Aegwynn tilted her head, staring at the vampire on the stone pillar, lost in thought. Then, the former Guardian, whose temperament was unpredictable, revealed a peculiar smile and said with a grin:
"What an enticing opportunity! I can save Azeroth and become a true Guardian."
Aegwynn smiled broadly, her light blue eyes sparkling with a dazzling light.
Imagine if the High Elves didn't have the restrictions of Mana Addiction, and didn't have to worry about frequent use of magic weakening the spatial structure, then they could research magic without limit.
The number of mages will explode, magical civilization will develop rapidly, and it will bring about ever-changing developments.
It's likely that before long, powerful magic will be continuously developed, and spellcasting skills will improve. Even short-lived species like humans may have the possibility of achieving immortality with the help of magic.
Magic creates miracles; anything is possible.
The Old Gods and the Burning Legion will no longer be a problem.
The Burning Legion was able to roam the universe because they could use Fel Magic without restriction.
The Void Lords are a perpetual nightmare because Void can use Shadow Magic without limit.
When Arcane Magic, which represents Order, is restricted, how can one contend with these two major factions?
The vampire man smiled with delight, believing he was saved.
But then his smile froze.
"But I refuse."
Aegwynn said smugly, "Don't you think it's a cute mistake? Just like me, as Guardian, I've never worried about Mana Addiction. I don't want competition; it would make me feel pressured."
The vampire man stared at Aegwynn in astonishment and exclaimed:
"You, you are the real Demons."
"The journey to immortality is best undertaken with as few people as possible. No one is worthy to accompany me. I will tear your soul apart, forcing you to keep this secret forever."
Aegwynn's hand condensed powerful Arcane energy, which she slowly pressed towards the vampire man.
It vanished into thin air, turning into dust.
When you kill Demons, you unknowingly become Demons yourself.
Karazhan suffered repeated defeats, the Opera House had fallen, and they were forced to retreat to the library.
A large number of Constructs burst out of the library and joined the battle, temporarily halting the Forsaken's advance.
Sylvanas snorted coldly, and Antonidas opened another Portal, bringing in a large number of Undead Vrykul to join the battle. The Construct Legion gradually became unable to withstand the onslaught.
Gul'dan remained unhurried, his eyes fixed on the valiant Forsaken generals, his former Orcs kin, a sinister smirk playing on his lips.
"A dishonorable blow, I apologize, my attack was utterly dishonorable."
High Overlord Thrall ambushed a Construct; as Azeroth's premier ambush expert, he knew exactly when to strike.
"Too bad you're already dead, you foolish, pathetic wretch."
Looking at the fallen Construct, High Overlord Thrall let out a satisfied laugh. Every time he succeeded in a sneak attack, he would feel triumphant, believing himself to be worthy of being the symbol of Orcs glory.
When he's feeling triumphant, he tends to let his guard down, even if only for a fleeting moment.
Now!
Knowing Saurfang the Great intimately, Cairne Bloodhoof acted swiftly, piercing Saurfang's chest from behind with his Runed Spear.
"I apologize for that dishonorable attack; my attack was utterly dishonorable."
Tauren's buzzing sound came from behind, Cairne, mimicking Thrall, replied in the same way before unceremoniously withdrawing his Runed Spear.
The barbs on the spear severed Saurfang's heart, which, though rotting, was still slowly beating, leaving a hole the size of a teacup in his chest.
"You are despicable."
Saurfang was extremely unwilling to accept his fate and fell to the ground, dying with his eyes wide open in disbelief.
Cairne Bloodhoof calmly wiped away the putrid black blood from the Runed Spear.
The Forsaken army is perfectly suited to ambush their own people; these resurrected Vrykul soldiers lack the wisdom of their generals and have no idea what's happening.
"There's no need to worry about the soldiers reporting to Sylvanas; just avoid the generals' gaze."
Cairne Bloodhoof's habitual tickling allowed him to ambush Saurfang the Great and seize his army in the process.
Gul'dan's voice reached Cairne's ears once more.
"Dispose of Saurfang's body to prevent anyone from noticing anything amiss from his wounds."
Cairne Bloodhoof paused for a moment, then quickly understood. He reached out his right leg, hooked Saurfang's corpse, and kicked it away, landing right at the Curator's feet.
The Curator, of course, wouldn't let such a good opportunity to make a contribution slip by. The Construct's arm extended a sharp blade, severing Saurfang's head and completely destroying his corpse at the same time.
"With the dead unable to testify, no one knows that I was the one who launched the sneak attack."
Cairne Bloodhoof groaned, "If only I had possessed such wisdom in life!" Guided by Gul'dan, he immediately roared:
"The Curator killed Saurfang the Great, avenging him."
"What? Saurfang the Great is dead?"
Garrosh looked in the direction of the voice and saw the head hanging on the Curator's waist; it was none other than Saurfang the Great.
"This Construct incredibly powerful; challenging the Curator is impossible. There's no way I could ever beat him in my lifetime."
Garrosh was far less valiant and skilled in battle than his father. Even in his prime, when he was at his strongest and most physically capable, he was no match for the old bull Cairne Bloodhoof. This was precisely why he was so eager to obtain the power of the Sha.
Garrosh.
Cairne arrived menacingly, brandishing his Runed Spear: "The Queen commands us to join forces and destroy the Curator to avenge Thrall and Saurfang!"
"Thrall is dead too?" Garrosh was stunned for a moment, then shook his head unwillingly and said, "What a pity."
"Pity?"
"Yes, I haven't tormented them enough yet. This would be too easy on them." With that, he picked up his Battle Axe and charged towards the Curator with Cairne.
"Her Majesty the Queen is watching you."
Garrosh could still hear Sylvanas's voice echoing in his ears, but he received no orders.
However, Garrosh didn't suspect anything. After all, Cairne had served Sylvanas for many years, while he was just a newbie. It was normal for Her Majesty the Queen to give Cairne an order.
Based on Garrosh's understanding of Cairne, although he betrayed countless Tauren of his own kind, it was mostly out of cowardice and helplessness, a moral failing. Cairne himself wasn't particularly bright and shouldn't have been capable of any scheming or trickery.
Garrosh had no idea that Gul'dan, the schemer, was behind it all.
Looking at the Curator's towering, Construct body, Garrosh forced himself to suppress any fear.
Cairne said seriously, "I'll go and fight the Curator first. You can take over when I'm tired. You don't need to linger; just let me catch my breath."
Garrosh nodded, feeling much more relaxed. That made sense; Cairne was the main force that defeated the Curator, and he was just an assistant. He was quite satisfied with his position.
Cairne charged forward with his Runed Spear and engaged the Curator in combat.
The battle between the two was quite fierce, with sparks flying and dust billowing Runed Spears danced rapidly, creating whirlwinds.
Garrosh secretly assessed the Curator's strength. Although he wasn't as brave and skilled in battle as Cairne, he could easily hold his own for a short while.
After a while, Cairne stepped back, panting heavily, and Garrosh immediately took his place.
"I won't confront the Curator head-on; I just need to stall for a moment and give Cairne a breather."
With this in mind, Garrosh absentmindedly engaged the Curator in combat, knowing how to fight passively.
The Curator's attack was powerful and heavy; Garrosh almost lost his grip on the Battle Axe!
Garrosh's heart sank; he sensed something was wrong.
A Runed Spear pierced his chest.