Volume 10: Doomsday Storm Chapter 600: Uninvited Guests in Stormwind City
Tanaris Desert -
The thick and high walls of Ahn'Qiraj stand tall, completely isolating the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, a Titan relic buried deep underground, from the outside world. A powerful magic barrier blocks this ancient city occupied by insect men.
Under the watchful eyes of the night elf sentinels, this place has remained silent and peaceful for thousands of years.
Ancient gods lie buried deep underground, hatching conspiracies and evil plans.
However, today, this peace is destined to be broken.
Murphy stood on the desolate sand of Tanaris, looking at the towering Gate of Ahn'Qiraj, the strange-style Ahn'Qiraj obelisk and the ruined temple in front of him, and curled up the corners of his mouth slightly. It was really a familiar landscape.
The scene of killing C'Thun together with the Great Emperor is still vivid in my mind. Now that I think about it, it was from that time that Ner'zhul started collecting the essence of the Old Gods, and was eventually taken away by the Will of the Void.
Murphy certainly didn't come here to reminisce about the past. His purpose here was to gather the power .
Of the five ancient gods, except for the dismembered Xal'atath, the remaining four all fit Murphy's goal - to seize the authority related to the Void Shadow.
However, the one he is most familiar with is naturally C'Thun. After all, he has been here once, and after the war, Murphy also went deep into the palaces and mazes under Ahn'Qiraj and is very familiar with the terrain here.
In that case, let's just start with C'Thun.
Murphy's figure flashed, and he disappeared into the ground, passing through the wall of Ahn'Qiraj.
The power of the earth allows him to hide underground. No matter whether it is the towering wall of Ahn'Qiraj or the underground maze of Ahn'Qiraj insects, they may be difficult and insurmountable obstacles for others, but for Murphy, it is like coming and going freely in his own back garden.
In a short while, he had reached deep underground, into the prison where C'Thun was sealed.
He walked through the ancient stone gate, entered the dark corridor tunnel, stepped into the final gate, and looked directly at the huge flesh and blood body of the Ancient God.
C'Thun's flesh-mountain-like body lay in the darkness, wriggling and twisting, his huge eyeballs emitting a faint, void purple light in the darkness.
Countless tentacles surrounded the fleshy body. Some of these tentacles were covered with barbed flesh like thorns, some had gaping mouths on the top, and some had eyeballs on the top, staring at everyone with blinking eyes.
This nightmarish scene seemed so familiar to Murphy.
The C'Thun I fought back then seemed to be just a shell, but now I can finally have a good fight with the real body.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Ke, I came to see you. How are you? Are you surprised?"
Murphy said this to himself, with his hands in his pockets, looking at the huge monster in front of him.
As if feeling threatened, C'Thun's huge eyeball trembled violently, a strange purple light flickered in it, and countless tentacles swept towards Murphy...
Murphy looked at the dense tentacles attacking him without any intention of dodging. He raised his hand - Dragon Thunder!
The roar of thunder rang out like a deafening sound, and the dazzling red lightning and the purple light of the void complemented each other...
Ten minutes later——
boom!
Amidst the violent explosion, C'Thun's giant eyeball was directly blown up by the red dragon thunder, exploding from the inside. Pieces of flesh flew everywhere, and a rain of blood and flesh fell in the dark underground prison.
Murphy looked at the huge body in front of him that was blown into pieces, and stretched his body with great satisfaction.
The exhilarating battle made him feel refreshed.
I have to say that the combat effectiveness of the Ancient Gods is still very strong. Although their strength is weakened due to being sealed , their blood volume is really thick and they are very resistant to attacks.
It let Murphy go full throttle, which was really cool.
Since becoming a god, due to his great strength, he has rarely had the opportunity to fight to his heart's content.
But now it's all over.
Murphy looked at C'Thun's broken body with some regret. Due to its overly strong vitality, the body still remained active and twitching, but it no longer posed a threat.
Reach out - power deprivation!
The power of shadow was madly absorbed from the flesh and blood body, turning into a black hole-like sphere and sinking into Murphy's body.
Shadow Power - Forged.
