Ancient One, Sorcerer Supreme (Please Vote, Everyone)

"Knowledge can be copied. Books cannot."

Azeroth Miss looked at Old Wang. "Wang, I remember you telling me there are lots of pirated books online. Downloading them is free, but printing them into books costs a lot. So I believe the Darkhold's knowledge is worth zero; all 100 grams are the value of the book itself."

Old Wang: "..."

Now he understood what it meant for trouble to come from one's mouth.

"Exchange it!" Old Wang made the call.

Level 1 Time-Space Channel activated.

That was right—even delivering knowledge required opening a Time-Space Channel. The flow of knowledge was a flow of information, and transmitting information between two universes cost money.

Of course, the delivery fee was relatively low: 2%.

Within Azeroth Ring Road, the spherical space began filling with blood, yet it did not expand.

It was still a single drop of blood, floating in the center of the sphere, barely visible to the naked eye.

Then he checked the status panel. His wealth had expanded beyond belief.

True Heart of Azeroth (Supreme Artifact)

Azeroth Blood: 0.88 grams

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"Knowledge really is cheap." Old Wang curled his lip.

It was not even one percent of the Darkhold's value. Just how did Norgannon calculate this?

Well, e-books were far cheaper than physical books. It did make some sense.

How much was one gram of Azeroth Blood worth again?

There was no way to calculate that.

Still, no matter how Old Wang estimated it, it would not be cheap. It could probably buy several buildings in Chinatown.

As for its value as food?

Old Wang did not dare drink it. He would instantly swell up and explode, reduced to ashes.

Of course, that was mainly because his current physical condition was not good enough.

Azeroth's Old Wang definitely would not have been afraid. It was not as if he had never tasted it.

But no matter what, its energy was extraordinarily abundant.

Back then, Illidan had taken seven bottles of Well of Eternity essence from the original Well of Eternity. A bottle probably did not contain much—was it even one kilogram?

Yet it had created a Sunwell, which an entire elven kingdom had drawn upon for thousands of years.

It could even pull someone on Kil'jaeden's level over from another planet who knew how far away.

Azeroth Blood was even more incredible than Well of Eternity essence.

It certainly could not compare to the Infinity Stones, but it should be far stronger than Tony Stark's miniature Arc Reactor. They were not on the same level at all.

If this were used to power Iron Man's armor, a single drop might last a hundred years.

Safe, efficient, and pollution-free.

Perhaps he could sell Tony a drop?

That could wait. Tony seemingly did not need it yet.

Besides, selling blood directly was too low-class. Trading it for something else would be better.

There were plenty of good things in World of Warcraft.

As long as Marvel Universe did not have them, they were good things.

Rare things were valuable, and besides, he had a true monopoly.

How much he sold them for was entirely up to him, wasn't it?

Old Wang narrowed his eyes, remembering that con artist Druid who peddled Silver Breastplates everywhere, and revealed the smile of a profiteer.

What mattered most?

The body!

The body was the foundation of everything.

Old Wang's physical condition was actually quite good. After all, he had trained for more than a decade. Forget ordinary people—even Olympic champions were no match for him. Daredevil, Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Crossbones were no good either. They were far behind.

Old Wang estimated that his current physical condition was still a little worse than Captain America's.

Monks had extremely high overall attributes. They could fight, heal, and endure; fight up close or at range, go high or low; advance to attack and retreat to take hits. They had physical offense, physical defense, magical offense, and magical defense. They were balanced in every aspect, but none of those aspects stood out exceptionally.

His five senses were a little worse than Daredevil's;

His eyesight was a little worse than Hawkeye's;

His build was a little worse than Crossbones's;

His looks were a little worse than Black Widow's...

But in a fight, even if those people were tied together, they still would not be enough for Old Wang to beat up.

What?

They were all world-class fighting masters?

Sorry, real combat was the only standard for measuring combat strength.

How many people had they killed?

How many fights had they been in?

Old Wang had stood atop mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and piles of demons while beating up Archimonde!

Though the first time, he genuinely could not beat him...

As for Captain America?

Since Old Wang had never fought him to a draw, he really could not judge...

That guy was a bug.

At his peak, he could withstand Thanos's punches!

In the Marvel World, Earthlings' physical qualities were far inferior to those in World of Warcraft, let alone compared with Panderans.

They did not have all kinds of energy so dense it practically exploded, nourishing them.

No matter how hardworking and diligent Old Wang was, he could not raise his physical condition any further. He was still far behind Vomiting Blood Sect Leader Taran Zhu and Pandaren Brewmaster Old Chen.

Monks did not need much equipment.

For fighting, a staff was enough.

Although Old Wang trained in three paths, he had basically never served as a tank. Offense was the best defense.

Nor was there any need for him to heal.

Having a tough body was better than anything.

Better in every way.

So, he decided to continue improving his physical condition.

Azeroth Blood could not be drunk directly. Once properly processed, it would be better suited as a bomb.

But that did not mean other things would not work.

Old Wang pondered for two seconds, then made up his mind. "Exchange the first bottle of Well of Eternity essence for me—the one worth 0.11 grams!"

Kamar-Taj.

Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme, Earth's guardian, and a renowned figure throughout the multiverse, stared at the Cosmic Cauldron, seemingly lost in thought.

Suddenly, she closed her eyes.

Energy from other spaces and dimensions of the multiverse, controlled by silent incantations and spiritual power, took on tangible forms. This was magic—Kamar-Taj's magic, Marvel Universe's magic.

A full minute passed.

Ancient One opened her eyes.

"Another change in time and space. It has connected to another universe."

"A universe I have never seen before, an energy I have never encountered."

"The interference is powerful. It cannot be accurately located."

"How strange..."

Another two minutes passed before the door opened and a powerfully built Black man entered.

"Sorcerer Supreme." The Black man bowed respectfully.

"Mordo."

Ancient One spoke calmly. "Notify the New York Sanctum. Closely monitor the time-space changes in North America. Someone has connected to a new source of energy, an extremely powerful magical entity."

"A new energy source? A magical entity?"

Baron Mordo was slightly stunned. "Not the Vishanti Trinity? Could it be..."

"Not Dormammu, not the Crimson Cosmos, nor any Dark Dimension or hell. It seems to be another universe, another dimension unknown to us all."

Ancient One's brows were tightly furrowed. "We must determine whether it is friend or foe."

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