On the fire, strips of roasted meat sizzled and dripped with oil, filling the air with a fragrant aroma.
Broxigar sat to one side, staring at Rhonin and Krasus opposite him, and smiled cruelly:
"This is the flesh of Demigod, a rare find. You must not be polite. If you don't eat it, you will be Emissary. You should think carefully about the consequences." Broxigar laughed mockingly, his tone laced with threat.
This is where Broxigar's wisdom lies; facing the wrath of the Moon Goddess alone, he too felt somewhat uneasy.
The inexplicable identity of the divine Emissary gave Broxigar a hint, making him realize that entering this era might be some kind of ingenious arrangement, carrying a special mission, and not simply about finding the Queen Azshara's Book for Medivh.
Rhonin and Krasus were extremely nervous. Eating the flesh of the Demigod Cenarius was tantamount to offending the Elune, and the consequences were unpredictable.
If we don't eat it, Broxigar probably won't give up easily.
Cenarius's massive body hung upside down on the wooden frame, half of his body a bloody mess, leaving only a white skeleton, groaning weakly. Demigods are eternal beings with extremely tenacious vitality, making them difficult to kill, but they suffer even more pain.
A sudden gust of wind swept through the depths of the dense forest.
Broxigar frowned. He felt an incredibly powerful force of nature, and he couldn't help but tremble all over, his very soul shaking.
In the ten thousand years of conquest he had experienced, there were only a handful of beings as powerful as him.
This power was terrifying, stronger than any of the Night Elves they had encountered, even surpassing Illidan's.
The Well of Eternity steamed and misted, condensing into a bright image.
This was a huge white deer, its forked antlers like dense tree branches, its body elegant yet robust, exuding an irresistible majesty. The white deer stared at the bloodied and mangled Cenarius, its expression filled with rage.
Krasus and Rhonin gazed at the white deer and immediately recalled an ancient name.
White Stag Malorne, the White Stag, is one of the most powerful of the Wild Gods and one of the strongest ancient creatures in Azeroth.
A being on par with the Five Dragon Kings, an incredibly terrifying existence, the most powerful creature in the world, whose strength Legendary on par with Archimonde the Defiler.
He was also Cenarius's father.
The white deer appears in the form of an image, indicating that its true form is not here.
But he was still able to wield the powerful forces of nature. After all, he had lived for countless years. He was calm and collected. He first enveloped Cenarius with the gentle forces of nature, causing him to fall into a deep sleep and slowly sink into the Moonwell.
"Who did this?"
The sound wasn't loud, but when it reached everyone's ears, it was like a Thunder exploding in their minds.
The guards of the Temple of the Moon were so shaken that they lost their balance and fell to the ground, convulsing.
Krasus had heard rumors about Malorne beforehand and prepared to lie prostrate on the ground, thus minimizing the impact.
Rhonin was even more decisive. When he realized the danger, he immediately activated the Ice Block in an attempt to resist the terrifying sonic attack. Cracks appeared on the seemingly indestructible Ice Block.
Bang!
Broxigar's ears shattered, spurting out two mouthfuls of blood. Night Elf youthful face instantly aged, becoming covered in wrinkles. Clearly, White Stag Malorne knew who the murderer was, and his methods were primarily aimed at Broxigar.
Unfortunately, Broxigar's soul was currently inside Malfurion's body, and Malfurion was unjustly implicated.
Despite trying many methods afterward, he still couldn't change his aged appearance, especially when he was with Illidan, the contrast was even more striking.
Broxigar didn't care about the condition of this body; he had wanted to give up long ago anyway. But the pain inflicted on his soul by the White Stag Malorne left Broxigar kneeling helplessly on the ground.
White Stag Malorne, sensed Elune's power within Broxigar's soul, preventing him from tearing Broxigar's soul apart. Malorne looked puzzled, closed his eyes, and silently communicated with the Moon Goddess.
Krasus, the Red Dragon, rose from the ground, breathing weakly, like a fish out of water.
Rhonin released the Ice Block, blood flowed from all seven orifices at the same time, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight to the ground.
As expected of the most powerful Wild God, even an image of him is so formidable before his true form has even arrived.
"Emissary? An Orcs has dared to become Emissary? You barbaric and rude Orcs, what right do you have to serve as the Moon Goddess's messenger?"
It was unclear how much information the White Stag Malorne had obtained from the Elune, but he roared loudly:
"I don't care what kind of Emissary you are, you will pay the price for treating Cenarius this way. I will make you suffer the most terrible torment, repent in endless pain for ten thousand years, before I will mercifully end your life."
Broxigar trembled with fear. The White Stag Malorne was so powerful! He remained silent for a long time before forcibly Pain Suppression his terror and saying in a trembling voice:
"My esteemed Demigod, I have indeed wounded your beloved son. I yearn for a powerful body."
Something was wrong. Broxigar sensed something was amiss. Although Malorne had said some harsh words, he didn't immediately put them into action. The bright image of the white stag still floated quietly Moonwell, waiting for him to finish speaking.
It was definitely not out of politeness.
Could it be...?
Confident and emboldened, Broxigar tentatively asked:
"Indeed, Azeroth finally has a powerful being. White Stag Malorne, you are qualified to negotiate with me. I am a strange Emissary. What changes does the goddess Elune hope I will bring to the Night Elves?"
Malorne said coldly, "I will bring you endless pain."
Broxigar shook his head; after all, he was Veteran had fought for many years, and he wouldn't be intimidated by such a threat.
"We are all intelligent people. Now that the Moon Goddess has lost Illidan, what can she use to fight against Queen Azshara? Malorne, although you are powerful, even my master Archimonde may not be your match. I guess you are not confident in fighting Queen Azshara either, otherwise why would you plot to control Illidan?"
Although Malorne is Wild God, her temperament is still somewhat inferior to that of the cunning Broxigar.
Now that he had been seen through, he no longer tried to hide it.
"Broxigar, you are a cunning Orcs, but unfortunately you have miscalculated."
"Illidan is powerful, but he must rely on the magic of the Well of Eternity to fight. Queen Azshara controls the Well of Eternity and can cut off his magic supply at any time. Our previous plan was to expose Illidan to Fel energy, and you were the best person to communicate with the Burning Legion. However, Illidan has been banished. What use are you, as Emissary?"
"No, I am very useful," Broxigar proudly declared.
"No matter how strong Illidan is, he's only one person. I can get the Night Elves who worship the Moon Goddess to absorb Fel energy. Believe me, Fel energy is definitely no less powerful than the Well of Eternity."
Malorne shook her head. "But that's not enough."
Broxigar said in a low voice, "If one more condition is added, the Burning Legion will become an ally of the Moon Goddess."
Rhonin and Krasus suddenly realized why Broxigar was qualified to be Emissary.
Clearly, for some reason, the powers bestowed by the Moon Goddess were limited, insufficient for the Night Elves who worshipped Moon Goddess to resist the magic of the Well of Eternity.
But the power of Fel is limitless.
"Broxigar, you are indeed qualified to be Emissary. Then, as you wish, Cenarius's body is yours." Malorne's lips curled into a satisfied smile.