Sias's eyes were bloodshot. He let out an angry roar, and a ball of lightning condensed in his huge hands. A bolt of lightning was thrown out almost instantly. The silver-white flash illuminated the gloomy cave in an instant.
Aiden waved his staff, and a thick green thorn vine suddenly appeared on Sias's charging path, tightly Entangled his feet, while another golden holy light shield completely blocked all the power of the lightning arrow.
Sias roared, trying to break free from the vines that bound his feet, but he didn't succeed. The vines were still growing rapidly, becoming thicker and thicker, and binding him tighter and tighter. The more Sias struggled, the more he couldn't move!
With just a small spell, Sias was completely restrained. Antitok on his shoulder cursed: "Push harder, come on! Use your hands to tear these damn vines apart!"
If a storm giant were placed elsewhere, it might indeed have a powerful deterrent force. Many adult dragons might not be a match for a storm giant, but for Aiden, such an opponent was still too weak.
He charged up with the silver-white Judgment, and the holy flame burning on the sword once again illuminated the deep cave—or rather, Galakrond's stomach.
Seeing the opponent charging up, Antitok hurriedly stood up from the giant's shoulder and waved his scythe-shaped staff, sending out a shadow bolt, but this was destined to be useless. Aiden didn't even use a defensive spell, relying solely on speed to avoid the spell.
Antitok became anxious. The opponent's speed was too fast. He wanted to try using a slowing spell, but Aiden had already charged in front of him—because the two were not too far apart to begin with. By the time he wanted to dodge, the opponent had already unfolded the Wings of Holy Light and pounced from the air.
A bright blue light flashed past, cutting through the air at a perfect angle, and two undead heads, one large and one small, soared into the sky.
The two evil and fallen souls wailed in the holy flame, and were finally completely purified. Even the bodies of Antitok and Sias were burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.
Aiden landed, looking at Blackmore, who had been patiently waiting on the opposite side:
"I guessed you would be here. It seems I guessed right."
Blackmore gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, his eyes somewhat wary.
He had long known from his master that a Forsaken army would come to disrupt Antitok's resurrection of Galakrond, and had even seen the ending before—but that ending shouldn't have been like this!
The ending should have been that by the time Brox charged in, they had already completed it ahead of time. Blackmore charged up to block the powerful death knight for a few seconds, and then Galakrond was resurrected by Antitok, helping them completely crush all the elites of the Forsaken army! That was the ending he saw!
But now, the magic artifact was quietly lying in Aiden's hands.
Aiden chuckled: "You seem a little surprised—is it because the current situation is somewhat different from what your master expected?"
"No, not at all—in fact, even what you are saying now is within his expectations!" Blackmore retorted, "I came here just to prove this point."
"Oh, I see—then, has he told you what I'm going to say next?" Aiden put the magic artifact away and prepared to fight again.
How could Blackmore not feel the fighting spirit emanating from his opponent? He replied in a deep voice: "He saw everything, and your plan will not become a reality!"
He secretly created a portal behind him, preparing to teleport away.
Aiden was not prepared to let the opponent leave so safely. His control over time was now vastly different from what it used to be, so how could he not have noticed Blackmore's little tricks? Just as the opponent thought he could summon the portal immediately, Aiden gently raised his staff and uttered a word:
"Nullify!"
A gray ripple spread out. At this time, Blackmore had already opened the portal, and even half of his body had stepped into it. But when this gray ripple spread over, he seemed to have been hit hard. Realizing what had happened, his eyes revealed horror for the first time.
Blackmore quickly retracted his body, but it was still a little late.
A large amount of blood suddenly spurted out from his left arm, and the intense pain made his expression extremely distorted.
Aiden sneered. What he released was not a damaging spell, but this spell was effective against enemies who wanted to use a portal to leave.
Most of Blackmore's palm had disappeared out of thin air, landing at the point in time and space where he wanted to teleport to, but he himself was still here. When the portal went out of control, this part completely left his body.
This clever little spell was enough to greatly reduce Blackmore's combat power!
More importantly, when he could not use the portal to escape, it meant that in this closed environment, he had no hope of survival!
Because there was a Aiden who was stronger than him blocking him, and the Forsaken army outside was also rapidly collapsing the defenses of the Scourge undead. He had no way to escape!
Aiden stepped forward step by step, while Blackmore retreated step by step, but there was no road behind him at all. After a few steps, he leaned against the wall.
"You seem a little desperate," Aiden said in a relaxed tone, stating the obvious.
Yes, anyone would be desperate in this situation.
"Is this scene within your master's expectations?" Aiden continued to use this question to break down the opponent's psychological defenses step by step.
Of course, this was not within the Eternal Dragon's expectations.
