"Beautiful, happy -- la la la --" Yirel was now in a state of collapse. She could clearly sense Duke's thoughts. Although the things coming out of Duke's mind were so messy, she was still sure that they were Duke's.
She was totally confused and didn't know what to do.
Her brain hurt a little, and she didn't know whether it was her moral integrity or her IQ that was being lost, or maybe both.
She looked at Duke who was thirty meters away a little dazedly. Duke opened his mouth wide as if shouting something at her, but she subconsciously smiled at Duke - a silly smile.
Seeing the typical innocent smile of Irel, Duke bared his teeth and rolled his eyes. He didn't know where to start complaining.
"Ouch! It hurts!" Duke gasped as a heart-wrenching pain pierced his soul.
He noticed that this was a very rare form of injury. First, his mind thought he was injured, and then a cut appeared on his arm for no apparent reason, and bright red blood spurted out.
Tsk! How long has it been since I got hurt?
Even his demigod body was not immune to this strange damage.
There was no choice but Duke to flash over and get in front of the Irel.
Duke originally thought that this distance was enough to offset the effect of Brain Connection. Who knew that it still didn't work!
Damn! How close does it have to be?
The damage was happening every second, and Duke didn't want it to happen again.
After all, it's not just about injury, it's also about losing your mind.
Duke didn't know whether people with higher IQ or stronger willpower could hold on longer, and he didn't want to fight, so he simply grabbed the sheep horn on the right side of Ti's head and pressed his forehead against Ti's.
"Buzz!" This was not an ordinary sound. It was more like the sound of some kind of soul, which stunned Duke and Irel at the same time.
Duke could clearly feel that some of his memories that did not belong to the mental barrier were given to his Irel during the mental collision just now.
And part of the Irel's memory also broke into Duke's spiritual sea.
Duke took a quick glance and saw a memory of Irel finding joy in misery while being protected by the Draenei at the risk of their lives.
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to take a closer look and simply asked the system AI to seal it temporarily.
Duke shouted on the spot, warning others: "Be careful! Yogg-Saron will emit a kind of brain wave that connects the two victims. If the two are too far apart after being hit, they will lose both consciousness and vitality. Once the sanity drops beyond the limit, they will be controlled by Yogg-Saron!"
Nothing is more convincing than the victims' personal stories.
Duke, who has experienced the effects firsthand, speaks directly of the skills in the game, which is more like a summary ability beyond the imagination of mortals.
The scene at this moment was very chaotic. The corrosive tentacles that emerged from the ground were madly pouring out all kinds of messes all around.
There was Doomsday Curse which would cause severe shadow damage; there was Cold Heart which drastically reduced someone's movement and attack speed; and there was also Sara, a battle angel, who was guiding four terrible laser beams, randomly shooting at the crowd, but the laser beams did not move very fast, and as long as one was not entangled by the tentacles, there was still a great chance of escaping. No one wanted to try the laser beam that could easily kill someone in seconds.
It was in such a chaotic scene that Duke did not notice the strange blush on Yrel's face after he absorbed part of his memory...
Duke had no idea what had gone wrong.
At this moment, Yogg-Saron was obviously more powerful than he thought.
In addition to the massive tentacles, Sarah, who was hovering in the air in the space crack, could continue to summon the Faceless Leader.
"Hoo, hoo, hoo!" These huge, deformed monsters with ugly tentacles as arms pounced on the four guards as soon as they emerged from the green mist.
Although they are not as tall as Archavon, they are not much weaker in strength. What is more difficult to deal with is their Mind Control skill. If you see these big guys suddenly stand still and stare at a strong alliance, then whoever is being stared at should be careful.
This is a standard shadow spell, and people with low shadow resistance are more likely to be hit. For example, Vanessa was hit and almost chopped off Gavinrad's penis.
However, Gavinrad was very skilled. Before Vanessa could take action, he first gave the female thief a Sanction, knocking her out with the power of holy light and restoring her consciousness at the same time.
However, she was the only one who knew how much Vanessa's sanity had declined while under Mind Control.
The infected people were everywhere, and the scene became increasingly chaotic.
"Those who have been hit, come here!" Duke shouted, because the Guardian of Life Freya once again opened a Well of Wisdom. If he wanted to eliminate the negative effects of the Monkey Style Intelligence Reduction Method, he had to rely on this.
"Duke! We can't go on like this! There's no end to those octopus tentacles!" Magni shouted as he was using his Balrog hammer to beat a thick tentacle that was swaying left and right. The blazing flames ignited the entire tentacle, giving off a smell similar to that of grilled squid, only a hundred times more burnt and smelly.
