Chapter 580 waa...aaagh
At the same time, in the ancient secret courtyard, someone suddenly raised his head from the dead silence of his practice:
"He has once again awakened that forbidden power..."
In the magnificent palace, someone frowned:
"Which bad guy has offended Him again? ...Isn't he one of ours?"
High up in the temple, the gods who were toasting each other suddenly became quiet.
They looked at each other, and a mysterious atmosphere gradually became thicker...
And those creatures intertwined with chaos and killing murmured some indescribable madness:
"Great news! The Elder finally remembered the greenskin army that He had forgotten for so long! My wahhhg faction will finally see the light of day again!"
"Come on guys, for the sake of the elders , let's start a grand waaaaagh in the multiverse!!!"
——This is crazy
Of course, even in the multiverse, not many beings know this information.
The multiverse is simply too vast - and it is not a very rational thing to spend so much effort to spy on the information of a powerful being who possesses the element of time.
More often than not, only those who are already involved in a related fate will be able to get a glimpse of it under the whispers of the night.
Nai didn't know all this. She just calmed down and really read the book in front of her, which was rare.
Those pale words no longer seem to be words.
pattern?
No, apart from the picture on the title page, Nai did not see any pictures in her subsequent reading.
But even those words lying there quietly and stubbornly seemed to carry some kind of blazing power!
It gradually rose to a certain temperature, causing Nai's breathing to become rapid and intense.
It was an excitement, a... wild call for battle and blood!
An invisible force was entangled with Nai.
In the field of energy, it is like a pocket-sized star ring.
Countless planets the size of particles transformed into beams of light and appeared in the star rings.
This is her mother's protection for her offspring, and also the inheritance of the ancient power of the Star Spirits.
Of course, as we all know, the Protoss are not inherently kind beings.
Their power is more often a cold, disordered, and powerful source of power that originates from the sea of stars and the void.
How to present a specific form ultimately depends on the will and means of the user.
The individual chooses the power, and the power chooses the individual.
In the multiverse, the relationship between great powers and individuals is always mutual.
Sometimes it is as inseparable as a couple in love, and sometimes it is as absolutely neutral as a cold procedural screening.
Not everyone can control and dominate those dangerous and forbidden forces at will.
Especially when it is tainted with words like evil and chaos, everything will become even more unpredictable...
But sometimes, there are always some special individuals.
It was as if a complete existence was split invisibly, half of it turned into an independent individual, and the other half turned into a chaotic force.
When it merges with him/her, it's like an indescribable complex reaction.
At some point, the old man in the Taoist temple slowly opened his eyes.
He stared quietly at Nai, who was gradually becoming restless and emitting a bright, shining glow.
Those weak forces are not worth mentioning...
What he was focusing on was a glimmer of silver in the shining star ring...
interesting……
The old man's eyes gradually became deeper, and between the narrow slits that shrank like the vertical pupils of a dragon, a hint of gold gradually emerged...
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Baggara is a green-skinned orc, of course they are not called that name now.
It seems like some kind of spiritual communicator's thing?
Bagara didn't feel much of a cold.
It's an old green one.
It was born in a desolate corner when Arnold's starry sky was still full of lead clouds filled with powerful radiation.
Perhaps because it is a derivative of the radiation species, Baggara has acquired strong radiation resistance.
Or perhaps it is the long-term fight against radiation that has allowed the greenskins to gradually unlock the bloodline talent tree to fight against radiation.
As a result, Bagara was lucky enough to survive the long and brutal "Arnold Reclamation" period.
Bagara didn't have much memory of this. It only remembered that it was indeed an extremely boring and unrememberable period.
Then came the first war with the Burning Legion.
That was the happiest moment for Bagara, and it was also the only grand waaaagh that it participated in!
The sky was burning with dark green flames, and there were many enemies, all of them large and strong.
It’s so addictive!
Looking back now, Bagara still finds it unforgettable.
It’s a pity that it can’t go out and beat people up now.
Only when one is lucky enough will one be assigned a mortal creature who prays to the elders for strength.
Most of them are thin and small, and it’s not very satisfying to beat them...
Most of the time, Bagara was in a state of deep sleep and in a daze.
The permanent transformation of life form should, in theory, enable it and its compatriots to free themselves from the control and influence of physical hormones.
But not all flames will be buried and dim, just like the skin and flesh buried deep under the earth.
Under the pressure of tens of thousands of years, the weak and useless were crushed, melted and rotted.
When the thick soil and rocks were dug up after thousands of years, under the bright sunshine, the deep darkness like the void spoke of some kind of oppression, some kind of danger...
Perhaps it only takes a spark to illuminate the fire from ten thousand years ago, and it will still come as promised...
Baggara heard that some greenskins chose certain orcs or humans as their companions and accompanied them in battle in the form of spirits.
But for an old greenskin who had experienced the grand waaagh, that was just a boring thing like playing house.
A few bodies entangled in a fight, or hundreds of swords, guns, sticks and clubs fighting, or even flames and haze stretching for kilometers...
Those young ones born in the Emerald Dream might be content with this, with that brief, weak wild feedback.
But will that satisfy an old greenskin like Baggara?
No……
In the dark dream, Bagala took a puff of the dry tobacco at the corner of his mouth.
It liked this little gadget brought by one of the humans it had taught before .
Perhaps it was because the smoke rising from Mars made it feel as if it had returned to the battlefield burning with dark green flames...
No one knows how many layers there are in the Emerald Dream .
But there should always be such a dream - its sky is as dark as leaden clouds, and the ground is a withered and desolate brown earth.
Bagara likes to stay in that kind of dream so that he doesn't have to listen to the nagging of those young guys.
And at this moment, Bagara suddenly heard a voice.
It was a childish voice that should belong to a human girl.
She suppressed her voice and tried to call out in a low and intermittent voice:
"Waa..."
"waaaagh."
Bagara responded in an equally low voice, softer than ever before.
How could an old greenskin refuse a waaagh?
Even though it’s long overdue...
