Azeroth Miss's First Blood

Old Wang didn't enter the "Heart of Azeroth" this time.

After all, only the soul went in, while the body remained vulnerable. What if Lucy and the others betrayed him? What if the Spirit of Vengeance caused trouble?

You never knew what was in someone's heart, much less when these guys weren't even human!

So he simply sent a wisp of his consciousness inside to speak with Azeroth Miss.

Five battery cases sat before him.

After thinking it over, Old Wang took out another one.

Lucy and the other new ghosts were still waiting to become human again!

Ghost Rider was actually capable of pulling them back from between dimensions. The problem was that Robbie was too useless and hadn't yet mastered dimensional teleportation. Johnny Blaze would have been more suitable, but Lucy and the others clearly couldn't wait that long. They were about to be dragged into Hell.

The Darkhold recorded the relevant knowledge. It could also be done through scientific means, but special batteries were required.

The new ghosts were all theorists. The actual work required Eli.

So, in the end, he still had to get Eli out.

Besides, out of consideration for Robbie, he couldn't truly cripple Eli. Let him make amends for his crimes. The scientific team still needed an engineer, and Eli was fairly competent.

Eli had ambitions? He wanted to become God?

That wasn't important.

Who didn't have a little ambition?

How many people in this world didn't want to become God?

As long as he didn't let it show. If he did, Old Wang would kill him.

The problem was that even if he got Eli out and used the existing equipment to build a basic Quantum Generator, that wouldn't be too difficult. But there wasn't enough time to produce the batteries, the most technologically demanding component.

As he'd said, the new ghosts couldn't wait.

Keeping one would be enough.

At worst, he could make the Quantum Generator smaller and convert them one at a time.

It was more troublesome, but the key was that it saved money!

"Wang, you finally got something good?" Azeroth Miss appeared, blinking her large eyes in delight.

That way, I won't have to keep sleeping!

She glanced at the battery cases and was instantly disappointed. "Just these?"

They looked pretty ordinary. How much could they possibly be worth?

"...Whatever we can get for them will do." Old Wang sighed.

You didn't know how expensive life was until you ran a household. Making money was hard, okay?

But it was fine. Once the Darkhold arrived, Azeroth Miss would have to bleed heavily. She just shouldn't be afraid of pain.

"Mm."

Azeroth Miss raised a hand and tapped the void.

The Ring Road lit up, and the Time-Space Channel opened.

Old Wang naturally didn't have any "Azeroth Blood." This time, it was cash on delivery, with Azeroth Miss's true body paying the bill.

After all, her true body was connected to the Heart of Azeroth and had the authority to open the Time-Space Channel unilaterally. These were system rules established by Norgannon and had to be followed.

Four battery cases vanished.

The spherical space within the Azeroth Ring Road began to fill with blood, rapidly overflowing.

Old Wang was instantly stunned. "That much?"

He truly hadn't expected it!

Were battery cases really that valuable?

He had assumed they would at most trade for a few grams or a few dozen grams. But this spherical space was huge—large enough to fit himself inside. There had to be at least...

Ten tons?

Could it be that what was valuable wasn't the cases themselves, but the technology they contained? The knowledge from the Darkhold, knowledge beyond mortals?

Exactly. Knowledge was priceless. Technology was priceless.

Old Wang was immersed in overwhelming joy.

He began to fantasize. He began to calculate.

What could ten tons of Azeroth Blood do?

A small bottle of Well of Eternity Water could create a Sunwell. An entire kingdom's High Elves had absorbed from one for thousands of years without draining it. Sure, it wrecked their bodies, but it felt great, and it gave them insanely powerful magical constitutions and explosive spellcasting ability.

True Azeroth Blood had to be far stronger than Well of Eternity Water.

How many Sunwells could ten tons of Azeroth Blood create?

A hundred?

Or a thousand? Ten thousand?