Everyone has discovered that there are too many tentacles and too many Faceless Men leaders, but both Sarah and Yogg-Saron's projection are just illusory existences sandwiched in the cracks of space and cannot be touched at all.
The hammer hit the air and did not cause any damage to Yogg-Saron.
"We must do something!?" Tirion roared.
The power of Ashbringer is indeed huge. A full-strength strike of the sword can cut off several tentacles. However, within a few seconds, the same number of tentacles will be replaced.
This gives people a feeling of despair, as if all the attacks on their side are fucking useless.
"Just wait! There will definitely be a chance! Yogg-Saron can't keep sending tentacles through space cracks without revealing any flaws!" Duke said with great certainty.
In fact, even if Duke was not a time traveler, with his current eyesight, he could see that Yogg-Saron's flaw was gradually getting bigger.
From the perspective of spatial science, Yogg-Saron's current actions are indeed very cunning.
Every space channel cannot be one-way.
What goes out must come in.
What Yogg-Saron is doing now is to destroy the small space channel immediately after sending his own biological tissue or the Faceless Men's men. This approach can prevent the enemy from counterattacking its body.
There are always pros and cons!
The effect is significant in a short period of time.
The coalition forces could not fight back and could only spend elemental energy blindly. But I wonder if Yogg-Saron noticed that the space around them was a little unstable...
Spatial instability does not mean that the space of Ulduar is about to collapse.
As a powerful cage for imprisoning the ancient gods, the strength of the space here was so high that it completely exceeded Duke's imagination.
Here, even if Duke holds Atiesh, he can't open half of the portal.
The difficulty is so high that it is like giving Duke an iron spoon and asking him to dig through a thousand-meter-thick steel plate. In addition to the solid space, there are also various sealing systems for spiritual consciousness and thoughts. Even though this place has been riddled with holes by Yogg-Saron, it is still not difficult to see how solid the defense here was 25,000 years ago.
If it were Duke, he would have given up on treatment long ago and become a prisoner, with all his fighting spirit worn away.
It was really hard for Duke to imagine how Yogg-Saron could dig a secret passage under such circumstances, convey his will, and then secretly corrupt Loken, the King of Wisdom.
In fact, even if Yogg-Saron has dealt with almost all the guardians here, it still can't simply come out... No! According to the latest detection data of the system AI, Yogg-Saron has actually come out. But in order to avoid being hit directly by its still weak body, it should be hiding in the gap between the cage and the real world to catch its breath.
Mimiron was the first to see through this without Duke, and he immediately shouted: "Damn it! Yogg-Saron is stalling for time! The more time it buys, the more its strength will recover as time goes by! We must break this wall of space as soon as possible and attack its body!"
"How to break it? Where's the method?" Thorim, who had the most impatient temper, retorted.
"Uh…" Mimiron is an inventor and half scientist, but this is the first time he has encountered such a strange situation.
Now, the spiritual energy balls leaking out from the cracks in space should be Yogg-Saron's weakness. So how to use these spiritual energy balls?
It was Duke who spoke the truth: "I know! These spiritual energy clusters are the intersection of the space crack and the real world, that is, the space node! We just need to remove those disguises to find the coordinates of the space crack where Yogg-Saron is located."
After saying that, Duke used the chicken leg stick Atiesh as a spear and performed a stick flower dance.
This has an element of coolness, but more importantly, when Duke wields Atiesh, the artifact staff comes into contact with the surrounding space, producing a better linkage effect.
Duke suddenly placed the bottom of the staff on the cracked floor tiles and shouted, "Get rid of it - illusion -" The arcane circuit in his body spun at high speed, and the surging arcane energy poured into the staff through the circuit port of his arm.
That was a magic that was completely opposite to the mage's mirror image.
Duke attempted to remove the false mirror images that shrouded those spiritual energy balls.
Unfortunately... it failed!
"Wow!" The exaggerated energy gap between the demigod and the true god was so huge that it almost shocked Duke to death. Duke spat out a mouthful of blood for the first time in a long time.
"Damn! What a loss." Duke could clearly feel the backlash of the magic power on his magic circuit.
"Duke!?" Calia screamed and directly cast a Strong Healing Spell on Duke.
Jaina even flashed over, trying to use her own circuit to help Duke, so that Duke's magic circuit can return to normal.
"No! It's okay!" Duke gently pushed Jaina away.
