All waiting is a process, and as long as it is a process, there will be results.

Algalon, the star-studded observer, stands alone on an asteroid on the edge of Azeroth, like a lonely watchman in this lonely world, waiting patiently for each important node to arrive.

It's as if he's standing on an invisible line.

Behind him, is hope.

It is a group of beings who have stepped into the battlefield of doom, they yearn for the hope of survival, and the instinctive desire to survive in life has allowed them to overcome fear and cowardice, let them hold on to their own world, and use their weak weapons and bodies to try to stop the most powerful beings in this group of stars and his destroyers.

Ahead of him was despair.

It is a hegemon who has witnessed the cataclysm of the stars and chose to slaughter the starry sky, and he wants to use the power in his hands to bury this world full of calamities, and try to give birth to a perfect era in the ashes of all the ends. He drove the craziest and most brutal creatures of the stars as his warriors, and his legions slaughtered nearly half of the stars, and the destruction they had accumulated made it almost impossible for civilizations trembling in the shadows of the stars to look directly at them.

This is a war of hope and despair, and no matter who wins or loses, this era of the stars will come to an end.

Algalon stood quietly on the highest peak of this barren world, he looked at the dark stars, he belonged to the side of hope, he would be the sentinel of the frontline, he would be the messenger of war, and the first horn of war would be sounded for the group of warriors who were unwilling to be destroyed behind him.

Algalon is not a mortal of flesh and blood, he is a unique life form among the stars, a member of the order system of the Pantheon, it is precisely because their race is rational enough that it will not be affected by other factors, so it will be given a mission by the Titans to observe and evaluate the development of civilization in all worlds with the power of Titans, once the civilization is out of the perfect blueprint planned by the Titans, then Algalon has the right to reshape the world.

He had done this many times in the past endless time, and what had happened in Azeroth had been an accident.

The life of this world did not grow according to the life blueprint planned by the Titans from the beginning, they were born from the curse of steel and void power, and they were not recognized by the Titans, they were the lives that should be destroyed, and there were still ancient gods who were getting rid of the trap in that world, and even the spirit of the world had traces of being corroded by the void, that... That's not a world that should continue to exist.

It has to be reinvented!

Algalon had intended to fulfill his mission as a World Watch once more, but the powerful Monarch of Death stopped him, and the guardians who were supposed to be loyal to the Pantheon sided with the Monarch of Death.

The initial compromise was to save the trapped Titan Spirits, and Algalon did not give up his intention to reshape Azeroth, he was waiting for the opportunity, he was observing, observing the social system of those imperfect beings, and the characteristics of their civilization.

Like his mission, he was a perfect observer.

Then he saw the creatures, the imperfect creatures, their daring counterattack against the terrifying demons of the stars.

They defeated the demonic stronghold of Marton.

They saved their world, uprooted the erosion of the Void, and they killed the Old Gods.

They even brought Argus back to their world from the stars and drove the demons out of the wasteland.

They even dared to confront the fallen titan Agrama, and they defeated him.

They did something no one else in the stars had ever done.

And now, in the face of Sargeras, in the face of the undefeated Dark Titan, they have no fear, no compromise, they are preparing for war, a war of ants against giants, they are not crushed by despair and violence, they are trying to fight back...

The world itself, is trying to fight back.

Algalon recorded all of this completely, he saw that in that imperfect world, the efforts and struggles of those imperfect, even deviant beings, they had done too much, they had given too much, their efforts were amazing, their desire for survival was also shocking.

They've done so much... If they fail, then even a cold, sane observer like Algalon will find it a pity...

That's right... It was truly an imperfect world.

But it's worth saving.

It deserves a victory.

It deserves to embrace hope more than any civilization in the stars.

Algalon felt that he was also affected, he felt that he was too harsh on those civilizations that had deviated from the blueprint of life in the past, and that the "perfection" demanded by his Titan masters was really the real "perfection"?

Maybe... Not necessarily.

"Buzz"

A crimson streamer appeared at the end of Algalon's horizon, like a round of sun, nay, a ray of light a hundred times greater than the sun, a hundred times larger, it was the scorching light that shone on the stars.

