MTL - Stratholme God-v2 Chapter 1466 【Light Casting Naga】

   Chapter 1466 [Light Casting Naga]

News of    N'Zoth's fart spread outside Ny'alotha, to Uldum's positions, and to the entire Alliance.

   In just an hour, all the places in the alliance that were connected to the Internet and could receive the broadcast knew the news that the last ancient **** was killed by the hero group.

  I don't know how many people in the Alliance shed tears for this.

  It's not easy for him.

  The ancient gods jumped out one by one, and at every turn they created a crisis of extinction.

   Not to mention ordinary people, even a well-trained soldier, who is not worried?

  It's good now, one of the four ancient gods' "family" is one, and it's a neat fart.

   The people don't care that there was a fifth ancient **** in the past, and they don't care that Y'Shaarj is not resurrected at all, they only know that the sky is sunny!

"Oooo!"

   "Down with the ancient gods!"

   "Long Live the Alliance!"

  Who is crying?

  Who is playing the gongs and drums?

  Who is making great achievements in poetry?

   The frenzy of celebrating the victory easily infected everyone, who stopped what they were doing and rushed to the streets to dance and celebrate.

   "Today all bar drinks are free!"

"Oooo--"

  More soldiers ran into the warehouse screaming, took out the empty bombs used for the exercise and fired their guns to the sky to celebrate. As a result, a sand sculpture with a bad mind played with live ammunition, almost causing casualties...

The    screen returns to the scene of Ny'alosa.

   The Faceless who had the deepest connection with N'Zoth were basically sucked dry when N'Zoth exploded, leaving some evil seeds dormant in a corner of the city. But the rest of the non-lineage races, such as the mantid, qiraji, twilight dragons, etc., began to disperse with the fall of N'Zoth.

It's a pity that Ny'alotha is a semi-independent space, stuck with the only exit, and can't retreat back to the deeper space crack where N'Zoth originally stayed. These guys who try to run away, waiting for their final outcome is to perish .

   This is not something McDonald's has to deal with.

   "Lor'themar, Velen, the aftermath is left to you."

   "As ordered." The elf tool man bowed deeply and ran to work immediately.

  The draenei was just about to leave, when McDonald stopped him: "Your Excellency Velen, please stop for a while."

   "What else do you have to order, Your Excellency?" Brother Shenbang bowed again.

"There are no evil forces on the land that the planet Azeroth has explored now." Speaking of this, McDonald's eyes became stern: "But remember, the alliance is the alliance of the alliance people, and outsiders are not. Qualified to intervene in the affairs of the league."

   Maraad next to Velen: ? ? ?

   On the contrary, Velen bowed deeply: "Follow the teachings of the leader of the alliance."

  The three of the draenei walked away, and when there were no outsiders around, Yrel the Hoof asked in a low voice, "Teacher, the leader of the alliance means..."

   Velen lowered his voice: "Let the draenei remain independent and do not obey the will of the naaru in everything."

  Maraad was a little unhappy: "We have a ten thousand-year relationship with the Naru family, how can outsiders be provoked?"

Velen shook his head: "No, it's too much for you to understand this way. The Alliance is a fairly inclusive organization that respects the Holy Light doctrine and promotes Holy Light magic. What the Alliance is afraid of is the Naaru interfering in the Alliance's internal affairs through religion. It's actually a good thing for us draenei. Besides, for the first time in 10,000 years, we have been given a real place to live. The owner has requirements, which are reasonable and normal."

   "Understood." Hoof and Maraad agreed in unison.

   The three of them didn't know that McDonald's was already guarding against the absolute Holy Light fanatics of the [Holy Light Legion].

   Then, McDonald saw... Queen Azshara and her followers.

   "Thanks to my lord for giving us a new life. All the high elves must take the Stratholme Empire as their suzerain!" Queen Azshara looked miserable and a little funny.

   She was carried over on a stretcher by several male Nagas.

   I really don’t know how to say it. At a critical moment, N’Zoth withdrew all its power, absorbed the biological tissue it gave out, and exchanged for the strongest blow, but it was bombed by the main cannon left by the Titan.

  Under normal circumstances, those Naga whose powers have been withdrawn cannot survive. It's not that simple to correct a taboo thing like bioremediation.

  There is a premise for the Holy Light to repair the body-the body remembers what it was like before.

  If the body grows crooked, for example, the body remembers that it has a tail instead of feet, then the light or natural magic stimulates the body to grow back, it must be the tail.

   It has been ten thousand years since the Highborne fell into Naga. Their bodies have long since forgotten what it's like to be a Highborne, and it's okay to call their condition [DNA disorder].

  N'Zoth suddenly withdrew his power, and each of them became like human sticks, and under normal circumstances there was no help.

The key to    is that there is such a traveler who has personally been to the ancient battle, and the system also records the body data of Azshara and other high-level elves very conveniently and perfectly.

   A little bit of comparison with the current night elves, adding more element adaptive cells. The [body memory re-enactment] that mortals can't do, McDonald's has done. This is the 'resurrection' of the upper elves.

   Of course, this is only for the original Highborne who turned into Naga. After they fell, the Naga who were born on their own had no such physical memory. And N'Zoth's power extraction from this part of the Naga is more like a power squeeze, rather than the recovery of body tissue.

   Azshara came here wearing a blanket, and was so weak that he was completely soft-hearted.

   Most of the tissues in the body are regenerated at a high speed, and the whole body feels hollow to her, with a pair of skins empty.

   Even so miserable, could not hide the excitement and frenzy on the faces of her and her subordinates.

   Ten thousand years!

   A full 10,000 years!

   The most beautiful high-level elves in those days became ugly. I really don’t know how I got through this period of time.

   She declared her allegiance to McDonald on the spot.

  McDonald also feels that this is what it should be. Anyway, Azeroth is magical enough, and even the light-forged undead have come out, and there are not many [Light-forged Naga].

   Facing Azshara, McDonald raised his eyelids slightly: "You... can you still command the Naga?"

   Azshara's thoughts moved, and the spiritual network in her mind spread, and as always, she received a spiritual response that represented loyalty, and the voices of "See Your Majesty the Queen" continued.

   Originally, the upper elves were not a race with weak spiritual power. After they became Naga and mixed with N'Zoth, who was good at mind control, they developed a mind control system similar to the Lich King's remote control of subordinates.

   As the existence at the top of the system, Azshara's authority is absolute.

   She was sure.

   "Of course!" Azshara bowed her head deeply.

   "Very good! Remember, what I gave to you and your clan. I can take it back at any time."

   "My control over the Naga is absolute. My loyalty to His Majesty Stratholme is also absolute." Azshara hurriedly swore.

   (end of this chapter)