When it comes to magic, Duke is the best in the coalition. If he is not good enough, the others are even worse.
Duke immediately changed his mind!
Damn, if you don't want to dispel it for me, then I can just add something on it, right?
Something that made Sarah furious happened. Duke used the True Mirror Spell to create several fake portals on top of the spiritual energy balls of Yogg-Saron.
Duke pointed at the illusory gates and said, "Go ahead! One person per gate! When you touch a gate, you can connect your spirit to it. That is Yogg-Saron's dream. Only by destroying the nightmare creatures inside through the dream can we break through the mental energy fog and reveal the spatial coordinates. Finally, we must drag Yogg-Saron out of the spatial crack and kill him!"
Originally, Duke should have taken the lead and led the way to break through those spiritual energy balls that would transform into dreams.
Duke hesitated.
In this life, because he did too many good things, many key events have gone seriously astray.
In the original history, Yogg-Saron will give three dreams, which correspond to three major historical events in Azeroth:
Stormwind Fortress Dream: Assassin Grandmaster Garona, she was once Gul'dan's assistant, and was later sent to Karazhan, where she had a passionate sex with Medivh, who was possessed by Sargeras. Later, she was trusted by King Llane and became the most important orc advisor to the king and Anduin Lothar. Unexpectedly, under Gul'dan's control, she eventually betrayed King Llane and assassinated him in front of the young Varian. This also led to the collapse of Stormwind Kingdom in the first Dark Gate War in history.
Obsidian Sanctuary Dream: When forging the Dragon Soul, the fallen Deathwing deceived his other brothers, forged the Demon Soul, and then almost wiped out Malygos' blue dragon army.
Frozen Crown Dream: Bolvar was betrayed by the alchemist in the Gate of Wrath, poisoned and burned by the red dragon's flames. His soul was resurrected by Arthas. Arthas tortured Bolvar while trying to transform him...
These dreams given by Yogg-Saron actually have strong psychological implications. The three dreams seem to have nothing to do with each other, but in fact they all have a unified core idea - betrayal!
Garona betrayed the trust of Llane and Anduin and killed Llane.
Neltharion sold his brothers and sisters to achieve the fame of Deathwing.
There is also Bolvar, who is a future version of betrayal. Under the circumstances at the time, it also implies that Bolvar will betray the Alliance and become a powerful death knight.
The problem is, if Yogg-Saron gave Duke these three dreams again in this life, Duke would not believe any of them except the second one.
Because Garona failed to assassinate Llane, Llane lived until the end of Second War. Then Duke made trouble and prevented the Gate of Wrath from happening.
So, if there are still three dreams, Duke has no idea what the other two dreams will be?
The unknown sometimes represents fear.
Duke has never been a particularly steadfast person. He was not in the past, he is average now, and he probably won't be much stronger in the future. If it weren't for the integrity of the saints to protect Duke, Duke would have already defected to the Scourge, the Burning Legion, or something like that.
As Duke stood still, his companions and harem thought that Duke wanted to stay in order to open the portal as soon as the dream was broken.
Am I... scared?
Duke looked at his free right hand. When he was not using the Song of Light and Shadow, Duke always kept his right hand free.
That hand has hardly changed since he came to Azeroth more than twenty years ago.
Maybe, just a little bit bigger.
He went from an ignorant passerby wizard apprentice to a demigod step by step. His experiences are enough to write a novel of more than three million words.
At this moment, the fighting was still going on all around, but in Duke's field of vision, even if he looked left and right, everything was still hazy, with only shadows of people.
Duke knew it was an illusion, but he couldn't help but shout, "Alleria!"
right!
Alleria is the most special one for Duke. This sexy, charming, noble and elegant female elf is herself an epic of Azeroth.
For some reason, Duke felt a little lost. He called out Alleria's name, hoping to see the female elf stay by his side as always.
But the surroundings were still hazy. Although the people around him had vivid faces and rich expressions, in Duke's cognition, their faces were all marked with - wooden.
"Vereesa!?"
Duke stretched out his right hand in vain to grab something, but he caught nothing. The silhouette of the female elf in front of him was just an illusion.
The scene in his field of vision changed instantly, and Duke suddenly found himself in the endless void of the universe. The planet Azeroth directly below was also hazy, and was moving away from him at an extremely high speed.
Then he felt as if his body was stretched into a thin rope a kilometer long.
Was it forcibly dragged into a black hole?
Or has space travel begun?
