Not far from the Vault of the Wardens, the two major guilds, Sky Wolf and Seven Swords, along with numerous independent adventurers, completely surrounded the Evil forces' camp.
With Evil forces lurking nearby, how could Sky Wolf and the Seven Swords possibly attack the Vault of the Wardens with peace of mind?
However, these Evil forces are powerful and numerous. Without any benefit, Sky Wolf and the Seven Swords will not sacrifice themselves to fight them. All they need is a negotiation.
When the other party is completely surrounded, negotiations become much easier.
Soon, the Evil forces camp sent several representatives, including followers of the Old Gods, Fel Warlocks of the Burning Legion, and even an Eredar Mage, a true officer of the Burning Legion.
Both sides are rule-abiding citizens, Robbie could guess that their negotiations would either involve each side making concessions, launching a joint attack, or the weaker Evil force withdrawing from the fight.
However, Robbie sensed an unusual power, as if something terrible was about to happen.
Robbie cautiously retreated until he was at a safe distance before using the Eye of C'Thun to monitor the area.
The negotiations between the two sides went smoothly. The Evil forces were willing to withdraw their main force from the battle, sending only a small number of Elite personnel to participate. They also promised a substantial reward to anyone who could rescue their people.
Adventurers are simply after money; they generally don't distinguish between good and evil.
Murder and robbery for profit are nothing unusual among adventurers. Sky Wolf and the Seven Swords do not recommend cooperating with Evil forces. Apart from some minor issues, the two sides have basically reached an agreement.
Just as the negotiations were drawing to a close, a Night Elf man entered the tent.
The Night Elf man immediately took the seat of honor, looking Pride at everyone in the tent:
"That's good, very interesting, but I'd like to solve problems more simply and quickly. You guys are really dragging your feet."
"May I ask who you are?" The Night Elf man was clearly a master, able to enter the tent silently. One must treat masters with respect. The guild leader of the Skywolf Guild, a Worgen Warrior, asked politely.
"I am Illidan Stormrage, the Savior of Azeroth," the man said with a smile.
Khadgar and Velen attacked the Vault of the Wardens; Aman'Thul in Suramar City was well aware of this.
Although he built a new palace and seemed to be indulging in pleasure, he was always plotting.
Among the adventurers of Azeroth, Illidan Stormrage is a renowned figure. Although many people doubt his claim of Savior, his strength and prestige are already unparalleled.
Sky Wolf and the two guild leaders of the Seven Swords Guild exchanged a glance and quickly reached a consensus:
The Worgen Warrior said politely, "Since it is Lord Illidan who has arrived, we are naturally no match for you and can only admire your glory. We are willing to serve you as our master and, under your leadership, invade the Vault of the Wardens."
"Well said, but you are not worthy at all. You are a bunch of lowly ants, unworthy to be my subordinates."
Aman'Thul's hands were imbued with powerful Fel energy, and dark clouds of Fel filled the sky, raining down countless drops of Fel energy. A crazed smile played on Aman'Thul's lips.
"Insignificant ants, become nourishment for the Demons; my most loyal subjects will be born within you."
Clusters of Fel energy, as if alive, burrowed into the bodies of everyone present. They felt a tearing pain in their bodies, and rolled on the ground. Before long, terrifying blades sliced through their bodies from the inside.
These are Demons seeds from the Void, multiplying parasitically and far more ferocious than the Demons of the Burning Legion.
They have sharp, sickle-shaped arms, Evil eyes, and wings growing from their backs. From birth, they begin to devour the broken bodies of their hosts; natural Hunters, cruel and ruthless.
Under the influence of Aman'Thul's Fel, a large army of Demons was quickly amassed.
"The Vault of the Wardens"
Aman'Thul gazed at the cell that had imprisoned him for ten thousand years, his heart filled with hatred. At this moment, the Demons was a newborn larva, not yet capable of breaching this fortified fortress.
"My loyal servants, begin to feast! Slaughter all living beings nearby, devour their flesh and blood as nourishment for your growth, and make this place a hell for Demons!"
The Vault of the Wardens is located in Azsuna in the Broken Isles. Ten thousand years ago, this was originally the territory of the Night Elf race. After the Sundering, this land was cursed by the Moon Goddess. Coupled with the ever-present threat of the Blue Dragonflight, the Night Elf race quickly declined.
Murloc and underground insectoids are the main inhabitants here, and it has become home to a variety of wild animals.
But today, the end of Azsuna has come. A horde of bizarre Demons tore apart everything in sight, devouring flesh and blood until nothing was left but bones, leaving only the raging Fel Fire.
After feeding, the Scythe Demon's body grew rapidly, its muscles becoming grotesque, and it became even stronger and more powerful.
Looking at the Demons -ravaged Azsuna and the countless lives lost, Robbie shook his head helplessly. A god's avatar on earth was simply the source of disaster. Humans were like ants, while the god could act with impunity.
This kind of thing is actually quite normal. For example, the reproduction and expansion of humankind has brought about the end of many species. Why would humans care about the feelings of those extinct species, after all, they are different life forms?
In Azsuna, the Blue Dragonflight of the Azurewing Whelplands flew into the air, helplessly watching the carnage and disaster on the ground. Their homeland was also destroyed in this catastrophe, and many precious Dragon Eggs that could not be transported in time became food for the Demons.
"Remember, this is the Burning Legion's attack," a fully grown Blue Dragonflight told the children on its back.
"Has Illidan gone mad?"
Upon learning of the destruction of Azsuna in Dalaran, Khadgar was so shocked he nearly fell off his chair; he simply couldn't believe it was true.
The Prophet Velen, standing nearby, picked up the picture brought back by Azsuna. It was drawn in the sky by the Blue Dragonflight, depicting a Demons never before seen, relentlessly lunging at and tearing at the flesh of an old Blue Dragonflight.
The Prophet Velen said in a profound and enigmatic way:
"Only extraordinary people can accomplish extraordinary things, and only then can extraordinary achievements be made. Defeating the Burning Legion could only be done by someone as extraordinary as Illidan. I was right about him."
Khadgar frowned slightly; he was a little confused about the situation. He smiled wryly and said:
"Illidan's actions have brought nothing but disaster. Is he saving the world? He's clearly destroying Azeroth."
The Prophet Velen shook his head and said, "These sacrifices are necessary, Khadgar. I think you should understand that there are no perfect people in this world. Heroes who can influence the world are not judged by good or evil. When they started out, their hands were inevitably stained with the blood of innocents, but that does not prevent them from saving the world later."
Khadgar shook his head helplessly. He knew very well that with the support of the Army of the Light, no matter how absurd Illidan's actions were, he was powerless to stop him. Dalaran so insignificant in the face of the powerful Army of the Light.
"The Burning Legion destroyed Azsuna on the Broken Isles, another unforgivable crime they committed against Azeroth."
Khadgar was making notes in his Dalaran journal; he had no choice but to accept reality.