Inside the Floating City, at the core circle.The nine Grand Arcanists were all spitting blood from their mouths, and their spirits were sluggish, just now, they were stunned to resist the backlash of forbidden spells, and fully promoted the construction of the defense system of the Floating City, even as the Grand Arcanist of Nethariel, at this time, they only felt that they were on the verge of life and death.It's just that, looking at the roaring giants outside, the biggest crisis has not yet passed.Dead silence spread here, but it didn't last long.A great arcanist with gray hair and extremely smooth skin looked at the giant in disbelief and said, "Why do orcs have such strong combat power?"
Why did the Divine Fire spread to such an extent?
Why do we fail?
And what is the main thing about this giant?
Deity status?
Star beast larvae?
Or the Titan Progenitor?
”The other Grand Arcanist immediately retorted, "No, it's not true, he wasn't born this way, he borrowed the power of the plane's origins?"
”Another Grand Arcanist shook his head in denial, "But have you ever seen anything that can tame the Plane Origin and use it for your own use?"
In the Great Library of Netheril, there are no less than 108,000 powerful beings recorded in the Handbook of Magical Creatures, and none of them are correct, I am sure of that.So, I think it's something we haven't encountered before. ”Well, the Grand Arcanists of the 'Truth-Seeking' have their mindset risen to the bone marrow, and at this critical moment, they can still discuss academic research in a decent manner.It's just that, after all, there is still a great arcanist with a clear head: "Everyone, it seems that now is not the time to say this, now, we should make a choice?"
The giant is already impatient, and if it drags on, we will have to fight a fierce battle!
”As soon as these words came out, the whole scene was silent again, and all the Grand Arcanists were silent, but looked at the Lord of the Floating City, the Grand Arcanist of Sandriel.At this time, the old archarcanist's face was extremely ugly, and there was unwillingness, anger, and powerlessness in his eyes.He felt the gaze of the Grand Arcanists, a silent pressure, but he had to bear it alone.At this moment, he couldn't even listen to the opinions of the other Grand Arcanists, because no one was willing to take responsibility for the defeat of the colonization, no one dared to overstep his authority and give him advice, he had to make his own decisions.Or, in fact, he has run out of options.He is the lord of the Floating City, and he knows better than anyone else about the means and power that the Floating City possesses, and even the current situation.Gritting his teeth, word by word came out of his mouth, full of unwillingness, but it could only be so.And with his order, perhaps these Grand Arcanists themselves were not aware of it, but they couldn't help but relax."
Let's go!"
…… Sandriel Floating City, retreat!
Yes, just after the Giant issued an ultimatum, they hesitated for a moment, and finally activated it again, the layers of defensive force fields were still firmly guarded, but some of the elemental power had already turned into kinetic energy, driving the Floating City away from here.It flew towards the depths of the astral plane, in the endless void and darkness, and disappeared into the vision of the giants, and also disappeared into the perception of the orc powerhouses in the plane.In the plane, on the battlefield of Fei Leng Emerald, countless orc warriors who looked up finally saw it, and they saw that the nightmare like a nightmare 'dark cloud' suspended above their heads finally dissipated, and they felt unbelievable for a while.It's just that when the first warrior slapped his chest and began to vent wantonly, countless orc warriors woke up like a dream.They laughed, they roared, and they even danced like crazy.They vented their emotions to the fullest, like crazy demons.At this moment, they, the orcs, were victorious!
There were shouts from all directions, some shouting 'freedom', others shouting 'glory', others shouting 'courage', and many more shouting slogans that make their souls tremble.The shouts were at first chaotic and scattered; Gradually, it was neat and exciting, and the voices converged in one place, becoming the eternal famous saying - orcs, never be slaves.The shout began on the battlefield outside the Emerald and spread quickly outward with a gust of wind blowing.Next to the teleportation array, deep underground, in the grasslands and mountains, in the mining villages, in the streets of small towns, in the wilderness ravines......
In all places where there are living beings, and at this moment, all shout!
This sentence, starting from the bear warrior Walter, is his last realization and testimonial before he died in battle; It was carried forward by the savior Richard, and became the determination to inspire the orc warriors to fight; At the moment when the divine fire was ignited, it sounded in the hearts of countless people, awakening their blood bravery.Until this time, it has become the spiritual pillar of this plane and hundreds of millions of living beings.When this sentence 'Orcs, never be slaves!'
