Diving underground and heading north, Yang Long did not make it all to the Tirisfa Glade, but after passing through the Twilight Forest, the Red Ridge Mountains, the Burning Plains, and the Blackstone Mountains, he slid out of the ground and slowed down.

Four days later, scorching canyon.

"Not much has changed here. Yang Long looked around as he walked, muttering to himself in a low voice from time to time.

Several upheavals in the past five hundred years have greatly changed the topography and landforms of many areas of the world of Azeroth, and Yang Long has seen many completely different scenery since he was freed from the predicament.

Yang Long's steps were at most half a meter, but each step crossed a distance of at least 100 meters.

All this is because it is not the embodiment of the human figure that is really moving, but the body in another hidden space, although the speed of the forward movement is deliberately reduced, it is still beyond the speed of the military war horse galloping at full speed.

There are two reasons why I chose to travel in such a hurry.

The first reason is that although Yang Long has fused three pieces of flesh and blood of the ancient gods and can already use most of their power, he still does not have complete control and proficiency, just like a patient who has not fully recovered after the severed limb connection surgery.

Even with the knowledge of the Elder Gods, it will take him some time to get used to.

The second reason is that this journey to the north evokes Yang Long's distant and profound memories, and he consciously feels all this in order to maintain the independence of his human mind.

Possessing the memory of the ancient gods made Yang Long's already relatively indifferent nature more and more hollow. If this emotion is allowed to develop, the last Yang Long is likely to lose himself and throw away some precious memories of his past and present lives.

At that time, he will be assimilated by the memories of the ancient gods, and his own consciousness will be gone.

And he has no human memory, not so much Yang Long who has the body of an ancient god, but an ancient god who has a short memory of Yang Long, which is a possibility that he has been guarding against all along.

"When I first crossed the Blackstone Mountains, I wanted to fight Nefarian in the future, but I didn't expect it."

"Remember to fight that undead thief. If it weren't for the power of the Light. Perhaps"

"The beast on this part of the road has been pestering me for a long time."

"The terrain has changed a lot, and the temperature seems to be too"

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Yang Long, who watched all the way, or talked to himself. Or meditate in the bottom of your heart. Memories that will be placed in the depths of the mind. Flipping through it little by little, and then piecing it together with the original self, feeling the mood swings that are almost imperceptible.

More messy memories at the same time. They also emerge one by one.

It was the experience of many other "Yang Long", they came from different time and space, with various abilities, and each of them seemed to have the same experience as him, constantly confusing the memories that were not very clear in the first place.

There are even quite a few "Yang Long" who died on this land.

Yang Long knew very well where these memories came from, and he also understood the panicked reaction of the first adventurer when he tortured the undead thief, as well as the inexplicable sense of being controlled that he felt.

"It turns out that these are all from" Yang Long's eyes flickered, and his thoughts kept changing.

The experience of rushing out of the hole of time made Yang Long have a certain degree of understanding of the long river of time, and he can pass through the barrier of time and watch everything that happened in the past with just one thought.

That's right, watch.

Take this moment as an example, Yang Long's eyes showed the scene of torturing the undead adventurer back then, as if he and the undead thief appeared in front of him at the same time, and repeated the fight in his memory.

"Ahh Defector... Yes... Oblivion... Ahhh

In the miserable and frightened screams, Yang Long looked down at his original stunned self from top to bottom, watching the undead thieves turn into dust little by little, and the dizziness caused by the space-time shock made Yang Long feel a little uncomfortable.

In a trance, he felt the undead thief's gaze, as if he had traveled through time and space to look at him.

"Hmph!" was just a moment, and Yang Long snorted coldly.

The huge body in the other space shook, and the majestic energy like the tide of the sea erupted, effortlessly smoothing the ripples of time and space, pulling Yang Long back from the gap in the river of time to the space of his original world.

Standing quietly for a while, a sneer appeared on the corner of Yang Long's mouth.

Yang Long, who has half the flesh and blood of the Elder God, also possesses a large part of the characteristics of the Elder God, and in the slow journey of adapting to his own strength in the past few days, any living creatures he encounters along the way have become his native food.

In other words, with him as the center, there will be no life within a radius of 10,000 meters.

But at the moment when he returned to this world after the dizziness just now, Yang Long felt very clearly that there was a trace of hatred that made him feel from the heart, and it disappeared silently.

"Interesting. Yang Long pursed the corners of his lips and continued to walk forward.

In the following journey, Yang Long followed the exile many years ago, reversed through the Lockmodan, the wetlands, the Arathi Heights, and the Hillsbrad Hills, and entered the capital of the new Lordaeron Kingdom from Lordanmere Lake.

And at this time, winter has passed, and the early spring season has arrived.

Founded more than 100 years ago, the New Lordaeron Kingdom has regained its vitality with the full support of the Stormwind Kingdom and the assistance of other allied forces, and its population has soared from less than 500,000 at the beginning of the founding to about 8 million.

The ruined capital was also rebuilt in magnificence after the purification of the Kingdom of the Forsaken.

Compared with the original kingdom of Lordaeron, although the area of the current capital of Lordaeron has been reduced by half, the rule of the aristocratic council mode has made every resident here full of vigor and vitality.

Walking in the bustling crowd, Yang Long sneered disdainfully.

Judging from the information obtained from the successive soul absorption, there is a huge population of at least 700,000 in the capital of New Lordaeron, and every great nobleman in the council is repairing the ancestral land in this huge city.

In terms of high-end upper-level forces, there are at least four super-level powerhouses and nearly a hundred pseudo-super-level professionals in this city.

However, after sneaking into the city for a long time and walking around most of the city, Yang Long found that not only did there not have any super-level powerhouses in this city, but there were only more than ten pseudo-super-level professionals.

Even the population of the entire city is roughly estimated to be less than 100,000.

After entering a deep alleyway and sucking the souls of a few passers-by at random, Yang Long learned that half a year ago, the council had issued a decree to disperse most of the city's population to other cities in the Tirisfarda Glade.

The members of the noble council had already been evacuated cleanly.

Among the more than 89,000 people who remained, they were basically low-level civilians who could not afford to move far, and soldiers who were ordered to be stationed in the city to maintain basic order, and they knew nothing about everything.

"It must have been not long after that fight with Wei Lun, right?" Yang Long immediately thought.

Judging from this series of reactions, it is enough to prove that the enemies have discovered their intentions, after all, although the secrets of the Elder Gods are rarely known, they cannot be hidden from the powerhouses of Velen and the Night Elves.

"Maybe right now, those guys are waiting for me in the north, right?" Yang Long smiled a little indifferently.

The fusion of the flesh and blood of the ancient gods is what Yang Long must do at the moment, since the Tirisfal Glade has enemies ready, then it is conceivable that the Black Coast is not much different, and it is pointless to retreat and look for an opportunity.

In this case, it can only be attacked.

Until then, though

Swish!

Yang Long, who was standing in the middle of the road, stretched out his hand at will, and a light silver light curtain burst out in all directions, destroying everything that was blocked along the way within a hundred meters in diameter, and all living beings were crushed into meat paste to become nutrients for the body.

A terrible alarm sounded immediately.

"What people!" In the roar of anger, a thin young man wearing a magic robe and the strength of the thirteenth rank floated after rising into the air, and on the avenue more than a thousand meters behind him, a group of two thousand cavalry rushed to kill with great momentum

(To be continued......)