Murphy checked and found that it was just a medium-level authority, which was even weaker than Archimonde. However, it was understandable. One was a version BOSS in its prime, and the other was a weak body that had been sealed for thousands of years. Under normal circumstances, the Ancient God should be stronger than Archimonde.
But it's okay.
Murphy did not plan to continue collecting the shadow powers of the other three Old Gods. Firstly, there was no need. Secondly, he was not familiar with the places where the remaining three were. Yogg-Saron was sealed in the Temple of Ulduar, where there were guardians arranged by the Titans guarding it. If he wanted to seize it, he had to fight the guardians first, which would easily alert the Titans.
He was not sure where Az'arj was buried, or N'Zoth? It might be in the deep sea, which was also not easy to find.
C'Thun is still the easiest.
Anyway, as long as I have the authority of shadow, there is no need to spend all that effort for the time being.
The authority of shadow is easy to deal with, but the authority of holy light is a bit difficult to obtain.
There are a large number of god-level beings in the Void camp, including five ancient gods alone.
In contrast, although the Holy Light camp occupies a very important dominant position in the game, except for a group of Naaru, there seems to be no particularly strong god-level warriors with a strong presence.
The God of Light only exists in the background. In the original story, the God of Light does not even exist.
I don’t know where to find it.
As for demigods, I have absolutely no idea what they are.
Murphy was a little troubled, but just because he didn't understand it didn't mean that others didn't understand it either. He just needed to find someone who had the knowledge in this area.
At this time, the dense footsteps of Ahn'Qiraj insects were heard outside the underground palace. Murphy did not wait any longer and teleported him out using a teleportation spell.
An hour later, Murphy appeared on the bustling streets of Stormwind City.
Since there is no player intervention in this time and space, the history of all developments is exactly the same as the history of the original World of Warcraft.
Now is the time when the Scourge is wreaking havoc. The Kingdom of Lordaeron has been occupied by the Undead and turned into a kingdom of the dead. Arthas personally destroyed the kingdom he once protected. This is similar to the timeline of the game. One was destroyed by the Undead Scourge, and the other was destroyed by the Void Dark Realm. It seems that Lordaeron cannot escape the disaster.
In the far south, the Kingdom of Stormwind is gradually recovering from the trauma of the Orc War.
The magnificent Stormwind City was rebuilt under the leadership of VanCleef, leader of the Stonemasons Guild. However, the stonemasons failed to get the due compensation due to the corruption of the nobles. Eventually, they were forced to take risks and transformed into the Defias Brotherhood, becoming the enemy of Stormwind City.
Looking at the bounty notice on the bulletin board and Van Cleef's slightly cold and fierce face, Murphy couldn't help but sigh. Although his goal was to liberate the world that was about to be destroyed by game players, it had to be said that in a world without players, things were not really that good.
It would be nice if we could have both, retaining the player's ability to change history while eliminating the player's potential instinct to destroy the world...
Murphy thought about it, but his eyes passed the bulletin board and looked at the towering spire in the distance.
That is the top of the tower of Stormwind Cathedral. The person Murphy is looking for should be there.
Passing through the crowded trade area and across the stone bridge over the canal, Murphy entered the square of the church area. It was extremely quiet and peaceful here. The solemn hymns coming from the church made everything seem so solemn and sacred.
Murphy was in a very relaxed mood. He had been here before, no, the cathedral he had been to had long been destroyed in the war... but he still felt like he was revisiting an old place.
Different planes and different historical developments gave him a wonderful feeling of wandering through history.
When Murphy walked to the door of the cathedral, the morning prayer had just ended and the monks were walking out of the church in twos and threes.
He walked through the crowd and into the church as if no one was around. Several monks glanced at him, and a paladin walked up to him and looked at him warily.
"Noontime prayers are over."
"I am not here to pray. I am here to see your archbishop."
"Who are you?"
"An old friend."
The monk's face changed slightly, and at this time a majestic voice came from behind him.
"I'm sorry, I don't seem to know you, sir. Although I'm old, I'm not senile. Please tell me why you're here, sir."
