Throughout the long life of Elemental Lords, one must also draw upon the knowledge and magic of others, constantly learning and progressing.
Neptulon, with a purely inquisitive attitude, invited Thrall to ascend the Altar.
The plan went very smoothly from the start, and Thrall led a large group of Shaman Orcs triumphantly to the top of the Altar.
The risk has been minimized. Even if the magic goes awry and fails to control Neptulon, he has ways to excuse himself, such as claiming that he is not skilled enough to communicate with the tides.
With the help of many Shaman, Thrall began casting his spell. When the first surge of Fel energy appeared, Neptulon was surprised but did not suspect anything.
After all, Thrall emphasized that this magic came from the Burning Legion, and as everyone knows, the Legion's magic is primarily based on Fel.
As more and more Fel gathered, Thrall's face gradually became ferocious. Neptulon stared intently at Thrall's spellcasting, afraid of missing any detail.
There is no clear distinction between the strength of Fel and Elemental Power; they simply have their own advantages and disadvantages. For example, Fel energy is chaotic, violent, and difficult to control, and it can Corruption the souls of living beings.
Neptulon, the water Elemental Lords, fears nothing more than the power of Corruption.
Thrall was extremely excited. The spell was being cast very smoothly without any major mistakes, and he was close to success.
Although several Shaman succumbed to the backlash and died, others immediately took their place.
As the spell was about to be completed, Thrall could almost see Neptulon groveling before him, fawningly licking his toes.
"Neptulon, become my servant," Thrall cried out in his heart.
Neptulon was still pondering the principles of magic and sensing its mysteries when he suddenly saw a large surge of Fel energy rushing towards him, its target being his Pure Water Core.
"Thrall, what are you doing?"
Neptulon was taken aback. His body was too large to evade the Fel attack. He could only condense layer after layer of Water Shields. However, this magic was inherently effective against Elemental. It easily pierced through the layers of shields, passed through the elemental body, and struck the Pure Water Core directly.
"No, no, you have defiled me."
Neptulon cried out in alarm, for the Pure Water Core had been Corruption. Countless Fel forces were seizing territory, spreading rapidly from the core and gradually Corruption upon his entire body.
The magic's effect exceeded Thrall's expectations. He believed he had succeeded and smugly declared, "Foolish Neptulon! You have lived for countless ages, claiming to be older than this world, yet you are foolish enough to help our Orcs. Become my slave, Neptulon!"
"What?! Slave? Stop this magic immediately! I'm willing to become your slave!"
Feeling his life was in danger, Neptulon had no choice but to abandon his dignity and pray for survival.
It's rare for an Orcs to live to be a hundred years old. Trading decades of lost freedom for one's own life is a very worthwhile deal.
If it were Night Elf, Neptulon would definitely refuse.
"Stop? Why should we stop?"
Thrall scratched his head, feeling a strange sense of unease, vaguely sensing that this magic was different from what he had expected.
Fel energy spread through Neptulon's body, gradually turning it green, and his body rapidly collapsed. Seeing Thrall's bewildered expression, Neptulon's vision blurred, and he roughly guessed the truth, thinking that everything was over.
This magic comes from Gul'dan in Parallel Worlds. In his early years, Gul'dan was driven out by his people, endured many hardships, and narrowly escaped death before finally reaching the Throne of the Elements in Nagrand to seek the protection of the elements.
But the elements cruelly rejected him.
Only the Fel sensed Gul'dan's hatred, and the power of the Fel granted Gul'dan immense strength.
Later, under Kil'jaeden's guidance, and also in retaliation for the elementals' ruthlessness, Gul'dan returned to the Throne of the Elements and used the magic taught by Kil'jaeden to severely injure all the elementals.
Later, Gul'dan fell into the hands of the Brotherhood, Kel'Thuzad tortured him to extract all the knowledge he possessed, which naturally included this magic.
Neptulon, the Water Elemental Lords, is hailed as the strongest of the four Elemental Lords. Even with the help of Fel Magic specifically designed to counter him, defeating him head-on remains extremely difficult.
Only an unexpected surprise attack can achieve the best results.
Elemental Lords are difficult to kill. Seeing that he could not escape the Fel Corruption, Neptulon immediately hardened his heart and exploded most of the Pure Water Cores.
The 300-meter-tall body exploded, unleashing a terrifying Elemental Power that swept everything away, shattering the Altar. Like a horrific storm, all the Shaman and Water Elementals were torn to shreds.
Only Thrall, seeing the situation was dire, used Teleportation Scroll to escape back to Orgrimmar.
Neptulon's decisive action allowed him to preserve a small, Corruption Pure Water Core. He entrusted his soul and consciousness to the core and fled back to the Throne of the Tides in a sorry state.
Under the influence of countless Power of Pure Water at the Throne of the Tides, Neptulon barely managed to reassemble his body, but he lost most of his Pure Water Core, leaving him with less than one percent of his usual strength.
Xiao Shuihua saw the weakened Neptulon and was shocked. "My lord, what happened to you? What's wrong?"
Neptulon gazed at the empty Throne of the Tides. Most of the Elites he had led out had been killed by his own explosion. Not only had he suffered heavy losses, but the entire Water Elemental Legion had also been greatly weakened.
Fortunately, Neptulon to prepare for this situation. He took out a precious Pure Water Primal Core from a treasure chest nearby and handed it to Xiao Shuihua.
With this Pure Water Primal Core, Xiao Shuihua could become a high-level Water Elemental, second only to Neptulon in strength. Excitedly, Xiao Shuihua Splash accepted the Pure Water Primal Core and asked, puzzled, "Lord, what are your orders?"
Neptulon said weakly, "Xiao Shuihua, absorb this Pure Water Primal Core, take my place, and rule the Throne of the Tides. From now on, you are me, Neptulon, the Water Elemental Lords. Remember, Azeroth is in turmoil. Our Water Elemental Legion has suffered a great calamity and is powerless to contend with any other side. Staying in seclusion and enduring hardship is the right way."
Xiao Shuihua Splash nodded repeatedly. Neptulon stood up. As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows, let alone Elemental Lords has lived for countless years. He has many secret hiding places, the locations of which even his closest friend, Xiao Shuihua, does not know.
"I need to go and recover from my injury, Xiao Shuihua. Remember, be careful and don't act rashly," Neptulon said reluctantly.
"My lord, when will you return?" Xiao Shuihua asked eagerly, while the giant squid Ozumat beside him also looked longingly at its master.
"If everything goes smoothly, it should be in ten thousand years." Condensing a new Pure Water Core is extremely difficult, Neptulon said with deep regret.
"It's a pity that Azeroth is going through a turbulent time, with both risks and rewards, and I can't participate in this chaotic struggle. I wonder if Azeroth will still exist by the time I recover from my injuries?"
Neptulon's voice grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared completely.
Having absorbed the Pure Water Primal Core, Xiao Shuihua's body rapidly expanded, transforming into a form similar to Neptulon. Glancing at the giant squid Ozumat beside her, she rolled her eyes and said:
"I am not the lord, and I cannot protect the Throne of the Tides. I have a plan that can allow us to temporarily distance ourselves from the conflict."