Within the colorful bubbles, a small blue moon from the depths of space revolves around the Azeroth Planet.
But this period of peace was short-lived. A brighter planet approached Azeroth, and its powerful force tore at the little blue moon. The moon quickly succumbed, and a large chunk of Frost on its back broke off and fell onto the land of Azeroth, forming a blizzard-ravaged Frost realm.
From then on, the Azeroth Planet had two moons: the bright and lively Elune and the lifeless Blue Child.
Robbie and Arthas were both secretly astonished. Could this be the origin of the Nexus region?
The colorful bubbles reveal an ancient history: the moon, known as the Blue Child, became a satellite of Azeroth even before Elune, a story of unexpected entanglement between the two planets.
A majestic voice emanated from within the colorful bubbles:
"Children of Azeroth, your courage fills me with admiration. Throughout the endless history of the universe, whenever a planet suitable for life takes shape, a satellite will fly by to spread the seeds of life, and the Blue Children bear this responsibility."
"What's the purpose of doing this?" Robbie asked.
The voice replied:
"The Void faces unimaginable enemies that threaten the safety of the universe. Only diverse life forms can defeat these enemies. The Blue Child spread the seeds of basic life with the aim of evolving different species. But if life goes astray on the wrong evolutionary path, they will destroy most of the species on the planet with extreme cold and start sowing again. Before you, Azeroth Planet experienced six major ice ages."
The six ice ages were six cycles of destruction and rebirth.
Robbie began to understand. The woman, who appeared to be Night Elf, wielded the power of nature and life, and was the sower of life. The chilling, mountain-like cow was the Destroyer of the harsh cold.
"A woman and a cow are the Blue Child's World Souls?" Robbie asked, sounding like he was guessing.
The colorful bubble replied, "That's right. Elune, imprisoned the World Soul, making it guard the Nexus seal for her. The history of Azeroth has been shrouded in mystery ever since, before the invasion of the Old Gods and the arrival of the Titans occurred, and this planet faces more and more crises."
Arthas asked warily, "Why are you telling us this?"
The voice said with a playful tone, "Your strength is beyond expectations, but you are destined to fail. I just wanted to make this battle more exciting."
Arthas remained unfazed and said calmly, "The Scourge will never fail."
Loud laughter came from inside the bubble, seemingly mocking Arthas's arrogance.
As the laughter subsided, a large number of colorful bubbles burst and disappeared simultaneously, and at the same time, the battle situation in the Nexus area changed.
The woman, who resembled Night Elf, held a cluster of green life seeds in her right hand.
The seed of life constantly changed its form, eventually hatching into a black egg. With a gentle push, the woman sent the black egg into the green Plague water.
The egg hatched quickly, greedily absorbing the power of the Plague and Corruptive Power, and soon grew into a creature more than three meters long, resembling a crocodile with a mouthful of sharp teeth.
Arthas commanded the Undead piranhas to besiege them, successfully tearing them to pieces. However, the small pieces of flesh scattered in the Plague Waters rapidly grew into a large group of crocodile-like creatures, which then engaged in a great battle with the Undead piranhas.
It's actually cell-level reproduction; as long as there's a piece of flesh left, it can grow into a mature organism.
The crocodile-like creatures multiplied too quickly, soon covering the entire body of water. The Undead piranhas were forced into retreat, and Arthas had no choice but to activate the self-destruct mechanism.
Specially crafted magical flames ignited the Plague waters, causing them to burn fiercely. The fire reduced the Undead piranhas and crocodile-like creatures to ashes.
In the center of the Flames, a woman resembling Elf strolled leisurely, picked up a charred piranha skeleton, and sniffed it carefully, producing a clear and pleasant sound:
"The smell of humanity, behold, a bunch of arrogant and undisciplined creatures. You are not the first generation of humans on Azeroth. Countless ages ago, I destroyed a generation of human civilization. Your lifespans are too short, your growth cycles too long, and you age too quickly. It is difficult for you to develop a powerful civilization. Your limit is to dig for food in the ground, endlessly cycling through generations of birth and death, a pure waste of time."
Then, the woman showed a look of surprise:
"Oh, oh, what am I seeing? A magnificent city, dazzling magic, a large group of outstanding ambitious individuals and Mage. Humans actually have such potential. Am I wrong? You've even found a new path of evolution. Undead creatures, I'm starting to look forward to it."
The Scourge soldiers all clearly heard the woman's voice, as if it were a voice flowing through their blood. Arthas's gaze sharpened, and he launched the next wave of attacks.
This was the most traditional cannon fodder attack; countless Ghouls rushed into the cave and besieged the woman from all sides.
A green halo surrounded the woman, and all the Ghouls that approached instantly fell dead, their corpses piling up like mountains. The Ghouls behind pushed the corpses forward, squeezing every inch of space.
"Interesting creatures, simple lives sustained by broken souls, exceptionally good cannon fodder—it's astonishing how far human intelligence can go!"
As more and more Ghoul corpses appeared around her, the woman couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. A ring of green Flames spread outwards, burning away all the Ghouls in the cave.
The cannon fodder was merely a delaying tactic. As the Ghouls launched their attack, countless World-Ending Mecha, resembling wasps, took to the sky. These mechs did not engage in combat but instead dropped metal pillars Rune in runes into the surrounding area.
The densely packed metal pillars, like a fence, surrounded the Battlefield, with Runes flashing constantly, forming an Anti-Magic Field that isolated magical elements.
No matter how powerful an existence is, it must rely on energy such as Fel, Holy Light, Arcane, and the power of nature to fight. If the supply of these energies is cut off, once the energy in its body is exhausted, it can only surrender.
This was Robbie's invincible plan for Arthas: using rune arrays to cut off the energy supply, and then using cannon fodder tactics to continuously deplete the enemy's energy reserves. The woman and the cow were both bound by chains and could not escape, and would eventually die from exhaustion.
The woman's expression turned slightly serious. "An interesting plan, but unfortunately pointless!"
Arthas's aged face was tinged with madness. This time, the attackers were a large horde of Gargoyles Gargoyle rock-like skin, which could not be ignited by the green Flames.
The woman casually waved her hand, and a seed fell to her feet, taking root in the rock. Drawing nutrients from the hard rock, it quickly grew into a large vine that tightly entangled the Gargoyles, twisting them into pieces bit by bit.
Arthas refused to give up and successively dispatched large groups of Abominations, Death Knight Order, and other cannon fodder.
After numerous attacks by cannon fodder, Arthas and Robbie discovered that the woman's energy showed no signs of depletion and remained incredibly abundant, wiping out large groups of Undead with a wave of her hand.
"That's impossible!"
Robbie sensed something was wrong.
Energy cannot appear out of thin air, nor can it disappear out of thin air; there must be unknown ways to replenish a woman's natural and life-giving energy.