"Master, Dimensius... is dead."
A humble voice echoed in a bottomless sea eye.
The vortexes nearby were fast, and the seawater was mixed with a large amount of sea sand, making it very turbid.
This is the world at the bottom of the former Great Vortex—a physical world, not the earth elemental plane connected by the surging energy of the past.
After Aiden summoned the entire Valoran continent to Azeroth, the Great Vortex, which had existed for more than ten thousand years, was filled, allowing the world of Azeroth to have five continents distributed in the east, south, west, north, and center, with Valoran in the very middle.
Although the Great Vortex disappeared, undercurrents still surged in the deep sea.
"How sad," the voice of the Old God N'Zoth came from the abyss.
No one knows whether the sadness it spoke of was its own sadness for the death of Dimensius, or whether Dimensius himself was very sad.
That invincible Void Lord had rampaged in the universe for hundreds of thousands of years, and no one could do anything about it, but it finally fell in Azeroth.
The one who killed it was not a super power in the universe, not the Titans or demons who hated it to the bone, nor the Old Gods or Naaru, but mortals—in these hundreds of thousands of years, it had devoured countless planets inhabited by mortals, including the birthplace of the ethereals.
Ethereals are a kind of semi-energy life form, without the ability to reproduce, which obviously does not conform to the reproductive rules of intelligent creatures.
In fact, before Dimensius destroyed their homeland, ethereals were also mortal races similar to humans, but Dimensius suddenly descended, causing their homeland to be swallowed, and these mortal bodies were also transformed into their current appearance by arcane energy.
Since then, the ethereals have been determined to take revenge.
Now they have completed their revenge—they have created mana forges, and even Prince Haramad and Amir personally participated in the action to kill Dimensius, and personally killed their enemy.
For N'Zoth, Dimensius was just a temporary ally.
Now that it has realized its value, its life and death no longer have anything to do with itself.
Now, it is time for it—the great N'Zoth—to appear!
"The whole world will be bathed in blood and fear, let mortals welcome the true doomsday!"
N'Zoth let out a gloomy and terrifying laugh.
As if sensing something, the fish in the seabed fled in panic, as did other animals, and even the seabed vegetation swayed constantly in fear, appearing menacing.
Then a huge crack suddenly opened in the seabed, and the scorching magma from the earth's core collided with the cold seawater, causing the seawater to boil instantly and bubbles to emerge.
The seabed was trembling, and an uneasy atmosphere began to spread to the entire Endless Sea, and even the entire Azeroth.
—
"Tidal Sea Spirit" Fizz is now in an extraordinary position.
He is a hero of the Kema tribe, but in these few years in Azeroth, he has also gained the allegiance of some murlocs—so Fizz doesn't know how he became the "Great King" of the murlocs.
He now spends most of his time in the sea or in the "palace" specially built for him by the murlocs—actually a murloc village on a small island near the Valoran continent—which looks even simpler than an ordinary family's house.
But he is now the Great King, commanding tens of thousands of murloc soldiers, he can play whatever he wants, as long as he is happy.
Today Fizz is playing with Dragon Shark—this is his most trusted pet, and also the biggest reliance for Fizz to roam the sea and be worshiped by countless murlocs.
The huge Dragon Shark has almost no natural enemies in the sea, and it can also find enough food in the sea, but Fizz, as its master, still spends a lot of time playing with Dragon Shark in the sea every day, which can be regarded as cultivating feelings.
But today, for some reason, Dragon Shark suddenly became very manic and uneasy.
It bit Fizz's sea stone trident with its sharp teeth, dragging this little master towards the sea.
"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Fizz asked inexplicably.
He protested loudly, "This is not fun, you are too strong! Don't bite my trident!"
Dragon Shark ignored him, but dragged him ashore at a faster speed, and signaled him to leave with a human-like look.
"What's wrong?" Fizz realized that something must have happened.
Dragon Shark couldn't speak and couldn't express it in words.
But Fizz soon got the answer from someone else—a deep hole suddenly appeared on the beach in front of his "palace", filled with seawater.
At a glance, Fizz immediately knew that "River King" Tahm had come.
Tahm is a gourmet, and he doesn't necessarily have to stay in the river.
In fact, recently Tahm likes seafood, so he spends most of his time wandering in the Endless Sea.
In the blink of an eye, Tahm popped out of the puddle.
"Oh, my goodness, where's my hat? My hat—oh, here it is!" Tahm found his top hat from behind him, and carefully put this hat, which was only one-fifth the size of his head, on his head.
After finishing this, Tahm remembered the business, and he shouted again: "Fizz, get out of here! The sea is not safe!"
"What's wrong?" Fizz asked.
"How would I know, anyway, it's not safe," Tahm replied confidently.
