himself, he was almost injured. This shows the ruthlessness of the Thousand-Mawed Demon.
It is precisely because of this that the cunning Mel'Ganis took a fancy to the powerful power possessed by the ancient god, and planned to use this supreme power that was not inferior to the Titans as capital to defeat the arrogant Lord of the Undead.
"The method is very simple. You just need to enter Yogg-Saron's sea of consciousness and extract all its soul power. In that case, even if Arthas calls all his cavalry, he will never be your opponent," said the Fear Lord
Explained to Regan, "Of course, you don't have to worry about what kind of backlash it will have. Now this guy is completely dormant and cannot sense anything in the outside world."
"Are you sure?" Regan glanced sideways at Mel'Ganis, "Why do I always feel that the things coming out of your mouth are a bit untrustworthy?"
The Dread Lord bared his teeth and smiled: "That is completely the misunderstanding of the world. No matter how cunning Nasrezim is, he will not kill his allies who are of great use to him... Besides, there is no way I would joke with such a precious trophy.
"
"Who knows what you are worried about!" Sophie stared at him warily, "Since the power of the ancient gods is so powerful, why don't you two use it yourself?"
"We would like to do it ourselves, but in terms of absolute strength, only Mr. Regan among everyone present has the power to compete with the Lich King," Varimathras said with regret, "If
Lord Kil'jaeden or any other powerful general can come to Azeroth, and we can't make such a dangerous move..."
Sylvanas snorted coldly and said: "Don't worry, sweet words can't hide your disgusting and treacherous face... If you weren't still needed right now, my arrow would have pierced your heart long ago!"
Varimathras did not defend himself after hearing this, he just smiled and stood aside, as if he was sure that Regan would agree to their plan.
"I'm just a little curious," Regan circled the meat-like Yogg-Saron a few times before stroking his chin and said, "Since you have a way to capture this guy, why can't you make it look a little more decent?"
The place where you clicked, but you threw it into this ghostless grave?"
Melganis knew that the other party would ask this question, and explained without hesitation: "The reason is that it is as powerful as a god - in order to hide it from the strongest in the plane and smuggle it out of Northen.
Virtue is not easy, especially on the roads of Azeroth where energy shielding fields are rare, so we only chose this holy tomb as a hiding place to keep the secret."
"Okay, tell me exactly how to do it." Regan thought for a moment and agreed as expected.
The two fear devils smiled at each other after hearing this. It was obvious that the knight's reaction was as expected. "The steps are as we just said. You only need to use your mental power to invade the sea of consciousness of the ancient god and find what he has been searching for for billions of years."
Just accumulate the law of power.”
"Existences that transcend planes like Yogg-Saron generally do not easily open the soul world," Mel'Ganis added, "but now its power has not been restored, and at the same time it is imprisoned by us with the power of demons.
Live in the body, even if you encounter resistance during the exploration process, there will never be too much risk."
"I knew that these two guys must have bad intentions." Roxes snorted from the side.
"It doesn't matter," Regan waved his hand, "Although what they said is not entirely detailed, the plan itself is not malicious." The knight glanced at Sylvanas unintentionally, "Besides, even if they really dare to do it,
With these small moves, aren't you afraid that Her Majesty the Queen will kill them on the spot?"
The smiling faces of the two Dread Lords remained unchanged, they just raised their hands to make a gesture of invitation.
Regen knew that the opponent would have a back-up move, but he was not too worried at the moment, so he closed his eyes and placed his palms against Yogg-Saron's fleshy body, injecting a ray of powerful spiritual energy into it.
——Just like traveling in the boundless universe, the vastness of the ancient god's sea of consciousness is really indescribable. Even though Regen once dealt with Harveys, known as the king of nightmares, Sartre's soul energy is compared to
Yogg-Saron is as little worth mentioning as the difference between a fowl and an eagle.
Just when Regen was extremely shocked, a message from the depths of the sea of consciousness invaded his spiritual power arbitrarily: "Who are you, insect! Tell me quickly! Why did you enter my world! Otherwise...
Chew your soul whole!"
As expected, he is the demon with a thousand throats. Even in his dormant state, he cannot change his violent and devouring nature.
Regan sneered in his heart, pretending to be at a loss and said: "Who am I? Uh... It's so strange, why don't I know who I am... Also, where is this place and why do I appear here?
?By the way, who are you and why are you speaking so loudly? It almost shattered me."