He was constantly being dragged into the deepest part of the universe, and he kept feeling the falling sensation. The illusion of weightlessness made Duke feel a long-lost panic. This feeling made him feel that he was about to suffocate, and even the last bit of air in his lungs was being forced out of his throat.
"Ah!" Duke suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, and then he saw his right hand stretched out carelessly. The angry palm still maintained a groping posture, obviously, destined to touch nothing.
Duke could clearly feel the gaze from Sarah - Yogg-Saron had set his sights on him.
Perhaps, he, as the commander-in-chief of the Alliance and the leader of the coalition forces, is the favorite prey of the ancient gods.
A wave of nausea and vomiting came over him, as if he were being tied up and hung, placed next to a thousand mouths full of fangs, and would be thrown down and killed without a burial place at any time. This was an ominous premonition.
For a moment, Duke thought about giving up.
"I don't have to go into those dreams!"
"It will be more beneficial for the coalition forces if I am outside to have an overview of the situation."
"Even if I do nothing from now on, this powerful team will still win..."
Duke's own voice echoed loudly in the sea of his mind, one after another, and there were piles of high-sounding excuses.
Duke was almost convinced.
Just at this moment, Duke saw a graceful yet heroic female figure rushing ahead.
"Duke, I'm on first!"
Sylvanas, the second sister of the Windrunner family who was a little immature at the time, has now taken up the banner of the elves. Now as the queen of the blood elves, she has obviously abandoned all her confusion.
Duke noticed that the moment she came into contact with the spiritual energy ball, the dream fog suddenly cleared up. That was... the day of betrayal by the Sun King Anasterian!
Yes! That's right! For the high elves of this world, this is the deepest pain in the hearts of all elves! Their own king betrayed their own people!
Can Sylvanas handle the nightmares within?
The doubt just arose in Duke's mind, but was immediately dispelled by Duke. A voice in his heart clearly told him - if it was Sylvanas, there would be no problem.
Another person entered the dream, but she didn't do it on her own initiative. She was more like being forcibly pulled in by a ball of nightmare energy. Onyxia, Duke saw with his own eyes that Yogg-Saron had thrown a ball of nightmare onto her dragon's tail. Almost at the moment of touching the dream material, Onyxia uncontrollably turned into a human form and was then pulled into the dream.
The third person to enter was Tirion, and the fourth was Vashj.
Duke didn't know whether there was inevitability or some special direction here.
All he knew was that Yogg-Saron didn't want to talk to him and threw a ball of dream energy at him.
At this moment, Duke had a chance to dodge.
He gave up hiding.
Because in addition to this stage, there is also the third stage. Duke couldn't imagine if he retreated here, would Yogg-Saron stare at him in the third stage and attack him with mind control skills.
"Magni is in command!" Duke made this decision before entering the dream.
"Okay!" Magni gritted his teeth.
The light in front of him became brighter and brighter, and the blurry phantom light swallowed Duke whole.
Duke disappeared, disappeared from the real world, and entered the dreamland in the gap between time and space...
A red sun was setting obliquely on the island of Quel'Danath in the west. The afterglow of the setting sun continued with the seemingly eternal golden light above the Sunwell, dyeing half of the sky into a golden and red haze.
In the twilight, a team of rangers riding on chocobos, escorting a convoy of trucks, were heading along the coastline towards the revived Silvermoon City.
Sylvanas rode her chocobo at the front of the team, moving along the crescent-shaped beach washed out by the sea. Her shadow was dragged long by the setting sun, and a slightly hunched silhouette was drawn on the smooth sandy beach.
Sylvanas looked up at Silvermoon City in the distance. This majestic city that had been revived was her greatest pride.
She devoted five thousand years of hard work to its prosperity.
The city standing on the seashore has countless magic towers that soar into the sky, neatly arranged, pointing straight to the sky and to the vast universe in the distance.
A series of chocobo claws scratching the ground sounded behind my ears.
Sylvanas turned around suddenly, and her old figure was reflected on the shiny armor of the arcane puppet next to her.
"Ah! I am already very old!"
Yes, five thousand years have passed since the Sun King Anasterian betrayed the elves. When the elves returned to a peaceful life, they once again worshipped magic, and the mage faction headed by Kael'thas once again rose up as a representative.
"Your Majesty - Kael'thas has raised the banner of rebellion! He and the new Silvermoon Council have rebelled!" Halduron Marian, who hurried over, was also very old, and the half of his body that was burned by fire was even more shocking.
"Impossible! He is older than me, how could he ..."
