The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

I am the Thousand-Bearded Demon disguised as M'nozdo, the original form of N'Zoth. I have been a little uncomfortable with becoming the original form for a short time.

Because my thinking channel is different from my previous original body, the incarnation can be replaced at any time, and I am no exception. I will eventually become the real "me"...it's just a matter of time.

At this moment, while I am accepting my huge memory, I am aware that I have lost the specific memory details of my life-and-death battle with the fallen prince Arthas.

I still find it very puzzling that as an ancient god, one of the rulers of the ancient dark empire, even the Titans can do nothing about us and can only seal us.

Carry out the so-called harmless treatment, forcing me to form an alliance with C'Thun and Yogg-Saron, and work together to find ways to lift the seal.

After expending more than 100,000 years of effort, we finally gained the qualification to regain our freedom and summon our own servants.

And how could an ordinary creature living in Azeroth gain the power to defeat "me" alone?

None of my countless servants could defeat him, forcing him to walk step by step to my prison and even enter it on his own initiative.

Although I don't know what happened afterwards, I understand that the strong power of death in him must mean that he is the messenger favored by death.

Like us, they are another aspect of the Force represented by a powerful being and are His creations.

However, even though he had been favored by death two years ago, he still found Yogg-Saron very difficult to deal with.

Just over two years had passed… It was incredible to be a loser and yet have the true power of death.

When Yogg-Saron once plotted to take his heart, even as the Lich King he did not dare to go against Yogg-Saron.

He could only use his power secretly to send Yogg-Saron to fight a life-and-death battle with the mortal heroes of Azeroth.

However, the final result was beyond the expectations of the Lich King Arthas, Yogg-Saron was defeated.

He failed completely, his foundation was almost emptied, and he fell into eternal sleep, waiting for "him" to wake up again.

The kind-hearted Thousand-Faced Devil allowed me to inherit his legacy in order to complete our unfinished business.

With the full support of my two good friends, I, of course, did what I said. I planned one conspiracy after another and almost destroyed Azeroth and fulfilled the prophecy.

The most hateful thing is that the part of the future that belonged to my failure has come true, the real Mrozdo and Neltharion have both failed, but the shackles of "me" are still not broken.

The previous "me" needed Azshara, the so-called queen, to continue to help "me", and "me" would break the seal and complete the mission of the Void.

Regardless of success or failure, "I" need to do those things. The void has already made clear our ending, and it depends on how we achieve it.

Perhaps N'Zoth will eventually be stopped by the heroes of Azeroth, and the quest to corrupt the star-soul will be paused.

In this process, our consciousness will eventually perish, but our bodies will remain forever in Azeroth.

Those mortals who seek to understand the truth of the void and shadow will come to us, and our bodies will gradually corrupt them while giving them power.

We will still be reborn, the only difference is the time. Countless servants who thought they could control our power have failed, and no one has succeeded in getting rid of our whispers.

The truth of the world is in our hands. We will selflessly show it to them, and the future that truly belongs to them will be thrown into the arms of the void and become one with it to be swallowed by the void.

I feel very uneasy now. I haven't felt this way for many years.

Regaining this feeling makes me tremble. What kind of monster did I encounter that caused my memories to be transferred here?

Why must it be me? I have doubts about this. Obviously, death will not take us away, but only give us more time to hide.

What's more, I am not the only incarnation of "I". Even if all the incarnations in the outside world disappear, "I" should be able to create a new incarnation before I die.

Not everyone has the power to destroy our will with one blow and send us directly into a long dark slumber.

Could it be that the resurrected Lich King has this kind of power? But in just one day, he has consumed so much energy... Does he really have the power to directly destroy my body?

He couldn't have done that. If he had, my death wails would have echoed throughout Azeroth.

However, until now, there is still no voice belonging to "me" in the world of Azeroth.

Therefore, the Lich King who was reborn for some unknown reason did not have that much power, and my and others' previous speculations were not wrong.

