Jaina saw the scene of this Anna's true appearance—this powerful female mage was not the guardian of this world, but came from another timeline. She was simply herself from another timeline!
Why would this happen?
Jaina couldn't understand. Why would things turn out like this?
At this moment, N'Zoth's ubiquitous voice echoed in her ears again, sounding full of schadenfreude: "Your heart must be struggling, thinking I'm lying to you, while at the same time you're pondering, and reason tells you this should be true. You don't know who to believe, because Aiden deceived you on this matter."
"Shut up!" Jaina shouted.
She wanted to cover her ears, but it was useless.
'This is N'Zoth's conspiracy, not even a punctuation mark of its words can be believed!' Jaina kept emphasizing in her heart.
If she believed the other party's lies, she would definitely be dragged into the abyss!
No matter how reasonable the lies sound, they are still lies!
"You've already started to fear, fear that what I'm saying is true. Actually, you don't need to think that way at all. Because what I say doesn't matter at all, you don't need to believe me."
Jaina felt a new sense of doubt. She didn't think this was what a conspirator, an enemy trying to seduce her into depravity, should say.
"You don't need to believe me, because I haven't done anything, I just brought you here—the resource library! All of you were born here, this is the truth of the world! Azeroth? No, no, that's just a position simulated by virtual data. The you on it, that is, the you right now, are actually from here, from the projection of yourself in front of you. This is the real you, the sum of all the you in thousands of timelines! The true you!"
This time N'Zoth really wasn't lying, but the facts it spoke of were too shocking. The people here hadn't seen "The Matrix." Even those who had seen the movie or received related information would find it difficult to accept the fact that the world they had lived in for so many years was actually fake.
So no matter what, Jaina refused to accept it.
"Don't believe it? That's because your permissions aren't high enough! Do you want to see more evidence?" N'Zoth's voice was like the voice of a demon. It was a demon itself, even more terrifying than a demon.
The seeds of doubt had long been sown in Jaina's heart. These seeds were magnified tenfold, a hundredfold in the Nightmare Realm, and quickly took root and sprouted, so that Jaina couldn't control their growth at all.
"Show me!" Jaina couldn't believe it was her own voice. But she did it.
A mechanical system voice came from her ear: "Permissions elevated, the resource library is open to all browsing permissions."
Jaina couldn't fully understand the content of this mechanical voice, but that didn't hinder her operation. This time, she could browse the experiences of "Jaina Proudmoore" in all storylines in the resource library, from birth to death, all kinds of different endings could be seen.
Many scenes made her heart tremble. There was the heartbreak of failing to stop Arthas's massacre in Stratholme, the desolation of releasing the orcs and killing her own father, Daelin Proudmoore, the decisiveness of fighting Archimonde on Mount Hyjal, and the heartbreak when Garrosh destroyed Theramore with a mana bomb and Rhonin died to protect her...
She experienced various emotions. Those were all herself, but the more she saw, the more chilled she became.
"Patterned," she suddenly thought of such a word.
If she only reviewed her own experiences on this timeline, she would still find it rich and colorful. But when the experiences of Jaina from all timelines were presented before her, she saw her fate being controlled by an invisible hand. No matter what she did, she would eventually walk down a similar path.
What she did seemed to have been destined, unable to be changed.
How sad this was—could it be that her fate was never in her own hands?
Jaina was a little confused, but with her high achievements and status as a genius mage, she was definitely not lacking in wisdom. She felt that this might be an elaborately arranged "game" by N'Zoth. No matter how realistic it was, the ultimate goal was to make her doubt herself.
If she really did that, only N'Zoth would benefit!
At this moment, N'Zoth's voice sounded appropriately again: "Still think this is my trick? Then look around, look at others!"
Jaina only felt that her eyes seemed to become brighter. She sensed her surroundings and found that there were other projections of the same shape around her projection. Looking around, she couldn't see the edge!
She swept all the way and saw countless familiar or unfamiliar names: her brothers and sisters and parents, Arthas, King Terenas. Everyone she knew had a projection here. From kings and nobles to peddlers and hawkers, even some ghouls and skeletons had special projections because of their special shapes or experiences.
