N'Zoth chuckled, "My prophecies are always profound and mysterious; they are only easy to understand when they are spoken to as friends."
Rhonin took a deep breath.
A seductive, alluring body conceals a venomous snake, a snake representing the Spellstealer Wyrm —this undoubtedly refers to Jaina.
The creature with fangs on its shoulders— Rhonin couldn't figure out what it represented.
The blue reptile, Old Gods' contempt for Dragonkin, must undoubtedly be Blue Dragonflight.
A woman, cradling her two young children, waited in vain for her beloved to return!
The prophecy is too simple: Rhonin's wife, Vereesa Windrunner, and Rhonin's twins.
The prophecy is simple and easy to understand, and highly targeted. As long as you firmly remember not to believe Jaina, you can avoid the tragedy predicted in the prophecy. It can be said to be a very conscientious prophecy.
But that's how human nature is; even knowing the danger of a prophecy, people still harbor a sense of wishful thinking. Rhonin didn't have much confidence in himself.
"Remember, Rhonin, you must hide among the Night Elves. Tyrande and Malfurion are plotting a wicked scheme. Rest assured, I will contact you in my dreams and offer guidance. This is for you and for me, and for the sake of Azeroth."
With N'Zoth's help, Rhonin felt more confident and knew how to face this dangerous era.
The Magic City of Azshara, the research center of the Well of Eternity.
Night fell, and it was time for the Night Elves to be active.
In the spacious hall, the Night Elves awoke from their slumber, facing another day of research. To outsiders, it seemed incredibly tedious, but to the people here, it was a source of great enjoyment.
Robbie headed straight for the central pyramid, tackling the most important and challenging research topic in the entire Azshara City: the structural study of the immense spiritual energy within the Well of Eternity.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Robbie went directly to the very top of the pyramid, where there was a three-dimensional Magic War Table. Robbie used the sand table to draw the form of the spiritual entity in his memory.
Illidan and Xavius watched Robbie's actions in surprise, knowing how difficult this task was.
This question has existed since the construction of Azshara began, but unfortunately, no progress has been made, and all the guesses have been wrong.
A large number of Night Elves surrounded them; they were Azshara City's elite Elite.
The challenge of tackling the most difficult task in Azshara City is not uncommon in Azshara's history. There have always been madmen who, based on uncertain intuition, have drawn up their own mental images, only to have them all proven wrong.
Initially, all the Night Elves watched Rhonin's performance with an open mind. The higher one stands, the more fearful one becomes of the unknown. Only overconfident novices are willing to show off.
The first hologram was quickly completed, and the crowd began to whisper among themselves. Years of research had already provided them with methods to verify its authenticity.
They were eager to prove Robbie wrong in their own way, just like countless other challengers before them.
The spiritual energy regenerating from N'Zoth's body was constantly changing. Robbie rested briefly and began drawing the second picture. The changes in spiritual energy must have some kind of pattern, and the connection in this process was something for these Elites to figure out.
The whispering stopped when Robbie finished his first drawing.
All the Night Elves were engrossed in frantic calculations. Robbie's drawing matched perfectly. The scene was Anjing, with only countless symbols floating in the sky, forming incomprehensible patterns.
When Robbie's second hologram was completed, the way many Elites looked at Robbie changed.
It is reverence and worship.
Robbie continued drawing, and one holographic image after another appeared, depicting the structural changes of the spiritual body.
When the twelfth holographic image appeared, Rhonin looked up again and saw that the entire hall was packed with Night Elves; almost all the prominent Night Elves in Azshara had come.
No one can look directly into the eyes of the gods, not even Queen Azshara.
For this reason, the spiritual structure of N'Zoth's body within the Well of Eternity can only be guessed at.
Robbie walked down from the pyramid, and no one noticed Robbie leaving.
The Night Elves were engrossed in a heated discussion. They confirmed the image's authenticity, but it was only a key. They needed to find the patterns within it and analyze it layer by layer. There was still much work to be done.
After Robbie left, the top of the pyramid was empty, with only twelve holographic images still slowly rotating.
The Azshara City was unusually quiet tonight. Illidan and Xavius accompanied Robbie on a walk, knowing full well what Robbie's actions would mean for the Night Elves.
"I wonder when Queen Azshara will invite us to the palace," Xavius remarked wistfully.
The legendary Queen Azshara, her beauty and power are something every Night Elf yearns to see, longing to meet her even once.
"Soon, very soon." Illidan was equally filled with anticipation.
Robbie was unaware of how his actions would affect the future; he was simply acting on his own judgment, doing what he could without knowing whether it was right or wrong, or whether he was on the right side.
Perhaps there really is no distinction between Justice and Evil.
Gazing at the silent night sky, Robbie was filled with thoughts. Only when he looked up at the stars and the vast universe did he realize his own insignificance and feel a sense of awe.
Suddenly, a dazzling magical light flashed above the Well of Eternity, seven colors shimmering, a rainbow spanned the sky above the Well of Eternity, and countless beautiful fireworks bloomed in the night sky.
Subsequently, the entire Night Elf city was filled with a sea of joy.
It's Chinese New Year.
The greatest challenge of the Well of Eternity has been overcome; this is a day worth celebrating.
A rainbow bridge extended from the Royal Palace, passed through the densely packed buildings of Azshara City, and landed at Robbie's feet.
"Queen Azshara has invited us," Robbie said to Illidan and Xavius.
The three of them ascended the Rainbow Bridge together and, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, slowly sailed toward Queen Azshara's palace.
The palace walls were adorned with bright red lanterns. The Queen's Personal Guard, the most beautiful Night Elf women, dressed in festive attire, stood in neat rows, each beaming with joy as they welcomed Robbie's arrival.
The palace was filled with dazzling, colorful light. Robbie and his two companions were enveloped in beautiful, radiant light as they entered the magnificent palace, a place of unparalleled luxury, its splendor beyond description.
Robbie saw the nobles of Azshara City seated on both sides, and the magnificent throne shrouded in a hazy, colorful light. The beautiful Queen Azshara, dressed in a magnificent purple robe, gazed calmly at Robbie and his companions below.
Illidan and Xavius were both thrilled, their eyes filled with fervent anticipation. They were completely captivated by the Queen's charm. The Queen, bathed in the glow of the sunset, simply nodded quietly, a slight smile playing on her lips.
Something's not right.
In Robbie's eyes appeared Point, Line, and Planes. The queen on the throne was very beautiful, with a flawless face and an alluring smile, but she was not a real living being; she was a magical creation.
It's an illusion; the real queen isn't here.
Robbie intended to use the Eye of C'Thun to scout the entire Royal Palace.
After hesitating for a moment, Robbie gave up for the time being; he needed to find out if Queen Azshara was truly sincere towards her guests.
The banquet continued, everyone was laughing, and Illidan and Xavius were trembling with excitement.
Robbie simply observed everything coldly, waiting for the event to end.