"No! He has joined the Scourge! Death granted him eternal life, and now he is even more powerful than in his peak period!" In the magic mirror that Halduron opened, there was Kael'thas, whose face was bloodless and there were only two balls of blue soul fire in his eye sockets. He waved his hand, and hundreds of elven rangers died in the sea of fire.
"No—no—it shouldn't be like this!"
Five thousand years of hard work, destroyed in an instant. The feeling that her lifelong efforts were about to be destroyed in an instant was like an overwhelming pressure, making Sylvanas breathless.
She still holds Solidal Star's Fury, and she still commands a large group of people under her command, but the aging of her body has worn away her courage and corroded her heart.
A voice kept echoing in her ears. It was a voice she would always remember - the owner of the voice was Anasterian Sunstrider. She had seized this kingdom from the Sunstrider royal family who had betrayed the high elves!
"Do you understand? Sylvanas! Do you understand how I felt back then? All my hard work was burned to ashes! All my future was forcibly taken away! There is nothing left, only this feeling of old age and powerlessness!"
A feeling of weakness came over me, as if all the blood in my body had been drained.
Sylvanas felt as if she could no longer draw the bow, an action she had done billions of times and was so familiar with it that it was as easy as eating or drinking. The trembling sense of old age was rapidly corroding her heart.
"No! This is not me! Not me--" When she finished speaking, Sylvanas found that there was a tearful tone in her voice.
That feeling of powerlessness was the most horrible torture for her who was always determined to make progress.
She could face the most formidable enemy without fear, but she could not face an aged and old herself.
She may not care about her aging face, but she cannot face the fact that she can't even pull a bowstring.
She... trembled!
Anasterian's voice was full of magnetism and psychedelic feeling: "Do you understand my feelings? The betrayal was not for personal gain. I wanted to better lead the elves... so that the elves could have a better future..."
At this moment, Sylvanas was completely confused...
At the same time, in different dreams, every intruder is tortured by conscience, justice and beliefs.
In the Obsidian Temple dream, Onyxia went back to the past and became an inconspicuous dragon. Her father tore her mother into pieces in front of her, and then pressed a fingertip of the huge claw hard on Onyxia's back, forcing her to crane her neck and look up at the horrific scene that occupied her entire vision.
The huge dragon nose kept spewing out the breath of flames. The acid accumulated in Deathwing's chest dripped along the edge gaps of the metal armor, gathering into a stream, approaching the young and helpless her step by step.
She trembled and finally could only lower her head and listen to her father's teachings.
Those were words that shook the entire sanctuary, and even the entire world.
"Idiot! This is not betrayal! This is just our Black Dragonflight breaking free from the cages those filthy titans have placed on us! Guardian Dragons? Bullshit! This damn responsibility has bound our freedom! Whatever we want to do, we must first get permission from our 'duty'! This is not a Guardian Dragon at all, we are just slaves used by the titans to guard the door!"
"Lord Yogg-Saron is the original master of this world! They are the greatest native gods. The titans are nothing but a group of despicable invaders!"
"Look at you, Onyxia! You have brought shame to our great black Dragonflight! There is nothing shameful about being a servant of the greatest ancient god, but becoming a tiny human mount? Has your self-esteem been eaten by slimes? Three thousand years ago, those humans were just jungle monkeys in animal skins!"
Onyxia felt that her body seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, while her father's body was getting bigger and bigger. He covered the entire sky with his black wings...
On the other side, Vashj dreamed of going back ten thousand years, when she served as Queen Azshara's maid.
"Vashj, do you admit your guilt?" It was a voice like thunder. The perfect queen, with a perfect face, spoke words of judgment.
Almost subconsciously, Vashj wanted to kneel down!
And...in the royal palace of Lordaeron.
Tirion saw the past, and as a bystander, he watched how Terenas treated Arthas indifferently.
There is no family affection, no forgiveness.
There are only one seemingly unattainable goal after another.
Work harder and harder, and there is no reward for achieving your goals, because that is your right.
Failure to achieve the goal will only result in anger.
The only thing on their lips is responsibility!
An originally kind heart has actually been gradually twisted...
In different dreams, each challenger had different experiences. As soon as Duke entered the dream, he knew that Yogg-Saron had made a huge investment this time.
Because he suddenly saw himself in the Internet cafe.
Every time I wake up from a dream at midnight, the memory that always comes to mind is -
A dozen acquaintances, plus brothers and sisters from all over the country, formed a 40-man team. They shouted and commanded at the top of their lungs in the voice chat group, screamed in pain when the team was wiped out, and were ecstatic when they finally defeated the boss after going through untold hardships.
