Make Azeroth breathtaking

————————————Argus————————————————————

"Hmm... Heh..."

Beside Argus, several moons perpetually orbit this planet, now corrupted and distorted by fel energy. One of these planets has now welcomed a new master—a being with a colossal body, an enormous head, and a pair of terrifyingly large hands, radiating a chilling spiritual power. This being is now enthusiastically 'mixing' what lies before it.

"Why are you going to such lengths to find these 'meaningless' fragments, Eamon?"

The projection of the Destroyer stood beside his new right-hand man, looking down at his experiment with its head slightly lowered. In front of Amon, countless chaotic data surrounded some crystal-like cores, frantically gathering and dispersing, like insect eggs in the process of hatching.

"You've gone astray from the very beginning, Destroyer—you tried to analyze what 'emotion' is, and then put it into the variable calculations, but it's meaningless...."

After saying this, Amon raised his hand, slowly clenched his fist in the void a few times, grabbed several streams of data emanating from the nascent beings, stuffed them back in, and watched with satisfaction as these terrifying creations grew even stronger.

"Only in this way can we eliminate all variables."

"This variable cannot be excluded—therefore, I chose to use a variable to fight a variable—admittedly, these data themselves are incomplete, but with proper nurturing, they will become 'perfect'—as long as the quantity is sufficient, they can infinitely approach 'reality'."

“A very interesting idea…Eamon, but this quantity is far from enough….”

After reasoning it out in its own mind, the Destroyer understood Amon's plan. However, it also pointed out the biggest flaw in Amon's plan: quantity!

"You don't need to worry about that, Sargeras—you don't understand humans, and naturally, you don't understand the horrible things humans would do to their own kind if possible... However, you've reminded me that perhaps I should do something to make things a little more interesting..."

Because of his connection with Sargeras's Gift Data, Amon, who no longer considered himself a member of the human race, raised his claws and stretched them upwards, gently stirring the chaotic data floating above his head and sending countless pieces of information into cyberspace.

"Is this information the key to your plan?"

After briefly glancing at the messages sent by Amon, Sargeras reasoned that he had absolutely no idea what they meant for his plans.

"Do not."

Amon lowered his arm, a sinister glint in the depths of his pupils.

"This is just a minor move."

—————————————California, Blizzard Entertainment————————————————

"yawn......."

As usual, one of Blizzard's lead scriptwriters groggily got out of bed, slowly walked to the table, and began eating breakfast—a meal with a menu that hadn't changed in a long time. As former key employees of Blizzard, after World of Warcraft directly impacted the world and created a series of incredible miracles, even being linked to 'aliens,' these key employees, one by one, lost their freedom, were placed under house arrest in their former company, and subjected to daily interrogations. Although they had no worries about food and drink and didn't have any heavy labor, the uncertainty about the future had already overwhelmed them—what could be more disheartening than facing what they thought was known becoming unknown, and others blaming them for that unknown?

"..."

After lazily finishing breakfast, the script editor took out his laptop and began browsing the day's news. After quickly glancing at the World of Warcraft battle report, he turned to the next page, and then...

"This is... the mark of Amon from StarCraft?"

Staring at the emblem that appeared on his computer screen without warning, the script editor was slightly taken aback. Just as he was about to close the emblem, a very familiar face floated out from it.

"Eamon?"

If he was surprised before, he was now truly terrified—he knew very well that the website he was browsing would never include such an Easter egg, and with Azeroth currently using the global network to continuously improve itself and fight Sargeras, hackers had no opportunity to infiltrate and create Easter eggs. Therefore, the appearance of Amon's face could only mean one thing...

After a few seconds of silence, 'Eamon' spoke, his voice hoarse, evil, yet full of a certain 'temptation'.

"I am Amon, a human under Sargeras, please hear me out..."

54. The Curtain Falls on the Decisive Battle

"Pfft!!!"

