"Get up, get up! Don't kneel, and don't talk about how great or outdated I am, as if I'm some kind of old man."
Queen Azshara pouted, looking very unhappy, her big eyes listlessly staring at the two of them.
Illidan and Xavius both missed their knees and landed on their backsides. Illidan scratched his head, looking puzzled; he couldn't understand this strange magic either.
"Actually, I don't like meeting outsiders. It's not that I'm impolite, it's just my personality. But your contributions to the Night Elf race are too great, I must meet with you."
Queen Azshara looked earnestly at Robbie, then stood on the bed and bowed deeply. "Human, on behalf of the Night Elf race, I thank you. You are our eternal benefactor."
Robbie scratched his head, a little embarrassed. It was clear that Queen Azshara was actually a homebody who cared about almost nothing except magic, which was completely different from the queens recorded in history.
The Legendary Queen Azshara was a femme fatale.
A beautiful woman who brings disaster cannot become Mage, just as a big star cannot become a scientist.
"A simple bow isn't enough. I know what you want, and thankfully I've gathered enough magic."
The Queen rubbed her eyes, tidied her messy hair, jumped off the bed barefoot, chose a direction, and then opened a Portal.
This must be the Void, with the vast universe above, below, left, and right. Floating Anjing in the air is a white brain, as big as a football field, with deep ravines visible.
"This is my external brain," Queen Azshara introduced.
"There are thirty-two similar brains in total. This isn't the largest. The Night Elf's brain is similar to a human's; although intelligent, its computational power is insufficient. My method is to make it large enough."
Illidan and Xavius watched all this in astonishment; Queen Azshara's power was not without reason.
"A larger brain would allow me to better contemplate magic. Faol and requires a vast amount of calculation, but this method is dangerous; if one's will is not Steadfast, it is easy to lose one's way."
The Queen looked troubled. "If I weren't so short on time, I wouldn't have taken this risk."
It was clear that the Queen was worried about the future of the Night Elves. She took out a transparent book, turned to a page, and then a stone tablet materialized in her hand, on which was engraved an obscure and difficult-to-understand symbol.
This is one of the thirty-six Holy Light Runes.
Robbie was thrilled; he never expected to receive one of the stone tablets from Queen Azshara.
The Queen gazed at the stone tablet in her hand, lost in thought, and said, "I obtained this by chance during an adventure in the Void. It's clear you desperately need this tablet. I don't know much about the Holy Light, so I can't be of much help."
That's already been a huge help.
Robbie took the stone tablet with delight and memorized the symbols of Holy Light on it.
This should be the twenty-seventh Holy Light Rune. Robbie doesn't know its use yet and needs to try it out.
"Human, your kindness to the Night Elf race is immense. This small Rune cannot express my gratitude. Unfortunately, I have nothing but magic here, nothing you need."
Robbie waved his hand dismissively. He was already quite satisfied with obtaining a Holy Light Rune. Even Illidan couldn't understand Queen Azshara's magic, and Robbie knew his own limitations; he was simply not cut out for learning magic.
"In return, I won't let you leave with any questions." The Queen showed sufficient sincerity, waving her hand. Illidan and Xavius looked puzzled; they couldn't see the Queen and Robbie, as if they had suddenly vanished.
After shielding Illidan and Xavius, Queen Azshara sighed, "When I was born, the Well of Eternity was on the verge of drying up. Without the magic of the Well of Eternity, we Night Elf race would lose our magic and might even degenerate into Dark Trolls. Fortunately, I received my admission notice from the Sargeras Void Academy."
"I did quite well at the academy. The academy recorded an unconventional method to imprison Old Gods, extract the Void power from his body, and form a powerful source of magic that can replace the Well of Eternity."
At this point, Queen Azshara tilted her head and smiled:
"Speaking of which, we flesh and blood creatures owe a great debt to the Old Gods. It was the Curse of Flesh that gave us new life. You could say we are half the creators. Treating them like this does seem a bit ungrateful."
"Unfortunately, I had no other choice at that time. I found N'Zoth sealed within the Titans in a cave in the deep sea, gathered a group of the best Mages, and used the last of the Well of Eternity's magic to move him into the Well of Eternity. What I didn't expect was that the sealed N'Zoth was just an empty shell; his soul and spirit had already escaped."
"According to my calculations, we should have negotiated with N'Zoth and cooperated, or rather, interrogated him. Extracting his power wasn't the ultimate goal; obtaining Void technology was the real objective. Unfortunately, his unexpected escape thwarted my plans, and I can only stick to the original plan."
Robbie tentatively asked, "Your Majesty, did you not anticipate that N'Zoth's body would develop a new consciousness?"
Azshara nodded:
"There are already relevant records in the Legion's research, and I have long been prepared to conduct my own research. From the beginning, I knew that the chances of success were slim. If there is really no other way, I can only seek the Legion's help."
"Cooperating with the Burning Legion?" Robbie frowned. In ancient times, Queen Azshara colluded with the Legion, which seemed to be true.
"This is a choice we have no other option but to make." Queen Azshara's expression was one of helplessness.
"If it weren't for your great help, I would have had to turn to the Legion for help. Our headmaster, Archimonde, is a greedy Eredar is insatiable and craving power. He would definitely impose very harsh conditions."
At this point, Queen Azshara gave Robbie a deep look, frowned, and said, "You've ruined the Legion's plans. Archimonde must hate you to death. With me here, he won't dare do anything to you, but if..."
Queen Azshara was indeed astute; she had already guessed Robbie's origins.
"I cannot stand by and watch the Night Elf's benefactor be hunted down by Archimonde. I will teach you a dangerous spell, hoping it will frighten Archimonde away, but I hope you will never use it, for the price of this spell is too high."
"What's the price?" Robbie asked.
"The number of people who would have to sacrifice their own people would probably exceed one hundred thousand," Azshara explained in a low voice, biting her lip.
"Humans and Night Elves are both the result of the Old Gods's Curse of Flesh, meaning the Old Gods's power resides within each of us. Humans originated from the Vrykul; the first Vrykul were in rock form and were afflicted by Yogg-Saron's Curse of Flesh. If one could extract the Old Gods's power from hundreds of thousands of humans, one could temporarily transform into Yogg-Saron. Therefore, this magic is called Transform into Old Gods."
Yogg-Saron, the Old Gods, should be able to defeat Archimonde.
"What happens after it's extracted?" Robbie asked.
"Large-scale dehydration and the drying of flesh mean death for humans," Queen Azshara said.