The position of the Council of Karaksi and the Ancient Heroes is rather peculiar.

It is more appropriate to say that they are allegiance to Garrosh than to the tribe.

The mantis demon race is tough and cruel, and they will not lose their fighting spirit because of the destruction of their fears, and then find a new thick thigh to hug them.

The only reason why he joined the tribe and willingly obeyed Garrosh was because of the heart of Asha.

It's no surprise that the Mantis have worshipped the Elder Gods for generations, since they are also an offshoot of the Yakee Zerg, and are distant relatives of the Zerg of Northrend, along with the Zerg of the Angela region.

Now Garrosh has attained the Heart of Ashath, and is drawing on its power day and night, searching for a way to fully integrate it into his body.

The mantis demons were convinced that this would give Asshaji another form of life, and Garrosh was that vehicle.

As for fearing that Garrosh would win by his own volition, and then get rid of the influence of Ashaji, he didn't believe that anyone could do that by killing the mantis.

What kind of international joke, how can a mere mortal race be able to compete with the supreme ancient gods?

Perhaps they were doomed to disappointment, for it was really possible for Garrosh to do just that, with his iron will, to master the heart of Ashach.

It's just that he doesn't have a chance, and the mantis demons don't have a chance either.

The Ancient Heroes have their final battle today, and in order to buy time for Garrosh, they have decided to use everything they have to stop the rebels as long as possible.

I have to say that fanatical believers can still burst out with 100% combat effectiveness in this kind of war where there is no suspense about victory or defeat.

The three-way melee in the hall has entered the white-hot stage.

The rebels formed an improvised defensive line on a high platform at the entrance to the hall and launched an indiscriminate attack towards the hall.

The Chief's Guard had to defend on two sides, dealing with the giant dinosaur bloodthirsty Sok and fighting back against the rebels.

However, with the participation of the Mantis Demon Army, the pressure on the Chief's Guard has been reduced a lot, and they have all received Twilight infusion, whether it is melee or ranged, the attack power is greatly enhanced, and there is corrosive Twilight energy.

The number of the Pandaria herd is rapidly decreasing, and the beasts, although fierce, are there with intelligence and nature, and they will never be the match for an organized army.

After taking a lot of damage from the Resistance and the Chief's Guard, Thork let out a vertiginous roar that sent the giant dinosaur berserk.

After the rage, Sok erupted with terrifying destructive power and aggression, like a giant bulldozer, rampaging through the halls, and the ferocious momentum caused heavy casualties to the Chief's Guard and the Mantis Demon.

At the entrance to the hall, the battle was just as fierce.

The eight Ancient Heroes formed a formation with both offense and defense very tacitly, and exerted their unique abilities.

Of course, the bigwigs of the rebels are not false, and those who can be mixed into leader-level characters naturally have their own aspects and abilities to stand at the top.

Thrall, the Plate Armor Shaman, cheated again, and he temporarily made a cameo appearance as a shaman priest who regained mastery, inserted a restorative totem, held aloft the Hammer of Destruction, and set off healing chains and recovery torrents among his allies.

Coupled with the identity of the guardian of the earth, the shield of the earth released by Thrall is at least dozens of times more durable and defensive than that of ordinary shamans.

What's even worse is that the Ancient Heroes accidentally triggered the hidden plot that led to their annihilation.

While attempting to attack the Rebel Mage, Bloodseeker Skill discovers a hidden follower of the Elder God Cthulhu, who is spread across the globe to lure more new followers for Cthulhu.

The team leader who commanded a small team of mages to conduct remote floor scrubbing knew that he would not be able to block the mortal blow of the bloodseeker Squire, so he couldn't care about hiding his identity.

"High Master, save me and give me the strength to fight against it!"

A deep purple twilight energy suddenly diffused from the mage team leader's body, and then his chest began to twist, becoming a blur of flesh and blood, and a round eyeball quickly grew out, and he looked around the battle situation.

Bloodseeker Skeil panicked and feared, although they were disdainful and hostile to the Titans' doglegs, Cthulhu and Yogsaron, but if they did, there was only fear left.

Cthulhu, the ruler of the old days, has long been known to the world, and the inhumane call of Cthulhu is simply an endless nightmare.

To the mortal race, he is an invincible, incomprehensible and unspeakable being, and is also recognized as the most special ancient god in the world of Azeroth.

Bloodseeker Skill stopped in mid-air, staring blankly at the large eyeball that stared at him, and he instantly felt countless crazy thoughts in his mind, and it almost made him want to tear his own head into countless pieces.

It seemed that his mind no longer belonged to him at this moment, and he could no longer control his thoughts.

All sorts of obsessive-compulsive madness and mental suggestion caused the bloodseeker to let out a series of high-pitched howls, and then fell to the ground, as if pounding the ground in a frenzy, or rolling and clutching his head.

The two sides of the fierce battle paused for a rare moment, staring at the blood-seeker Skill in the clearing not far away.

Shakril the Poison Mind roared and flew towards his friend, and the Supreme Kirvin immediately tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Shakril the Poison Hearts approached his friend and tried to take him off the battlefield to the rear, but a palpitation came, and his head involuntarily turned, making eye contact with Cthulhu's eyeballs.

As the Mantis demons firmly believe, no mortal race can resist the will of the Elder Gods, not even the mantis themselves.

Shakril also followed in the footsteps of his friends, rolling wildly on the ground, howling, and tearing at his own head and chest.

Bloodseeker Skell had fallen silent, and though he was still breathing, he collapsed motionless to the ground like a corpse.

A looming body of energy floated out of the body of Bloodseeker Skier, and a call that seemed to come from afar, but also seemed to be close to the ears, dissipated into everyone's eyes.

His soul and will have been dragged into the call of Cthulhu, and he will be trapped forever in the dark and misty forest of incomparable madness, searching for an exit that will never be reached.

And Shakril, the Poison-Hearted, is next.

"The Lord does not like you, and neither do I, heretics of Enzos... Now that you've caught my attention, you're all in my collection. ”

The mage believer suddenly screamed, and his entire body began to twist and change in an extreme way, turning into a wriggling mass of flesh, and then began to grow rapidly.

Deep purple twilight took over the hall, like a whole bottle of ink was splattered on a piece of paper.

Countless spiky tentacles protrude from the twilight, dancing wildly, some of which have a round eyeball growing at the top.

"In the Twilight Judgment, offer your souls ... ”

"Forever immersed in the horrors of old memories until you fall into endless madness ... ”

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