The Burning Legion has destroyed countless worlds and witnessed all sorts of incredible civilizations.
Magtheridon had never seen anything like it before.
"If civilization exists in this world, it must be quite terrifying; they have tamed energy." Magtheridon looked at Vandel with burning eyes.
The inexperienced Vandel didn't realize how serious it was, shrugging and saying, "Perhaps it's just a natural phenomenon."
Magtheridon took a step forward, and with his massive size, the earth should have trembled beneath his feet.
Nothing happened on this land.
When Magtheridon lifted his foot, the weeds he had trampled returned to their original state.
"You have no idea what this means. Holy Light, Shadow, Fel, Arcane, Life, and Death—these are the six fundamental energies that constitute this universe, and no one has ever conquered them. Just as we Pit Lords are merely users of Fel, relying on the instincts in our blood and the rules discovered by our predecessors to control Fel, we have never known what Fel is like. We think we have conquered Fel, and therefore we are complacent. A more accurate statement would be that Fel has conquered us."
The Pit Lord, who was talking at length, resembled an old scholar.
Vandel stared thoughtfully at the weeds that had sprung up again behind Magtheridon.
The lush green grass stood upright, completely unaffected by the Fel, and Magtheridon's heavy pressure had no effect whatsoever.
Magtheridon raised his head and looked around, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "Lord Sargeras once said: I came, I saw, I fought, I conquered. But what have you felt in this world?"
Vandel reached out and plucked a leaf, then crumpled it into a ball.
As soon as I let go, the leaves returned to normal, as if no one had ever touched them.
Vandel took a deep breath. "I'm starting to wonder if this is all an illusion, a dreamlike illusion, that we've all been hypnotized and are in a world like the Emerald Dream."
Demon Hunters have conducted similar experiments, and no matter what they do, it has no effect on the world whatsoever.
"Perhaps we were hypnotized as soon as we stepped through that Portal, lying face up on the desolate earth, entering an unreal dream," a Demon Hunter analyzed.
Magtheridon glanced at everyone with disdain and said, "I admit that you Demon Hunters are very strong, comparable to the Legion's most elite Warriors, but you lack far too much experience in conquering the world. More than ten thousand years ago, an Eredar Mage developed a method that could help us distinguish whether we are in a dream."
The Demon Hunters, including Vandel, showed great interest. It must be said that Magtheridon was a seasoned master of world destruction.
"Watch closely, Demon Hunters, my performance is about to begin."
Magtheridon raised its front paws, stood upright, and supported its body on only its two hind legs.
Magtheridon a deep breath, the air whistling loudly as if it were coming from a broken bellows.
Immediately afterwards, Magtheridon performed a difficult move, raising all four legs and supporting its body only with its thick tail, spinning rapidly like a top.
A spinning Pit Lord.
A strong wind howled, and a straight tornado danced alongside Magtheridon.
The Demon Hunters were dumbfounded. Less than a minute later, Magtheridon collapsed to the ground, dizzy and weak, saying:
"If I were in a dream, I could last an hour. Don't worry about the underlying principles; even the Eredar Mage invented this method didn't explain it clearly."
I don't know if this method will work, but one thing is certain: it's somewhat useless against Pit Lords.
"So we're not in a dream?" Although Vandel was completely baffled, seeing how desperate Magtheridon, he could only admit that he was right.
"Do you think I'm performing a circus act?" Magtheridon stood up angrily, his body swaying unsteadily, needing a moment to rest before he could walk again.
"Lord Illidan has decreed that no matter what happens, we must not give up," Vandel gave the order.
The group began to head towards the forest. Ahead, a creature that looked like a deer curiously watched the newcomers.
Magtheridon hurled his War Glaive, striking the deer squarely in the belly. Magtheridon laughed heartily, pulled out the War Glaive, and tossed the deer into his mouth, devouring it.
Seeing Vandel's worried expression, Magtheridon smiled:
"Rest assured, our Pit Lords ' stomachs are filled with Fel Flames; they will absolutely not be poisoned."
However, after chewing only a few times, Magtheridon stopped, his mouth empty except for his teeth rubbing against each other.
The deer that Magtheridon had just swallowed reappeared ahead, watching the group warily.
"Give up, all our actions are pointless." Vandel shook his head.
A Demon Hunter took out some rations and ate them; foreign items, on the other hand, had no problem with him.
"A powerful Order bound the energy of the entire world," Magtheridon concluded. "I wonder what kind of beings created such a magnificent civilization."
Once inside the forest, everyone became even more cautious.
The dense forest, covered in green vines, prevented Magtheridon's body from moving through it, so he transformed into a strong Legion soldier.
On the vines, a group of small animals that looked like squirrels chirped and squeaked, the leader, with red ears, pointing at Magtheridon and making squeaking sounds, as if mocking him.
Magtheridon furious, but considering he couldn't harm anything here, he had no choice but to swallow his anger.
A large, green snake, as thick as a bowl, coiled on a tree branch, looking up at the crowd. It had a bright red horn on its head and seemed to have wisdom in its eyes.
"I wonder how the animals in this world eat," a Demon Hunter muttered curiously.
"We have abandoned traditional eating methods and now feed on pure energy." A strange voice reached everyone's ears.
"Who is it?" Vandel warily grabbed his Warglaive and scanned his surroundings with his Spectral Sight.
"Don't be nervous, Night Elves, I'm right in front of you," the voice said in a friendly tone.
"You know I'm Night Elf?"
How could a completely unfamiliar world, a civilization of other races, understand the language of Azeroth and know of the existence of the Night Elves?
"If you weren't Night Elf, I wouldn't bother with you at all," the voice chuckled.
Magtheridon suddenly screamed as vines wrapped around his limbs, suspending him in mid-air.
"Don't be nervous. Night Elves and Pit Lords are merely inefficient users of Fel. Apart from their enormous size and inherently brutal nature, they are utterly useless. I don't know why Sargeras would favor them," the voice continued.
"You know Sargeras?" Vandel frowned. This strange civilization was not isolated; it had exchanges with the outside world.
Having seemingly seen through Vandel's thoughts, the voice explained:
"A civilization that develops in isolation is doomed to perish. We place great importance on communication with the outside world; our eyes and ears are everywhere in the universe."
"I think I've found you." Vandel nimbly leaped onto the vines and nodded to the horned snake.
"Heh, you actually figured it out, clever Night Elf."
The green unicorn serpent arched its body docilely, exposing its neck, and sat a cat with eerie blue eyes.
"Hello everyone, you can call me Mr. Bigglesworth."
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