Before Dimensius left Shirethe, he had attempted to summon five Old Gods to turn the tide of the battle in one fell swoop, but Aiden severed the energy supply with the Eye of Sargeras, causing these Old Gods to be stranded in the Twisting Nether outside Shirethe.
They had all reached the threshold, only to find they couldn't cross it.
Having suffered a silent loss, Dimensius left Shirethe at that time to wreak havoc on Azeroth. The five Old Gods were immediately left unattended in the Twisting Nether.
However, the wait of a dozen days was worth it. When Golganneth repaired Shirethe, the imaginary energy of the summoning entered Shirethe from the place where they were gathered.
The five Old Gods greedily absorbed this energy, which increased their strength many times over and also found the way to truly enter Shirethe.
Now is the moment for them to descend.
Before descending, they discovered that a great battle was taking place in the Land of Exile. To the Old Gods, both Titans and demons were their mortal enemies. So they joined forces and descended here, preparing to take advantage of this opportunity to completely eliminate these enemies.
The purpose of the Old Gods' existence is to destroy. All living things on the earth are their enemies, so they have no scruples.
The Burning Legion and the Pantheon would be somewhat restrained because of Aiden's strength, but the Old Gods would not give him any face.
An Old God burning with black flames descended on Mount Khadar. Within a dozen seconds of its landing, the Khadar Fortress had been reduced to ashes. If the guardians of Shirethe hadn't evacuated in advance, even if all the demigods and legendary heroes joined forces, they would only have extended the time for this Old God to destroy the Khadar Fortress by a few seconds.
The power of mortals is simply insignificant in the face of these Old Gods who have absorbed imaginary energy. No matter what kind of determination they hold, they cannot stop the arrival of true disaster.
People just want to escape this world, in whatever way possible. Teleportation arrays to other worlds have become the best choice. People flock here, but this path is also impassable. All the mages in Shirethe deeply feel that their magic power is boiling. At this time, they are completely unable to calm their emotions, and even casting the simplest spell is as difficult as climbing to the sky, let alone maintaining the teleportation array?
What is causing the magic power of the casters to boil is one of the five descending Old Gods, and that is its specialty.
Khadgar is near the teleportation array; he didn't leave. Fortunately, he sent away all the reinforcements from Azeroth and the Eternal Kingdom, including Alleria and her son. Only he is still here.
Because this is his destiny.
He is not sure if he takes the teleportation array first, it will cause the Old Gods to descend in advance. That is very likely to happen, for whatever reason, he does not want his destiny to drag down the innocent. So he did not try to escape Shirethe.
High Priest Zakhary also here. Khadgar found this earth spirit elder and said, "I'm going to destroy this teleportation array. High Priest, do you have any suggestions?"
"Then go ahead and do it. I'm very sorry that we have burdened you with the affairs of our world, young mage," Zakhary gave a wry smile.
This earth spirit elder has eyes that can see through everything. Of course, he can see that Khadgar's actual age does not match his aging appearance, and he also knows Khadgar's past.
Without a doubt, Khadgar is a hero worthy of everyone's respect.
"No, there is no burden or being burdened. More than twenty years ago, I knew this day would come," Khadgar smiled indifferently. "I was once distraught and even cynical because of this, but when I realized that every day since I left that tower has been a precious gift from God, what reason do I have to complain?"
His eyes shone with amazing brilliance, "There is nothing in fate that I should fight against, because every moment of my life has beautiful things worth commemorating."
"You have a heart of gold, Khadgar," Zakhary's eyes were full of smile lines, and his expression was full of relief, "It will be my honor to fight alongside you."
"It is my honor even more," Khadgar's lips curled up.
He turned to the teleportation array. Everyone else knew what he was going to do, and rational people also knew the reason why he did so.
The war brought by the Old Gods is almost certain to lead to the destruction of Shirethe. If they do not destroy the teleportation array, then these powerful Old Gods are likely to invade other worlds through the teleportation array—it connects to the Eternal Kingdom and Azeroth, both of which have provided selfless help to Shirethe. No one with a conscience would allow their disaster to spread to their allies.
So the teleportation array must be destroyed.
The other mages have boiling magic power, and their combat power is not even as good as ordinary human soldiers. In theory, Khadgar should also be powerless, but he doesn't—Khadgar knows very well how to control the impact of boiling magic power on spellcasting.
