foreigner's journey

Chapter 1690 Gods and Gods

On the big screen, Ah-Qiang is driving the Tree King and wreaking havoc.

As if it were karma, Brutalus had previously destroyed Ah Qiang's mecha "Solar Radiance" in just a few moves, but now the tables have turned. Tree King's fist, which is comparable to the Evil Iron Cannon, smashed all of Brutalus's sharp teeth, and the Evil Iron weapons at his elbows were also crushed by Tree King's big feet.

That thick, powerful tail, which could have taken the lives of dozens of blood elf warriors with a single sweep, was now being grabbed by the Tree-Moving King and swung wildly through the air, causing the earth to shake violently.

This scene is just like the neighbor's auntie beating her own mangy dog ​​with a broom.

It's not fair to blame Brutallus for making a fool of himself, after all, he was facing the 'World Tree of Life' created by Nirvana using the Force of Life, since all the materials used came from Azeroth. In a sense, this thing could really be considered a planetary weapon of Azeroth.

Seeing the Tree-Moving King draw the giant tree-branch sword from his palm and charge towards Brutallus with the cry "One slash in two, the Ruyi Divine Sword!", Heather knew there was no need to watch any longer.

Time to get down to business.

Heather rose from her throne, snapped her fingers, and a portal immediately opened in front of her.

As Heather stepped through the portal, the surrounding scenery abruptly changed from a magnificent golden palace to a dark but vast secret chamber filled with Titan technology.

This is the heart of Azeroth, the Chamber of the Heart.

The Chamber of the Heart, which was originally buried forever beneath the endless sands of Silithus and could not be found by any mortal, is now exposed to Heather.

As Heather stepped into this mysterious temple, the Titan devices that had been shut down for tens of thousands of years suddenly lit up and began to operate on their own.

A phantom voice rang in his ear:

"Who are you?"

"Nice to meet you, Azeroth. You can call me Heather."

Heather stood with her hands in her trench coat pockets, looking completely at ease.

"Shall we talk?"

The illusory voice quickly disappeared, and the silence was broken again after a dozen seconds. This time, along with the voice, a phantom-like figure appeared.

"Heather...a fellow countrywoman?"

The speaker was a tall woman with a curvaceous figure and a stunningly beautiful face that seemed almost absurd and unreal. Her clothing was bold yet elegant. Her skin was pale blue, shimmering like starlight, and her hair was silver. Notably, her eyes shone with a brilliant golden light.

If Tyrande and Malfurion were here, they would gasp in surprise, for this is none other than Azshara, the beloved ruler of the Kaldorei Empire ten thousand years ago!

"Azshara was your favorite, arguably the most dazzling jewel of all Azeroth in that era. But when faced with the temptations of the Burning Legion, she betrayed you without hesitation, intending to offer all of Azeroth to the Dark Titan Sargeras. And yet you still come to see me in her image?"

Heather couldn't understand what the Azerothian world-soul was thinking. Didn't they have any other forms available?

Ten thousand years ago, Azshara used the Well of Eternity, formed from the blood of Azeroth, as an energy source to open a portal and let Sargeras come directly to her, and she almost succeeded.

If it had succeeded, Azeroth would be in no better shape than Argus.

Despite Heather's lack of understanding, the Azerothian world-soul did not change its appearance; rather, Azshara was the most suitable form she could choose to communicate with Heather.

"You are my compatriot too, aren't you?"

The Azerothian world-soul's form is ethereal and elusive, and its voice is equally unpredictable:
"I have never seen such a powerful being as you. Even Sargeras would not be your match."

Are you here to help me?

She looked at Heather expectantly, hoping that this powerful and charismatic comrade could protect her from the Dark Titans' covetousness.

But Heather simply spread her hands: "You have to handle your own affairs, genius girl. You and the Dark Titan will eventually have a battle, and that battle is about to begin. I cannot directly interfere with your duel."

Azeroth felt a pang of sadness. She was already grateful that her fellow countryman had built a space fleet for her children, and she couldn't ask Heather to do more.

But how can I fight against the Dark Titan?
While Azeroth can communicate with Heather in his Star Soul form, this is limited to the special location of the Chamber of the Heart.

Her star soul is still in the process of taking shape. Titans use planets as incubation containers, and a star soul with such immense potential as Azeroth requires more incubation time and energy than an ordinary Titan.

Without the physical form of the Star Soul, Azeroth is utterly powerless to contend with the Dark Titans who roam the universe; only the Titans themselves can fight against them.

Seeing that the Azerothian Star-Soul, despite possessing Azshara's stunningly beautiful face, revealed a childlike innocence and sorrow, Heather blinked and softened her voice: "Don't worry, although I can't directly help you defeat the Dark Titan, we can find another way."

"Another way?" Azeroth's Star Soul tilted his head.

Ah, so cute. Although they're both world wills, they're completely different in style from Gaia. Heather stroked her chin and said slowly:
"Your incubation requires an astronomical amount of energy, as well as a full-fledged Force boost, to forge a complete Azerothian Titan."

Of the six fundamental forces, you certainly don't lack the arcane power that represents the Force of Order, so I won't concern myself with that.

Then there's the Death Force...

Heather opened her hand, and a Death Rune floated in her palm. It not only contained the Death Rune of the Elden Ring world, but also absorbed a huge amount of Shadow Realm Sorrow and Anima.

Upon seeing the Death Rune, the Azerothian Protoss visibly swallowed. She desperately needed this Death Force.

But Heather did not immediately hand over the Death Rune. Instead, he casually tossed it upwards, and the Death Rune immediately floated above his head.

"Next comes the life force that resonates with death."

Heather beckoned with his finger, and Nie's mastery of the natural life force stirred the life force of this world, forming a small tree seed that also floated above his head.

"Having both life and death, how can we do without the Force of Light?"

As she spoke, a portal opened behind Heather, and Nanami stepped out, holding a fragment that shone with golden light in her hand.

That is a fragment of the Naaru core of Zera, the Mother of Light.

While the Light Legion's ship Zenidal crashed near the Tomb of Sargeras, Nanami secretly slipped in and took the most crucial Naaru fragment from Xerra's body.

Zera is the progenitor Naaru who was born at the beginning of the universe. Known as the Mother of Light, she naturally possesses extremely pure Light Force.

The brilliant golden light emanating from the Holy Light instantly warmed and illuminated the entire Heart Chamber.

Order, death, life, and light—now there are four fundamental forces.

The void and chaos are still missing.

(End of this chapter)