’When it rings again, no matter how desperate the situation, no matter how difficult the circumstances, it can arouse the blood and courage of the orcs.When the blood of the beast boils, it never ends.At this moment, in the Plane Origin Sea, the divine fire around Richard actually exploded again against the trend, and countless pure faith powers converged, making this cluster of flames burn extremely vigorously at this moment.However, Richard didn't care, he just raised his head high, looked out of the sky, looked at the floating city in the distance, and danced excitedly.Inside the plane, in the center of the battlefield, Grand Elder Anduin was still holding his battle flag, he looked at the sky, and also looked around, his face was already full of tears.is as cunning as he is, and it is difficult to maintain his emotions at this moment, crying like a child.Of course, there are happy and sad, and those who once stood high above the arcanists, the human nobles, and even the warriors of the Silver Pedestal are all dead.They couldn't believe what they saw, they didn't even want to believe that the Floating City would fail one day, but at this moment, they were stripped of their courage and fighting spirit little by little in that seemingly endless cry.As for Amon, his mood at this time was rarely calm, he also looked at the floating city in the distance, saw the cheers of the orcs, and also felt the joy of the plane's pan-consciousness, which could not move his heart.He just felt very relaxed, one after another saving plane, a long-time ease.It seems that since then, his mentality of playing the nightmare world has changed, he has become serious, he has become focused, and he has become exhausted for the slightest possible salvation and opportunity.Obviously, everything in this nightmare world has nothing to do with him, as long as he completes the necessary obsession, he can stand by and watch, the so-called redemption, the so-called war, the so-called life and death of tens of millions of people, he can actually not care.But every time, he was involved, even taking the lead, and never gave up.Sometimes he thinks that maybe it's because of his personality, he either doesn't do it, or he has to do it to the extreme; He doesn't always want to win, he just doesn't want to lose.Sometimes he also told himself that the nightmare plane was not a dream after all, but real, and everything he saw in the real world was naturally real, and real life, real pain, real despair, naturally had to be taken seriously, and naturally had to do his best, which was nothing.But until this moment, above this firmament, he saw the world with his true body, saw the floating city fleeing in despair, and watched the orcs sing praises, he suddenly understood.What personality makes it happen?
What is true and serious?
That's all bullshit, it's an excuse!
He is unwilling, obsessive, and angry.He is the hope in the midst of despair, the refuge of the weak, the dawn of the rebellious.He is the Lord of Nightmares!
Until this moment, Amon faced up to what he wanted in his heart, and then stood in the void with his true body, and the world in his eyes seemed to be different.He saw the layered world, divided into many levels from top to bottom, the interweaving of seventeen upper planes, the ups and downs of the astral plane and the Chaos Sea, and the shattering and sinking of the lower planes.He saw the truth of the plane, that is, countless star beasts lurking in the world, giving birth to all living beings like whales falling into the world.He saw the tides of the elements, like the ocean that flooded the world, with its ebb and flow, and its turbulent waves.He saw a dense web of weaves, bound to every corner of the plane.It is the web of rules, the laws and rules of all things, which binds the multiverse and ensures its existence.He also saw two rivers, one from the more ancient, going into the unknown, with countless branches, and positive and negative, which is the long river of time and the long river of fate.The other runs through all the planes, branching out countless branches, flowing through countless main material planes, and converging down the abyss and hell into a long river to the underworld.This river is gray and eternal, and countless souls rise and fall in it, drifting with the current.This is the River Styx, the path of the dead!
At this moment, it seemed that the mysteries of the entire multiverse were unfolding in front of Amon's eyes, and he saw a lot of truth, but also too much ugliness.It was the end of the River Styx, and a wall had been erected, and it was not a little high, or how wide it was, but it seemed as if everything at the end had been obscured, and it was never to be seen again.And on such walls, there are countless souls wailing, scolding, begging for mercy, and weeping.They even yearn for extinction rather than existence.It was the souls of the unbelievers, and at this time, they were all nailed to the walls of the unbelievers, tormented.At this moment, Amon felt disgust and anger from the bottom of his heart.It seems that this disgust and anger came from inexplicable, but it was in the bottom of his heart, like a wildfire burning a prairie out of control.It was also at this moment that Amon suddenly realized that what his predecessor, the Lord of Nightmares, had said, what was the so-called task that had to be completed but was not sure?
That is to destroy the wall of the faithless!!
It was a trampling of life, a bullying of the weak, something that the Lord of Nightmares would never allow to exist, something that He must destroy.That's the meaning of the Nightmare Lord's existence, his mission!