He studied under Medivh, who was once possessed by Sargeras, and was also the most talented mage apprentice in the Violet Citadel of Dalaran. Later, he was taught by the Naaru, and in recent years, he has been learning and communicating with the top casters of Azeroth, Valoran, and Draenor.
Khadgar knows and can use at least three ways to solve "boiling magic power".
He walked to the teleportation array, stretched out his staff and tapped the rune-covered magic circle gently, and powerful arcane energy surged out from the bottom of the staff. The stone magic circle kept making "crackling" sounds, and in a blink of an eye, it was covered with cracks, and then it turned into fragments of various sizes, which were swept away in a gust of wind.
When the gust of wind stopped, there was no longer any teleportation array in place.
"Next, prepare to fight," Zakhary said to the other guardians.
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The Burning Legion and the Pantheon are the main targets of the Old Gods.
After Golganneth and Kil'jaeden tacitly ceased fighting, they each encountered their own opponents, as did Aggramar—but his "treatment" was even better than the former two, because two Old Gods were besieging him together. Even though he had the Flame Ripper, such a powerful artifact, he could not gain an advantage when facing two opponents whose strength was no less than his. If it weren't for the power of the artifact, he might have been beaten to death long ago.
The other ten ordinary Titans were besieging the last Old God. Although it was nominally a "siege", in reality, they were being suppressed and beaten.
Golganneth used his artifact horn, but he could only fight his opponent to a draw, while the minions of the Old Gods gained an overwhelming advantage.
Golganneth roared again and again. He wanted to change the unfavorable situation, but he was not as strong as others, so what could he do?
He looked up at the red sun setting in the sky, which was the sun god Ya'er after being transformed by his power.
This is also an Old God, but it has been transformed and seems to be very obedient. If Golganneth issued an order, Ya'er would most likely obey and use his power to help him.
But Ya'er is, after all, an Old God, and there is no possibility of being completely tamed. If it defected at the last minute, it would only cause greater losses to the Pantheon.
Golganneth gritted his teeth and gave up the idea of ordering Ya'er to assist.
But his opponent would not ignore Ya'er's existence.
One of the Old Gods fighting fiercely with Aggramar had already noticed Ya'er in the sky.
This is a giant serpent-shaped Old God, good at mental power. From the time the Old Gods descended to the present, the mental barrier covering the entire Shirethe is released by it.
Ya'er is their kind. How can an Old God stand idly by on this important occasion of the twilight?
It sent a thought to Ya'er: "Join us in destroying these Titans and demons!"
"No!" This Old God surprisingly received a negative answer from Ya'er. This sun god responded very firmly, "I am the sun god Ya'er, and I speak for the Pantheon!"
"Are you stupid? You are an Old God!" The giant serpent cursed.
Although it did not receive an order, the provoked Ya'er immediately launched a counterattack according to its instinct, not with words, but with a powerful red ray.
Although the giant serpent did not expect Ya'er to attack it, what if it was hit? The giant serpent's power is many times greater than Ya'er's. Even if it gave up defense, relying on its powerful body could offset most of the damage from the red ray.
However, Ya'er's attack successfully angered the giant serpent. It immediately launched a counterattack and slammed its tail heavily on Ya'er, knocking the sun god almost out of the sky.
"Brainwashed little guy, how dare you attack me, let me wake you up!" The giant serpent launched a powerful mental shock, like a ten-thousand-ton hammer, slamming **** on Ya'er's head.
"Ah—pain, my head hurts!"
"I, I... I am the great sun god—huh? The Pantheon? Isn't that my enemy?"
Ya'er issued a doubtful voice in a chaotic mind.
Golganneth brainwashed it when he transformed it, so that it had some things in its mind that it should not have. Now, the giant serpent's mental attack has collapsed the defense mechanism established by the Titans in a very overbearing way, and forcibly stuffed all kinds of information into Ya'er's mind.
At this time, the instinct of the Old Gods once again took the upper hand, and Ya'er quickly recovered. It knew what it should do as an Old God.
The Land of Exile does not need it very much, because the other five Old Gods who descended from the sky are enough to solve everything.
"Then go destroy those mortals," with this thought, Ya'er launched an attack on the mortals outside the Land of Exile.
Countless winged firebirds fell from the sky. These "Flame Holders" were once Ya'er's servants—the main components of the Purple Flame Legion. Now they are releasing flames in the sky, trying to burn the earth and destroy all living things.
The members of the Shirethe Allied Forces all looked solemn, and at this time they knew what they should do.