After Aiden saw the truth of the timeline, he already understood that the future was not destined. It was just that the underlying settings of the Warcraft world, in order to achieve a similar purpose, would specifically generate some futures required by existing causes and effects based on the current script.
This could be changed, if he was strong enough!
And all the futures in this world were changing, because this was a free script, a script generated by Aiden's arrival. Regardless of whether it was the Old Gods or the Eternal Dragons, all the timelines they could detect, except for this one, did not contain the past and future of Aiden's timeline. Therefore, they could not deduce what would happen in the future of this timeline based on the existing results.
Even if the Old Gods' mental power could cover the entire world and monitor everyone's actions and words, Aiden still avoided their detection when using Soul Walk!
They did not discover Aiden's arrival—they only saw the arrival of the Forsaken army led by Brox. Therefore, based on the current small-scale battle, the most likely result they deduced was—when Brox charged in, Blackmore and others had already succeeded!
But when a hidden but extremely important weight was added to the enemy's balance, the balance tilted unknowingly.
Aiden's arrival instantly changed the outcome.
"No, it's not like this, it's not!" Blackmore shouted loudly. He held "The Butcher" in one hand, adopting a defensive posture. This sword had once killed countless powerful enemies, including Orgrim Doomhammer, Anduin Lothar, Uther the Lightbringer, and so on!
Blackmore was already familiar with its weight. Even with one hand, he could usually wield it freely!
But now, under the control of fear, he only felt that this sword weighed a thousand pounds!
"Not like what?" Aiden stepped forward with the silver-white Judgment. The opponent's words could either deny what Aiden said, or doubt his master, but he could already judge from the opponent's expression that the Eternal Dragon must have miscalculated!
"In this world, there is no destined future." He once again confirmed this judgment.
The holy flame ignited on the silver-white Judgment in Aiden's hand, and he said loudly: "Blackmore, this is your destiny—today, now, at this very moment, be buried here!"
Blackmore was unwilling to die like this. He struggled to raise his arm, and under the control of the desire to survive, he wielded the Butcher with one hand, blocking this sword.
"Clang!"
The two weapons clashed, emitting a crisp metallic clang. If it were a normal situation, Aiden would definitely be the weaker party in this pure strength contest, but now the silver-white Judgment suppressed the Butcher, and the splashing holy flame turned into countless sparks, staining the opponent's body.
"Ah—" Blackmore fell backward in a sorry state, slamming hard against the cold, solid wall behind him. Even his black plate armor couldn't completely negate the immense force; he felt as if his internal organs had shifted. The holy flames of those flying swords pierced through his armor and skin, directly scorching his soul!
It was even more painful than being subjected to slow slicing!
Aiden casually pointed, and countless vines suddenly sprouted from beneath and behind Blackmore, binding him tightly. If his hands were intact, he could still struggle, but now his left hand was broken, and his right hand, along with the sword, were all firmly tied by the vines. This was no mere vine; empowered by natural magic, it was as strong as steel cable!
Moreover, steel cable wouldn't grow thicker, but these vines kept growing. Blackmore struggled twice before completely abandoning this meaningless action.
He had already resigned himself to his fate.
In this situation, his death was inevitable!
Aiden raised his sword, aiming it at the other's throat, but didn't immediately thrust it in.
Faced with the threat of death, Blackmore was both terrified and enraged. He shouted almost to the point of mental collapse, "Do it, kill me now!"
"You will soon have your wish." Aiden looked at him, but his true gaze was directed at those figures behind Blackmore.
"I have already seen the truth of the world. I will no longer be confused by the past and the future, nor bound by entangled karma. Your first conspiracy has failed, and more conspiracies will fail afterward. I know you, I understand your behavior patterns and goals. You will not win this war!"
"The Old Gods, the Eternal Dragonflight, these are your first sacrifices, but not the last!" Aiden declared. He knew that these words must have been heard by the target he was declaring war on. Then, the silver-white Judgment pierced into Blackmore's throat.
Just then, an abnormal arcane energy fluctuation suddenly appeared behind Blackmore. He immediately revealed a strong desire to survive, even frantically twisting his body, trying to break free from the restraints.
Aiden frowned. He had long anticipated someone appearing to rescue Blackmore, so when the anomaly occurred, he immediately activated time magic, completely killing the target it wanted to rescue before the spell could fully form its power.
"Heh—heh—" A large amount of bloody froth gushed from Blackmore's mouth. He wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.
The magic of time gradually dissipated, and Aiden could already determine the effect of the spell that wanted to cause trouble—it was a teleportation spell!
Wanting to salvage the situation?
Aiden immediately guessed the other party's purpose.
A teleportation gate was forming.
