A listless, gloomy gaze, a tangled beard.
Why would the treacherous and cunning Kil'jaeden be like this?
Queen Azshara was unsurprised; she had expected this outcome. She said sympathetically, "My mentor, haven't you recovered from your despair yet?"
Kil'jaeden stared blankly at the sky above, seemingly completely numb.
"There is no eternal authority, nothing is forever immutable. I am not that reckless Archimonde. I know that the tide of history is unstoppable. I am old after all and can no longer keep up with the times. Perhaps this is the pain of immortality, watching helplessly as I am about to be eliminated. Unfortunately, my life has not yet come to an end. Perhaps dying on the battlefield is my best destiny."
"Now I finally understand Velen. He truly deserves the title of Prophet; he saw through all of this long ago. To maintain his eternal power, he led a group of his people into exile. This cunning fellow probably foresaw our future long ago."
"I'm sorry, my mentor, I know I can't convince you."
Azshara didn't know how to persuade her, so she shrugged and said:
"I've found something interesting, and I hope you'll be interested. It's just a little gadget, but my mentor, your wisdom, your long life's experience and knowledge, are far superior to those trendy new cute things."
Azshara pushed the magic orb, its tentacles sealed, into the mirror. Kil'jaeden, reflected in the mirror, absentmindedly took the orb and chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Don't try to persuade me, Azshara. What we know, they all know; what they understand, we cannot comprehend, we cannot even learn. The ancient Eredar are truly destined to be eliminated."
Kil'jaeden stared blankly at the magic orb, which looked like a bean compared to his massive body. Suddenly, Kil'jaeden awoke with a start, his eyes blazing with Flame light.
"This is..."
The dejection and disappointment vanished instantly. Kil'jaeden suddenly stood up, as if reborn, excitedly gazing at the tentacles inside the magic orb, his breathing becoming heavy, constantly exhaling green Fel energy.
"My student, Azshara, tell me, where did you find this?"
Azshara noticed her mentor's unusual behavior and quickly asked, "My mentor, could you tell me the origin of this tentacle?"
"This is hope, the key to the path to eternity, the greatest taboo in all the realms. Azeroth, even the Old Gods didn't possess this power. This is the power of Elune, isn't it?"
Kil'jaeden's eyes gleamed with cunning. "I see a bright future, truly unparalleled ultimate power. It seems I must make some plans. My most outstanding disciple, you have brought your mentor the best gift."
Azshara sensed the refusal in his tone and frowned, asking, "My mentor, are you unwilling to tell me the truth?"
Kil'jaeden fell into thought, his face contorted with conflict as he struggled with his words. After a long while, he finally let out a long sigh, "I cannot speak of it. There are several taboos in the universe, and this is one of them. It concerns the secret of the End Times. If I were to reveal it, Azeroth might be destroyed as a result."
Then, Kil'jaeden, looking serious, raised his right hand, pointing his index finger upwards, and warned, "Azshara, be careful, watch out for the Heavenly Ones."
This was a coded message, carrying a hidden meaning, and Azshara fell into thought.
The link to the video disappeared, and Queen Azshara pondered for a long time, still looking puzzled.
Robbie looked at Azshara with suspicion, wanting to ask a question, but Her Majesty the Queen quietly explained:
"The Burning Legion has been constantly evolving, and now a new force is rising. They are a group of adorable creatures, cute in appearance but powerful in strength. Archimonde, Kil'jaeden, and the veteran Eredar Mages are outdated. At the same time, their policy of external conquest is also being questioned. Corruption, destruction, deception, and conspiracy are no longer the main themes of the Legion."
"Ah, that's it!" Robbie suddenly realized, understanding why Kil'jaeden had become like this. He couldn't help but recall King Terenas' famous saying, "No king lasts forever."
The cryptic message left by Kil'jaeden was far too profound. Azshara sat on the ground, one of her twin ponytails loose, and pondered Anjing for a long time, but still had no clue.
"The known information is insufficient to make correct inferences. Kil'jaeden is a cautious man; his refusal to reveal the truth must have its purpose. This ambitious fellow will surely prompt the Burning Legion to take action. Fortunately, I know who to ask: the Old Gods C'Thun. He is an excellent conversationalist."
In Silithus, the ground is covered by yellow sand. A golden sand worm emerges from the sand and gazes at the dim sky.
Queen Azshara, accompanied by Robbie, entered the ancient Ahn'Qiraj Empire.
The towering obsidian Guards silently stood watch over the gates, unaware that someone had infiltrated the heavily guarded city. Queen Azshara strolled about as if in a leisurely garden, Qiraji seemed oblivious to her arrival, as if the tight defenses did not exist.
Upon reaching the deepest part of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, the Ahn'Qiraj priests who were serving C'Thun around the Altar received a revelation and immediately left the Altar.
At the top of the empty Altar, countless points of light converged, finally coalescing into a gigantic eye.
"Azshara, how dare you come to my empire, my domain! You are challenging an Old Gods!"
A beam of light shot from the depths of C'Thun's pupils— C'Thun's most terrifying Eye Beam. Azshara casually waved her hand, and a black sphere of light appeared, devouring the infinitely refracting light from the Eye Beam.
"In my opinion, you're nothing special," Azshara said with a scornful laugh.
"You will soon pay the price for defying an Old Gods."
C'Thun roared, its enormous pupils reflecting the queen's image, countless dark tentacles constantly coiling around her, causing Azshara to feel short of breath and turn pale.
"Dark Reflection, an interesting ability."
Azshara took a deep breath, and the shadow in her pupils grew larger and larger until it almost reached the sky, breaking free from the entangled tentacles.
After this battle, C'Thun's pupils were dull and lifeless, Azshara was breathing heavily, having expended a great deal of mana.
Before long, Azshara regained her mana, and C'Thun's pupils lit up again.
This time, both men cautiously observed their opponent, refraining from making any rash moves.
C'Thun emitted a strange sound, as if echoing directly within one's mind:
"My true form is sealed within the Titans, and I can only unleash a portion of my spiritual power to fight you, Azshara. Don't push me. If I'm willing to break through the seal at any cost, you will not be able to leave here today."
"Is that so, C'Thun? I don't think you have that opportunity," Azshara said calmly. "The glory of the Old Gods is over. This is no longer your era. The old gods have fallen from their thrones, and a new civilization is about to become the masters of the world."
C'Thun remained silent for a long while before vaguely saying:
"Indeed, Azshara, you have indeed embarked on the path we hoped to see, but it is not enough. The waves of Destiny are influencing you, and Azeroth is shrouded in mist; no one knows what lies deep within the mist."
"And what about this? Could it be a clue to something from the depths of the mist?" A magic orb appeared in Azshara's hand.
C'Thun couldn't help but gasp as he gazed at the worm-like tentacles inside the magic orb.
"I see, I understand now, this is a conspiracy by the Heavenly Ones."