The world-watcher rushed into the stars, and in the midst of the starlight, he saw the distant stars, like mythical giants, walking among the stars.

A figure that is larger than the stars, a figure that brings destruction, destroys hope, and is surrounded by endless burning demons, as if it were the dark god of the demons, he has finally descended here.

And behind him...

Everything

All to ashes...

"Sargeras."

Algalon saw the body wrapped in flames like a star, the terrifying and terrifying body of the Titan, he knew, it was the Dark Titan Sargeras, he had come here from the Battlefield of the Stars, he had come personally... Perform the heavenly punishment of destruction and ashes.

"He's coming."

Algalon said a word to the hedron in his hand, and then crushed the hedron.

He stood quietly among the stars, watching Sargeras step by step into the infinite stars of Azeroth's interest, watching the truly endless demons that could destroy the entire sector follow their gods into the battlefield.

He didn't stand in the way, he didn't run away.

He's an observer...

He's going to keep a complete record of it all, no matter what... It's a win or a loss.

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"He's coming."

Algalon's emotionless voice resounded in the lonely castle of the Dead Realm, like a gust of troubled wind, waking up the Great Lord who closed his eyes and recuperated.

Tyrion sat quietly on his throne, the hall was empty, the war machine of the Darkblade Legion was already in place, and he could go to the battlefield at the first order, the world of Azeroth may not be fully ready, but the time for war has come.

There is no time...

Tyrion's right eye was calm, like an emotionless sculpture, he had done everything he could, everything that had been decided, what was undecided, what was about to happen, what had already been settled, nothing to do with him.

Life and death are one and the same, and he is already on the other side of the line, and whether the living are victorious or defeated is the result that he cannot guess.

He can't influence it, and he doesn't want to influence it.

The world of Azeroth was pushed into another unknown path in his hands, and this battle was the final point for that world to step into that path of destiny.

It's a... Test.

It's a raging fire, and it burns all the dregs.

It's an iron felt, and it knocks out the weakness.

Is it to be burned in the fire?

Or is it reborn from the ashes?

The Great Lord moved his shoulders, he put the question behind him, he didn't need to think about it that much, it was the toughest battle, but it would also be the easiest one.

No more burden, no more pressure.

All that remains, the flame of the will.

Then, let it go.

The High Lord stood up, his black trench coat fluttering behind him, he spread his hand, a chain that shone with colorful light was strung around his wrist like a bracelet, he raised his head and strolled forward.

"Buzz"

The door of the Lonely Castle was slowly pushed open, and the halo of light from the Dead Realm shone on the Great Lord's body, casting a gloomy shadow behind him, and he took a step and stepped into the light, and behind him, there was only darkness.

"If I don't come back..."

Tyrion nodded slightly to the three swordsmen beside him, and said:

"Then you will be truly free."

"We won't have any other masters."

The Ashbringer with his helmet fell on one knee, like a true knight, and placed his left hand on his chest, and said in an urn, solemnly, earnestly:

"There's no one like you."

A smile hung on the corner of the Great Lord's mouth, and he shook his head:

"You already have a body, and you have a soul that yearns for freedom, my story has come to an end, and you should have your own story, go, don't be attached to it."

The Great Lord took another step forward, he looked at the sea of death above his head, his eyes slightly closed, as if he felt the wind of the death realm, and he spoke in a voice so low that only he could hear it, as if he was talking to his own creator.

This moment of Tyrion, this moment of his soul, is incredibly calm.

"What it emits is a breeze..."

"And what it wants to harvest is a storm."

"Listen..."

The figure of the Great Lord dissipated into the wind of the Dead Realm like the sand blown by the wind, and his voice still echoed on the steps of the castle, like a whisper in the wind.

"Storm."

"Here we are..."

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"He's coming!"

The news of Observer Algalon also sounded in the message hall of the Azeroth Civilization Alliance Command, and within 2 minutes, the news reached the ears of all the commanders.

The coalition forces have not been able to decide on a commander who can see the whole picture, so they simply divided the various theaters of war, shared all intelligence, and the top commanders of each civilization gathered together to form a war command. Song of Shadows, the legendary commander who commanded the Battle of the Ancients, became the top operational staff officer coordinating the various theaters.

