His right hand gripped the hilt of Oberline's sword, and the barrier of his mind intercepted the seductive magic of Varedos's words. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Recalling the experience of being controlled by others, Hugh Belmont is now staring at the psychic in front of him, murderous intent.

Faced with Hugh Belmont's killing intent, Varedos said unhurriedly, "No, no...... The Death Knight, the master I serve, is not the wretched creature who sits on the frozen throne. ”

"What?" Hugh Belmont was stunned. "What the hell are you talking about?" A mere Cursed cultist dared to speak out and mock the Lich King who had set off the Scourge of the Dead and destroyed Lordaeron. What's going on? He heard him right, right? Aren't the cults of the Cursed God all cultists who worship the Lich King as a god?

"Hehe, of course I know what I'm talking about, Death Knight." A maniacal smile hung over Valedus' face. "Perhaps, the foolish me who used to be, worshipped the power of the Lich King, but when I really faced the real darkness......"

"I understood that that was the undisputed darkness, that was the incomparable power, that was the true gods." The psychic opened his hands, and said loudly with madness in his tone, "Those beings who sleep in the darkness are on this frozen continent...... Through my devout prayers, I finally saw the truth of this world, the truth of this world. This world should not be like this, and we should let the nightmare befall the entire world of Azeroth, because only in this way can we serve the true masters of this world! ”

"So, join me Death Knight, join this darkness, this world is coming to an end, and the masters will wake up from their deep sleep, King, Lord, Heaven, Bottom!"

"Maniac!" Hugh Belmont quipped the psychic's remarks, "You're like a psychopath with a bad head right now, psychic. Taking Oberline off his back, he didn't know why the psychic was so insane, but at least, Hugh Belmont could be sure that the psychic in front of him was indeed his enemy. Anyone who dares to say such a thing is either a fool or a madman in Azeroth. The former is nothing more than a group of neurotics, while the latter are all miscellaneous pieces that are not exaggerated by a thousand cuts.

"Do you think I'm crazy? No, I'm normal. Varedus shook his head regretfully and said, "How sad it is that you are unwilling to join us in the ranks of greatness! ”

"I don't understand a character like you, why don't you choose to give up? Why cling to the inevitable end? Hero? ......”

He lifted his staff, and a crystal set in it glowed purple. Varedos said, "Since you do not want to listen to the call of your masters, then, with the world, perish!" Your soul will be a sacrifice to your masters! ”

Behind him, four cocoons burst open. The four huge bodies, tearing the silk threads attached to their bodies, with a viscous liquid, roared loudly. This is a four-headed aberration, but unlike ordinary aberrations, this four-headed aberrant is covered with one eye after another, and there are different large and small eyes on the arms and body.

These are disgusting monsters to look at, eyes that grow on the body of the deformed, constantly looking left and right, staring at Hugh Belmont with a gaze full of malice.

"These are ......" Belmont's face turned ugly after looking at the strange eyes that grew all over his body after the distortion came out, and the monster in front of him exuded an indescribable disgusting feeling. But after the appearance of the four-headed aberration, a steady stream of nausea entered Belmont's senses, especially when dozens of eyes were stared at at at once, the nausea suddenly came up.

"This is the truth, this is what the world should be." The psychic shouted, "Behold, this divine body, the world is as it should be, full of darkness and chaos, full of twisted flesh and endless despair. ”

"Impossible?" Belmont's face was gloomy, something was wrong. Before, he had only thought that the psychic was insane, or that he was affected by the power of some magical item. It's like because of the lost artifact of the Night Elves of the Luna Scythe, which led to the birth of a new race of werewolves.

But what I never expected was that this psychic was really crazy, and the abnormal state of those aberrants immediately reminded Belmont of what these were. In Azeroth, what does it have to do with a big push of the eyes or something else that makes it disgusting. This kind of twisted flesh and blood, in Azeroth, can only have anything to do with these ancient gods who have been sealed. Those monsters that come from the darkness and twist their flesh.

"O my servants! Send this mortal who rejects the glory of the gods to hell! Valedus used his staff and pointed at Hugh Belmont, and the four twisted flesh monsters, the aberrations, lunged down towards the Death Knight.

The eye-riddled monsters, with a sensitivity different from their size, attacked Hugh Belmont, and at the same time, roars came out of the mouths of these monsters, and these roars were mixed with twisted malice, constantly disturbing the mind of the Death Knight.

With the arrival of the cataclysm, the ancient gods that lurk appear one after another. Their servants also came out of the darkness, and these servants of the ancient gods were all giant monsters with twisted flesh and blood.

However, it was only when the cataclysm occurred that the monsters of the Elder Gods appeared, why were they here, why did the minions of the Elder Gods appear on the Borean Tundra, even if there were those servants who belonged to the Elder Gods in Northrend, but it shouldn't be in this area. What's more, it's not the time of the cataclysm.

Hugh Belmont's face turned ugly, the cataclysm was coming, and even on the way to Northrend, he had a hard fight with Shiamat, who chose to descend by force. However, this does not mean that the Alliance and the Horde will face the Twilight Judgment before they have finished fighting the Lich King!

Why are the minions of the Elder Gods already here?

But in any case, the four-headed twisted monster launched an attack on him with malice, so no matter what, he had to kill them all, and even the ancient gods were not defeated by mortals. At least in the plot he was familiar with, the plot of the ancient gods to destroy the world ended up bankrupt and defeated in the hands of mortals.

"Gods of the Ancients...... I see, you're not a cursed cultist! Oberline's blade slashed through the air and slashed at the twisted monster, and Hugh Belmont roared, "You're one of the Twilight cultists!" ”