Upon hearing Mannoroth utter "Twilight of the Worlds," the Burning Legion soldiers erupted in uproar, even the Veterans who had fought across countless worlds couldn't help but frown deeply.
Twilight of the Worlds is one of the most powerful spells, on par with Archimonde's Finger of Death and Kil'jaeden's Darkness of a Thousand Souls.
When under control, this magic can pierce through space.
If left unchecked, it will cause a horrific explosion, instantly wiping out tens of thousands of the Legion soldiers.
Looking at the Highborne once more, the Burning Legion soldiers' gazes changed, filled with fear of this world.
Mannoroth roared:
"Azshara, have you gone mad? How could you teach such a dangerous spell to your subordinates? You know perfectly well the consequences of this spell. Do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
The Twilight of the Worlds, once it pierces through space, leaves scars far more terrifying than Spatial Rifts created by the misuse of magic.
It's important to understand that space is not stable; various terrifying energy storms exist within the Void, which could very well tear space apart through this hole, just as a thousand-mile dike can be destroyed by an ant hole.
Queen Azshara's illusion smiled faintly, "Mannoroth, thank you for your concern for Azeroth. Rest assured, I have a way to deal with this magic, Illidan."
Illidan stepped forward, not even watching him chant a spell, but merely becoming more serious as he reached out and touched the basketball-sized black hole, then gently rubbed it a few times.
The black hole disappeared, and space was repaired.
Mannoroth was completely stunned, and the Burning Legion was utterly silent. This magic was beyond their comprehension, and fear filled the eyes of the Legion soldiers.
"That's impossible."
Mannoroth cried out in alarm, his eyes, glowing with Evil green light, fixed on Illidan.
The ability to smooth over the space breached by "Twilight of the Worlds" means that the Night Elves have mastered the technology to repair space.
The Burning Legion entered Azeroth through Spatial Rifts, Night Elves could cut off their retreat at any time.
"Mannoroth."
Queen Azshara's voice echoed, carrying a certain magic, passing through the Portal, reaching every soldier of the Legion, who felt a deep awe upon it:
"Although you are Principal Archimonde's Adjutant, in the talent-filled Sargeras Void Academy, your magical level is inferior even to that of a gatekeeper. You simply do not understand the mysteries of magic."
Mannoroth blushed. He was indeed no good in the field of magic; his specialty lay in the Corruption of blood.
"Queen Azshara."
Mannoroth's face was contorted with rage. The queen looked down on him, and he had every reason to complain, but unfortunately, he was powerless to do anything about it.
Only with strength can one gain dignity; the Legion has always adhered to this standard.
Above the Burning Legion, the sky suddenly darkened, and a huge shadow appeared.
The terrifying sound was like Thunder, booming and echoing:
"Azshara, you truly deserve to be the academy's best student. You've done exceptionally well."
Although it was a compliment, the tone was full of Pride. Then, a huge shadow fell in front of the Legion's soldiers; it was Archimonde the Defiler.
Archimonde was tall, and even Mannoroth, the Pit Lord, had to stand upright to be the same height as Archimonde. His face was resolute, and his features were chiseled like a knife, making him more pleasing to the eye than the ferocious Mannoroth.
Archimonde the Defiler looked at Illidan with admiration. "Spatial Repair, even within the Legion, this magic is a secret, a strictly guarded secret. Azshara, you've actually achieved a breakthrough."
Queen Azshara, seemingly unconcerned, chuckled and said, "Headmaster Archimonde, it's been a long time."
"I have many things to attend to; countless worlds in this universe await the Legion's salvation." Archimonde Anjing gazed at the vision of Queen Azshara: "You're still the same as ever, unwilling to go out and meet people. If it weren't for that, you wouldn't have achieved such great success in magic. You are my student, so I came here."
The Queen smiled gently, "I wonder what it is about Azeroth that attracts you, my Headmaster."
Archimonde looked at Queen Azshara strangely, noticing the odd tone in her voice, which seemed full of confidence. He was unaware of the recent events in Azshara City and offered a hint:
"The Well of Eternity has been troubling you, and I'd be happy to help."
The two subordinates of Azshara displayed powerful magic, forcing Archimonde to take them seriously. After a moment's hesitation, he significantly lowered his price.
"I need a piece of land, one-tenth of Azeroth's landmass, for the Legion's garrison. Azshara, I will not take an inch of land from the Night Elf race. You can give me those barren, uninhabited lands, or those inhabited by savage other races; our Legion soldiers are extremely adaptable."
Archimonde felt he had been very merciful; he had originally hoped for only half the land.
Queen Azshara smiled after hearing this, "We've already resolved that matter you mentioned."
"What?"
Archimonde looked incredulous and roared, "Impossible! Without the Legion's True Eye, mortals cannot look directly into the spiritual world of a god unless permitted by the god himself!"
Queen Azshara casually waved her hand, and a magnificent rainbow appeared above the Well of Eternity, its colors constantly changing to form a giant Starry Sky Gate.
Only a handful of people could see through the mystery, and Mannoroth was completely baffled.
Archimonde's expression shifted between light and shadow; he could understand the changes in the Well of Eternity.
A Star Gate leading to the Void means that Queen Azshara can draw mana from the Void without going through the body of the Old Gods N'Zoth.
The fact that Queen Azshara was able to do this proves that she has deciphered the structure of N'Zoth's spirit and gained insight into some of the Old Gods's abilities.
Archimonde warned himself that Azeroth must be hiding a secret.
Queen Azshara may be a genius, but she shouldn't be able to do this. Archimonde knows his student well enough.
Having lost his bargaining chips, Archimonde looked displeased, but his desire for Azeroth only grew stronger.
"Headmaster Archimonde, I think you should think about yourself, such as resolving your personal matters." The Queen's gaze swept over Archimonde's tall frame.
"To become stronger, to accommodate more Fel, you had to enlarge your body. You were originally an Eredar, similar in size to us Night Elves. Look at what you've become now—a monster."
After a pause, Queen Azshara continued, "Because of this enormous body, you must have suffered a lot. For tens of thousands of years, you haven't even had a girlfriend."
The Legion's soldiers all looked at Archimonde, and many of them showed expressions of sympathy.
Archimonde's body was enormous, and to accommodate him, his staff, such as his secretary, would also have to transform into enormous bodies, but that was just a fantasy; their physical structures did not change.
"Azshara." Archimonde gritted his teeth, nearly losing control of the Fel within him and almost fainting.
Queen Azshara spoke seriously, in an academic tone:
"I know how difficult it is to maintain a huge body. You have to use magic to balance the pressure inside your body at all times to avoid being crushed by your own weight, especially for an upright body. Perhaps I can help."
"Please don't misunderstand, I'm not trying to find you a girlfriend. I don't know if you've ever heard of the magic of Fel Compression. It's something I've learned from researching Fel. If you're interested, it can restore your body to its original size while maintaining your strength."
"So what is the price?"
Archimonde asked, his face ashen.