"My brother, M'nozdo, with the strength we have now assembled, can we really defeat him?"

"We need more examples. Although his power becomes weaker the longer we fight him, we still don't know his explosive power."

"Neither Queen Azshara nor her people could stop him, and he even sought to fight N'Zoth himself."

"Before the outcome of the battle between Arthas and the Old Gods is determined, we need more preparations... no amount of preparation is too much."

Hearing Alexstrasza asking for his opinion, Mnozdo casually threw out an answer and continued to receive memories.

I have already been defeated before, so we won’t recruit more people or use anything else to fill the gap in combat power between us.

In the abyss of the sea, a lady emitting golden light, bringing light to the silent dark land, was lifted out from a prison cell after pushing open the door.

"You must complete the task I assign to you conscientiously, my comrade, do you understand?"

A bright holy light suddenly flashed, illuminating the darkness of the abyss in an instant, but it lasted less than three seconds.

Arthas gave an ultimatum to Miss N'Zoth, who had been "successfully" transformed, about the final mission, saying that his ideal required her efforts.

"Got it! Comrade, I will complete our mission, no matter the cost."

As the two men gazed at each other, Enzos, the messenger of light, rose higher and higher on a black bubble.

The image of Arthas became increasingly blurred in her eyes until it disappeared.

I am N'Zoth, once an Old God with a great quest, now a Lightforged elf with a mission of vengeance.

Yes, I know exactly who I am, and I will never forget it.

A powerful warchief, Lor'themar Theron, will never be able to twist the mind of N'Zoth.

As an expert in brainwashing, I have thousands, even countless, of ways to maintain my sanity.

As for the kind of peace you mentioned, just think about it in your dreams. I am the first one who doesn't believe that everyone is equal. In Azeroth, even fairness and justice are difficult to maintain.

How many people with "high" ideological awareness can actually take action? The melody of war that has lasted for countless years in Azeroth is ironclad proof of this.

There were holy people doing this in the past, but time will dilute everything they did, and we, or you, will not allow such history to exist.

Who makes you pursue freedom... Your life has already been planned by fate, and your choice is nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

In this world, strength is everything, and an individual has the power to overwhelm an army.

From this perspective, you are nothing more than a tyrant, and only tyrants force others to obey.

Lor'themar Theron! You are a sinister villain. You are just hypnotizing yourself. You just want to destroy the world.

As for why you want to destroy Azeroth, you are too arrogant. The look in your eyes shows complete contempt for us Old Gods, and you don't even bother to argue about your own evil deeds.

If I could beat you, I would really want to swallow up a conceited person like you and understand your way of thinking.

All you do is to destroy your enemies, with the high-sounding false justice in your heart. You are just another me, a me with stronger power.

The good deeds you think of in your mind are all disguises to hide your true self. The real you is actually extremely evil, and destroying the world is your real intention.

You are the enemy that all living things in Azeroth need to gather strength to fight against, destroying the land ecology of Kalimdor and the marine ecology of the Endless Sea.

Before you challenged me, I heard the anguish of countless Azeroth's warriors, as your power brought severe pain to their flesh.

I also felt the earth and the sea spitting on you. They were powerless to resist your evil power and could only retreat temporarily and watch you wantonly destroy Azeroth.

The supreme void also showed me your ending. All your plans will fail. Azeroth belongs neither to the Holy Light nor to death. It only belongs to the void.

Besides, a fanatical believer of the Holy Light like you, your fanatical heart, your boundless Holy Light like the ocean... has been exhausted in order to seal my body.

The hypocritical Holy Light has once again abandoned you. You can no longer use such a powerful Holy Light. The Holy Light in your body is gradually dimming and even disappearing. The Holy Light that no longer responds to your call explains everything... I suspect you are still hiding something.

But you are as hypocritical as the Holy Light, always using lofty words to deceive others. Even your wife, Avian Mingyi, doesn't know what you do in secret, and she cries for you and sheds tears of mourning.

