"My brother … Am I the one who did this? Heavens! What did I do? " Urthor looked at the horrifying bloodstains on his brother's shoulders and body, and immediately realized that it was his doing.
This was not a flesh wound, but a ruthless slap with the intent to kill, coupled with an ultimate elemental impact. Urthor clearly remembered his chaotic madness moments ago.
After he woke up, he felt the darkest sense of guilt, pain, and despair.
"No! My, heavens! Your soul will be destroyed! "Usor cried out in alarm.
"You speak as if your soul can survive this …" Urthor's huge bear face revealed an extremely human-like wry smile.
Then, the two brothers turned their heads at the same time, showing an apologetic expression to Duque, who had flashed away and was standing in a triangle with them.
"I didn't expect the world to change so quickly."
"Powerful humans! We're very tempted by your proposal. "
"But … it seems like our souls can't take it anymore."
"What a pity."
Just as Duque stabbed Urthor's head with Song of Light and Shadow, Duque had also completed a mental exchange with him.
Now, there was a more serious problem — the two demigods' souls were in a worse state than expected.
This was because, in a very short period of time for a demigod, Urthor had been resurrected twice. This forced resurrection consumed a lot of soul force, especially Urthor.
The last time, his soul had been first contaminated, then purified, and returned to the Emerald Dream before being resurrected and contaminated again. This was like a person who had been injured and cut off rotten flesh to heal, but before new flesh could grow, more of the good flesh had rotted away. The result was naturally a mess.
What was worse was that the two brothers' soul foundation, commonly known as the spirit base, was actually connected. This was a little like the twin emperors, because their souls were connected, so were their injuries.
Although this damage was not enough to completely destroy the brothers' souls, it was clearly part of N 'Zoth's plot.
If their spirit base was greatly damaged, then the two brothers' souls would have to return to the Emerald Dream and recuperate for a thousand years or even thousands of years without being contaminated. Only then would they have the opportunity to accept the next resurrection. Without a doubt, this would cause the bear demon demigod brothers to not be able to make it to the upcoming battle in the Land of Fire, or even the [Return of Armies] at a later time.
In that schemer's mind, it would be best if the bear brothers fell, but even if they didn't, he couldn't let the Alliance or the God of the Wilderness benefit.
Duque frowned deeply.
Duque was now a demigod. As a demigod who was still connected to the Weave, Duque's every action and thought could affect the entire Weave.
At that moment, there was a gust of wind on the Boulder Hill. A strong wind with an elemental aura blew through the grass on the hill, causing rustling sounds. Countless withered leaves flew over the heads of the bear monsters.
In the far east, the Endless Sea was sparkling. From the east to the west, the salty ocean wind passed through the hills and blew into the distance.
At that moment, Duque saw the pleading look in the bear brothers' eyes.
Actually, Duque could completely ignore the bear brothers.
The Azeroth of this life was definitely much, much stronger than the original Azeroth in history.
The bear monsters had courted death and resurrected Usoc twice in a short period of time. Who could be blamed for this?
But Duque could totally imagine that no matter how temporary the Burning Legion was, who would protect the bear monsters who had lost the protection of their demigod?
This was the sorrow of a weak race.
They couldn't even take care of themselves, so who would care about the friendship of the God of the Wilderness when they joined forces to fight against the Burning Legion?
Duque heard the leaves of a lonely tree not far from him creaking.
He suddenly had a feeling!
The current Alliance was indeed stronger than it had been at the same point in history.
What did they rely on?
Wasn't it just pulling back experts who would have died or fallen at different points in time?
This was like gathering sand to form a tower.
Without those grains of sand, without those 20 years of hard work, how could they have the strength they had today, the strength of the Alliance?
Facing the gale of the apocalypse, a tree was indeed lonely.
What about the forest?
What about the dense and vast primeval forest?
Duque could imagine that if he gave up at a certain point, perhaps this organization known as the Alliance, known as the Azeroth Grand Alliance, would be destroyed by an ant's nest.
It wouldn't be long before he heard the roar of the city of destiny in his heart collapsing.
Duque let out a long breath. "To you brothers, I have a suggestion …"
On the other side, the bear monsters and giant bears who had just been sent flying had already slowly climbed up from the ground. They didn't scatter in all directions.
Because the god they believed in and trusted was still fighting.
But the scene had changed. The god of the bear monsters, who was invincible in their eyes, was actually hugging their archenemy, the devil.
Yes, in their eyes, this was the most unbelievable thing.
At this moment, the divine will that ruled over them came.
Every bear or bear monster stopped on this former battlefield. They stood upright like humans, each bear head raised high and looked at the sky.
The demigod brothers of the bear monsters were impressively in the sky.
Usok said immediately, "We've been deceived by the ancient evil god N 'Zoth."
Usok followed up, "There's no Burning Legion at this moment."
As they spoke, their vision suddenly underwent the most intense change.
A moment ago, they had forgotten everything and couldn't hear or see anything else at all. Their entire souls had fallen into a false silence.
At this moment, a brilliant, purple-blue arcane storm erupted in their vision. The storm set off a sky full of Arcane Missiles that moved in a clockwise direction.
When the Arcane Missiles hit the sky, the sky collapsed.
When they hit the ground, the ground changed color.
When they hit the devil, the devil turned into a bear monster.
It was a complete rewrite of the five senses.
Originally, in their minds, they were in a terrible ancient battlefield, cheering for their demigods fighting against a demon lord. Unexpectedly, the entire world was taken over by a peaceful and familiar world in the next second.
Their consciousness returned to the Grizzly Hills.
The voices of the Usok brothers resounded in their souls. "Frankly speaking, your souls have been corrupted, and corrupted souls are difficult to redeem. I know that our next request is a bit excessive, but it is — to offer your souls to make up for our damaged souls. "
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