At this point, Agamaggan's arrival was complete, and after the transformation of its flesh and blood, it was reborn.
A massive body, as large as a small mountain, with thick, sharp fangs, powerful hooves, and a back covered in thorns and spikes.
This Legendary, immortal giant boar possessed unparalleled physical strength. It once lived freely on the land, its size increasing with the passage of time and continuous feeding, before gloriously sacrificing itself in the War of the War of the Ancients against the Burning Legion.
The rebirth of Agamaggan was no simple matter. The priests of the Quilboar had secretly prepared for it for hundreds of years, and dozens of generations of Quilboar had painstakingly collected bloodstone, which was formed from the blood of Agamaggan. They secretly collected it and extracted its essence, which is why there are those giant vines summoned by Carl Thornrib.
Unfortunately, the Barrens had changed. Due to the climate change, vegetation gradually thinned out, becoming increasingly desolate. Large numbers of creatures died, and there were no longer any large creatures suitable for Agamaggan to descend upon, thus the situation was indefinitely delayed.
The arrival of Thrall, the Mushan Beast, gave the Quilboar hope.
Agamaggan stared wide-eyed at Aegwynn, who was floating in the air. The powerful magical storm made Aegwynn feel fear, and all the thorns on his back stood up like a dense forest.
He caught a familiar scent from the Spellstealer Wyrm that swarmed within Aegwynn's body.
"I smell the Burning Legion on you. Can anyone tell me what that means?"
Agamaggan roared, his limbs kicking restlessly in the dirt, for he had not forgotten the hatred between himself and the Legion from ancient times.
This Demigod had been listening to the Quilboar's prayers, but unfortunately, the Quilboar's primitive civilization failed to convey any useful information to Agamaggan in time.
Carl Thornrib brandished his staff and respectfully addressed Agamaggan, the god of the Quilboars. "Great Agamaggan, this damned woman is Demons, she is a lackey of the Burning Legion, Azeroth needs your help."
Aegwynn knew perfectly well that the Spellstealer Wyrm within her had been fed and raised with Demons power, most of which came from Demons Burning Legion. Aegwynn looked directly into Agamaggan's eyes:
"Times have changed, Agamaggan. This is not a place for you. The Wild God have faded into history. You do not belong to this era. Go back to your slumber."
How powerful is a Wild God? Agamaggan once challenged Archimonde's Adjutant, the Pit Lord Mannoroth. It's said that Mannoroth was killed by Grom Hellscream, and even killed twice. With Aegwynn's level of power, he can certainly understand that it's a joke, just propaganda and hype by the Orcs to glorify themselves.
The formidable Pit Lord Mannoroth, even if he lay still and slept soundly, Grom Hellscream could not kill him even after a year and a half of hacking at him.
Aegwynn was very confident in her abilities, but she dared not underestimate the power of the Wild God. With her rich combat experience, Aegwynn knew very well that confidence and courage were the keys to victory.
She carefully crafted her words, attempting to undermine Agamaggan's confidence and add Scales to her own victory.
Agamaggan opened its maw wide, creating a sudden gust of air. Dozens of Orcs, unable to dodge in time, were swallowed by Agamaggan's mouth. The war god of the wilderness, tasting the Orcs, was suddenly startled:
"It's that familiar feeling, the power of Mannoroth, the Pit Lord. Has the Burning Legion become so unrestrained? As long as I, Agamaggan, live, I will never allow the Burning Legion to wreak havoc on Azeroth."
Carl Thornrib was overjoyed upon hearing this. Agamaggan was indeed as legendary as Legendary, hating evil and irreconcilably opposed to the Burning Legion. She hurriedly said, "There is a city on the eastern coast called Orgrimmar, inhabited by a large group of these green-skinned Orcs who smell like Mannoroth. They are the minions of the Burning Legion."
Agamaggan:
"What are those Elves doing? How could they allow the Burning Legion's power to infiltrate? Yes, the Well of Eternity exploded, the Sundering, Queen Azshara sank into the sea... Damn it, I seem to remember something."
"Foolish Agamaggan, haven't you realized it yet?" Aegwynn's voice carried a certain magic as she spoke with a mocking tone, "Ten thousand years have passed, and your wisdom has not grown in the slightest. Who is manipulating you, instigating the war against the Burning Legion? You have annihilated countless Legion soldiers. What lies behind this conspiracy? Can't you see it clearly?"
Agamaggan fell silent. After his flesh and blood were reborn, a vast amount of memories returned, making his Agamaggan was in his soul state. This allowed him to recall some ancient events and vaguely sense some conspiracies.
"Think about it, for ten thousand years, the Highborne, Queen Azshara had so many powerful Archmages under her command, Pain Suppression the Old Gods and preventing them from making any rash moves. They were just one step away from permanently eliminating these threats to Azeroth. Who destroyed all that hope? Who caused the Well of Eternity to explode, causing the Sundering?"
Agamaggan unconsciously took a step back, his heart trembling.
"It was you, you Wild God! Those schemers manipulated you, instigating war against the Legion. You and your Dragon companions had no idea what you had done wrong. It was all a conspiracy. The Elves fell into a trap, developing Mana Addiction, abandoning the Arcane that could threaten the Old Gods, and choosing the poisonous forces of nature instead. Go back, Agamaggan. We all know that after the defeat ten thousand years ago, Azeroth has no hope. The Old Gods are secretly gathering power, preparing to break the seal. Once they return to the mortal realm, we will all die."
