What is Aegwynn up to? It's definitely not just about Robbie helping to transport the crocodile's spine; there must be a conspiracy.
Robbie was puzzled; he was still wearing the mask that covered his face, so his expression was not visible.
Experiment 335 chewed on a piece of white spider meat with a bewildered expression.
Jaina remained calm, simply smiling faintly, "His Majesty the King shouldn't refuse, right?"
Experiment 335 stopped chewing, unsure of what to do, and simply stared at Robbie.
Robbie stood up and grabbed the massive, tens-of-meters-long spine, holding it as if it were nothing in his hand, which drew the attention of the soldiers, who were all amazed.
Aegwynn smiled and nodded. Although she was only wearing a simple black robe, she exuded a noble and elegant air. She led the way, as if walking on the wind, like a great monarch.
The so-called Aegwynn's Booty Bay was built underground in the mage tower. Vanessa had already scouted it out and found no magical traps, which was why Robbie dared to follow Aegwynn.
Robbie isn't afraid if he's facing his former Guardian alone.
In the dark basement of Theramore's Mage Tower, a stone slab slowly moves aside, revealing a pitch-black opening.
Aegwynn casually pointed, and the cave was suddenly illuminated, with precious Magic Gems lighting up. It was a wide Passageway that spiraled down into the depths of the underground.
At the end of the Passageway stood a sturdy stone door. Aegwynn muttered a few incantations, and the stone door slowly opened.
The force that opened the stone gate was not some kind of mechanism, but rather two Felguard with grotesque muscles, bound by chains at both ends, standing on either side like two gatekeepers, their mouths and noses spewing Flames, their fiery eyes like two bright lamps.
The Booty Bay vault was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, but soon lights began to appear. These were not Magic Gems or torches, but countless eyes, like twinkling stars, illuminating the entire vault.
The treasure vault was filled with the heads of Demons, all kinds of strange shapes and sizes. Hearing someone arrive, they all opened their eyes. The Demons' eyes gleamed, as if they were still alive, and they looked at the visitor with curiosity.
The Guardians ' collection was bizarre and varied. Some had faces like sheep, others resembled Kobold, or had features similar to humans except for three eyes. There were also snake or crocodile faces. Robbie recognized one of the Pit Lords, which was as big as a small mountain. Unfortunately, Robbie was unfamiliar with most of them and did not know what kind of Demons they were.
Aegwynn's expression was indifferent, and he said nonchalantly:
"Young human, you may know that some Demons possess incredibly tenacious vitality, able to survive even when only their heads remain. I have constructed a Magic Circle here, gathering magical power to sustain their existence. I often compel them to tell me the stories of their planets, their fascinating customs and traditions, their strange and wonderful races, and their magnificent history of civilization. Did you know that, young human, this treasure trove is a grand encyclopedia? These creatures are living books, allowing me to learn about the neighbors around Azeroth."
"The universe is filled with too many mysteries, countless incredible powers." Aegwynn's voice echoed in the Booty Bay room, Void and seemingly possessing a bewitching magic.
"These are the spoils of war I've collected over a thousand years, though only a small part of them. I love my job Guardian; I hunt Demons from various worlds, learning about their civilizations and histories. But as I slay more and more Demons, doubts begin to creep into my heart. I realize this is a bad sign, a self-doubt and a questioning of myself."
Aegwynn arrived at the remains of a Demons. Robbie recognized them as the remains of Dreadlord after its death. Dreadlords were a cunning race; they would not leave intact corpses after being killed.
Gazing at the remains, Aegwynn wore a look of remembrance, and said in a somewhat melancholic tone:
"This was the first real Demons I defeated, a female Dreadlord. She explained to me repeatedly that she wasn't there to invade Azeroth, but to conduct research. She even showed me her notebooks, which contained studies on water and soil. But I, in my youth, still chose to kill her. I still remember the Mercy in her eyes when she looked at me."
"Later I learned that Nathrezim could not be killed. About fifty years later, I saw her again. This time I did not attack, but had a long talk with her. For about half a year, we were good friends. She told me about the history of the Nathrezim Race. Not all Dreadlords are cunning Evil; most of them are good, but they are forced to serve the Burning Legion."
Robbie listened silently, wary of his former Guardian. His words might be true, but they might also conceal some traps, subtly changing Robbie's thinking.
"She's probably trying to corrupt my mind," Robbie silently warned himself.
Aegwynn stood before a gigantic, fish-like Demons head and said with some regret:
"This is also Demons from the Void, named the Fish Demon King. He comes from a world full of oceans and is a member of the Burning Legion. When I found him, he was floating on the ocean like an island, completely still. A group of Murlocs and Lobstrok lived on his body. He begged me to wait a while before killing him, as he wanted to help these Murlocs and Lobstrok find a new home. It was very touching."
"Later I gradually realized that even Demons have humanity, and not all of them are utterly wicked and unforgivable." Aegwynn continued walking forward, intermittently explaining the history of the Demons heads here to Robbie.
Robbie followed Anjing behind Aegwynn, not quite understanding the former Guardian's intentions.
Life is complex. It is indeed wrong to judge all members of a race simply by good and evil, but it is also ill-considered to defend a race based on the good and evil of its individuals.
Besides various Demons heads, Aegwynn's collection also includes a wide variety of weapons, armor, broken swords, and armor with Flames. Some of these items resemble firearms or lightsabers, but most are Demons weapons.
Aegwynn stopped once again before a magnificent two-handed greatsword, a weapon with a distinct Vrykul style. Gazing at the greatsword with its slowly flowing magic, Aegwynn wore an incredibly complex expression.
"This sword is called Strom'kar, the Warbreaker, and it was Emperor Thoradin's weapon." Aegwynn took a deep breath and said with a hint of sarcasm, "I stole it from the hands of the aged Emperor Thoradin."
"Stolen?" Robbie looked surprised.
Emperor Thoradin, one of the greatest monarchs in human history, lived nearly three thousand years ago. He was the first ruler to unify humanity. He led mankind to defeat the Amani Trolls, forged a pact with the High Elves, and won vast lands, marking the formal rise of humankind.
Aegwynn gave a complicated look and smiled sarcastically:
"Emperor Thoradin was once my most admired hero. I traveled back to the time of Emperor Thoradin with the power of the Bronze Dragonflight, only to discover how hypocritical and boring history is, filled with lies. In that era, humanity had not yet risen to power; most humans were enslaved by the Troll Amani Horde, with only a small number of free individuals living a life of Wilderness and hardship in the wild."
"Emperor Thoradin was raised by a Troll lord. Because of his exceptional intelligence and strong physique, he gained the lord's favor. This ambitious Troll lord wanted to train Thoradin to become a great general, so that one day he could lead the human army and help him conquer all of Azeroth. Does that sound familiar?"
"Thrall!" Robbie whispered.