"Look! Origin energy is pouring out of the ground!"

High above Nazmir, on the platform of the golden fortress Valargar suspended in the clouds, His Highness Little Star, who had been waiting here early, grabbed the best "viewing platform" for himself.

She holds a magic orb in her hand that can record scenes, and wants to completely record the scene where the evil in the jungle of Nazmir is purified.

Fenner, who was beside Little Star, also grabbed a dwarf camera and kept taking pictures towards the strangely changing ground.

This is very precious first-hand material. If you make a copy of these photos without telling Little Xingxing, you can make a lot of money no matter which magic organization you sell them to!

Fenner laughed proudly while taking pictures.

The plan works!

A few seconds later, the teleported rainbow light appeared behind the two of them, and Blake strode out of the teleported light.

He took a few steps forward and stood on the platform looking down.

Pure energy from the Forge of Origin is surging out of the city of Uldir, and the golden city of Titan is melting rapidly like tinfoil thrown into the flames.

A few seconds later, Blake suddenly turned his head and glanced at the idiot Finna who kept making weird laughter, and said in a weird tone:

"Hey, why are you laughing? Also, what were you shooting there without loading film?"

"ah?"

Fenna was shocked instantly.

She was awakened from her fantasy of "making a lot of money", and hurriedly opened the dwarf camera and saw that there was no film in it.

But she clearly checked it a few minutes ago!

"little stars!"

Fenner locked onto the culprit in an instant. She threw the camera in her hand to the ground angrily and rushed towards the stupid Blue Dragon who covered her mouth and laughed.

The two beautiful girls fought together again.

Fenner was really angry this time, and she used a standard over-the-shoulder throw to push Little Star to the ground and beat her.

The latter threw lightning bolts in an attempt to repel Fenna, but after this period of training by the idiot warrior, the magic resistance of the "Twin Emperors" in her body had been fully activated.

The small lightning thrown by Little Star without charging up cannot harm the stupid warrior at all.

Within a few seconds, Little Xingxing was beaten until her hair was disheveled, and she even received a punch in the eye.

The magic orb she held in her hand also rolled out, and fell from the platform of the Hall of Valor amidst the screams of the little stars, whizzing towards the earth that was being reshaped below.

"No!"

Princess Blue Dragon screamed.

But everything was irreversible. The information that witnessed this precious moment was lost. She might never have a second chance to see this magnificent and exaggerated scene in her life.

The fight between the two people did not affect the mood of other viewers.

Blake sat carelessly on the edge of the platform of the Hall of Valor. He took out a bottle of wine from his hand and bit open the cork, took a big gulp into his mouth, wiped his mouth again, and let out a comfortable moan.

Behind him, Maiev, wearing an elf hunting outfit, quietly emerged, looking down at everything that was happening.

Those blue titan energies have completed filling and engulfing Odile City, and the solid metal city walls are as fragile as paper under the impact of this creation energy.

Like a balloon filled with water bursting, liquid Titan energy soon surged out from the outline of the city of Uldir, pushing it submerged in all directions.

This scene is like a rising tide.

The blue "water" is running through the dark jungle of Nazmir, which has been completely polluted. Everything wherever it goes will be submerged by it. Well, it may be more appropriate to call it "swallowed".

Those rift valleys filled with the power of the void, the big bloody trees filled with dried corpses, the desolate weathered ruins of ancient troll cities, and the ruined walls with countless stories buried in the darkness.

Rocks, trees, bones, frightened beasts running in the forest, six-legged crocodiles with tentacles under the polluted water, everything was swallowed up and melted by this running energy.

No matter how strong or wild the existence is, they cannot persist in this "blue ocean" for more than a second. They are like unlucky eggs swallowed by ooze monsters, and are quickly assimilated into this area full of purifying power and vitality.

in the liquid.

Even the birds in the sky!

Those bats and crows with wings, dark colors, red eyes, and even third eyes, those pterodactyls that were born in the polluted earth and had deformities when they hatched, they felt the terrible danger.

, and kept flapping its wings in an attempt to escape from the land that was being "eaten".

They seem to be safe in the sky far away from the ground, but there seems to be a special force pulling them, causing them to fly closer and closer to the liquid energy running on the ground in their unconscious flight.

Finally, when there was only one step left to fly out of the dark jungle, it also turned into part of the titan energy that had filled the Nazmir jungle.