He was the titular commander-in-chief, and he was under terrible pressure.

In recent days, the atmosphere in the War High Command has been very depressing. The Song of Shadows is infected with the bad habit of smoking, and a legendary commander who has experienced and commanded the battle of the ancients is so irritable, and the pressure on other generals and marshals can be imagined.

The senses of life are like this, the waiting time is always the hardest, just like if you tell a person that the day he dies, then he will spend the rest of his life in fear, which is simply the most terrible torture in the world.

And the moment when the catastrophe really happens, it is the end of this terrible torment.

Win or lose!

Live or die!

Anyway, even if it is hung up, there is still the soul of the warrior in the dead realm... If they are not even afraid of death, what else do the warriors need to fear?

"Bang"

Unshaven Garrod. Shadow Song clenched his fists, and a sharp glint flashed in the eyes of the legendary commander of the Night Elves, and he stood up, looking at the others at the command table, and he said in a deep voice:

"The time has come, friends, Sargeras is here, the choice of life and death is no longer in our hands, and then, there is only a desperate battle left!"

"I've been waiting impatiently!"

The old orc Brooks clenched his fists, his eyes still scarlet with a spurting and burning battle intent like flames, and he shouted loudly:

"There's no need to discuss anything anymore, we've already discussed the broken plan hundreds of times, let's fight!"

"Well, that's true."

The old marshal Wendthor coughed a few times, and in his wheelchair, he also clenched the hilt of his sword, and said in an open-minded and heroic voice:

"Thinking too much is sometimes not a good thing, none of us have ever experienced such a big scene... Just, give it a go. ”

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

"Good!"

"This war has given us the meaning of our existence, the hope of our existence, friends..."

The slender Garrod took the glass from the guard next to him, raised it and said to the other commanders:

"Drink this cup of decisive wine and let the civilization of Azeroth shine..."

"Fall on the blade!"

"Wow"

All the commanders present, including the High Elf Ranger General Lady Sylvanas, drank all the wine in their hands, and the commanders encouraged each other, said goodbye, and stepped into their own war zone, where millions of warriors were ready across the three lands of the Argus world.

Tanks roar, warplanes soar, starships lay across the stars, and warriors' wills hunt like fluttering flags.

This is a war with no back road, this is a war where there will be no negotiations.

They don't have any more choice but to... Fight to the death!

In the High Command, Garrod's aide-de-camp, Ryan Brown, a ranger general from Ashenvale. The wolfwalker whispered to his chief:

"Those ethereal spirits, they've already begun to summon Dimentius, the Devourer of Worlds, I've heard that it's a powerful void creature, maybe it can buy us some more time..."

"No!"

Garrod shook his head:

"Don't put your hopes in those things, Ryan, this is Azeroth's war, this is our war! Tell the druids to start the 'Leviathan' incubation process now, 8 hours... We'll definitely stick to that until then! ”

After speaking, the elven commander picked up the microphone at hand, and his low and hoarse voice sounded in the next moment, in every trench in the entire Argus world:

"Soldiers of Argus! I'm Garrod. Song of Shadows, your commander! ”

"For the next 8 hours, I will hold on to this apocalyptic wasteland with you, we will suffer the relentless blows of the demons, we may be defeated, we may die, we may fail... But when you feel fear, when you are frightened by the demons, soldiers! Look back..."

"Behind us is Azeroth! Behind us is our hometown, our loved ones... We have no way back! ”

"I'm an elf, and I'm not used to foul language, but now, soldiers! Brothers... Hold on to your weapons and join me... Kill the demons who deserve hell and their mad masters! ”

"For victory! For Azeroth! ”

The entire world of Argus was silent for a few seconds, and then, like the craziest tide, surged across the apocalyptic wasteland, and in the midst of the hoarse cries of the commanders, the soldiers, the loud voice of Garrod resounded through the world again.

"With the powers given to me by all the civilizations of Azeroth... I announce! ”

"Codename, 'Endgame' Operations..."

"Start !!"