"Well."
As the Blue Dragonflight scales were inserted, the female Dreadlord cried out in surprise, exhaled a long breath, and suddenly opened her eyes.
Meryl breathed a sigh of relief; luckily, things went as smoothly as the previous three times.
After breathing heavily for a long while, the Dreadlord Aegwynn sat up and examined his own body.
As an important member of the Burning Legion, the Dreadlord, known for his cunning and treachery, has a greater affinity for magic than humans.
Of course, Aegwynn didn't care. She simply raised her hand, and a Portal opened, sending a large number of Spellstealer Wyrm over and entering the Dreadlord's body.
It would take some time for Aegwynn to merge with the Spellstealer Wyrm, so she wasn't in a hurry. She climbed out of the coffin, stretched her limbs, and adapted to her new body.
"I've never understood how you escaped the distortion of your soul by the power of the Old Gods," Meryl asked in surprise.
Aegwynn smiled alluringly, "You should know, Medivh is gone."
Meryl jumped to his feet and muttered, "Who rescued Medivh?"
Aegwynn shook her head, indicating she didn't want to talk about it, and said with a wry smile:
"Everything I planned wasn't aimed at Jaina, but rather I was worried about Medivh finding out. Just like he would never let it go once he knew I had successfully escaped. Fortunately, everyone thought Jaina had killed me, so I had plenty of time to recover my strength."
The pact between Aegwynn and Meryl has lasted for nearly a thousand years. At a crucial moment, Meryl helped Aegwynn be reborn, and Aegwynn helped Meryl achieve everything he has today.
In this plan, even if Aegwynn defeats Jaina, she will be "killed" by the arriving Blue Dragonflight, and then use the opportunity to fake her death and regenerate.
Meryl murmured, "Has Jaina been reborn with the help of the Holy Light? Has her strength improved?"
Aegwynn shook his head and said regretfully, "To be honest, I'm disappointed. Jaina doesn't have many Holy Light spells she can use. If I hadn't deliberately held back, she would have died long ago."
A glimmer of hope appeared in Meryl's eyes. "So the Army of the Light won't invest too much?"
As an Undead, Meryl was extremely disgusted by the arrival of the Army of the Light. The Holy Light had a huge advantage over the Undead, and if the land was covered in Holy Light, Meryl would have no place to survive.
Aegwynn raised an eyebrow and poured himself a cup of tea. "You don't need to worry. If the Burning Legion were to descend, they would turn themselves against Azeroth, draining its strength. The Holy Light, on the other hand, is much more cunning. They'll instigate internal strife within Azeroth, relying on internal attrition. Naturally, the fewer Holy Light spells they teach, the better."
Meryl thought it made sense and slowly let out a breath:
It seems we all need to lie low for a while and observe the situation.
Aegwynn chuckled, "I know Jaina, I know what she's up to. I've tampered with Kalecgos's body; nothing she does can escape our notice."
The Plaguelands, the Light's Hope Chapel.
Lucas looked around in surprise as golden Holy Light descended from the sky, and all sorts of Constructs lined up in neat rows to receive the infusion of Holy Light.
"It turns out that the Construct's energy source is Holy Light, and it must replenish its energy regularly at the Light's Hope Chapel."
Lucas had some knowledge of the Holy Light; as a rural nobleman, he once dreamed of becoming a great Paladin like Tirion Fordring.
Although he spent a lot of money, unfortunately his talent for Holy Light was insufficient, preventing him from becoming a respected Paladin.
Fortunately, Lucas had learned several Holy Light spells, and with a thought, he tried to guide the Holy Light.
An astonishing scene unfolded: a Holy Light approached him, and his shattered soul was nourished by the Holy Light, like parched earth receiving a torrential rain.
Lucas saw this as an opportunity and frantically absorbed the Holy Light.
The Holy Light was quietly transforming Lucas's soul. His torn soul was being repaired, filled with golden radiance, and showing signs of gradually leaning towards becoming a being of the Holy Light.
"This is a miracle of the Holy Light! Thank you, Holy Light!" Lucas praised the Holy Light from the bottom of his heart.
Poor Lucas didn't know that miracles rarely happen to ordinary people; this was just a deliberate arrangement by certain people.
In the Light's Hope Chapel, Aman'Thul monitored Lucas through Magic Crystal, nodding repeatedly.
Lucas wasn't the only test subject; he was simply the one that worked best.
Jaina's voice came through the Communication Crystal beside her. "Kalecgos's body has been repaired. I wonder if our Holy Dragon Project will be successful?"
Aman'Thul replied, "I have obtained a perfect Holy Light attribute soul. Congratulations, Jaina, you will soon become Azeroth's first Holy Dragon Archmage."
Jaina laughed happily, "What Velen couldn't do, I've now accomplished. I wonder what he thinks."
Aman'Thul laughed, "You'll hurt Velen's fragile pride. Wait a few more days, until this soul has stabilized, then I'll give him to you."
Communication was terminated. Aman'Thul frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on Fording the Tirion Fordring Flesh-Eternal.
Whether Tirion Fordring was naturally like this or knew how to take advantage of the situation, the pain of having Tirion Fordring flesh cut off each time somehow became a source of enjoyment for him.
Aman'Thul suspected that Tirion Fordring was a masochist by nature, which bothered him, so he began to devise a new plan.
The first Holy Dragon of Azeroth, its soul must be a great advocate of the Holy Light.
Lucas returned to Fording the Tirion Fordring Flesh-Eternal resumed his daily work.
Lucas was different from before. The Holy Light had brought him great changes. Although he still couldn't control the Constructs, he could now obtain more information about the outside world through the Holy Light.
What delighted Lucas most was that he sensed Tirion Fordring's soul.
The great Tirion Fordring, Lucas's idol, was so moving that Lucas almost cried when he was able to get close to him.
In the perception of the Holy Light, Tirion Fordring's soul was like a golden lamp, its powerful Power of the Holy Light permeating the surroundings.
Lucas tried to communicate with Tirion Fordring's soul, and suddenly, a pair of golden eyes snapped open, illuminating Lucas's heart.
"Who are you?" Tirion Fordring asked.
"Success!" Lucas exclaimed with joy, "I am Lucas! You are my idol! I was trapped inside this Construct!"
"Turns out, you're just like me, a pitiful person."
Tirion Fordring sensed Lucas's excitement; he had plenty of ways to deal with such a naive young man.
"The heavens will not destroy Azeroth; this is all the Holy Light's arrangement, Lucas. You must find a way to escape; they intend to destroy Azeroth."
"Is it Jaina?" Lucas asked tentatively. "I heard her talking to a Draenei."
The unsuspecting Lucas recounted Jaina's conversation with "Amado" during the banquet.
Tirion Fordring listened thoughtfully, then deliberately spoke hastily:
"Listen carefully, Lucas. The Holy Light is great and holy, but it is now controlled by an Evil villain. The Draenei Amado and Jaina are merely pawns. This concerns the safety of Azeroth. You must find a way to gain your freedom and then inform the righteous people of Azeroth to fight for Azeroth."
"But I can't do it," Lucas said with a wry smile.
Tirion Fordring said regretfully, "Unfortunately, I'm trapped inside the Flesh-Eternal. Unless someone is willing to replace me, I can't escape."