While Amon was using his power to deliver his speech to internet users worldwide, the Great Tinker was in a conference room, planning the next battle with several leaders of Azeroth and a few Earth military figures. When she saw Amon's speech, the Great Tinker, who had long since become unfazed by any sudden change in the situation, sprayed Moonflower juice all over the table.

"Excuse my bluntness, but is this 'Aemon,' who has sided with Sargeras, a comedian?"

Seeing the Great Tinker's violent outburst, Garrosh, who thought the speech was quite substantial, quickly skimmed through it as well. As a result, the orc, who wasn't good at hiding his emotions, burst into laughter, pounding the table as he laughed.

"No, Garrosh."

Aside from Tennys, Iggy, who knew the second most about Earth, also realized the terrifyingly inflammatory nature of Amon's speech for many Earthlings. Following him, Prince Anduin, who often played Hearthstone and boasted with his fellow players, also understood the situation.

"You're already taking measures?"

"Our people are trying to stop its spread, but it's difficult, and we have reason to believe it has already spread."

Compared to the visitors from Azeroth, the Earth's officers were undoubtedly more aware of how lethal the speech was.

"Wait, you mean, there are actually Earthlings who would do this?"

“Garrosh, if you get to know Earthlings better, you’ll know that not just a few Earthlings do this, but many of them do it. If you’re interested, you can look up the reports from the World Health Organization, which is in charge of medical matters on Earth. According to their authoritative statistics, at least 700,000 people commit suicide on Earth every year.”

"Did they have something they were willing to sacrifice? Did they choose to keep a secret by dying?"

“No, Mr. Garrosh, the majority of the reasons for their suicides seem trivial to outsiders; perhaps just an argument could lead to such a tragedy.”

An officer spoke up, giving Garrosh an answer he couldn't understand.

"I...I find it hard to imagine...why? They had the courage to end their own lives, yet they used that courage to choose to run away?"

Garrosh pondered for a long time, but still couldn't understand why so many people in a place like Earth would choose to end their lives so rashly. In the orcs' eyes, those who had the courage to choose death must also have the courage to face challenges. However, the people of Earth clearly told him that the answer was not so!

How many suicides can you prevent?

After a moment of silence, Garrosh, who had given up on finding an answer to the question involving cultural differences, looked up at the UN representative and received the expected reply.

"Our people can only do their best."

"So, Sargeras will most likely also acquire a batch of 'reborn'? That's not good news."

Varian, understanding the implication in the Earthlings' words, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, frowning in thought. Admittedly, the combat strength of players and resurrected beings was worlds apart from that of Azeroth's regular army. However, the numerical advantage of players and resurrected beings perfectly compensated for this, allowing Azeroth to recklessly dedicate its vital forces to various crucial operations. If Sargeras were to acquire such warriors, then their advantage would be completely negated!

"The premise is that Sargeras can indeed carry out the operations promoted by this 'Amon'—in fact, so far, we haven't found a reason why Azeroth allows the dead to enter; perhaps this guy in Sargeras's shell is just making empty promises."

"We can't afford to gamble, Iggy... Nozdormu?"

Just as Varian was about to say something, he saw the projection of the bronze dragon appear in the conference room.

"I apologize for interrupting your meeting, but I have something very important to inform you all of Azeroth. Would you please return to the Council of Azeroth in Ratchet for a moment?"

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"What did you say?"

If Sargeras's attempt to incite people on Earth to commit suicide and become reborn members of the Legion had shocked Tannis, then the news Nozdormu has just released has left her feeling utterly distraught.

"There is an unusual force attempting to separate our world's timeline from that World of Warcraft Azeroth—a complete and utter separation, one that is no longer intertwined. This is what I have observed, and it has also been confirmed by Nozdormu, who has awakened in World of Warcraft Azeroth."

The Bronze Dragon King sat in his chair and calmly reported his findings.

"Can it be reinforced?"