"Ha, it turned out to be a lost soul!" Yogg-Saron's voice suddenly raised a higher pitch, and Regen seemed to be able to hear the sound of this guy's soul swallowing saliva, "What good luck! Those little bugs just killed me
If we are imprisoned again, blind people will come knocking on the door themselves!"
The ancient god shouted fiercely: "Little guy, if you want to blame it, it's your own bad luck. It happened to happen that the Qianthroat Master was hungry! Come into my belly obediently!"
Before he finished speaking, Regan felt that the spiritual power of his remote control was pulled by a strong suction force, and he instantly entered another strange and strange place - like the inexplicable majesty of the beginning of chaos, and like the ancient power of the world.
This vast world is filled with indescribable energy patterns, each of which makes Regan feel deeply in awe. If he guessed correctly, this must be the source of Yogg-Saron's consciousness.
"It's amazing." At this moment, the soul of Sargeras, which had not appeared for a long time, suddenly spoke in his sea of consciousness. Before that, Regan even thought that the other party fell into a deep sleep, but he did not expect that he would wake up again at this moment.
come over
"I have never left," Sargeras explained, knowing what the knight was thinking. "In a sense, part of my soul has been assimilated by your consciousness, so I have never had direct contact with you.
Conversation... After all, it’s no fun talking to yourself all the time.”
Regan ignored Titan's cold joke and asked, "Then what are these things? How come they appear in the source of consciousness of the ancient gods?"
"Of course it is power, and it is the purest power," Sargeras said. "The ancient gods are light and dark sensors formed by the collision of dark matter in the universe. They originally had no independent consciousness, but due to hundreds of millions of years of wandering and
Constantly absorbing and evolving, that’s why it’s what it is today.”
"Witness to the universe?"
"Well, it can be said that," Sargeras replied, "Although it possesses the purest power of the universe, due to its own limited composition, the combat effectiveness it can exert is less than one percent of its original strength.
This is the main reason why they have repeatedly been defeated by the Pantheon... If the ancient gods can fully understand the original laws of the universe, it may be the Titans of the Pantheon who are sealed now."
"Oh..." Regan responded with a sigh, "In this case, is it possible that Varimathras and the others have really done a great thing?"
"Don't be too happy too early," Sargeras reminded, "The ancient god's negligence allowed you to successfully enter the source of its consciousness, but if he wakes up, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out with this bit of soul energy...
"
"Then what should I do?" Regen is not afraid that Yogg-Saron will swallow up his spiritual power, but now that the war is imminent, every bit of power is particularly precious. If he loses this spiritual power from his origin, even if
My life is safe, but my strength will definitely be greatly reduced.
"You..." Sargeras started to speak but suddenly lost his voice. Regan felt that the spiritual tentacles connected to his real body suddenly shook. It seemed that something extremely dangerous was threatening his body in the real world.
Without time to linger, he quickly withdrew his spiritual tentacles from Yogg-Saron's body and suddenly opened his eyes. He saw a white light that seemed to condense thousands of resentful spirits coming towards him, almost freezing his whole body in place.
Unable to make any reaction
"Damn it!"
The sound of howling wind filled Regen's ears. He pulled out the Great Royal Sword with great difficulty and held it across his chest. He managed to block the most fatal blow, but he was still sent flying by this irresistible slash.
A mouthful of blood spilled out several feet away
"Wow~" The faint blue sword light flashed again, and Roxas and others who wanted to help were also knocked away. Seeing this scene, the two fear demons flapped their wings and fled away.
Afraid of being targeted by this undead monarch from the underworld
"So, this is your little cleverness?" A low voice came from the Ice Helmet, and two will-o'-the-wisp eyes scanned the crowd, and finally landed on Mel'Ganis standing aside, "It really disappoints me.
Old friend... I didn’t expect that after ten years of seeing each other, your methods have not improved at all.”
"Hey, how can I compare with you, respected Prince Arthas..." Even though the current situation was not good, the Dread Lord still refused to give in. With two words, the blue light in the Ice Helmet flourished.
"If I were you, I wouldn't use the little life I have left to engage in stupid verbal disputes," the Lich King said coldly. "After I finish handling the most important matters, I will settle the calculations of these dozen or so things with you."
Old accounts from the past year!”
"It's up to you," Mel'Ganis secretly groaned, but still nodded with a smile.
"Then, it's you next," the Lich King once again turned his attention to Regan, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, "Long time no see...Knight Christine!"