This extremely polluted dark land is being wrapped and shaped, and even the towering mountains are rapidly losing height like figures thrown into sulfuric acid.

It's like an invisible hand holding a shovel ruthlessly flattening all the ups and downs, and shaping the undulating land into the flattest plain.

The timeline belonging to this land seems to have been fast-forwarded thousands of times, and countless years of ecological changes have been compressed into just a few minutes, leaving viewers dizzying.

The only problem is that this grand process is silent, even as silent as a mime, which makes people panic.

"You know, this kind of scene should be accompanied by that kind of grand background music to set off the sacredness and unshakability of this scene."

The stinky pirate looked contentedly at the earth being reshaped below. He turned back to look at Maiev behind him. The warden lady was holding a moonstone emblem and silently reciting the scriptures of the moon god in a low voice.

Obviously, this sincere believer was deeply shaken by the scene in front of him.

She was equivalent to a complete spectatorship of the "monkey version" of "Genesis", and saw with her own eyes the power of the gods to shape the primitive world.

A jungle equivalent to one-third of the territory of Stormwind Kingdom was completely wiped out in just a few minutes. This scene was enough to make anyone who saw it with their own eyes tremble.

"You told me before that if the output power of the Origin Furnace left by the Titans were turned on to the maximum..."

After reciting the eulogy, Maiev asked in a low voice.

Facing her unfinished question, the pirate shrugged, poured the last bit of wine into his mouth, and threw the wine bottle in his hand toward the rolling sea of ​​blue energy below.

He said:

"The Forge of Origin has only one meaning, which is to format and reshape the entire planet when everything is irreversible. It will restore Azeroth to the era when the Pantheon first completed the detection and shaping of the star.

No one knows what kind of era it was, and no one can guess what kind of miracles will be born in this world in the next era.

But that definitely has nothing to do with us.

Everything has to be bad, black and white, good and evil, and it will no longer have any meaning.

And all this you are seeing is just a 'preview', and it is also my warning for N'Zoth. If it continues to disobey, its miserable cage will be reshaped next time!"

"Can it really be done?"

Maiev whispered:

"Didn't you say that this kind of reshaping can only be used once in a period?"

"Yes, I said that."

The pirate winked at the warden lady and said:

"But N'Zoth doesn't know, so what if it knows? As long as it can't occupy the Forge of Origin, this threat will hang like a sword over its damn crab's head.

I think this warning should be enough to keep it quiet for a while."

Blake grinned and was about to take Maiev into his arms, but suddenly stopped and listened.

"Save...save me..."

The miserable wailing echoed in Blake's spirit. It seemed that only he could hear the sound. It should be the request made specifically to Blake by the seeker.

The pirate followed the spiritual cry for help and looked down, and he quickly located the source of the sound.

In the center of the Nazmir Jungle that has been swallowed up entirely, in the deepest part of the Titan City Uldir under the dark rift that has completely disappeared.

From G'huun, the ultimate infected body born in that city!

The once arrogant god of blood and corruption has now lost the arrogance and madness he had when he last met the pirates. He is like a poor fly trapped in a pool of sulfuric acid and unable to escape.

Even calling for help seemed so feeble.

It did indeed escape from its cage now. After all, the entirety of Odir was flooded and melted by the energy of creation, and nothing could stop G'huun from being freed.

The premise is that it has to survive this origin reshaping on its own.

Judging from the current situation, Mr. G'horn's situation seems to be "not very optimistic."

"Hey, isn't this G'huun? Why are you acting like this after not seeing each other for just one night?"

In the spiritual dialogue, Blake mercilessly ridiculed the blood god who prayed to him. He said in a long voice:

"Why are you so humble? Lord G'huun, I still prefer your world-devouring, arrogant and arrogant attitude when we talked last time. Could you please restore it?"

"Please..."

The body of the parasitized demigod had already melted, and was parasitized for the second time on his most loyal dismantler, Misraks, but his body was still quickly melted away. Now he has to be exposed to the energy of creation as a true parasite.

G'huun, who had nowhere to escape, no longer bothered to refute the pirate's sarcasm.

It begged in a desperate tone of voice:

"I am willing...I am willing to fulfill the mission of my birth...I am willing to help you...purify the ancient gods...Please...save me!"

"Purify the Ancient God, okay! Save you? I'll spare it."
To be continued...