Rhonin discovered a loophole: a simple symbol that, when replaced with a similar one, would cause the seal on N'Zoth to fail.
Rhonin knew perfectly well that Krasus did not understand this symbol.
"What will you choose?" N'Zoth asked deep within Rhonin's consciousness.
"I hate them. They're like those nobles of Dalaran. They don't respect magic. Before magic, there's no distinction of rank or status, no power. Only truth is the sole authority."
Rhonin was filled with resentment, and he replaced the symbol without hesitation.
"I understand you," N'Zoth said sympathetically.
"Xal'atath is different from us. Under her control, Azeroth will never progress, so those who strive for progress will be destroyed by her. You humans are in danger."
"Rhonin."
Malorne suddenly spoke.
Rhonin was filled with unease, but his expression remained unchanged as he turned to look at Malorne with a puzzled expression.
"You did a great job, Rhonin, thank goodness for you," Malorne nodded in approval.
Having successfully deceived a Demigod, Rhonin secretly felt smug. So what if you're the most powerful Demigod?
"No, no, you mortals, how dare you offend a god!" N'Zoth shouted deliberately, "You will be punished, Malorne, your end has come, you will suffer a terrible fate!"
"N'Zoth, stop resisting, your resistance is futile."
Malorne wore a smug expression. The chaotic energy floating above the golden disc gradually stopped rotating and turned gray and dull. Malorne's body rapidly expanded, becoming as large as a small mountain, and he swallowed the chaotic energy in one gulp.
He slowly closed his eyes, and after a long while, Malorne opened them again. "I have taken control of N'Zoth's soul. Queen Azshara is doomed to fail, for the sake of Azeroth."
Without delay, a massive Portal was opened through the combined spells of numerous mages.
Malorne crossed the Portal and appeared on the Battlefield.
At this moment, Elune, was completely at a disadvantage. Most of her tens of thousands of tentacles had been destroyed, Well of Eternity, N'Zoth's body had firmly enveloped the moon, while the tentacles continued to grow and expand their territory.
"You have failed, Xal'atath." Azshara's voice grew increasingly ethereal. At the center of those countless tentacles, a black sphere spun rapidly, as if preparing a powerful spell.
"Azshara, have you gone mad? How dare you use magic? Are you trying to take us all down with you?" Elune seemed terrified; she sensed the terrifying magic emanating from the black sphere.
"Elune, your wisdom is nothing more than this. This is not magic, but merely a technique used to replace magic. It can be performed without magic power. Let me show you the wisdom of the Highborne."
A strange fluctuation emanated from it, and the Five Dragon Kings, Archimonde and Mannoroth, were all slightly taken aback. This power did not require magic; it used a completely new and special energy source.
The effect after casting it is very simple: petrification.
Elune's remaining few tentacles petrified at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into cold rocks.
"Azshara, this is blasphemy against the gods!" Elune, cried out in alarm. "No one dares defy the will of the gods; you will surely be punished, Malorne."
White Stag Malorne, slowly flew into the air. He stared menacingly at the Azshara City in the sky, opening his maw to snatch N'Zoth's body. However, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and his expression gradually darkened.
Malorne's body was quickly covered in Nightmare of red and black, and his gaze gradually turned mad.
Unwilling to accept defeat, Malorne struggled desperately, but ultimately could not resist the Corruption of an Old Gods. His body suddenly split open, and a transparent deer ran out, quickly disappearing into the forest.
"Haha, foolish white stag, you actually dared to try and control the soul of an Old Gods! Your seal is ineffective against me. I'll take your body," N'Zoth laughed triumphantly.
"N'Zoth," Azshara's voice was very serious, "Once we defeat Elune, I will return this body to you, I guarantee it with the honor of the Highborne."
N'Zoth, now possessing Malorne's body, laughed nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter. With Elune descending, we will all die. Only you can defeat her. Perhaps I should choose some insignificant enemies."
N'Zoth looked at Tyrande atop the Altar with ill intent.
Tyrande, wielding the Demon Soul, stood tensely in confrontation with N'Zoth.
"Malorne, you Imp, you've disappointed me greatly." The Moon Goddess's body continued to petrify, but she remained unfazed. "Azshara, don't think you've won. You forced me to this. Let me show you my true power."
The moon's outer shell finally cracked open, countless tentacles broke off, revealing its inner core.
It was an egg woven from gold and silver, as vast as a continent, surrounded by countless dazzling halos.
Archimonde frowned. "This is the Egg of Titans."
"The Egg of Titans?" Mannoroth asked, puzzled.
"A method of conceiving Titans later in life," Archimonde explained. "I haven't heard of any successful cases."
"It really is the Egg of Titans." Inside the Royal Palace of Azshara City, Queen Azshara on her throne opened her eyes and glanced at Illidan: "Illidan, the battle from now on is yours."
Then, the Queen closed her eyes again. It wasn't time for her to lead the battle yet; she simply explained:
"Elune, has long coveted the Well of Eternity. She has communicated with me countless times, making numerous promises, wanting to use the magic of the Well of Eternity to conceive the Egg of Titans. How could I possibly agree to that?"
Illidan used Magic Circle, along with many Highborne from Azshara City, to cast spells and quickly obtained the data:
"The Titans's incubation rate is 0.35%, which is insufficient to contend with us Highborne."
Above the Egg of Titans, the phantom of a female Titans, about half the size of the moon, appeared, slowly gazing hatefully at Azshara City.
"Hmph, this is Xal'atath's last trump card; she will soon be defeated." Queen Azshara still did not open her eyes.
The phantom of the Titans swung its fist and slammed it down hard on the Azshara City in the air.
However, Azshara City only trembled slightly, and the Magic Shield covering the entire city remained intact.
Illidan, commanding a large number of Highborne, was preparing to counterattack when suddenly he displayed a strange expression:
"Something's wrong. The data shows that this Egg of Titans cannot hatch. It's like an egg laid by a hen without a rooster; it will never hatch into a chick. This is very strange."
Queen Azshara's eyes snapped open, "Retreat! Retreat now! Xal'atath is a fool! She knows nothing about Titans magic and hasn't even realized she's fallen for their trap!"
Under Illidan's control, Azshara, who was floating high in the sky, fell like a shooting star.
With a single punch from the phantom Titans, the Azshara City plummeted from the sky, and the four Dragonflights erupted in cheers, believing that the Elune had won.
Suddenly, the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza flew uncontrollably into the air, her eyes filled with shock.
On the back of the Red Dragon Queen, a golden sphere slowly rose into the air, followed by the appearance of a gigantic female Titans figure, clenching her fists and glaring angrily at the phantom of Xal'atath in the sky.
"How dare this insignificant Old Gods steal Eonar man?"