Agamaggan breathed heavily, unwilling to give in. Although he had begun to doubt himself, he wouldn't easily surrender. "You think this is the end? I've returned, and no one can stop me! I've had enough of this eternal life without reincarnation, without breath, without food, without warmth. Die, you worm!"
Aegwynn smiled; she had successfully cast a shadow over Agamaggan's mind. When Agamaggan declared he would fight for himself, the Scales of victory had tipped in Aegwynn's favor.
This was a battle between the former Guardian and the Wild God. Everyone involved in the melee wisely stopped fighting to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
On the Horde side, Cairne Bloodhoof, Vol'jin, Jaina, and the few remaining Orcs protected Thrall as they retreated towards the back of the Green Shade Inn.
Herzrul Bloodmark, Magatha Grimtotem, Karga Thornrib, and the Ice King Amenar each led their tribesmen and retreated in the opposite direction from the Green Shade Inn, leaving ample space between them.
A bleating sheep, with a fish in its mouth, also retreated.
Suddenly!
Agamaggan spewed out a green, poisonous mist, highly corrosive, which stripped away the magical storm surrounding Aegwynn layer by layer.
Aegwynn remained calm, unleashing a torrent of Frost power from the sky. The frost froze the terrifying poisonous mist, turning it into a green hailstone that fell to the ground.
Agamaggan looked up at the sky filled with magical energy. This terrifying celestial phenomenon was like a thick, dark cloud. He didn't know what was hidden within the cloud of magic, but he knew it was Aegwynn's source of magic.
Breathing in and out the breath of nature, Agamaggan suddenly exhaled a gust of wind.
A terrifying tornado appeared, piercing the heavens and the earth, accompanied by howling and wailing sounds. Black clouds covered the sky, blocking out the sun's rays, plunging the world into darkness, accompanied by countless Gale Lightning, as if it were the end of the world.
Aegwynn stood firm in the Gale, knowing full well that this wasn't the power of Agamaggan, but a small trick stemming from an understanding of the laws of nature—using leverage to alter the natural world.
With the help of the power of heaven and earth, and the power of nature, Agamaggan successfully dispelled the clouds of magical energy in the sky.
"Not bad, Agamaggan. It seems you've grown quite a bit in these ten thousand years." Aegwynn showed approval. Agamaggan's power was beyond her imagination, but that was no match for the former Guardian.
Aegwynn's golden hair fluttered in the wind as she waved her staff, and almost simultaneously, eight purple Portals appeared in the air.
This represents eight sources of magic, distributed across eight mana nodes in Azeroth, constantly spewing forth magical power.
Agamaggan immediately became cautious. Humans, with their tiny bodies, have limited magical power. Agamaggan, possesses an enormous physical body and greater endurance, making combat his forte.
Queen Azshara was incredibly powerful ten thousand years ago because she had the Well of Eternity as her backing.
At this moment, Aegwynn does not have the Well of Eternity, but the supply of mana from the eight mana nodes has a similar effect, making her mana almost limitless.
After receiving the mana supply, Aegwynn was once again surrounded by a storm of mana.
Then, Arcane, Frost, Flame —countless spells rained down on Agamaggan. There were no particularly extraordinary spells, but Guardian Aegwynn's spells were almost all instant-cast, and she could multitask, casting multiple spells simultaneously. Agamaggan had the feeling that she was fighting a group of mages.
Breathtaking spellcasting skills, powerful magical control, multitasking, and effortless spellcasting.
After reading it, Robbie had to admit that without knowing the weakness of Aegwynn's Spellstealer Wyrm, he had no hope of defeating this crazy and powerful woman.
Although each spell was not very powerful, the accumulated damage was considerable. Agamaggan roared angrily, the thorny vines on his back withered, and his strength gradually waned under the barrage of attacks.
Agamaggan's first thought was to escape. Having just been reborn, his physical strength was far from returning to its peak. His ten thousand years of cultivation had not been in vain. Given more time, he could cultivate a body even stronger than before.
However, Aegwynn saw through his intentions. If Agamaggan left, Orgrimmar would be in danger, Aegwynn could not protect this Orcs city forever.
Her hands moved swiftly, making several very complex gestures, and a purple orb of light appeared in Aegwynn's hands. In the center of the orb, thread-like magic swirled, and Agamaggan's figure gradually became clear.
This is the Burning Legion's model Magic Circle.
Agamaggan trembled violently; he knew very well that once the magic was complete, he would have no way to escape.
As Wild God, Agamaggan's massive body is also a source of magic.
The principle behind Aegwynn's magic was to analyze the composition of Agamaggan's magic, find its weaknesses, and then create a chain reaction, like dominoes, causing Agamaggan to die from the backlash of his own magic, just as Archimonde destroyed Dalaran with a single spell.
"I can't let this woman complete the magic," Agamaggan warned himself.
"I really don't want to do this!" Agamaggan sighed helplessly. "I'd rather run away like a coward than use this magic. Human, you forced me to do this."