Why Argus?
That was a good question.
Even Duque himself did not know why the Burning Legion's Achilles' heel was on Argus, the planet where the Eredas originated.
Unexpectedly, in that secret meeting, it was the Titans who unwittingly told Duque the answer.
That was because a certain despicable and shameless Void Duke, the biggest traitor of the Burning Legion in the past twenty-five thousand years, had used the energy recoil from the Well of Eternity to blow up the largest fortress in the Distorted Void.
This had shocked the entire Burning Legion and enraged Sargeras for 10,000 years. It had caused the entire Burning Legion to come to a consensus — the seemingly unsolvable Twisting Nether was not that safe.
Since Duque could set off the biggest fireworks in the history of the Twisting Nether in the ancient war, annihilating billions of demons, if Duque could do it once, he could do it again.
So, even though the explosion in the ancient war did not really hurt Sargeras, Kil 'jaeden, and the three Archimonde powerhouses, it made the three of them feel like they were sitting on pins and needles.
After a long discussion, they made an unexpected but reasonable decision — to transfer the soul cores of the three of them and all the Void Dukes under the Legion to Argus.
This was because there were two Titans guarding Argus.
[The Avenger] Agrama was once one of the noble Titans of the Pantheon. After being defeated by Sargeras, he was reborn as a Titan of Destruction by Sargeras' evil power. He was now entrenched in the core of Argus, guarding the power that could destroy the universe, and the soul cores of the three Burning Legion powerhouses.
The other one was the [Nirvanic] Argus.
That's right, this guy was the planet Argus, a Titan born from the planet's soul. Unfortunately, from the day his soul awakened, he was destined to go astray.
When Sargeras bewitched the two Eredas powerhouses, he had his eyes on Argus' soul. Because this soul had the power to become a Titan. With the constant infusion of dark energy, Argus the Terminator had become a Fallen Titan around the time of the ancient war.
The two Fallen Titans, Agrama and Argus, were the Burning Legion's ultimate secret weapons.
If they didn't take advantage of Sargeras' resurrection in Azeroth, Archimonde hadn't resurrected yet, and Kil 'jaeden was personally at the frontlines, they could take down two Fallen Titans in one go and destroy the Burning Legion's undying legend. Then, no matter how long they resisted, and how many times they repeated similar battles, the Burning Legion would still not lose in the end.
At this moment, more than a light year away from the Azeroth, a spaceship beyond the imagination of mortals was warping through space.
This kind of space folding technology that ignored distance and reached the destination in a way that was almost like cheating was a black technology that even Duque's Earth hadn't developed yet.
In the Pantheon Temple, this kind of technology was common.
Outside the porthole, there were countless flashes of light.
Inside the flying shuttle, there was a slight tremor.
Sitting on the captain's throne, Duque looked around.
The spaceship was huge. It was originally provided for the use of Titan creations, and the bridge alone was the size of ten football fields.
His eyes were filled with gorgeous Titan-style decorations, towering pillars, and Titan runes everywhere.
And the guy driving the ship, it was Duque's' old friend ', the Observer, Orgaron.
This giant Titan creation that seemed to be made up of constellations looked back from time to time, revealing a smile that could have been flattering. This guy probably knew that his fate was in Duque's hands.
The captain's throne was so f * cking big, it was originally meant for guardians or Titans to sit on. The seat alone was thirty meters by twenty meters, and including the protruding corners, the total area was more than six hundred and fifty square meters.
It was even bigger than Duque's ducal mansion in Stormwind.
Feeling the space flashing by outside the spaceship, Duque felt as if he was in a world of silence.
But there was a voice in his heart that was becoming clearer and more certain — this was the last battle.
Crossing over from Earth, becoming a part of the surging pulse of the River of Azeroth's fate, merging into the main timeline that gathered countless lives and time branches, combining the fate of countless existences and billions of voices of resistance, finally condensing into today's situation.
As long as they won this last battle, all the suffering, all the threats would end.
Perhaps the competition for survival resources among the various races meant that no matter which world it was, there would never be true peace. At the very least, there wouldn't be any terrifying evil forces like the Burning Legion that would crush a few planets at the drop of a hat.
Was it excitement?
Was it nervousness?
Was it anticipation?
Or was it just a desire for closure?
Even Duque himself couldn't say for sure.
Hot blood flowed in his divine body, it was the roar of the elements, and also the roar of his spirit and soul. But Duque's heart was extremely calm.
Quietly watching the monotonous starlight passing by on the main screen, his gaze seemed to pass through the shackles of time.
It was his honor to be able to join the World of Azeroth.
Except for him, no one else on Earth knew that the game they loved was actually a projection in the mind of a game designer from another world.
When the game designers who were jokingly called 'glass scum' created the game World of Warcraft, they would never have imagined that there was such a world hidden behind their genius design concept.
Duque was fortunate enough to witness the destruction of the old Stormwind City in flames.
He saw the birth of a brand-new alliance in flames and blood.
Thanks to his' prophetic ability ', he changed the fates of countless masters and people.
However, this great reversal of fate didn't come only from his gift. It was the struggle of all the people of Azeroth against the fate of destruction. Every hopeful person threw himself into the struggle and wrote a brand-new epic with his blood and life.
Heroes were born in troubled times!
He thought back to the faces that should have died long ago, but were still alive and well because he had changed their fates.
Suddenly, Duque felt a sense of satisfaction.
Even if it was only in his own spiritual world, looking at them in his own memories and comparing their faces, he actually felt a strange feeling of being shocked by himself.
In the game, all the regrets were made up.
The current situation was more like the vision that all players, including himself, had hoped for in the past!
Duque finally understood that he didn't come to this world alone.
He was the embodiment of the best wishes of every World of Warcraft players.
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