Fizz was speechless.
The great changes that happened at the bottom of the sea were not only captured by Dragon Shark and Tahm, but in fact, even earlier, the Water Elemental King, "Tidehunter" Neptulon, felt the abnormal and evil aura from the deep sea abyss.
He was very familiar with this, because before the War of the Ancients, the person who exuded this evil aura was the object to whom Neptulon and all the elements were loyal—the Old God N'Zoth!
It should be sealed in the deep sea abyss, no one can release it, unless the Titans come in person, but why is N'Zoth free now?
Recalling N'Zoth's power and terror, Neptulon couldn't help but fall into deep fear.
"I must tell others about this... Yes, yes, Aiden—maybe he has a way!"
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"Wind Swordsman" Yasuo and "Wuju Swordsman" Yi are both heroes from Ionia.
They have just been rotated from the front line of Mount Hyjal to guard the Valoran continent.
Now the main battlefield between the Old Gods and the Azeroth Allied Forces is on the Kalimdor continent, so the Valoran continent does not need them to participate in the war.
This rotation is actually to give these long-fought heroes a chance to rest.
They are now both in the War Academy.
Today Yi invited Yasuo out to enjoy tea in an ancient pavilion with a strong Ionian style.
They are not only from the same country, but also sword masters.
Yasuo was wanted by Ionia for the crime of murdering an elder, and finally joined the League of Legends, and with the help of the League's power, he investigated everything and cleared his name.
Yi is making tea, which is his favorite and best skill besides swordsmanship.
Yasuo is of course his guest.
Yasuo undoubtedly respects Yi very much—how many people in Ionia would not respect him?
Just like no Ionian would not worship "Child of the Stars" Soraka, facing the invitation of Wuju Swordsman, Yasuo could not refuse at all.
But the problem is—Yasuo's favorite drink is not tea, but wine—his sword is more important than anything, but wine is more important to Yasuo than his sword...
Making tea is a meticulous job, which takes a lot of time and energy, and it is not suitable to talk.
Yasuo's throat moved many times, not because of the refreshing tea fragrance, but because he was addicted to alcohol.
He couldn't remember how many times his hand had touched the wine bottle, he seemed to be unable to help but open the bottle and take a few painful drinks, but this was undoubtedly a very rude behavior, he couldn't do this.
"Are you anxious?" Yi asked calmly.
"Heh—heh—" Yasuo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the alcohol worm in his stomach, his nose was filled with tea fragrance, but what he thought of in his mind was the wine fragrance: "Fragrant, fragrant, it's really fragrant!"
He smacked his lips a few times and swallowed.
Yi smiled without saying a word.
He opened the inverted teacup, picked up the teapot and tilted it, and a cyan water line flowed out along the teapot spout, accurately pouring into an empty cup.
When the teacup was seven or eight points full, the water line continued to pour into another cup without stopping, without a drop leaking out.
But when the second teacup was about to be full, the ground suddenly trembled slightly.
Yi's always calm expression suddenly changed drastically, so much so that his hand shook, and a few drops of tea spilled out of the cup.
Yi put the teapot aside very disappointedly.
At this time, there was no point in talking about tea ceremony etiquette.
"Sorry, I made a fool of myself," Yi bowed and saluted, then stood up and grasped the hilt of his sword.
Yasuo calmed down at this time, and he smiled freely: "How can such good tea be wasted?"
He picked up the cup and drank the whole cup of tea in one gulp, just like he usually drinks wine, then put down the teacup heavily and wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve: "It really is good tea!"
Yi's expression was wooden, but he felt a little dumbfounded in his heart.
How could anyone drink tea like this?
But he also knew very well that Yasuo was not a tea connoisseur, so he would naturally not blame the other party for this.
What's more, the problem now is not tea at all, but something big has happened.
He sighed: "The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop."
At this time, a strange wind happened to blow, and the red leaves of a maple tree next to the pavilion suddenly rustled and fell.
Yasuo suddenly drew his sword and slashed forward, and a sword light emerged.
The fallen leaves seemed to be blocked by an invisible force, and could not penetrate into the pavilion.
When the wind stopped, there was a thick layer of leaves piled up outside the pavilion, but the pavilion was as clean and tidy as before.
Yasuo sheathed his sword and said lightly: "Then let the wind stop too!"
Yi's eyes were full of brilliance, and he admired: "What a good swordsmanship!"
"That's me 'making a fool of myself'," Yasuo was very humble.
He knew very well that the "Wuju Swordsman" Yi in front of him had gone further than him in swordsmanship.
The other party had always been the goal he was chasing, and he would not be arrogant and think that he was qualified to compete with Yi in swordsmanship.
But he believed that one day, he would catch up with and surpass the other party.