"We've tried reinforcing it, but that can only delay things—without addressing that force, it's all just talk, Tennyson the Great Tinker. I understand your feelings about potentially losing a good source of raw materials, but frankly, maybe separation..."

"Separation is not a good thing at all until Sargeras and his legions are dealt with, Nozdormu."

Illidan opened his right hand, and emerald green evil flames surged in his palm. Within the evil flames, a cage was faintly visible.

"Recently, Sargeras's 'activity level' has increased, although not significantly. I compared the timeline and found that the rise of that Sargeras, who is basically not Sargeras except for his name and goals, matches the activity level of the Sargeras sealed in the cage of our world. I have no interest or intention to gamble on whether our Sargeras will break free after that Sargeras destroys Azeroth and dominates that world."

"As expected, although it's not Sargeras, it's still Sargeras. This is really..."

Having understood what Illidan meant, Tanis rubbed her temples and looked at Nozdormu again.

How much time do we have left to solve this problem?

"If that power doesn't increase further in half a month."

"Half a month..."

After silently weighing the options in her mind, Tannis made a decision.

"Gentlemen, we need to contact the Astral Consortium; we need their interdimensional portal."

"You're not planning to teleport, are you?"

"Yes."

———————————————World of Warcraft, Argus————————————————

"Wonderful...it's so wonderful...these so-called 'positive emotions' are wonderful!"

The colossal bronze demon sat upon its throne, its hands resting on the armrests, feeling the vast, boundless flow of data surging into its body, capturing the 'positive emotions' contained within. With each positive emotion it captured, it felt its power grow stronger.

"interesting...."

Beside Sargeras, Amon reached out, collecting the soul data that had been 'filtered' once from Sargeras's body. After extracting some of it, he allowed the soul data to enter the egg Sargeras had created. Watching Amon's actions, a cryptic light flashed in Sargeras's eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to make them better serve us, but aside from removing their positive emotions, dreamers aren't suited for us..."

As they spoke, an egg in front of Amon began to tremble violently. Under the watchful eyes of the two evil lords, the egg burst open with a pop, and a creature that was completely humanoid and looked like a beetle made of some kind of flesh and blood emerged from it. After shaking its tentacles, the monster knelt down in front of the two demons.

"I...succeeded. I will pledge my loyalty to you, and I will fight for you."

"very good..."

Seeing the reborn being completely shrouded in evil and negative emotions after being 'filtered' by both himself and Sargeras, Amon stretched out his finger and pointed to the other side of the void.

"Go, fight for the destroyers."

55. Immersive System

Earth, the United Nations, and the Special Operations Agency for World of Warcraft—the atmosphere is tense.

"Gentlemen, I have to tell you a terrible truth: the extreme bug-ridden program aggregate codenamed 'Destroyer' has indeed mastered a method we don't even fully understand—the means to allow the souls of those who have died in reality to enter the Sea of ​​Programs and submit to its control. If we don't do something to stop it, at the current rate of growth, in three months we will be facing a true army of 'artificial intelligence' capable of completely destroying our human electronic technology system!"

"Um....."

After listening to the spokesperson's report, a bureaucrat pondered for a few seconds before looking up.

"Can I understand that, now, relying solely on 'players,' the reborn individuals in the game who are still willing to fight for humanity, the immersive individuals we've placed under our surveillance, the NPCs whose 'artificial intelligence' is slowly awakening, and our allies from another world, we are no longer able to stop the advance of the destroyers?"

"Currently, the situation hasn't gotten that bad, but if left unchecked, three months—three months is the limit for things getting out of control. At that point, our people might not even be able to 'enter' the digital world of Azeroth, and it will completely become their spoils!"

"It won't even take three months, because we don't have enough means to block the information channels. Before long, this matter will be pushed to those who 'have the need'."

"Well, gentlemen, it seems I need to tweak my algorithm a bit... Also, here's some news from our allies; they seem to be preparing a more aggressive tactic."

"Their tactics are already aggressive enough..."