Gul'dan had a painful face, and so did the warlocks of the Black Scythe Council.

They were inexplicably pulled by the strong men and began to summon succubi day and night.

Watching a scantily clad succubus appear in His Majesty the Emperor God's private area, Yingying Yanyan laughed happily, and it really felt like she had walked into the royal kiln...

Every time the succubi summoned, the succubi immediately severed their contractual relationship with her, and then the group of succubi ran to His Majesty the God Emperor like stumbling girls, signing new deeds of sale.

"The next ... Hey, Aurelia, Winresa, I warn you both not to look at me with that strange look!"

Aurelia was pulling Wen Leisha to look at Hu Feng, who was surrounded by succubi, with a gaze that looked like a peerless lewd.

"Well, it's not enough for you to summon a succubus, and now that you've summoned such a large group, our Divine Venerable is really extremely confident. ”

At this moment, Mediana suddenly appeared next to the Windranger sisters, revealing her form.

"He's so ugly, I don't like him, and my subordinates won't like him. Medeana said in a very formal tone with a serious face.

Aurelia suddenly laughed, and Wen Leisha couldn't help it, pointing at Hu Feng and laughing.

Tulani plucked up the courage to save her lover's image, "I don't think Sarodar is ugly, although I am not used to human looks at first, but after getting used to it, I feel quite handsome." ”

"You're dead, I'll tell you!When I'm done, I want you to look good! Ay... Hey, who's this, don't touch Lao Tzu! You succubi are still shameless!"

It took most of the day for all the hundreds of succubi under Mediana's command to be summoned to the world of Azeroth.

The warlocks of the Black Scythe Council each took one for themselves, and Gul'dan was old and strong, and one of them took five.

"Gul'dan ... Why do you want so many succubi? I can't see it, you old guy is so impure in your mind, I thought you were all about evil energy, and you didn't care about anything else. ”

When the warlocks of the Black Scythe Council heard this, they immediately looked at the annoyed Gul'dan with a very special gaze, while the High Elf sorceress Sinfer pursed her lips.

"It's still the ancestor of our warlocks, tsk... ”

Hu Feng waited until the end of the scene and secretly pulled Guldan aside, his eyes were extremely obscene.

"Hey, you tell me honestly, have you researched some other strange uses of evil powers? I warn you, don't hide it from me, if you have one, hand it over in a slippy way... Take it for mass production and benefit the public... ”

"Lord God, if you talk like this again, I will immediately rebel believe it or not. ”

"If you don't say it, you won't say it, stingy bala... There is no evil energy at all, Lei Feng's spirit. ”

"Who is the evil power Lei Feng?"

"Oh, a powerful demon who is good at manipulating other people's minds, you don't know. ”

Valhalla.

In the golden hall, Odin sat on a huge throne and pondered.

He was still struggling with whether to contact the Titan Priest who was the God Emperor of the Night Elves.

As a High Titan creation, Odin's level is known as a Lesser Titan. Since he was betrayed by his brother, Loken, the guardian of Ulduar, a fellow Lesser Titan, he has been cursed by Hela, the god of death in the underworld, and can never leave the Valhalla, which floats high in the sky.

During his endless years of being trapped in Valhalla, Odin was contemplating the past, in addition to assembling an army made entirely of the souls of the warriors of the Viku.

He had a strong suspicion that Lorcan had been corrupted by the Elder God Yogsaron, and now he was more worried about Ulduar, the prison where Yogsaron was held. If Lorcan is indeed corrupted, then several other Guardians are not far off.

So the only thing Odin could do was send out that string of signals, codenamed Alpha.

This is the emergency code that the guardians of a planet contact the Titans in the face of a huge, uncontrollable catastrophe.

A sub-Titan named Algalon the Observer has received the signal, and all that can be done now is to wait for the Observer's arrival.

Odin was entangled here, and he couldn't figure out where this Titan Father named Salrodar came from. When the Pantheon led them against the Elder Gods and cleaned up the planet, there was no such number one person.

And according to long-term observation, the style of this Titan Father is not at all the style that the Pantheon should have, and there is not the slightest absolute order that the Titans insist on.

If this Titan is a Dark Titan like Sargeras, if this Sarrodar is a nascent Titan Star Soul and a wild man, then I shouldn't touch him.

Look at what he did!

Falsifying history has created a Night Empire, created a bunch of tribes, and even invaded other timelines!

In Odin's eyes, this kind of behavior is simply the enemy of the pantheon, an act of chaos!

So... Wait.

Northland, Northrend Continent.

Ever since Arthas stepped onto the Frozen Throne and merged with the Lich King, the snow-covered continent has once again returned to peace.

The dragons are busy meeting in the Temple of Dragon's Sleep to discuss how they will deal with the mad Deathwing.

Since the Blue Dragon King Malygos received a large number of dragon eggs delivered by the Divine Venerable, his mood suddenly improved greatly. In addition, when the time comes, he can reunite with his favorite spouse, Sindragosa, so Malygos is not so interested in Deathwing.

In the northernmost part of the Elder Gods' prison, Ulduar, there was silence at the moment.

The once-boisterous Guardians became silent and cold, and they began to stay in their area for long periods of time, no longer communicating with the other brothers.

Yugsaron's whispers echoed through the halls of Ulduar, and the Guardians were moving from silence to madness.

Deep in Ulduar, there's a hyper-sci-fi area of steel: the Spark of Thought.

This is home to the Guardian Mimiron, a giant mechanical gnome who is the best and brightest engineer in the world, and who, after being influenced by Yugsaron's whispers, has only begun to build war machines of all kinds.

In addition, Mimiron is the ancestor of all the gnomes, and it is he who created all the mechanical gnomes, and a group of mechanical gnomes have been transformed into flesh and blood gnomes under the influence of the flesh curse.

On this day, a different whisper filled his mind, driving away Yugsaron's whisper.

This ancient god who suddenly stepped sideways was named Cthulhu.