Before ancient times, when the world was still in darkness, the night was full of nightmares of walking side by side. Mobile They are the shadow of the entire Infinite Universe, the nightmare of all Azeroth, and the secret despair of all living beings.

The god of the ancients, the apostle of the void, the practitioner of despair and the end of the world.

These terrifying and powerful creatures once ruled all of Azeroth, until the Titans of the Pantheon descended and did their best to heal the wounds inflicted on this world by these dark creatures.

Ashath perished, and Cthun, Yogsaron, and Nzoth were sealed away in the depths of Azeroth. Since then, the world has ushered in a brief period of light.

Yes, for a short time, in the countless years after this, even the ancient gods who were sealed away still found a way to quietly push the end to this planet.

Although it is not as powerful as the Titans, who are worshiped as gods, the power of the ancient gods is still something that mortals need to look up to. It is precisely because of this that the many greedy people who do not compromise in the pursuit of power do not mind falling at their feet.

Shadows quietly spread in the hearts of mortals.

At the same time, as the Elder Gods are struggling with the Twilight Project, darkness grows in the corners of the shadows that they have not even noticed.

With the exception of those favored by Twilight, almost everyone thought that there were only four Elder Gods lurking in Azeroth.

Saratas, a name that has never been recorded in any dark document, a name that never seems to have existed, a name that has been utterly abandoned by the Sorrowful Old God.

'How do you know?' The indistinct voice vibrated violently, and even the disguise that quietly affected the spirit subconsciously faded, leaving behind a slightly sharp, cold, feminine exclamation.

Of course, the creatures of the Elder Gods are genderless. They were created for a meaning that did not include reproduction, but for a single purpose, which was to destroy everything that stood in the way of the Void's annihilation of the worlds.

"Haha! I know, there's more to it than you think!" Lanlos's insolent smile was very distorted, but it was not difficult to tell that his smile was from the heart.

Heaven will not kill me!

originally thought that his life would be so glorious, but he didn't expect that he would give up all hope of survival, but just as everything was about to end, the opportunity climbed his ankle.

"I know why you're looking for me, and I'm also telling you very clearly that we can work together. After an embarrassing short silence, Lanlos tried his best to control his emotions, even though he was on the verge of destruction, but in the face of these scheming ancient gods, he had to remain absolutely calm to avoid being tripped again.

'Cooperation?' This time, the voice was no longer hidden, and the cold and empty female voice made people feel dizzy and want to grovel, "Do you have this value now?"

"Since you are looking for me, I think you know the answer to this question very well. After all he had been through, Lanloth had become more and more resistant to the mental influence of the language, and he smiled under his breath, with a look of confidence.

"Don't you want revenge because your so-called compatriots have ended up like this?"

But as it turns out, you are no match for them. Saratas was not a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, and would be so easily moved by Lanlos's rhetoric.

"As far as I know. Lanloth didn't answer, unmoved by his own attempts to change the subject, "The mission of the Elder Gods is to completely corrupt Azeroth. ”

"In fact, their tentacles are so deeply ingrained in this world that even the Titans can't eradicate them completely. They're almost there, and you're already too far behind. No, ......," Lanlos laughed contemptuously, "you have been 'killed' by your so-called compatriots before you even started. ”

"All that's left is a small, broken shell. ”

In the darkness, a dark purple glow flickered softly, and as Lanloth's words fell, it slowly revealed its hideous and evil face.

The dull metallic luster shone with dark purple runes, and the entire body showed an exaggerated angle of bending, and the sharp blade opened on the outside, like the claws of some kind of fierce beast. It's just that the back of the claw is sharpened into a sharp blade.

With the gauntlet and the spikes all over it, holding the dagger would only point the edge towards you. The short knife with such a strange shape adds a bit of weirdness.

Saratas, the blade of the Dark Empire, has never left a name, but it has silently witnessed the Dark Empire's rise and fall from a void artifact.

Some say it is the remains of Salatas, carrying the remnants of the soul of the nameless god of the ancient gods, lurking for countless years and finally reclaiming its glory. It is also said that it was a severed finger cut off by the mighty ancient god of Azeroth, Ashaji, to permanently imprison this 'fellow countryman' against his will and authority.

Of course, Lanros was suspicious of both of these rumors, and he preferred to believe that it was an artifact created by the Void, an artifact that was specifically used against the Elder Gods.

"Enzos, Yogsaron, Cthun...... is our common enemy. Staring at the strange weapon that was both a dagger and a short knife, Lanloth's mind uncontrollably churned over the waves, "We can join forces." ”

'Join forces?' You think too highly of yourself, mortal. Salatas showed exaggerated disbelief, and the irony was so thick that it could not help but burn with anger.

Fortunately, Lanlos has a decent set of emotional control.

"It's not nice to stay in such a place, isn't it?" Instead of responding to the other party's ridicule, Lanlos's deep voice seemed to have a magical power, which made the other party's ridicule come to an abrupt end, and an indescribable depression quickly spread in this dark space.

"How many years, is it awkward to stay in here?" The surroundings were quiet, but the dark purple glimmer was still flickering.

Waiting for this suffocating depression to reach its peak, Lanlos grinned slowly: "Perhaps, I won't be the best choice, but there is no doubt that I know you far better than others. ”

"Neither Yugsaron nor Enzos have taken anything for me. My worth, from the moment you found me, has been recognized, hasn't it?"

Saratas didn't reply, but a flash of black-purple light on the dagger had revealed everything.

After waiting for a long time, Lan Luos, who still didn't get a response from the other party, seemed to have given up, sighed lightly, and lowered his head: "They have already started to act, no, it should be said that their plan is almost completed." ”

"You, aren't you in a hurry?"

At the strangely shaped dagger gauntlet, the vertical pupil of the terrifying eyeball contracted imperceptibly and rapidly. Then, the entire dark space fell into absolute, dead silence.

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There was a craggy rubble everywhere, and there were signs of destruction all over the eyes, and through the dim light that shone from the gap above, Melrose looked at the mess and ruin in front of him with a heavy face.

Soon, the gnome's gaze stayed in the middle of the ruins. Although the light above pierced through the dust, it still could not dispel the inky darkness in the center.

Not only did the terrifying energy of Fang Cai almost destroy the entire mountain, but the escaping magic power crystallized a large area of rock into a black-purple crystal, and the liquid energy visible to the naked eye continued to sway on it, like a dark tentacle that made the scalp tingle.

In the center of the darkness, a large, irregular crater ran straight through, and the aura of cold despair continued to permeate the middle and out.

After hesitating in place for a long time, Melrose walked forward briskly with a heavy expression that did not fit his figure. Coming to the edge of the crater, a disgustingly dark aura hits the face. The dwarf mage sniffled, revealing a palpable disgust, even, hatred?

Looking down, the dwarf's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly reflected an unfathomable darkness and a flickering dark purple shimmer.

"Lanrose?" called tentatively, Melrose's fingertips quietly condensing a purple arcane glow.

No response?

Melrose took a breath, continued a little further, and shouted, "Lanros!"

Airplanes!

The gnome's shouts still echoed through the ruins, and a hair-wrenching hum suddenly broke the dead silence of the space. The next moment, I saw the light below suddenly expand, and the extreme danger instantly engulfed the dwarf's whole body.

The Redemption of Azeroth