The holy flame burning on the silver-white Judgment completely ignited Blackmore. As the teleportation gate arched open, a thick arm stretched out from the gate, grabbing Blackmore to drag him in. However, what it grabbed was not only thorny vines but also soul-scorching holy flames and a completely dead corpse.
"One wrong step leads to many more." Aiden was very satisfied with the result.
Presumably, Blackmore's corpse would give this rescue attempt a little surprise—he could tell from the hand that had just reached out that it was an ogre's arm.
The identity of the other party was naturally obvious—it must be the leader of the Twilight's Hammer, the two-headed ogre mage, Cho'gall!
Broxigar rushed in at this moment, somewhat surprised to see Aiden's image. Even he didn't know the commander had come here.
Aiden nodded to the death knight, placed a teleport beacon, and ordered Broxigar: "Guard this place and wait for Kel'Thuzad to arrive."
"As you command, Highlord!" Broxigar obeyed.
Aiden instantly transformed from solid to ethereal, disappearing from here.
Soon after, Kel'Thuzad teleported directly from the Dragonblight. He floated in the cave for a while, finally nodding in satisfaction.
"Not bad, a powerful soul!" He opened the Book of the Damned, wrote Galakrond's name on it, and then began a ritual.
The Progenitor of Dragons originally thought that after the artifact in his body was taken away, he could be resurrected with the help of the lich, but this lich was not here to do that—he was here to collect Galakrond's soul!
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The Twilight's Hammer built its headquarters in the Twilight Highlands, tens of thousands of miles away from Northrend. Cho'gall named this place "Grim Batol," a super fortress hidden in a remote place but more magnificent and solid than most buildings in the world.
Just as Blackmore was trapped, "The Master of Twilight" Cho'gall immediately received a message from his master. The Old God gave an accurate coordinate, ordering him to immediately cast a spell to rescue Blackmore.
Cho'gall dared not delay. He immediately cast a spell, summoning a purple teleportation gate. With the blessing of C'Thun's great power, the other end of this teleportation gate connected to the Tomb of Galakrond, tens of thousands of miles away, appearing precisely behind Blackmore.
Just as Cho'gall's teleportation gate was about to be completed, he felt a moment of interference, but it quickly recovered. He immediately reached in, preparing to "grab" Blackmore over.
He wasn't worried that Blackmore's enemies would dare to follow the teleportation gate. This was the Twilight's Hammer's base camp; any enemy who entered would never leave intact!
But he seemed to have grabbed a ball of fiercely burning thorny vines… Intense, soul-scorching pain traveled along his arm to his brain, and both of his heads let out painful wails. But thinking of his master's orders, he dared not let go, enduring the pain to drag that thing over.
"Thump!"
A lump of something fell to the ground.
"It hurts! (It hurts so much!)" Both of Cho'gall's mouths uttered the same sentiment.
"It's all because of you! (I'm going to slap you twice!)" Both of Cho'gall's heads simultaneously blamed Blackmore, but when he cast his gaze on this hateful fellow they had rescued with such pain, he found that he was burning fiercely.
"Dead? (Dead!)" The two heads uttered the same sound with rare unanimity.
He had worked so hard to rescue, only to get a corpse?
"It doesn't matter, the master can resurrect him (I'll make him pay for the loss when the time comes)!" Cho'gall comforted himself. His left hand was burnt, and the injuries left by the holy flame would not recover so easily.
For the Old Gods, as long as the soul still existed, resurrecting a person was too easy!
But just as he was preparing to collect this pathetic soul, Blackmore's corpse suddenly exploded, and intense holy light burst out from the blue flames, engulfing everything around it.
As for Blackmore's soul? It had already been completely purified by the blue holy flame even before it was teleported over! Even the black plate armor on his body shattered into countless pieces. Only the greatsword, Gorehowl, which had flown out of the thorny vines, remained intact.
"Ah, pain! (My eyes!)"
Cho'gall experienced even greater pain than just grabbing the holy flame. The exploding holy light blasted him away, and he couldn't even cast a defensive spell to slightly offset some of the explosion's power. Then, the burning greatsword Gorehowl shot over, piercing right into Cho'gall's right thigh. The two-headed ogre mage opened both of his large mouths, letting out a heart-rending wail.
Cho'gall was pushed out by the explosive force, slamming hard into the wall and then collapsing to the ground. He immediately rolled over, screaming in agony.
Because all of his injuries were on the front. The burning thorns flew out like shrapnel in the explosion, leaving countless wounds on his body, and the impact of the holy light energy itself caused him extremely serious injuries. If the explosion had been a bit more powerful, Cho'gall would have been blown to death on the spot without even seeing who the enemy was.
But his current situation was not optimistic either. One of his eyes was blind—if it was the eye on the right head, it would be bearable, because his right head had two eyes.
But the one that went blind happened to be from the left head—the one with only one eye.