Archimonde the Defiler is known for his ferocity and formidable fighting prowess.
Archimonde was well aware of the power of Power of Death, but the Scourge was still a child; they had not yet grasped the true essence of this power. Tens of thousands of years had passed, and Archimonde himself had reached a point where he could no longer break through. He had to find a new power.
The Power of Death drew him in, giving him hope.
At the center of countless Legion soldiers, Robbie began to cast Old Gods Transformation, a terrifying magic that, while absorbing the power of the Old Gods from mortals, would cause them to die from dehydration.
But it is harmless to the Scourge.
The humans of Azeroth originated from the Vrykul, the first generation of creations of the Titans. Their bodies were made of rock, but they were transformed into Curse of Flesh of the Old Gods Yogg-Saron.
After many years of reproduction, the flesh-and-blood Vrykul produced a few weak individuals who became the ancestors of humankind.
Therefore, every human being possesses a small amount of Yogg-Saron's power.
Although the power of the Old Gods in each individual is negligible, when accumulated, they can temporarily possess the power of Yogg-Saron.
Upon reaching the Scourge, Archimonde did not rush to attack. He looked contemptuously at Arthas, who held Frostmourne, and first tempted him, saying, "Human, I see the hatred in your heart. Are your enemies the Orcs? They destroyed your homeland, killed your father, and pinned all their crimes on you."
Archimonde raised his voice, like rolling Thunder: "Submit to me, and I will grant your wish."
The Demons has no sense of honor or loyalty; in his eyes, there is only the exchange of interests.
Arthas's young face shone brightly, his eyes gleaming. Facing such a powerful opponent, he felt apprehensive and fearful, but he forced himself to stand up bravely and confront the great Demons.
"I've heard of you, Archimonde, and I know of the Burning Legion. You've committed countless acts of betrayal. All those who cooperate with Demons meet a bad end. I will learn from this."
"Haha!" Archimonde roared with laughter. "What naive views! You shouldn't be a Death Knight, you should be a Paladin. You wield a portion of the power of death, yet retain a pure Holy Light's Heart. Even in the Army of the Light, there is no one like you. But I will tell you, Justice will ultimately be defeated by Evil."
Archimonde stretched out his right hand and shouted:
"Sword, come!"
Sword?
"Does Archimonde also have weapons?" Robbie wondered as he cast the spell.
The tallest spire of Dalaran suddenly snapped off at the base, shooting skyward and falling into Archimonde's hands. He casually brandished this terrifying weapon, Archimonde with smug satisfaction.
"Arthas, do you see my power? How can you withstand this invincible force?"
Arthas, Frostmourne. This place was quite a distance from Dalaran Archimonde had summoned a tower from afar—such power startled even Arthas.
Unfortunately, the construction quality in Dalaran is subpar.
While it wasn't a shoddy construction project, it wasn't much better. After all, Azeroth's building technology was generally backward, and the tower crumbled into a pile of wood and bricks after only a few swings.
Archimonde, utterly humiliated, flew into a rage. "Today Scourge will be destroyed!"
The great Demons swung a punch at Arthas, but suddenly a massive figure blocked his path, its enormous tentacles deflecting Archimonde's fist. The tentacles then wrapped around Archimonde's limbs.
Archimonde's eyes widened as he beheld a terrifying creation, its entire body covered with mouths of all sizes, each containing countless sharp teeth.
The monster was hideous, waving enormous tentacles; he was very familiar with this image.
"Yogg-Saron, the Old Gods, what are you doing here?" Archimonde asked in surprise, but then he understood. "This is Old Gods Transformation. Azeroth still retains this kind of magic. Azshara, could it be that you have returned?"
After successfully casting the Old Gods Transformation, Robbie felt his consciousness expand infinitely. The consciousness of hundreds of thousands of Scourge soldiers condensed into an ocean, at Robbie's disposal. In that instant, Robbie's computational abilities increased infinitely, and many moves and spells that he previously didn't understand suddenly became clear.
Robbie gained a much clearer understanding not only of the Shadow power of the Old Gods, but also of the power of Holy Light and death.
"Archimonde, so you're not fearless after all; you're worried about being eliminated."
Robbie's Old Gods form was a limited form of energy, emitting strange whispers. Archimonde felt countless voices echoing in his mind, causing his confidence to waver slightly.
"You are not a true Old Gods, how can you withstand my power? World, burn!"
Archimonde unleashed the Doomfire, a massive Flame condensing into flames that scorched the materialized body of the Old Gods.
Behind Robbie stood Arthas, Kel'Thuzad, Sylvanas, and countless other Scourge. Robbie couldn't hide; he had no choice but to grit his teeth and bear it, which was exactly Archimonde's plan.
The Old Gods Transformation briefly granted the Power of the Old Gods, but naturally could not compare to the true Old Gods.
But Robbie is different from the Old Gods. He knows more about magic, especially what he learned during Queen Azshara's time. Before, he had only learned a little bit of magic and couldn't use most of it. With the help of the Old Gods' calculation abilities, he has figured out a lot of things.
A black hole appeared, revealing a dazzling starry sky inside. The Doomfire disappeared into the black hole.
Archimonde recognized the spell, frowned slightly, and whispered, "Twilight of the Worlds."
Next, the enormous tentacles smoothed out the black hole and repaired the damaged space. Archimonde was very familiar with this, having witnessed Illidan cast this spell ten thousand years ago.
"Azshara, it really is you. You've really returned. I knew you wouldn't abandon Azeroth."
In the Azeroth, even when facing the Old Gods, Archimonde remained confident. He might fail, but he was certain he could escape and his life would not be in danger.
Only Queen Azshara, his former student, instilled a deep-seated fear in him.
Archimonde stopped, cautiously taking a few steps back. Given Archimonde's massive size, those few steps covered a considerable distance. He pondered for a moment, then issued a warning:
"Azshara, my student, you are too unwise. The time is not yet ripe. It is not your time to return. Hmph, you will pay the price for your naivety."
Archimonde turned and left. The power of the Moon Goddess enveloped the earth. Archimonde knew that Elune, would not let Queen Azshara go. Why should he take action himself? Of course, the main reason was that he couldn't defeat her.
Robbie had finally scared Archimonde away, and Robbie was also sweating bullets. After using the Old Gods Transformation, he realized that he was far from being a true Old Gods, and more importantly, he could not maintain this state for long.
If Archimonde can stall for even a little while, Robbie will surely lose.
However, this Old Gods Transformation allowed Robbie to learn a lot of magic. Given time to familiarize himself with and study it, he might not be without a fighting chance when he encounters Archimonde again.
The manifestation of the Old Gods's energy disappeared. Robbie nodded to Arthas, and the Scourge slowly withdrew from the Dalaran Kingdom.