I still remember the first time I formed a group to fight Molten Core, we spent an entire night fighting against the two Molten Giants at the entrance...
I still remember that it took two weeks to open up the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and almost every night I had eight hours of intensive opening up... When the boss fell, the whole Internet cafe was boiling, as if the ice-cold tap water instantly boiled to 100 degrees!
"Hahaha! I passed! I passed! I finally defeated this boss!" Duke screamed wildly, raising his hands high. However, in the midst of his joy, he suddenly had a question: "Where is my Alleria? Where is my harem?"
"Have you lost your mind playing games?" A Guang, my good friend, scolded with a smile: "We are playing games..."
"Game...?" Duke's smile suddenly turned bitter, because he suddenly saw that the label on his retina for A Guang was clearly: Tentacle of Yogg-Saron!
Duke suddenly sighed: Yogg-Saron is indeed the most adept evil god at manipulating people's hearts. If there were no system elves, I would probably really regard what happened to me in Azeroth as a long-lost dream. When I really believed that this was a dream, I would naturally betray the entire Azeroth. Unfortunately... I can't go back! I, Duke - I am already a demigod of Azeroth!
With a slightly bleak smile, Duke snapped his fingers.
Almost instantly, all the friends sitting next to Duke in the Internet cafe were lit up like human torches.
Among my former friends were my roommates, classmates from the same class and the next class, as well as people from work who I had become acquainted with by frequenting the Internet cafe. I watched the illusions in their appearance being burned.
Duke had only one feeling:
It hurts, my friend!
Duke felt so uncomfortable that he was about to cry.
But this is a psychic attack. A psychic attack where only one person can be the winner!
Normally, it is very difficult to control the mind of any intelligent creature with a normal mind. There are only two ways to control a creature with high intelligence and combat power in the shortest time with the simplest violence: severely injuring its mind or wearing away its wisdom.
The mental retardation technique is easy to understand. If you can make a person with an average IQ of 90 drop to an IQ of 5 points, then it is successful. Whether it is by slowing down their thinking reaction or weakening their thinking mode. However, such means will often also reduce the combat ability of the creature.
Without the ability to think, humans are just like mentally retarded zombies.
Yogg-Saron chose another more troublesome method - severe damage to the mind.
This is not without trace.
Before entering Ulduar, Duke carefully recalled Yogg-Saron's methods and came to the conclusion that Yogg-Saron was a master at playing dissociative amnesia.
Dissociative amnesia is a memory disorder characterized by sudden memory loss caused by great stress or trauma, such as witnessing the death of a loved one. The patient forgets the painful experience as if the memory never happened, living a self-deceiving lie.
Just like Thorim, who clearly had great hatred and heavy responsibilities in the great war with Loken in history, was brainwashed by Yogg-Saron and turned into a slave.
The spiritual world is the most complex thing. If you brainwash them completely, they will become idiots. Yogg-Saron's method is to retain a certain degree of cognition of the victim, leaving behind the memories he cherishes the most, and then modify other aspects.
After a period of time, his cognition and memory will be modified perfectly, and he will become a crazy fan like Locke.
Duke thought hard about what mental weaknesses he had that could cause him to suffer serious mental trauma. He spent a long time summarizing and finally came up with the answer: it was the fear of losing.
He was unwilling to give up the achievements he had today and the perfect and harmonious harem he now had. If there was anything that frightened him the most, it would probably be losing everything he had in Azeroth.
Therefore, it is predictable what kind of attack Yogg-Saron will launch after he has gone to great lengths to bypass the system elves' defenses through undetectable means and peeked into Duke's memory fragments.
Duke, set a trigger-like trap for himself.
If you recall your memories of the Earth Celestial Empire, you can activate the system AI's prompts yourself.
This move saved Duke.
"Hahahaha!" A Guang turned into a flaming skeleton in the flames.
Duke turned around leisurely. If he was faced by this crazy skeleton, he would lose his sanity every second.
I really wanted to light a cigarette, but unfortunately, Duke didn't smoke.
After thinking about it, Duke had a crystal glass cup made entirely of frost elements in his hand, which was filled with psychedelic and colorful liquid arcane energy.
"Since this is a dream and I can't even open my own storage space, then let it be..." Duke showed a strange expression that was not sure whether it was a smile or a wry smile. He raised the cup in his hand high and let the arcane liquid droplets pour onto the ground.
The old World of Warcraft was so beautiful.