She checked those she cared about more and found that their experiences were the same as hers. In countless timelines, they existed in similar ways.
Looking further away, she also saw other "materials," not limited to intelligent races such as humans, dwarves, elves, and orcs, but also semi-intelligent races such as gnolls and kobolds, and even beasts, marine life, and giants. They all had their own models and projections.
Further away, even different kinds of vegetation appeared, what kind of environment they should grow in, when they should bloom and bear fruit, when they should wither and die...
She didn't know how long she looked, and even felt mentally exhausted—and then had to admit a fact, that everything that existed in the world seemed to be found in this resource library.
She even saw the Endless Sea, the Eastern Kingdoms, Kalimdor, and other continents and oceans!
Even gods could find models in the database, so what else was not under its jurisdiction?
Being smart enough, she could already think that by integrating these materials, she could create a brand new Azeroth, or Draenor, or any other planet!
Even if she was unwilling to believe N'Zoth, she couldn't help but start to doubt what the real world was like.
Could these things that N'Zoth showed her be real?
—
Aiden had already visited the resource library, and he knew even more than N'Zoth.
N'Zoth's own characteristics allowed it to connect to the resource library. It obtained countless important information from it, so its plans could always be interlocked. People saw one step, but it had actually taken more than a dozen steps forward.
If Aiden himself was not in the resource library, making it impossible for it to obtain information directly related to him, N'Zoth would probably not have failed so many times.
Of course, Aiden was at a completely different height from other heroes. He could understand the existence of the resource library and was very clear about the operating principles of the world, but others would not be so free and easy.
This time, N'Zoth opened the resource library for everyone to access, and it was actually very simple to get out of there—just ask the hero to indicate that they want to exit after the visit, and they could directly log out of the resource library. After all, that was not really N'Zoth's territory, it just had the ability to send the heroes over.
If the heroes themselves didn't want to leave, they would naturally be trapped in it.
After Aiden came out, he waited for a while before the second person came out. This Nightmare Realm lacked the concept of time, and Aiden could only use his subjective will to judge the time.
When the 109th hero came out, he waited for twice the longest interval before, but he didn't wait for the 110th hero to come out. At this time, Aiden decided not to wait any longer.
The situation was not good—a total of 264 heroes participated in this crusade, all of them were strong from Valoran and Azeroth, but nearly 60% of the people were trapped in this level.
But it was not bad—after all, more than a hundred people were not bound by the resource library, which showed that the people who came out were all strong in heart and firm in will.
It was better than Aiden expected.
"No more waiting, let's start the next action!" Aiden gathered everyone together.
"We are going to deal with N'Zoth's core—it is a semi-physical evil god, but it also has weaknesses. Its essence power is stored in a special place, as long as we can break through there, we can severely damage it!"
Aiden looked at Vel'Koz, "Lead the way, Vel'Koz!"
"Yes, Your Excellency!"
Before Aiden and the others came into N'Zoth's stomach, this evil god was preparing to digest Vel'Koz to plunder the other party's power essence and talent abilities.
Although Vel'Koz counterattacked immediately, the materialized tentacles extending from N'Zoth's body still sucked away part of its energy—and this energy became the best tracking target.
Vel'Koz did not die, this energy still had a sense of induction with its body, so it could directly find the place where N'Zoth's power essence was located.
N'Zoth discovered that the enemy was heading straight for its core, so naturally it could not let the other party succeed.
Wherever Aiden and the others passed, the black mist transformed into various terrifying nightmare behemoths. These behemoths were not like the kind that launched tentative attacks, which could only amplify negative emotions and had no actual attack power. They were composed of nightmare essence, just like the monsters that appeared on a large scale during the nightmare invasion, and would launch attacks with the power of nightmare.
This was a real battle. After a fierce fight, the heroes got closer and closer to the target.
The black mist in front of them became more and more deep, and when it surged, it transformed into countless hideous and terrifying images. A little red light Transparent from the black mist, just like a prehistoric behemoth hidden in it, ready to devour people at any time, making people feel chills.
"The front is N'Zoth's core!"
Vel'Koz stopped in front of this rolling black mist and said aloud.