The already dying Agamaggan suddenly let out Evil laugh.
This was unbelievable to everyone, especially the Quilboar priest Carl Thornrib, who clearly felt that the Quilboar god Agamaggan, whom she had always been very familiar with, seemed to have become utterly unfamiliar.
Agamaggan shook his massive body, the white crescent moon above his head disappeared, and Elune's power left his body.
Subsequently, several inconspicuous thorny vines grew wildly on Agamaggan's jungle-like back.
Like octopus tentacles extending from Agamaggan's back, a power of Void and shadow enveloped his massive body.
Agamaggan, hidden in the shadows, has changed. All his wounds have healed, his mouth is full of sharp tusks, and he has four thick boar legs with tentacles extending from his joints.
Those were clearly the tentacles of Old Gods.
At the same time, Agamaggan's body was covered by a thick shell, just like a sturdy tortoise shell.
Faced with Agamaggan's transformation, Aegwynn, after her initial shock, quickly came to terms with it, letting out a long sigh:
"The Void, the shadows, the Power of the Old Gods, the obsessive pursuit of power—in the end, we are all the same. It seems I must apologize to you. I thought that even if a wild boar pondered for ten thousand years, it wouldn't become any smarter."
"I do not accept your apology. You have offended the dignity of the Wild Gods. Only death can atone for your transgression."
Agamaggan's voice was filled with Evil, as if countless people were chanting together, most of them women's voices. "As many deaths as there are, so much power will follow. When the cycle of reincarnation ends, the true great battle will begin."
"Interesting!"
Aegwynn offered a rare word of praise, noticing that Agamaggan's tentacles were somewhat different, covered with thick carapaces.
The carapace was linked ring by ring, the patterns on its surface incredibly beautiful, like the finest embroidery. This was clearly different from the known styles of the Old Gods. Raising an eyebrow, Aegwynn smiled:
"Not C'Thun, not Yogg-Saron, and certainly not the N'Zoth I know! Oh, interesting carapace, reminds me of a wondrous being. It seems you already know the truth behind that darkness."
Agamaggan's tentacles continued to split and multiply, making his body grow ever larger. "Human, I have discerned your true purpose: to greedily suck the lifeblood of this world before it utterly decays."
"What a clever wild boar."
Aegwynn smiled and nodded, her expression growing increasingly serious.
"You see, we are not enemies, but competitors. I sometimes feel Mercy for enemies and let them escape. But I have never shown mercy to competitors. Because only one person can devour this world; that is their destined Destiny."
Boom!
The power of the Guardian Aegwynn surged, and behind her appeared five enormous dragon heads.
"Arcane, Frost, Flame, plus Shadow power and natural energy—it's such a pity I can't understand the principles of Holy Light energy. Otherwise, I might truly be a Guardian, protecting Azeroth."
Aegwynn shrugged and said regretfully:
"The Naaru are so selfish; they refuse to share the secrets of the Holy Light."
Five magic orbs appeared on Aegwynn's right hand, one on each finger. Aegwynn looked extremely solemn as she carefully fused them together.
Agamaggan immediately felt a chill run down his spine. Although his body had been transformed by the power of the Old Gods, and his thick carapace filled him with confidence, he was trembling for some reason and suddenly lost his Invincible belief.
"Did you feel the power, Agamaggan? Fusing five elements is my limit. Legendary Queen Azshara could fuse six Elemental Powers, but it wasn't enough to completely destroy the Old Gods. The only one who could fuse seven Elemental Powers was Illidan Stormrage. The Naaru were even willing to unlock the secrets of the Holy Light for him. It's a pity he shouldn't have accepted the power of Fel. Sometimes, Pride can lead people astray."
Agamaggan knew he could not back down. His tentacles continued to grow, each covered by a thick carapace. Under the protection of this sturdy carapace, layer upon layer of tentacles surrounded him, firmly protecting him in the center.
"Unfortunately, you are not Old Gods; you are merely a follower of the Old Gods. You cannot withstand this invincible power."
Aegwynn looked serious and sighed softly, "Under normal circumstances, I'm reluctant to use this spell because it's far too dangerous."
The five magic orbs were compressed together into a black sphere the size of a billiard ball, held in Aegwynn's palm.
After it took shape, it seemed to possess a tremendous suction force, desperately absorbing the surrounding elements, and the sphere gradually expanded.
Aegwynn threw out a black sphere, which traced a dark trajectory and landed on Agamaggan's body. As if attracted, it stuck firmly to Agamaggan's body, and a large black hole immediately appeared in the thick carapace.
Agamaggan howled in agony as his flesh, ever-growing tentacles, and indestructible carapace were rapidly sucked into the black sphere.
"It hurts, doesn't it? I hope you'll learn your lesson. You're just a small pawn, not qualified to participate in the game." The fusion magic of the five elements left Aegwynn looking exhausted, his once bright eyes now dull and lifeless.
"No! No! I'm not reconciled! I will come back!" Agamaggan roared.
Having absorbed too much Shadow Energy from Agamaggan, the black sphere finally collapsed, causing a terrifying explosion.
Agamaggan's mountain-like body quickly turned to ashes, leaving not even a speck of ash, but only a ball of Black Flame, which hovered in the air and burned Anjing for a long time before extinguishing.
The resurrection of the Quilboar god Agamaggan failed, and years of painstaking planning were ruined. Carl Thornrib knelt on the ground, covering his face, unsure whether to cry or laugh. Ironically, the other Quilboar soldiers, unaware of the truth, were all crying loudly.
People were captivated by the former Guardian's power. Aegwynn, her robes fluttering in the air, was breathtakingly beautiful. Although she was clearly weakened, no one dared to take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack on the former Guardian.
Aegwynn let out a long breath. This spell was extremely difficult. Although it didn't consume much mana, Aegwynn still felt quite exhausted; she had used up too much energy.
After the five dragon heads behind him disappeared, Aegwynn beckoned Jaina over, about to give her some instructions.
A strange bomb fell from the sky and landed in the Horde's camp, immediately filling the surrounding area with green smoke.
Cairne Bloodhoof, Vol'jin, and the others, believing the Forsaken had returned and unleashed the Plague once more, held their breath and rushed out of the smoke. The soldiers also scrambled to escape for their lives.
In the midst of this chaos, a fat, muscular, and incredibly ugly two-headed Ogre covered in eyeballs appeared. It disappeared into the green smoke, knocked out the badly injured Thrall with a single punch, and hoisted him onto its shoulder.
"Aegwynn, Jaina, your efforts today are in vain. Victory belongs to the Twilight's Hammer. All things will return to chaos, all things will perish, and the great Ogre Empire will surely rise to glory once more."
The two-headed Ogre laughed triumphantly.
"Cho'gall." Aegwynn frowned slightly.
Cho'gall, Gul'dan's apprentice and founder of the Twilight's Hammer, even knowing that Aegwynn was weakened, dared not challenge the great former Guardian. He plunged headlong into the Portal that had been prepared beforehand.
Cho'gall was very cunning; he always appeared at the most opportune moment to reap the benefits.
Even Robbie was surprised at how Cho'gall got the information.
Aegwynn didn't give chase; she knew her own condition and it was best to be cautious.
"Go back, Jaina. Let me rest for a while before going to find Thrall. Cho'gall is only after the Ogre's bride; I won't harm him," Aegwynn said calmly, placing a hand on Jaina's shoulder.
Jaina nodded, quickly opened Portal, and the two left together, returning to Theramore.