Antonidas plans to first communicate with Archimonde to discuss the terms of cooperation.
He shared this idea with Jaina.
Jaina was stunned. This was completely unexpected and not part of her plan at all.
According to previous theories and experience, communicating with a great Demons is not an easy task. Many sorcerers who have studied Necromancy have exhausted their entire lives but still find it difficult to find the right method.
Like summoning Demons, it's a low-probability event. Without guidance from experienced players, it's entirely based on luck. Even if you manage to communicate occasionally, you'll face the challenge of language barriers and see almost no benefit.
Therefore, mages would rather gamble on summoning Demons. If the summoning is successful, the Demons's arrival will bring them huge rewards. The magical knowledge and powerful strength possessed by the Demons are what attract mages.
It can be said that a considerable portion of the spells and cultivation methods of mages originated from Demons.
Antonidas hadn't originally considered communicating with Archimonde; after all, he was old, his thinking wasn't flexible enough, and he relied too much on experience. The young Rhonin, on the other hand, had a wild idea and created Magic Circle to communicate with Demons, not expecting it to work, but just hoping it might come in handy. Coincidentally, the Book of Medivh contained the corresponding incantation.
The coincidences were too great, and Jaina didn't know what to do. If Archimonde said something, all their efforts could be in vain.
But Jaina couldn't stop Antonidas, so she had to find an excuse to leave and immediately head to Karazhan to report the matter to Medivh.
Jaina's departure left Antonidas somewhat bewildered. Without seeking help, he activated the Demons communication Magic Circle by himself.
The Magic Circle resembled a giant compass, covered with obscure Runes. Magic Circle activated, countless Magic Gems lit up, like stars in the night sky.
The Magic Gems illuminated countless rifts leading to the Void. These rifts were created by the misuse of magic, and there were simply too many of them. In addition, they were constantly changing; some slowly disappeared, while new ones were constantly being formed. No one could figure out which worlds these rifts led to.
Only with specific incantations and the correct coordinates can you get a response from the other side.
Antonidas unfurled the Book of Medivh and began to decipher the Magic Symbols within. The incantations for communicating with the Legion were complex, resembling a series of codes. Each school of mages had its own unique symbols, but fortunately, the Guardians ' spell system was inherited from Dalaran, allowing Antonidas to quickly decipher their meaning.
"Dara, Poya, Kasio."
Antonidas chanted obscure incantations, which were deciphered by the Magic Circle, forming a series of magical fluctuations. These fluctuations were amplified by the Magic Circle and then transmitted through space to the designated Spatial Rift.
Before long, there was a response from within the rift, and a stream of magic entered the communication Magic Circle.
A clear image appeared in the center of the Magic Circle: a seductive Succubus with a delicate face, sharp demonic horns, and full breasts. The Succubus stared at Antonidas for a while, then spoke in several languages.
Antonidas listened attentively, noting that some of the words were in the lost languages Azeroth, until he spoke the currently popular Human Common. Only then did he nod, Succubus smiled and introduced herself.
"I am Andarina, assistant to Archimonde, Highlord of the Burning Legion. How can I help you, distinguished guest from another world?"
"Impressive!" Antonidas thought to himself, admiring her. This Succubus was beautiful and talented; her Mastery in various languages and her vast knowledge base alone were enough to overwhelm Antonidas.
Archimonde is quite lucky to have a beautiful Succubus assistant. Antonidas is particularly envious, after all, at his age, he's already too old for her. Of course, this Succubus is far too large; if she were actually standing in front of him, she could devour Antonidas with a single bite.
"I am Azeroth Continent, the Archmage of Dalaran Antonidas. I wish to speak with Lord Archimonde about inviting the Burning Legion to the Azeroth Continent as guests."
The adorable Succubus tilted her head, thought for a moment, picked up a pair of glasses, put them on, opened a thick stone tablet book beside her, found a certain page, nodded, and asked, "Excuse me, are you Medivh's friend?"
"A friend of Medivh's?" Antonidas was puzzled and could only reply, "Sort of."
"Lord Archimonde is very busy lately. You only need to activate the summoning Magic Circle at the scheduled time," the Succubus said, her red lips parting slightly, her voice beautiful and melodious.
"Medivh entrusted this matter entirely to you, which shows how much he trusts you."
"What? Full power of attorney?"
Hearing the Succubus's reply, Antonidas was Thunder. At this point, how could he not know that he had been tricked? Thrall's complaints, Jaina's grievances, and the "stolen" Book of Medivh were all an act.
Although Antonidas was old, he was not senile; he knew he had to remain calm at this moment.
Medivh did this simply because he didn't want to waste Karazhan's mana reserves, and even more so, he didn't want to bear the infamy of summoning the Burning Legion. After all, opening the Dark Portal had brought in the Orcs, causing widespread devastation, which had already made people suspicious of Medivh, and he had barely managed to cover it up.
What should we do? Immediately reject Medivh and cooperate with the Scourge?
No, no, this is an opportunity, a golden opportunity, I absolutely cannot let it slip by.
Antonidas had made up his mind: what did he hope to achieve at his age?
He hasn't lived long enough, with his long lifespan and greater power. He still has a long way to go on his path to the truth of magic, and he needs time.
"I must see Archimonde. It's important, please convey my message," Antonidas said earnestly.
The Succubus took off her glasses, revealing a troubled expression:
"I can see you're an old man; by human lifespan, you don't have many days left. But I must emphasize that I have lived far longer than you. Ten thousand years ago, when Lord Archimonde invaded Azeroth, I was already his assistant. I must warn you, it's best not to disturb Lord Archimonde; it's not a wise move."
He was actually looked down upon by a Succubus.
"What if I insist?" Antonidas said stubbornly.
"Very well, I will report this to Lord Archimonde. I hope you won't regret it."
The Succubus's image disappeared, and soon after, a new image appeared.
Archimonde the Defiler, his enormous face almost filling the entire image, this terrifying great Demons stared intently at Antonidas. Faced with this Nightmare horror, Antonidas's heart nearly stopped beating.
"Human, would you like to talk to me?"
Archimonde's eyes blazed with fire. Antonidas had heard countless tales about Archimonde. He didn't seem Evil; rather, he displayed a utter contempt for life. Countless lives were insignificant in his eyes, and destroying a world would be as easy as crushing an ant.
Evil is no longer enough to describe Archimonde.
"Great Archimonde." Antonidas was utterly stunned, his clothes almost soaked with sweat.
"I need some reward," Antonidas stammered.