Curses, strictly speaking, are also a kind of magic, and as long as it is magic, it cannot pass through the Moon Goddess Veil.
Elune's sculpted face merely smiled faintly, "Very well, Azshara, I'd love to experience your curse. As a True God, I'm happy to see ants struggling in vain."
Queen Azshara shook her head and said quietly, "No god is omniscient or omnipotent. All sorts of incredible abilities exist in this universe. Elune, you do not know how to respect life; you will surely be punished by all living beings."
With the help of the Ley Line that covered all of Azeroth, Queen Azshara's voice spread Azeroth, in all languages and countless dialects, reaching the mountains, the seas, every kingdom, and the ears of every intelligent being.
"People of Azeroth, Elune, seeks to destroy our world to achieve her own glory. We absolutely cannot allow this! I know you lack the power to fight her. Now, all you need to do is kneel on the ground and draw a circle to curse her. I will unite the curses of all living beings to fight Elune. The rest of the battle will be left to us Highborne. Please contribute your strength to Azeroth."
Drawing a circle to cast a curse? What kind of magic is this?
The beings of Azeroth were generally unaware of the great war, but some saw the astonishing moon and realized that something extraordinary was about to happen that night.
Whether they believe it or not, many creatures, filled with curiosity, squatted on the ground and drew circles to curse the Elune.
Elune, stared blankly at the Azshara City, then chuckled softly, "Azshara, you are wasting a precious opportunity. A True God has given you this invaluable chance. I thought you were rational, but you are so laughable. Insignificant creatures, lowly Highborne, you have no more chances."
The cage made of vines is slowly tightening, with countless vines wrapping around Azshara City.
The Well of Eternity's defenses were no match for the attack of a god, especially the vines protected by the Moon Goddess Veil, which were virtually indestructible. Soon, the shield covering Azshara City was breached, and the black lake water rapidly contracted inward, forming a new defensive shield.
This was ultimately a futile effort; the green vines absorbed the energy from the lake water and grew ever more lush.
However, Queen Azshara remained confident. "Elune, your failure lies in your Pride. Your defeat today was destined long ago. I have received the curse of all beings in Azeroth. The resentment of countless creatures towards you is unimaginable. Even a god will be reduced to ashes before this terrifying power."
Elune had grown too weary to speak with Queen Azshara; she despised the losers. Layer upon layer of green vines stripped away Azshara City's defenses.
"Azshara is about to lose. Mortals are indeed powerless against a god." Archimonde felt very sorry. This was his most prized student. He showed sadness, but then became furious.
Archimonde saw his Adjutant Mannoroth drawing circles on the ground with his head down. Looking behind him, he saw the Burning Legion, including many Demons, Eredar Mages, and technicians, squatting on the ground drawing and cursing Elune with all sorts of vicious language.
Are all my subordinates idiots?
Archimonde felt a headache coming on. This was probably the most helpless form of resistance from a loser. Archimonde hesitated for a moment, then squatted down and drew circles with Mannoroth, as a way of commemorating his most outstanding student.
When he saw Archimonde crouching on the ground, Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, was somewhat bewildered. If even a powerful figure from the Burning Legion was doing this, could drawing circles really be a terrifying curse?
Neltharion had always considered himself very rational, but at this moment he began to have doubts; perhaps Queen Azshara truly possessed unknown powers.
Since there's no better way, I might as well just believe it.
Neltharion, breathing Flame, roared, "All Black Dragonflight, listen up! Draw circles with your forepaws while cursing Elune with venomous words!"
A group of Black Dragons drew circles on the ground. The other four Dragonflights watched with sidelong glances. Although many of the four Dragonflights had died and were generally immersed in grief, they wanted to laugh from the bottom of their hearts at this moment.
"Has Neltharion become mentally challenged?" The Red Dragon Queen stared at the massive Black Dragon. Neltharion was extremely meticulous, drawing perfect circles. The Red Dragon Queen thought to herself, "Do Dragonkin also suffer from dementia?"
Robbie stared intently at the battle between Azshara and the Moon Goddess. Under the endless entanglement of vines, the defenses of Azshara City had been completely breached, revealing the buildings within.
Could Azshara have really lost? Robbie looked away and was surprised to see Bwonsamdi also drawing circles. In this space, there was no up, down, left, or right, and of course, no land. Bwonsamdi was drawing circles in the air, chanting ancient, incomprehensible language as he did so. Judging from his ferocious expression, it was clearly not a polite remark.
"It's all over, Queen Azshara. No one will remember your existence."
"Yes, it's all over." Queen Azshara remained remarkably calm.
The Elune suddenly sensed something was wrong.
Vast swathes of vines, though still lush and green, had lost their strength. This sense of powerlessness spread like Plague across the entire moon, and Elune could no longer control her vines.
Countless vines, having lost their power, hung down from the sky under their own gravity. The vine that stretched between heaven and earth, deep into the land of Azeroth, stopped growing and swayed precariously, as if it might break at any moment.
Under the influence of an unknown force, the Veil of the Moon Goddess protecting the vines is also disappearing.
"What have you done, Azshara?" Elune, screamed in terror.
Overwhelmed by the fear and despair of a god, the Red Dragon Queen suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable sorrow. Looking at the four Dragonflights around her, she saw that they all shed tears of grief.
Elune lost, and lost inexplicably.
The Well of Eternity surged and churned, its black waters billowing into the sky. Vast amounts of magic surged forth, and the defenses of Azshara City were rebuilt layer by layer. Large swarms of flames scorched Elune's vines, igniting a raging inferno.
The moon is burning.
Archimonde stared in astonishment at the circle he had drawn; he simply couldn't understand its meaning.
Mannoroth grinned and laughed, "Haha, drawing circles really works! It can even curse gods! I've learned something new! I've learned something new!"
"Idiot." Archimonde's face darkened. "You're not Azshara; do you even know how to use this power?"
"My God, it actually worked!" Bwonsamdi looked at his hand in amazement, pondering the reason behind it.
Even Walking Death in the gray fog, fell silent, stunned by this inexplicable event.
Even gods are not omniscient or omnipotent.
The Moon Goddess was not only defeated, but utterly defeated; she didn't even know how she lost.
This kind of psychological blow is indeed powerful.
Looking in the mirror, Robbie saw hundreds of enormous machines operating at full capacity in the very center of Azshara City.
These machines are not powered by magic.
The Elune was limited by her own thinking. As a deity, she stubbornly believed that all powerful weapons relied on magic, and she failed to sense the magical fluctuations in Azshara City, instinctively ignoring them.
Robbie speculated that these machines were particle weapons.
Neutron nuclear weapons, or some kind of invisible high-energy particle stream, are vulnerable to both magical and physical attacks, but the Moon Goddess Veil is powerless against these invisible fundamental particles.
"Azshara won, but it was all in vain," the Walking Death said sorrowfully. "The End Time will inevitably come, and no one can stop it."