Magic City of Azshara, is a magnificent megacity and the capital of the Night Elves. Its architecture possesses the exquisite beauty and artistic taste unique to the Elves.
No one knew that she was actually a Floating City.
The entire city was enveloped in a pale purple spherical shield. The black waters of the Well of Eternity, imbued with magical power, rapidly erupted, filling the entire interior of the spherical shield and providing tight protection for the city.
The Black Moon blocked the lunar energy that spanned a thousand miles in diameter, and Elune was clearly unwilling to accept this.
The Dragonkin and the Burning Legion on the ground had no idea what had happened; they only saw several bright flashes of light, and the Black Moon that had shrouded the sky finally disappeared, revealing the bright moon Elune once again.
However, a Black Moon rose once again above Azshara City, and the Moon Goddess was unwilling to use her lunar power in vain.
The rocky lunar crust slowly cracked open, revealing three enormous monsters with ghostly, pale white heads.
Three different faces, each facing one side, with sharp, sculpted features, and all with their eyes closed.
The newly hatched moth, as large as a city, teleported Tyrande back to the Altar, then approached one of the heads and was swallowed whole.
The expressionless face slowly opened its eyes and uttered a strange voice that was neither male nor female.
"Azshara, your Highborne are about to witness true magic, the power of an Old Gods. Fall into despair and fear, let sorrow and suspicion dominate your souls, and I will gladly watch you march toward your self-destruction."
Illidan looked up, and even years later, he still vividly remembered the three-headed monster.
In that brief instant, all living beings within a thousand miles were plunged into despair and suffering.
Dragonkin, the Burning Legion, and the Elves of Mount Hyjal were not spared; they knelt on the ground weeping, repenting bitterly, and some even ended their own lives in despair.
The Red Dragon Queen prostrated herself on the ground in despair, crying out, "I am guilty! I knew that the Elune's descent would destroy Azeroth, but I still did it. I dared not offend that great being."
"I am a pathetic Imp," Green Dragon Ysera, banged her head against the ground in anguish. "I am weak, cowardly, afraid to face difficulties, and only know how to sleep in the Emerald Dream to escape reality."
Malygos Green Dragonflight, wept with each step. "I am afraid, I am afraid of the cold reality. I am desperate, I am sad, the world has defeated me. Before this great difficulty, I am just a useless lizard."
Nozdormu, the Bronze Dragon Aspect, buried his head in the ground like an ostrich, muttering to himself:
"I clearly see a chilling future, yet I dare not issue a warning. I cannot accept that terror. I don't know when I will have the courage to fight back. I am such a coward."
Archimonde stood ramrod straight, coldly observing Mannoroth was rolling around on the ground, weeping bitterly.
"I am a despicable man. I should not have embezzled the spoils of war for my own pocket. I should not have indiscriminately killed innocent people. My hands are stained with the blood of innocent people. I should not have flattered Archimonde, no matter how hateful he is, how ugly he is, how arrogant he is, and how he always boasts about himself even though he is clearly no match for him."
Archimonde didn't care about any of that; what puzzled him was that Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, was completely unaffected, just like himself.
Suddenly, Archimonde became alert and looked in one direction.
A powerful entity is spying on the Battlefield.
At the Space at the Junction of Life and Death, the Walking Death summons a mirror, clearly showing the battle between the Elune and Queen Azshara.
"This is the Eye of C'Thun, C'Thun's most prized ability. Although my effect is slightly less than his, it's enough to spy on the entire Battlefield. Archimonde is quite alert, actually noticing it. As expected of the Defiler."
The Walking Death began to comment on the entire Battlefield: "C'Thun, the Thousand-Eyed Demon; Yogg-Saron, Fiend of a Thousand Throats God of a Thousand Tentacles N'Zoth, the Thousand-Bearded God; and Xal'atath, the Thousand-Maw Demon, whose ability is to eat. By devouring the flesh and soul of her opponent, she gains their power. It's an extremely powerful ability. If she were to devour the World Soul of Azeroth, she would become the new Titans."
"But this ability is actually very weak. Although it helped her master many abilities, she couldn't achieve Mastery. Look, she devoured my flesh and Soul Essence, but only learned the basics."
The scene in the mirror shifted to the interior of Azshara City. Queen Azshara on her throne was slightly moved, her gaze seemingly piercing through infinite space, but she quickly let it go and didn't take it to heart.
"Azshara is even more astute than Archimonde, a dangerous woman. I'm observing her, and she's observing me, to see how her Highborne deal with magic that controls emotions."
Illidan and Xavius remained steadfast, their gazes Steadfast. The magic of the Well of Eternity did not affect their emotions in the slightest. The strength of the Highborne varied; some were able to hold on, while a few who were weaker took out a white pill and swallowed it, quickly regaining their composure.
Within the Azshara City, countless magical devices were in operation, and work continued smoothly.
"What is the white pill?" Bwonsamdi's eyes darted around. Y'Shaarj's specialty was controlling the emotions of living beings. If he had this white pill, he wouldn't be afraid of this ability.
"A powerful stimulant," Walking Death explained. "I can influence a being's emotions directly from the depths of their soul, while Xal'atath can only affect the physical body. One pill is enough to break her magic."
Bwonsamdi was quite disappointed; it seemed that even with the pills, he still couldn't cope with the Walking Death.
The Magic City of Azshara slowly flew towards the moon. Compared to the moon, which is over three thousand kilometers in diameter, the city was pitifully small. Queen Azshara's clear, cold voice echoed in all directions.
"Elune, your magic is useless. Now it's my turn to retaliate."
A black net appeared in the sky above Azshara City, expanding rapidly like Lightning, quickly covering the sky for thousands of miles, before slowly tightening.
"Not bad, a network entirely composed of Spatial Rifts." Walking Death praised, "No being in Azeroth could accomplish this magic alone. It's a spell cast collaboratively by the Highborne. Azshara truly deserves to be called a brilliant leader."
The dangerous Spatial Rifts, capable of slicing through everything, render the flesh and blood of the Old Gods and the rocks that make up the moon utterly powerless before the black net. This vast net expands ever wider, eventually enveloping the entire moon.
Robbie looked at Bwonsamdi: "Let's continue our deal. Tell me, what is the true origin of Elune?"
The thought of his princess bride made Bwonsamdi disregard even this epic battle.
"Where to begin? Well, let's start with the bride. I'm not marrying a bride because I'm lonely; I'm used to that. The real reason is to reproduce. The more beautiful, with the better figure and the higher the intelligence of the bride, the more outstanding the offspring are likely to be. So, I must choose the best breed. Yes, that's just the reproductive instinct of us lower creatures. But have you ever thought about why even higher creatures like Titans need to form mates?"
Robbie was taken aback. Why would such a highly advanced life form as Titans need mates? He hadn't really considered that question.
Bwonsamdi chuckled, "If the Titans were born from the World Soul, naturally formed, then their union would be meaningless, as they couldn't produce offspring or do anything interesting or enjoyable. Strangely, the consort of Highfather Aman'Thul of the Pantheon, is none other than the Guardian of Order, the Protector of all life, Eonar."