Murphy looked up and couldn't help but laugh, it turned out to be him.
"Benedictus, haha, I didn't expect you to come to Stormwind City and become the archbishop."
Benedictus from another time and space has already defected to the Void. From this point, it is not difficult to see that his heart is not as firm as he seems on the surface.
"I want to know something about Holy Light. Can you give me an answer?"
Benedictus was displeased by Murphy's tone. He didn't even use a honorific title. He really didn't know what was good for him.
"I'm afraid I don't have the time for that. Please leave, Tucker, and send this gentleman away."
Just as the Paladin was about to step forward to stop him, Murphy snapped his fingers lightly, and the Paladin's movements suddenly froze in mid-air.
Everything around froze, the monks walking outside, the choir singing, and even the church bells stopped.
There was silence all around, and the whole world came to a standstill without a sound.
"Do you have time now, Archbishop?"
Benedictus looked at the young man in front of him with doubt and surprise. He looked elegant yet had an unfathomable demeanor.
A noble? A prince? Or perhaps a powerful wizard?
This ability to stop time shocked and terrified Benedictus.
"Of course, may I ask who you are?"
"I am just a traveler. For a great mission, I must learn about the Holy Light."
"Then please ask."
"First question, are there any gods in the Holy Light camp?"
"There is no god in Holy Light. Holy Light is an idea, a belief, and a yearning for beautiful things. There is no god, only the piety of believers."
"Who do you pray to then?"
"We pray to the Holy Light itself. It fills the world and is everywhere. As long as you have goodwill, justice, courage, honor and other positive emotions in your heart, the Holy Light will respond to your prayers and bless you."
"Is there any supernatural life in the Holy Light Realm? Extraordinary beings that are different from mortals."
Benedictus showed a look of reminiscence. "I once saw a vision while praying. In the boundless darkness, there was a life emitting holy light that responded to my prayers and answered my confusion. I don't know what it was, but it was undoubtedly something sacred..."
Sacred things... maybe it's the Void Lord in disguise.
"What did that thing tell you? Did it tell you what it was?"
"That holy being called himself the Naaru, the servant of the Light."
Naru, that's useless.
The fighting power of the Naaru cannot be compared with that of the ancient god, the Lord of the Void, and it is impossible for them to have the power of authority.
"Naaru? Unfortunately, that's not what I'm looking for. What I'm looking for is a being that holds the authority of holy light, a god or demigod that possesses the power of holy light. Do you know anything about this kind of thing?"
Benedictus shook his head. "I've never heard of anything like this... Who are you?" He couldn't help but ask again.
"That's not important. If you don't know, forget it. Just pretend I was never here. It will be good for you."
Murphy patted Benedictus on the shoulder and walked out of the church.
With a light snap of his fingers, everything around him resumed functioning again.
The singing, the conversation of the monks , and the church bells all rang out again.
Murphy was a little disappointed. It could be said that he gained nothing.
But he did not give up. He turned around and walked towards Stormwind Fortress again.
Since the believers of Holy Light have no information, let's try the official intelligence network of Storm Kingdom.
Soon Murphy arrived in front of the magnificent Stormwind Fortress. When he reached the door, the guards immediately stopped him.
"Stop citizen, this is the royal palace, not a place where commoners can come and go as they please."
The guard looked at Murphy warily.
"I'm going to King Varian. Tell him that an old friend of mine is here to see him."
Of course Murphy didn't know Varian in this time and space, but he naturally had a way to make Varian submit.
The two guards looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces.
A soldier asked suspiciously, "Don't you know that the king is missing!"
The king is missing? Murphy was stunned. He recalled and quickly remembered this part of the story.
In order to seize control of Stormwind City, the black dragon princess Onyxia used soul-splitting to split Varian into two. The cowardly Varian was locked up by her and prepared to be used as a puppet, while the brave Varian was captured by the naga who appeared unexpectedly and sent to a deserted island.
Later, he went to Kalimdor to become a gladiator and had a series of adventures. Finally, with the help of his partners, he regained his memory, exposed Onyxia's conspiracy, and defeated the evil black dragon princess.