I will remember your sacrifice for Azeroth, showing the heroes what you did in their last moments of despair, before merging with the Void in despair.

Isn't the great mission you gave me to stop the heroes of Azeroth from stopping you? I will help you unite them, work together to come up with a solution to deal with you.

Your wish to destroy Azeroth will not come true... Since you want to be against the world, then I will bring the world to destroy you.

Your weakness has been exposed, you powerful chief from the future. You are afraid of the power of unity, otherwise you would not say such words with your last bit of conscience.

In this respect, you are indeed Arthas Menethil, you are the same as him... You are him, you have deprived yourself of the last bit of conscience, become a puppet of power, and live in your own fantasy world.

What's more, although you have concealed many things in the story you told, I, Enzos, am an elf who can explore the truth from only fragments.

In your future, our other four Old Gods failed, but Sarasta held Azeroth for a brief time.

So, in the confrontation between the six forces, your subjects died one by one, your country was destroyed, and you wanted to change all this.

But you don't know that you have fallen into a trap set by other representatives of the Force. You have become a hidden chess piece in the hands of some representatives. The fruits of your victory will never belong to you, nor will you necessarily get them.

On the other hand, you are indeed more like an ancient god than we are, and you are indeed a master at distorting the facts.

Are you really righteous? I'm curious why your actions and tone are no different from those of us who are evil.

My brothers, C'Thun the Thousand-Eyes, Yogg-Saron the Thousand-Faced Demon, if they awaken, they will probably be like me and recognize this outstanding aspect of you.

"Ms. Enzos, I will leave my identity to you. I will leave the rest of the matters to you."

After Enzos, wrapped in bubbles, surfaced, Avian, who had been waiting there for a long time, took Enzos's little hand.

"Of course, comrade, our ideas coincide."

It turns out you knew it. I, Enzos, guessed wrong. You actually tricked me. I want to see the powerless look on your face when you fail.

Now that I have finally escaped from the clutches of Arthas, I will take revenge and do whatever I want.

"Comrades, we are indeed comrades, but I think... we still need to work hard."

I was indeed not fooled. The existence of the Old Gods is just as Arthas said, very hidden.

I suddenly realized that sometimes the smartest people may become the dumbest people.

"Okay, I'll try harder."

“It’s always a little weird to see another me…and hear my own voice.”

Without waiting for the new Avian Mingyi to react, the old her suddenly left here. She could find a place to rest for what happened next.

By the way, I want to leave something behind. After seeing the result, I will leave and go back to save the future Ranger General.

"Going back? So, you people from the future like to have more preparedness? The question is, how did you find this place? What happened in the future?"

Watching her old self whizzing through a future portal that was exactly what she had guessed, Avian Mingyi was confused.

I haven't even got your coordinates yet. Can you leave one for me to study? I also want to try my luck in another parallel world and contribute to the great void cause.

Why do you two and those two dragons that came here unexpectedly have the technology to travel through worlds, but my world doesn't have it?

When Avian N'Zoth Brightwing was doubting her life, Arthas caught his wife who fell from the sky and gave her a long-awaited princess hug.

"Arthas, my mission is accomplished."

"Go play in your room. There's nothing for you to do next."

"Okay, I just need to take a good rest for a while."

After installing the special device on Alsace, the lazy lady pushed open the door of the double cabin and entered.

After the door of the cabin was closed, the cabin disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never existed.

"Are you Avian Brightwing? (N'Zoth)"

"Are you Muroz'do? (N'Zoth)"

"Why is this happening? (Aren't you dead?)"

“There’s no reason, it’s just like that. (I survived with difficulty)”

"How about... we shake hands? (Let's become one now)"

"Of course. (It depends on the situation and I'll find an opportunity)"

"Communicate with each other. (Before that, we had the same goal and enjoyed cooperation)"