White Stag Malorne, led the way, followed by Mages from the Emerald Dream, including several Demigods with peculiar forms, Night Elves who worshipped the Moon Goddess, and the rest being Tauren, Dwarves, and other creatures.
Krasus followed Malorne. He was a Red Dragon and among this group, he was only slightly weaker than Malorne in terms of strength. However, in terms of understanding magic, Krasus had a great advantage, after all, he had ten thousand years more experience.
Especially valuable experiences from the magical city of Dalaran, a place frequented by humans.
Rhonin was the smallest and least noticeable, so he consciously lagged behind.
He carefully observed the creatures of the Emerald Dream, among whom were several strangely shaped Demigods with exceptionally abundant magical power, making them natural-born magic users.
N'Zoth's voice appeared in Rhonin's mind, sarcastically whispering, "You don't need to fear them. These Demigods are the failed experiments of the Elune. Although they possess great magical power, they are extremely lacking in magical skills and can only use a few innate spells. You can defeat a large group of them with your skills."
Rhonin analyzed in his heart that although the Night Elves were terrifyingly strong in this era, and their magical power and research into magic had reached a level close to that of gods, the magic of other creatures was primitive and backward.
What's even more terrifying is that ten thousand years later, they haven't changed at all.
Despite Dalaran's many shortcomings, and the fact that its foolish nobles, who happen to be Archmages, cling to outdated and antiquated magic, resisting change and clinging to the past, Dalaran's magic continues to progress through twists and turns. Each small step forward surpasses the progress of Demigods over tens of thousands of years.
"Those stupid old fools," Rhonin cursed inwardly, including High Archmage Antonidas.
"They always talk about how powerful ancient magic was, and how regrettable it was that ancient magic had declined. They should see for themselves that, apart from Queen Azshara whom they despise, magic from ten thousand years ago was pitifully primitive."
White Stag Malorne led everyone into the depths of the Emerald Dream, passing through seemingly impenetrable barriers. With N'Zoth's guidance and Rhonin's own analysis, these barriers, though seemingly powerful, were actually full of loopholes.
The most difficult thing to deal with within the restrictions is the sheer number of patrolling Guards, all of whom are the most loyal Moon Goddess Guard.
However, every living being has weaknesses and makes mistakes. Given time, breaking through these restrictions will not be difficult for Rhonin at all.
Deep within the Emerald Dream grows a giant tree. In fact, Rhonin did not recognize it as a tree; he thought it was a wooden wall with no end in sight and no top in sight.
After being introduced by the White Stag Malorne, Rhonin learned that this was a giant tree. Deep within the Emerald Dream, it was shrouded in mist, and Rhonin could not see the whole tree clearly.
A huge golden eye appeared on the giant tree, emitting an eerie light, and Rhonin felt a jolt in his heart.
The magic of exploring the mind can uncover spies who have infiltrated.
Rhonin remained calm and composed. He used a disguised consciousness technique, his inner surprise barely registering. In Dalaran, this was hardly considered advanced magic; it was merely an Entry method for defending against Mind Magic.
The giant tree, as expected, hadn't seen through Rhonin. The White Stag Malorne proclaimed, "By order of Elune, I must see N'Zoth. Leave everything here to me."
It turns out that this giant tree was the prison that held N'Zoth captive.
The giant tree's eyes slowly closed, and then a door appeared.
White Stag Malorne led the way, and everyone filed into the Entry. It was a Void space, with golden Chains of Order floating in the sky. Rhonin immediately recognized it as Titans magic.
Only the Titans' Order Magic could seal away the Old Gods N'Zoth.
"Rhonin, observe carefully, and use your brain to analyze."
N'Zoth's voice echoed deep within Rhonin's consciousness:
"Look, these Chains of Order. Although the Titans' creations are incredibly sophisticated, the users are utterly incompetent. The arrangement of the chains is riddled with flaws; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to escape some of their power."
Rhonin observed the arrangement of the chains and, based on his understanding of magic, quickly spotted several flaws. If Rhonin were to build this cage, while it wouldn't be perfect either, it would at least have far fewer flaws.
"N'Zoth."
White Stag Malorne, the white stag, stands on a golden disc with its forehooves, communicating with N'Zoth's consciousness.
"You are a powerful Old Gods. Elune, used her immense power to save you from the Titans' prison. Now, it is your turn to repay that debt."
Above the golden disc, a vast, chaotic mass of consciousness slowly emerged, and N'Zoth uttered a Pride voice that clearly reached the consciousness of every living being present:
"Repaying a debt of gratitude? How laughable, Malorne. Everyone says you are the companion of the Moon Goddess, but you are nothing but a fool. Elune merely holds the keys to the Titans. I, N'Zoth, am ashamed to be associated with such blatant betrayal."
"Don't be stubborn, N'Zoth," White Stag Malorne continued to persuade. "Now that your body has appeared, don't you want it back?"
"I desperately want to, but I refuse to be used." N'Zoth raised his voice, resolutely stating, "Foolish mortals, do not even think of commanding an Old Gods. If you hadn't broken a portion of the Titans seal to imprison my consciousness and taken my brain, Azshara would not have broken the Titans seal."
"Very well, I don't want to waste time trying to persuade an idiot." Malorne knew time was of the essence; he had already wasted far too much time. "N'Zoth, this is your own choice, gentlemen, let's begin."
Under Malorne's arrangement, the mages of the Emerald Dream took their positions.
Krasus and Rhonin were also assigned tasks. Rhonin clearly saw that Malorne wanted to cast a collective sealing spell to temporarily seal N'Zoth's self-awareness.
Then, Malorne could use her own consciousness to control N'Zoth's brain and thus his soul. This was an extremely risky move, as controlling an Old Gods was incredibly difficult.
Malorne was the most powerful Demigod and had great confidence in his abilities. Moreover, this method was personally taught to him by Elune, just in case.
No, no, Rhonin realized the problem. According to Malorne's plan, the spellcasting efficiency was too low, wasting a lot of time. The battle between Aisa City and the Elune was underway, and the matter was extremely urgent.
Rhonin had a better and faster way, but Krasus secretly winked at Rhonin.
Malorne was proud and stubborn, while Elune, always considered herself a great True God.
How could a god make a mistake? If mortals have a better way, then it must be the mortals' fault.
To deny the divine or point out its shortcomings is itself blasphemy.
Rhonin smiled bitterly to himself. He was already in league with N'Zoth, so of course he wouldn't take the huge risk of blaspheming a petty god. He would die a miserable death under the wrath of the Moon Goddess.
Under Malorne's direction, Rhonin was forced to participate in the inefficient sealing process.
It's a pity that these spellcasters of the Emerald Dream, despite possessing powerful magic, are extremely poor at casting spells and often make mistakes. Fortunately, Rhonin and Krasus help to fill in the gaps.
Rhonin was extremely busy, but he soon found an opportunity.