But that's all in the future. That cowardly clone hasn't appeared yet, which means Varian should have just disappeared.
I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence, but it doesn't matter. The rulers of Stormwind now should be Duke Bolvar and Onyxia disguised as the human Countess Katrana.
"Then go and inform Countess Katrina for me, and tell her that her master has found her."
Five minutes later, Murphy saw an angry Onyxia in the living room.
"How dare you, you arrogant, ignorant fellow, to call yourself my master. Do you know that I am..."
"I know who you are, Onyxia. Put away your spoiled temper if you want to live." Murphy said casually.
As he spoke, Murphy's dragon god majesty was instantly released. The powerful aura shocked Onyxia so much that she was speechless. The powerful pressure that came towards her made her tremble all over, and she had no will to resist at all.
Even her father, Deathwing, did not have such a terrifying aura.
"You, who are you?"
"This is not important." Murphy's pupils instantly turned into dark golden vertical pupils. The deep gaze made Onyxia lower her head subconsciously. The dragon instinct made her immediately realize that the person in front of her was the superior among the dragons.
This kind of sensing of dragon power is very common among dragons. Oftentimes, two dragons can tell each other's strength and status just by looking at each other.
The mysterious man in front of him was undoubtedly an unprecedented superior among the dragon clan, and might even be more terrifying than his father.
Even those dragon kings were far from being so domineering.
"Greetings, sir. What may I do for you?" Onyxia instantly became obedient. It is the nature of the black dragon clan to fear the strong.
"Collect some intelligence for me. If you do a good job, I don't mind giving you a small reward. Otherwise - haha, you don't want to know what will happen."
"Collect all the information about Holy Light. Have there ever been a very powerful controller of Holy Light on this continent? No matter if it's a god, a supernatural being, or a mortal, any relevant information will do. You have 24 hours to do this. I'll be in your room waiting for the results."
"Yes, sir. I'll send someone to do it right away."
Onyxia lowered her head and slowly walked out of the living room.
As soon as he went out, he immediately became bossy and said to the guard, "Let Xiao Er come to see me."
Shaw is the head of Stormwind's Intelligence Division 7. He used to be directly responsible to the king, but now he nominally obeys the command of Duke Bolvar and Countess Katrana.
"Give me all the information about the Holy Light immediately..." Onyxia repeated her request.
Shaw had a blank look on his face. Ever since King Varian disappeared, Stormwind had been controlled by Duke Bolvar and Countess Katrana.
Faced with this order, he could only nod and accept it...
But he couldn't help but feel curious. Why did the Countess suddenly become interested in the information about Holy Light?
…
"Well done." Murphy said casually as he looked at the thick stack of intelligence in his hand.
Onyxia - or rather, Countess Katrana, stood obediently aside.
Murphy flipped through the pages one by one.
Most of them are of no value, but this one is quite interesting.
The intelligence mentioned that a few months ago, the Scourge army swept across the western border of Lordaeron, which is now called the Western Plaguelands. However, when the army marched to a chapel in the wilderness, it stopped. The death knight leading the army tried to destroy the small chapel, but for unknown reasons he was killed directly.
Later, Arthas personally led the Undead Army to attack the chapel. No one knew what happened exactly, but the final result was that the Undead Army suffered heavy casualties. Arthas retreated in a panic and immediately stopped his expansion westward. The Undead Army stopped in front of a small chapel.
This chapel originally had no name, but after this incident, some paladins who survived the disaster rushed there. They named the chapel Light's Hope Chapel, believing that it was the last hope of holy light.
Regarding the miracle that took place in the chapel, the surviving paladins claimed that the remains of the warriors who fought for Lordaeron were buried underground in the chapel, so the chapel was protected by the heroic spirits.
The remaining local residents believed it firmly and gathered around the chapel, regarding it as their last refuge.
Murphy couldn't help but laugh when he saw this. Only ignorant farmers would believe such things. Arthas was not even afraid of the living paladins, so he killed a bunch of them. How could he be afraid of the corpses of a group of defeated soldiers he had killed?
There must be something special about that chapel.
