Every Wild God has their own dignity. They believe they are unique beings, even if their current power is incomplete and they still have a long way to go in their pursuit of the power of the True God.
But the future is full of hope, Wild Gods are very confident in themselves.
Agamaggan lies in his powerful physique, while magic is his weakness, which is why he is so eager to be reborn.
However, Agamaggan cannot function without the support of magic, because due to gravity, he would surely be crushed by his own weight without the support of magic.
Helplessly shaking his massive head, Agamaggan was extremely unwilling, but faced with Aegwynn's overwhelming power, he had no choice.
A crescent moon appeared above his head, the dark clouds and Thunder Lightning, and although it was still daytime, for some reason, the two bright moons of Azeroth appeared faintly in the sky.
The larger one is named Elune, and the other is Evil Moon Blue Child.
The bright moonlight from Elune descended from the sky, shining upon Agamaggan. Mysterious energy washed over his body, altering the composition of his magical power.
"This is the power of Elune, the Moon Goddess."
Aegwynn's blue eyes narrowed slightly; she became cautious and quickly stopped casting the spell.
The principle behind the model Magic Circle stems from an understanding of magic, Aegwynn could clearly understand the composition of magic within Agamaggan's body. However, Aegwynn was powerless to help Elune, the most mysterious and legendary True God in Azeroth's Legendary, as this was beyond her comprehension.
"A proud Wild God, how dare you accept Elune's blessing! Where is your dignity and honor?"
Aegwynn's voice was grating as she hovered in mid-air, looking down at him with utter sarcasm.
Agamaggan lowered his head slightly, seemingly ashamed. He was very proud and always believed only in his own power. Using Elune's power made him feel ashamed.
"I didn't want this, human, but you've forced me into a corner, leaving me no choice but to abandon my dignity to fight you. How can you withstand the boundless power of Elune? Run away, human, you've already lost."
Bathed in moonlight, Agamaggan's power was boundless. Cleansed by the Moon Goddess's power, his figure became even more graceful, full of natural beauty, and the thorns on his back grew joyfully, like javelins.
Green Magic Circles appeared on Agamaggan's four hooves, and the power of nature slowly lifted his massive body, making him float in mid-air and look directly at Aegwynn.
Eight powerful Moonfire descended from the sky, instantly destroying Aegwynn's Portal.
Having lost the source of her magic, Aegwynn remained perfectly calm, merely offering a faint smile:
"Don't think you've won, little boar. You don't understand the true power of the Guardians at all."
Aegwynn looked at Agamaggan with a smile, and a vibrant green appeared in her palm:
"You made the worst choice, little boar. If I were to control you with just your physical strength, it would take me a lot of effort, but you shouldn't have used Elune's power."
A gigantic green dragon head appeared behind Aegwynn, its face identical to that of a real Dragon. Agamaggan felt a sense of disorientation; the dragon head's power was comparable to that of the Green Dragon Ysera.
As expected of the former Guardian, Robbie was astonished to see this dragon head. Aegwynn had cultivated the Spellstealer Wyrm to such a level that it could rival a true Dragon King.
The green dragon head swayed slightly, and a small crescent moon appeared on its head.
"Little boar, now, I, like you, have received Elune's blessing." Aegwynn smiled radiantly, her beauty captivating in the bright moonlight.
Agamaggan was jolted awake; he realized he had been defeated.
When both receive Elune's blessing, the competition becomes a battle of magical control; using the same amount of mana, who can deal more damage?
In the use of magic, Aegwynn far surpasses Agamaggan.
The power of the Moon Goddess surrounded Aegwynn. She was in no hurry to destroy Agamaggan, but instead used words to undermine his confidence, a tactic Aegwynn excelled at.
"I don't know how strong Elune is, after all, she has never shown her strength in the material plane. The most powerful natural forces that Elune belongs to in the Material Plane are White Stag Malorne and Cenarius the Forest Demigod. I have never taken that father and son seriously. As for you, Agamaggan, you are far inferior to them."
"You are showing contempt for a Wild God, unforgivable."
Agamaggan bowed slightly, the vines on his back whistling like a jungle, and sharp thorns raining down on Aegwynn.
"Too weak, too weak."
Aegwynn moved her fingers slightly, and sturdy thorny vines wove into a net that wrapped around her body, blocking all attacks.
Carl Thornrib, watching from below, sighed deeply. She felt a profound sense of defeat. This Quilboar priest had poured almost her entire life's effort into her research on the thorny vines, yet it was no match for Aegwynn's casual spellcasting.
Agamaggan was enraged. He snorted, and brilliant rays of light rained down from the sky. He knew that the enemy he was facing was extremely powerful, so he directly used Meteor Shower, and fragments of stars rained down on Aegwynn.
Aegwynn remained calm and composed. The human body was incredibly fragile; even if she were Lich, a mere fragment of a star would instantly turn her to ashes upon contact. However, she was extremely confident in her mastery of magic.
After a series of dazzling gestures, the star fragments were all redirected and instead hurtled towards Agamaggan.
Agamaggan was immediately in a sorry state. His body was too large to avoid all the star fragments, and wound after wound appeared on his strong body, dripping with blood.
