Originally, Xavius's body was already full of earthworm-like worms.
Suddenly, a mysterious power erupted within Xavius. Robbie and Illidan observed the changes within him through the crystal ball; it was a dark, Shadow power, extremely volatile.
Caught off guard, the large number of insects were reduced to ashes by the Shadow power. Although the Shadow power was not much, it successfully regained control of most of the body.
Xavius's injuries were relieved, and the Shadow power within him repaired his body.
Robbie and Illidan carefully observed the changes in the Shadow power; it was not pure Shadow Energy, but mixed with the power of the corrupted Old Gods.
This is not surprising, as the Night Elves originated from the Trolls, Troll were subjects of the vanished Old Gods Xal'atath. The Trolls gained their freedom after the Old Gods Goddess was banished.
However, at this moment, Xavius's appearance was very strange. His face had undergone a huge change, and his fingers and toes had degenerated into long tentacles, much like the Faceless Ones, but with some differences.
"Xavius, how are you feeling?" Illidan asked anxiously.
Xavius looked suspicious; it was clear that he was somewhat confused.
"Countless whispers echoed in my ears—pleas, temptations, insults, encouragement. Lisa, is that you? Are you calling me?"
"This is unbelievable." Illidan rubbed his forehead. Lisa was the woman Xavius secretly loved, and he rarely mentioned her to others, which proved that he had almost lost his mind at this moment.
"I see it." Xavius's twisted face broke into a look of delight. "A powerful Troll kingdom, an ancient Altar built in the forest, every stone stained red with blood, Trolls lining up to ascend to the top of the Altar, they are walking corpses, willingly offering their heads, so that's it, Troll teeth are the best sacrifice."
The Old Gods power hidden within Xavius was quickly exhausted, and the earthworm-like worms regained the upper hand, wantonly destroying his body. However, Xavius's Old Gods power was replenished.
Robbie and Illidan both showed expressions of horror. This replenishing power was scattered and numerous, like stars in the sky. They came from the Trolls scattered throughout the Azeroth Continent.
The two forces clashed again within Xavius's body, vying for every inch of space within him.
Illidan cherished this hard-won opportunity, carefully observing the battle between the two forces and constantly making notes. As he wrote, he said, "The power of the Old Gods is a fusion of shadow and corrupted power. The power of the insects is strange; it clearly has the aura of nature, but also strange Shadow power. The struggle between the two is extremely fierce."
Robbie also carefully observed the changes inside the crystal ball. Despite the continuous flow of Shadow power, it was still being pushed back by the insects' attacks. Xavius looked confused and said in a panic, "I see it! Pools of blood like lakes! That's the blood of Trolls! Large numbers of Trolls are entering the pools and turning into filthy blood."
"No, no, these pools of blood, they're still there. I can't see them anymore. What is that? A blood-red moon. The red light isn't a reflection; it's blood staining the moon's surface. I can't see it anymore; it's all darkness."
"Xavius, you must persist and tell us what you've seen!" Illidan shouted urgently.
The illusions that Xavius could see were actually a kind of time-travel magic invented by the Highborne, capable of deciphering the secrets hidden in various energies and reconstructing ancient events from the slightest clues.
For example, if one finds a small amount of the Firelord's Elemental Power, one can trace back his life.
At this moment, Xavius had fallen into extreme madness, muttering incomprehensible, mysterious slang, seemingly the language of ancient Trolls.
Illidan was in a panic, about to end the research, when Robbie raised his hand and blessed Xavius with the Blessing of Kings, the Blessing of Courage, and the Blessing of Wisdom.
Xavius's courage returned, and his reason once again triumphed over the corruption of the Old Gods.
"So these blood pools still exist; they hold a hidden power within the Troll bloodline." A brief moment of lucidity allowed Xavius to recount what he had seen.
"A blood pool hidden within the Troll's body?" Illidan pondered for a moment. "Robbie, what do you think this signifies?"
Robbie paused for a moment, then said seriously, "Trolls are everywhere in Azeroth. This is very likely a contingency plan left by Xal'atath, preparing for his return."
"Can the Old Gods Xal'atath be reborn if a sufficient number of Trolls are sacrificed?"
Illidan shook his head and said:
"Well, we failed to decipher the power of Elune, but we uncovered the conspiracy of the vanished Old Gods Xal'atath. Although she was the weakest of the Old Gods, this is definitely not good news."
Just then, the insects' power changed. They unleashed a mysterious force, no longer directly fighting the power of the blood pool, but instead fusing with it. The power of the blood pool from the Old Gods Xal'atath quickly merged with the insects and obeyed their commands.
"Strange, how did this happen? How could it Corruption the power of an Old Gods?" A pile of data appeared before Illidan, but he couldn't find the reason behind it. He could only ask Xavius, "Xavius, what did you sense?"
Xavius was on the verge of death. Robbie cast various blessings on him, and Xavius regained some of his sanity, managing to say, "I feel a violent fluctuation in my emotions. I can't take it anymore; I can't control the dark power within me."
Observations within the crystal ball revealed that the insect was releasing a strange power, infecting Xavius's body and the Old Gods's power within him. Xavius's expression constantly changed, and he unconsciously muttered to himself:
"I saw mountains crumble before my eyes, hopeless lives had no hope, only fear descended upon the world, hatred would fill the earth, life was filled with anger and suspicion, the proud king was unrepentant, and a mad mob stormed into the king's capital, hatred drove every living being into rage, flesh and soul, slaughter, inhaling courage and exhaling despair."
Robbie and Illidan both gasped simultaneously.
This power still exists on the Azeroth Continent; the Seven Sha of Pandaria originate from the power of Y'Shaarj, the most powerful Old Gods.
"Life is hopeless, countless worlds are destroyed, even the mighty Titans are reduced to ashes." Xavius, who had been unconsciously muttering to himself, suddenly snapped back to reality and cast a pleading look at Robbie.
Robbie understood his thoughts and quickly bestowed various blessings upon him again, gathering a large amount of Power of the Holy Light.
With the aid of courage and wisdom, Xavius regained some of his sanity.
"I saw it. The ancient holy city was destroyed, the divine kingdom no more. Above the storm-swirling sky, a gigantic, writhing body was torn to pieces, countless drops of blood and flesh scattering towards the moon, yet it still lives."
"Oh my god."
Illidan cried out in horror, "Could it be that Elune, is the Old Gods Y'Shaarj? Let me think... Aman'Thul, the leader of the Pantheon, wouldn't make a mistake. Y'Shaarj must have been killed."
Robbie added, "But a mysterious entity helped Y'Shaarj, granting him rebirth through the power of nature and life."
Who is this person?