For this, some people climbed over the wall to go to the Internet cafe in the middle of the night.
For this, some people work part-time as writers for two hours a day, and then work on World of Warcraft for 12 hours.
For this, someone got up in the dark at 3 a.m. while working the night shift at the factory and turned on his computer, just because Duke, the leader of the guild, called him and said, "Hey! XX, there's a fight online."
Everyone has frolicked, played, celebrated and felt sad in it.
After more than 20 years in the world of Azeroth, that memory has become a very distant history.
It was the end of an era.
But for the time traveler Duke, it was also the beginning of an era.
Looking at the 'arcane liquor' splashing in the air, Duke muttered to himself: "A tribute to our lost youth!"
right!
Duke will be missed, but not obsessed.
From the first day he traveled through time, he had been fighting a battle that he himself believed was unlikely to win, not to mention the rest of the world.
Faced with powerful enemies as numerous as the stars in the sky, I hesitated, doubted, and even almost retreated. But since I have never given up the 'simple' ideal in my heart to get better, the only thing left to do is -
Win the final victory and create a legend that belongs only to me, Duke!
…
As Duke muttered to himself like in his sleep, the dream before his eyes changed almost in response.
The wall of the Internet cafe disappeared silently.
A huge, white jellyfish-like object floating in the air was revealed.
That thing overlapped with what Duke remembered.
That's right, it is the brain of Yogg-Saron, in charge of the power of dreams. In a sense, it is also one of Ysera's most powerful enemies.
When Duke was the first to step into the Temple of the Soul, he was a little surprised. Almost without any notice, the other walls of the Temple of the Soul disappeared silently within a few seconds, revealing the existence behind the walls.
The first one to come out was Sylvanas. As the queen of the blood elves, she was very graceful. Facing Duke's inquiring gaze, she raised her chin proudly and said, "Anasterian's nightmare seems to want to use old age to prove that his powerlessness and betrayal are not wrong. Humph! I am not afraid of getting old! Even if I am too old to pull the bowstring, I will still use my body to protect my compatriots, even if I die on the way to the charge!"
Duke was a little speechless, but soon he was relieved: Never bow to fate, indeed, this is the Sylvanas Windrunner that I love deeply.
Tirion appeared second. He shook his head and said, "I met Arthas. In that dream, he seemed to defend his patricide. Unfortunately, I didn't listen. I have seen the kindest orcs and the filthiest humans. Justice cannot be desecrated or trampled upon. Justice knows no race or nationality. Nightmares have their own reasons, and I have my own justice."
As one of the Five Silver Saints, Tirion's firm belief was probably second only to Uther. Duke had nothing to worry about him.
Vashj appeared in the form of a naga with a human face. She smiled bitterly, "I met Queen Azshara, and she seemed to want to be my master. But ten thousand years is too long. I only hate her. Moreover, the light of redemption in my heart made me sober up."
Vashj smiled faintly at Duke.
It is obvious who the salvation is.
What surprised Duke the most was the Black Dragon Princess!
In Duke's opinion, Onyxia was definitely the biggest flaw in the coalition camp. Because she had no will to fight, it could be said that in this kind of soul-torturing dream, her performance was definitely far inferior to Duke's.
If the willpower of Tirion or Queen Sion, who have the strongest will, is 100, then Onyxia's willpower is at most 10. It is already a courtesy given by Duke not to rate her as having a combat power of only 5.
In Duke's plan, they must first break through the dream, and then hit the brain representing the core of Yogg-Saron's spiritual world hard, so as to save Onyxia from the enemy's weakness.
Who would have thought that Onyxia could do it herself?
The Black Dragon Princess had an unnatural expression on her face. As a creature connected to Duke's soul, Onyxia told Duke the truth in private in the mental connection: "I met my dead father in my dream. He kept threatening me. To be honest, I was scared at first. Not only did he torture me, he also always boasted, 'I am the strongest in the world.' I always felt that something was wrong."
"And then?"
"Then I suddenly realized that he was not the strongest, and I had a master. My master had killed my father, whom I feared the most, and my brother, whom I hated the most. So at least my master was stronger than him."
Duke laughed: Wow! Dragon lady, your logic is solid! Nothing wrong with it!
"So I'm not afraid anymore. Even if you want to deal with me, you have to deal with my master Duke first. What's your skill to come here to deal with me, your mount?"
Onyxia explained.
She herself didn't realize that...her IQ had dropped a lot. It was just that her mind hadn't been severely damaged, so her mental state hadn't collapsed yet.