Aegwynn constantly shifted his position, like a fleeting ghost, sometimes appearing in front of Agamaggan, sometimes behind him, casting spells as if strolling in a garden, while simultaneously undermining Agamaggan's faith with words.
"Agamaggan, you are too naive. If Elune is True God, why didn't she destroy the Old Gods? If the Old Gods were destroyed, neither the Titans nor the Burning Legion would have any reason to lay their hands on Azeroth. You have lived these endless years in vain, still unable to see the turbulent undercurrents hidden behind this."
The star fragments severely injured Agamaggan. He originally possessed amazing regenerative abilities, but Agamaggan was surprised to find that his regenerative powers had become ineffective.
Green plants were growing in the wounds caused by the shards of starlight.
"The power of nature is poisonous," Aegwynn said smugly. Under her control, the plants in Agamaggan's wounds continued to take root, penetrating his flesh and blood, and competing with him for the power of nature within his body.
Agamaggan greatly alarmed. He realized that if he did not relinquish the power of nature, he would soon become lush vegetation. But without Elune's blessing, how could he possibly fight against Aegwynn? This put him in a dilemma.
Aegwynn's voice kept reaching Agamaggan's ears, deliberately disturbing his mind.
"Ten thousand years ago, a great Elf was born among the elves, Illidan Stormrage. Like Queen Azshara, he possessed beautiful amber eyes, and his future achievements were destined to surpass Queen Azshara. Unfortunately, he was misled by a schemer. His brother, Malfurion the Destroyer, was born at the same time, and under his brother's guidance, Illidan Stormrage went astray, embracing the power of nature. He quickly became the most powerful Druid in Azeroth."
Aegwynn's voice grew increasingly somber, carrying a strange, magical power. Under Aegwynn's control, rapidly growing plants tore at Agamaggan's flesh, and copious amounts of blood rained down from the sky.
"What good is it, really? The highest level of natural power is only White Stag Malorne, equivalent to a Wild God. How can it contend with the Burning Legion and the Old Gods? So Illidan abandoned the power of nature and chose Arcane. This was his chance to maximize his talent, but it was too late. The Well of Eternity exploded, the heavens and Sundering, and Azeroth never again had such a powerful source of Arcane."
"You're lying. How could Malfurion be the Destroyer?"
Agamaggan endured immense pain, gathering the power of nature to fight against Aegwynn.
But he couldn't help arguing with Aegwynn, and the distraction cost him dearly, as the plants inside Agamaggan took over more and more of his territory.
"Heh!" Aegwynn let out a mocking laugh.
"Ten thousand years have passed, and you still can't see it? Who caused the Well of Eternity to explode? Who shattered the earth, vanished countless kingdoms, destroyed civilizations, and left so many lives extinguished? Compared to that, the Burning Legion's bloodshed is nothing. What's even more terrifying is that the explosion of the Well of Eternity loosened the Titans' impenetrable cage, giving the weakened Old Gods hope of breaking free. They have been gathering power for ten thousand years, and we can only watch helplessly as it unfolds."
With a gentle flick of his wrist, Aegwynn tore a large chunk of flesh from Agamaggan's body. Before the flesh even hit the ground, it transformed into a clump of plants, including flowers, grasses, thorns, vines, moss, and trees.
Agamaggan, fell to the ground and immediately took root, transforming into grass and trees.
"Poor Illidan Stormrage, after ten thousand years of contemplation, still couldn't realize who the real culprit was. Malfurion and Tyrande's lies led him to believe that Sargeras was the guilty party. He abandoned his talents and chose the power of Fel, unaware that he had fallen right into the trap of certain schemers. From that moment on, Azeroth completely lost hope of eradicating the Old Gods. On the day the Old Gods return, we will all die."
Aegwynn spread his arms, and the power of nature raged within Agamaggan's body, tearing off piece after piece of flesh. Agamaggan let out a painful howl. At this moment, he was covered in blood, with few pieces of intact skin left, and in many places, white bones were exposed.
In this clash of natural forces, Agamaggan was completely at a disadvantage due to his lack of understanding of power.
This is the difference between Guardian and Wild God. In fact, Aegwynn is not alone; she wields considerable secular power. For example, in a magical realm like Dalaran, many factions secretly serve her.
Agamaggan was just a wild boar.
The research findings of hundreds of groups over hundreds of years far surpass those of a wild boar pondering alone for ten thousand years.
Agamaggan's massive body was now covered in vegetation, with countless roots taking hold inside him, penetrating deep into his internal organs. The behemoth was on the verge of death, Aegwynn realized he had won.
"Go back, Agamaggan, continue being your Wild God, and never enter the cycle of reincarnation. Do not expect to be resurrected; you are foolish enough to fall into the trap of schemers, hastening the destruction of Azeroth, and ruining my plans. Though the soul cannot be satiated, it also feels neither cold nor pain."
"Hehe!"
Agamaggan let out a strange laugh, a sinister and cunning voice that seemed completely out of place for a simple-minded wild boar.
"Humans, you are not the only intelligent ones. Ten thousand years of contemplation have allowed me to perceive the conspiracies and schemes behind the War of the Ancients. Disappointment and regret tormented me for quite some time, but later I came to a realization. I have secretly accepted some deals and gifts; it's time to shed my disguise. In fact, I dislike this hypocritical face very much."