Watching the Old God being turned into a kebab, Shaffar was very pleased with Herad's attitude toward the Void Forces.
Lackeys of an evil power like the Void had to be dealt with in the cruelest way possible!
The more the radical Shaffar looked at N'Zoth's half-dead state, the more satisfying he found it.
If this giant deep-sea octopus monster fell into his hands, he would meet the same miserable end.
He might even suffer a more horrific punishment!
After all, Shaffar was an old-timer who had lived for tens of thousands of years.
He had seen plenty of vicious execution methods.
Death by a thousand cuts, roasting over a fire, and the like were downright pathetic!
In fact, Xal'atath had lived longer than Shaffar.
But the moment she landed after being launched into Azeroth, the other Old Gods devoured her.
It was a textbook case of dying right after landing.
Although a portion of her soul escaped by attaching itself to a claw fragment.
She remained asleep throughout those countless tens of thousands of years.
It was not until a priest of the Troll Empire awakened her.
Only then did her journey through Azeroth formally begin.
Thus, the time Xal'atath had truly spent alive was no longer than that of the older generation of Night Elves.
Moreover, she needed a host to carry her around to accumulate knowledge and experience in various fields.
Her penchant for changing hosts at the slightest excuse.
Left her unable to move for most of the time.
Compared with an old hand like Shaffar, Xal'atath fell far short!
The only useful role she could play was to run her mouth beside N'Zoth, using her sharp tongue to launch mental attacks.
But N'Zoth, who was equally skilled at running his mouth, was highly resistant in