This is a blessing in disguise.
For some reason, Duke felt that Onyxia, who didn't have so many scheming thoughts, was actually... a little cute!
Damn it! Then I can still be cruel to this guy and have sex with him whenever I want, and ride him whenever I want?
It would be best if everyone is fine.
Five powerful men gathered in Yogg-Saron's spiritual core - its brain space, which naturally triggered a series of changes.
Duke understood that it was trying to get a strong man to rebel directly, thus causing the coalition to collapse. But five defeats in a row at the beginning was really a joke. After all, it swallowed four demigods into the dream in one breath. It could easily swallow ten epic heroes who had not yet entered the realm of God. Four demigods, even with its power as an ancient evil god, would be difficult for it.
"Damn outsiders! Despicable blasphemers! Do you think this is the end?" In midair, the glowing jellyfish-like brain began to send out very strong divine thoughts. A powerful move that used crazy thoughts as energy was brewing, and this ball of terrifying spiritual energy was even transformed into substance, which could be directly observed with the naked eye.
However, while accumulating this move of Crazy Urge, the last barrier separating the passages from various dreams and the Palace of the Soul was also opened.
Perhaps Yogg-Saron also knew that such a weak barrier could not stop these wolf-like and ferocious guys for long. It would be better to try his best, concentrate the most powerful mental power, and directly control these demigods, so that he could turn the tables in one fell swoop!
Even a strong man like "There is a silly dragon" would not have an easy task to brainwash a demigod. If he could brainwash so easily, why would he slowly corrupt Locke's mind, let Locke be a traitor, and knock out his companions one by one and send him to the rescue?
If it is really that awesome, can't it just control all the guardians directly?
Therefore, this forced retardation technique has great disadvantages, such as its mental strength will be greatly reduced. For example, this move lasts for a long time, up to 60 seconds.
This leads to a result - the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
Open up your ultimate right in front of you, and it lasts for 60 seconds! If this is released by Yogg-Saron, Duke can change his name to K'Duk today.
"Beat him!"
Following the master's order, Onyxia, who had temporarily become loyal due to the Monkey-like Intelligence Reduction Technique, was the first to transform into a dragon and rush forward.
Without saying anything, take a deep breath.
The extremely high temperature and blazing flames immediately caused the gradually gathering and increasingly bright spiritual energy ball to flicker.
This was followed by Sylvanas and Vashj firing their thunder arrows at full power.
Faced with a huge target that had no way of defending itself and could only take it all, there was no need for any quick shooting techniques. The two female demigods slowly pulled the bowstrings with all their strength in the Aim and Shoot posture, injecting as much of their elemental power as possible into the arrows.
Then, two arrows pierced through the void as if they had cut through the entire space of the Temple of the Soul.
The picture in the field of vision was almost split into three equal parts at once.
"Evil God - your destination is destruction -" Old Buddha Tirion exhaled and spoke, he raised the Ashbringer high.
The broad blade was filled with golden holy light.
He seemed to be using his actions to illustrate the saying 'Justice may be late, but justice will never fail to come'.
The originally weak spatial structure was in a state of collapse under the full force of the Ashbringer. The white tentacles extending from the huge white translucent brain all turned into ashes the moment they touched the golden holy light.
The huge brain that had expanded to occupy half of the temple staged a real version of brain atrophy in front of the five people.
To them, it was no longer a brain but more like a dried walnut.
When the four heroes all turned their eyes to Duke, Duke laughed, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was mocking him: "Do you think you are invincible? Time is indeed a good thing. You forgot how badly you were beaten by the titans 25,000 years ago. In terms of strength, you are looking for death by jumping out like this!"
As he spoke, Duke finally used the long-lost Song of Light and Shadow with his right hand!
The artifact Spiral Sword in his hand emitted a dazzling golden light. Because the one who provided this sacred energy was the genuine Archbishop Alonsus Faol, the golden light of this artifact was even brighter than that of Tirion's Ashbringer.
Duke's smile became even more intense. "Brains are a good thing. I hope you have them. Yes! I don't mean the thing you have now that only has capacity but no substance. I mean the real brain."
After saying that, Duke turned into a huge light that illuminated the entire temple, and slammed heavily into the huge walnut-shaped brain in the air.
At the same time, the powerful coalition forces who were fighting with the tentacles outside were pleasantly surprised to find that Yogg-Saron finally revealed his true form. He was no longer in the space cracks, but had truly come to this world.
You can beat the hell out of him now!