If he used it for summoning, couldn't he summon the Windrunner Sisters, Tyrande, Liadrin, Jaina, Li Li, Taelia, and all the others, form one big family, and live happily ever after together? And keep them around for ten months without a problem?

Or, failing that, he could summon Deathwing and end the world or something?

Right, exactly how much blood was there?

Old Wang was full of high spirits. With a wave of his hand, the status panel appeared.

One look, and he was dumbfounded.

True Heart of Azeroth (Supreme Artifact)

Azeroth Blood: 10 micrograms

The amount of Azeroth Blood that had filled an entire bathtub was only ten micrograms?

Azeroth Miss, were you serious?

Old Wang looked up at Azeroth, his gaze blazing.

Had she learned from those unscrupulous systems to conceal and falsify reports, skim off the top, and take kickbacks?

"Mm, that was an illusion. I was covering up your poverty."

Azeroth Miss tapped a finger, and the brimming Azeroth Blood vanished, leaving behind a completely invisible drop.

Yes, one drop.

A tiny drop that Old Wang could only sense through his mental power.

This was Azeroth Miss's first blood.

First blood.

What could ten micrograms of Azeroth Blood do?

A Level 1 Time-Space Channel required one microgram of Azeroth Blood per second and could remain open for ten seconds.

So it could be used to summon creatures permitted by a Level 1 Time-Space Channel, such as a Goldshire Footman, an Elven Archer, or a Northshire Cleric, to serve Old Wang for ten seconds and let him enjoy ten seconds of pleasure.

Or it could be used to exchange for items worth less than ten micrograms of Azeroth Blood, such as Ooze's underwear, Sylvanas's stockings, or Tyrande's banana.

It could only be lower, never higher. After all, there were shipping fees.

Of course, there was one other option: exchange it for a one-time skill.

The skills a Level 1 Time-Space Channel could withstand were obviously the weakest kind, such as Frostbolt, Fireball...

Old Wang had already made his choice.

For now, he didn't plan to fight S.H.I.E.L.D.

He'd rather play hide-and-seek.

"Hey, snap out of it! Wang, S.H.I.E.L.D. has entered the building! Damn it, there are no cameras inside The Laboratory—there are actually no cameras! I can't see them anymore!" Skye's voice rang out, so soft that only Old Wang could hear it.

Beside him, flames burned in Robbie's eyes as the Spirit of Vengeance roared endlessly within his heart:

Boy, unleash your anger! Kill them, devour their despair, burn their souls!

Lucy kept glancing between Old Wang and Robbie, then toward the outside, tense and expectant.

Those Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. better be useful!

Keep those two occupied, and I'll have a chance to escape!

Old Wang snapped back to attention.

Right, he couldn't see them without cameras.

But he could hear them!

No matter how skilled an agent was, they couldn't move without making the slightest sound. And Old Wang's hearing was definitely Daredevil-tier, able to see in every direction and hear everything around him.

Those faint footsteps, even their weak heartbeats, were as clear to Old Wang's deliberate listening as the landlord's daughter panting. He could hear them through two walls.

Mm, about twenty meters away, not in a straight line...

"Let's go."

Old Wang grabbed the battery case and headed outside.

"Wang, are we confronting S.H.I.E.L.D. head-on?" Skye hurriedly shoved her phone into her pocket and hid behind Old Wang.

"Wang!" Robbie growled. The Spirit of Vengeance began to stir, almost beyond suppression.

"Quick! There are people inside! Two men and one woman, unarmed! Rush in and restrain them!"

The Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. said nothing. They signaled to one another and rushed inside with their guns raised.

They were only a few steps away from running into each other.

Everyone tensed.

Old Wang merely smiled calmly.

"Azeroth Miss, open a Level 1 Time-Space Channel. I want Invisibility—the weakest version will do. Three of them!"

More than ten times in one afternoon, pumped dry, went out to buy medicine, and the doctor said he'd eaten too much... indigestion. No, no, I can't do this anymore. Going again...