High Overlord Rastakhan stared in horror at the pained Rezan and cried out, "Jaina, I need an explanation!"
Jaina gritted her teeth, pointed at the black-robed mage at the bow of the ship, and shrieked, "That's Kel'Thuzad."
A man's name is like a tree's shadow; Kel'Thuzad's reputation is formidable. High Overlord Rastakhan trembled with fear, stammering, "Damn it, it's the Scourge! What should we do?"
Jaina's beautiful face was ashen, her expression resolute, and she spoke righteously:
"My lord, countless warriors have sacrificed themselves for Azeroth. It is your time to Consecration your all. This is a great honor, your sacrifice is worthwhile, and history will remember you, a great King who died to save Azeroth."
Having said that, Jaina teleported away without hesitation, leaving King Rastakhan bewildered in the sea breeze.
The Old Gods possessed extremely strong abilities to Corruption and degrade. Rastakhan watched helplessly as Rezan's protective seven-colored light was Corruption, large pieces of it peeling off. His wings, composed of countless weapons, were corroded and continuously fell off, turning into wisps of black mist.
Although this phantom is just a clone of Rezan, without the clone, Rezan's strength will be greatly reduced, and he may not even be the strongest Loa.
King Rastakhan was helpless and could only pace back and forth on the deck, his face full of terror. He even thought of surrendering. The royal lineage of the Zandalari Empire rested on the Devilsaur Rezan, and it was absolutely not to be lost. Compared to that, the humiliation of surrendering was nothing.
Just as the king was about to surrender, Rezan roared and broke free from the tentacles' entanglement. Red Flames erupted from its body, and all the tentacles turned to ashes.
Rezan took a sudden step forward, severing all the tentacles that were wrapped around the five warships. The dozens of fishing boats of the Fordragon Legion quickly retreated and gathered together not far away.
King Rastakhan could not believe his eyes and was immediately overjoyed.
Rezan displayed astonishing fighting prowess, turning the tide at a crucial moment.
As expected of the most powerful Loa, they were able to break free from the entanglement of the Old Gods' power. King Rastakhan's confidence soared, and he was about to order the cannons to fire and completely annihilate the Fordragon fleet.
On Duke Bolvar's flagship, Kel'Thuzad began casting a spell. Streaks of white light flashed and disappeared, leaving only charred tentacles on the azure sea.
High Overlord Rastakhan wasn't particularly knowledgeable about magic, but Kel'Thuzad's teleportation spell was far superior to Jaina's. Rezan's victory over such a powerful mage filled him with immense excitement.
Rezan's breathing was somewhat weak, but he was still full of energy and spoke in a loud voice:
"Rastakhan, Jaina is an Imp. She deserted her post. If Jaina were here, she would surely have saved the human fleet. They would all die under my control."
King Rastakhan didn't care about any of that; he was only concerned about whether Rezan's strength had been affected, and hurriedly asked, "Rezan, are you alright?"
Rezan laughed heartily, "It's alright, this minor injury will heal in a while. Rastakhan, go back and prepare some offerings. This is a great victory. Before the great Loa, even the Scourge must retreat."
With a flash of light, the Fordragon Legion's fleet slowly descended from the sky and landed steadily on the ground.
A biting wind howled, and snow covered the land; this was clearly Northrend.
A sturdy fortress was built nearby, with mountains of weapons and armor, and all kinds of logistical supplies.
Kel'Thuzad landed slowly on the ground, pointed to the fortress before him, and introduced, "Duke Bolvar, as per your request, we have built a fortress near the Wrathgate."
The duke carefully examined the fortress and quickly discerned some of its features; it was even better than he had imagined. However, the duke was somewhat puzzled and asked:
"Archmage, what happened in the battle just now? We clearly had the upper hand, so why did Rezan break free at the last moment?"
Kel'Thuzad smiled faintly, and a transparent scroll appeared in his hand, covered with strange symbols:
"Rezan paid a price. This place contains all the secrets of the Loa, and we are very interested in it. After all, the Loa also have their pride, so I granted his request."
The secret of the Loa represents the path from ordinary beings to gods, and even the illustrious King Rastakhan did not know how to cultivate into Loa.
Duke Bolvar immediately showed great interest, Kel'Thuzad smiled:
"Duke, if you are interested, once we analyze the principles behind it, it might help you become a being of a higher rank than the Loa. However, I also have a question: what do you need this fortress for?"
Fordragon Fortress is located on Dragonbone Plains, at the entrance to Icecrown Citadel, and not far from the Wrathgate of Icecrown Citadel. If it were to serve as a base for attacking the Scourge Army, it would be perfectly acceptable.
However, the fortress is flanked by barren highlands, offering virtually no natural defenses, allowing the enemy to launch surprise attacks from their superior position.
Building a fortress in such a place is a major taboo for military strategists.
Duke Bolvar is well-versed in military strategy and warfare, a seasoned and experienced general, and should not have made such a basic mistake.
The Duke, with a look of resignation, whispered, "This is my final act of loyalty to the Kingdom of Stormwind. I will personally correct the mistakes I have made."
The Nexus, the sacred site of the Blue Dragonflight.
Malygos, the Aspect of the Blue, rested in the Anjing chamber atop the Eye of Eternity at the heart of the Ley Line Nexus, guarding the Focusing Iris.
The defeat in the war against the Red Dragonflight left the Aspect of the Blue extremely exhausted.
Of course, the Blue Dragonflight possesses the power of the Ley Line, which, if unrestrained, could cause extremely terrible consequences for the world, forcing the Red Dragon Queen to stop at the right time.
The Red Dragonflight cherish this world, but the Orcs don't care about that. They don't care about the Sundering and the shattering of mountains and tsunamis. All they care about is the Wealth and flesh of the Blue Dragonflight.
Malygos also cherished this world, but faced with the approaching Orcs, he was caught in a dilemma. Although he possessed terrifying weapons that could directly destroy Orcs Legions, the damage he would cause to the world made it difficult for him to make a decision.
"What should I do if the Orcs invade the Nexus?"
Malygos closed his eyes. If it were just the Orcs led by Garrosh, the Blue Dragonflight could easily handle them. But behind the Orcs were the mages of Dalaran and the ever-watchful Red Dragonflight.
Having paid countless prices and painstakingly raised the Orcs for ten thousand years, Malygos had become the funeral director for the Blue Dragonflight. He let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with bitterness.
Just then, the scene before them suddenly changed. It was an empty world, with only dazzling colors and mysterious lines intertwining to form a vast net of Arcane energy.
The Azeroth Ley Line Plane is governed only by the laws of pure energy.
Malygos was startled. This was the world he knew best, but the person who could forcibly drag him into the Ley Line Ley Line Plane must have a greater control over it than he did.
He is none other than Malygos, the Blue Dragonflight King, personally appointed by the Titans as the Guards of the Ley Line?
Malygos looked up in surprise and saw an elegant blue Dragon, the lover who had appeared in his dreams countless times and haunted his soul.