After hearing Mannoros say "Twilight of the Realms", the soldiers of the Burning Legion were in an uproar. Even veterans who had fought in countless worlds couldn't help but frown.
Twilight of the Realms is one of the top magics, as famous as Archimonde's Finger of Death and Kil'jaeden's Darkness of a Thousand Souls.
When controlled, this magic can penetrate space.
If it is not controlled, a terrible explosion will occur, taking away tens of thousands of legionnaires in an instant.
Looking at the upper elves again, the eyes of the soldiers of the Burning Legion changed, and they were full of fear of this world.
Manolos shouted:
"Azshara, are you crazy? You actually taught this dangerous magic to your subordinates. You clearly know the consequences of this magic. Do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
The twilight of the worlds will leave scars once it penetrates the space, which is much more terrifying than the space cracks caused by the misuse of magic.
You must know that space is not stable. There are various terrible energy storms in the void, which may tear the space apart through this hole, just like a thousand-mile embankment destroyed by an ant nest.
The illusion of Queen Azshara smiled faintly: "Manoros, thank you for your concern for Azeroth. Don't worry, I have a way to deal with this magic, Illidan."
Illidan walked forward without looking at him as he recited the incantation. He just looked more serious and stretched out his hand to touch the black hole the size of a basketball, and then lightly wiped it a few times.
The black hole disappeared and space was repaired.
Manolos was stunned, and the Burning Legion was silent. This kind of magic was beyond their knowledge. There was fear in the eyes of the legionnaires.
"This is impossible."
Mannoros screamed loudly, staring at Illidan unblinkingly with evil green eyes.
Being able to heal the space penetrated by "Twilight of the Worlds" means that the night elves have mastered the technology of repairing space.
The Burning Legion enters Azeroth through the space rift, and the night elves can cut off their retreat at any time.
"Manolos."
Queen Azshara's voice echoed, carrying some kind of magic, and passed through the portal. Every legionnaire could hear it and be deeply in awe of it:
"Although you are Principal Archimonde's adjutant, in the Sargeras Void Academy where there are many talented people, your magic level is not even comparable to that of the gatekeepers. You don't understand the mysteries of magic at all."
Manolos blushed. He was really not good in the field of magic. His specialty was the contamination of blood.
"Queen Azshara."
Manolos looked ferocious, and the queen looked down upon him. He had enough reasons to complain, but unfortunately he had nothing to do.
Only with strength can you gain dignity, and the Legion has always adhered to this standard.
Above the Burning Legion, the sky suddenly darkened, and a huge shadow appeared.
The terrifying sound was like thunder, rumbling:
"Azshara, you deserve to be the best student in the academy. You have done a great job."
Although it was a compliment, the tone was full of arrogance. Then, a huge shadow fell in front of the legionnaires, it was Archimonde the Defiler.
Archimonde is tall, and Mannoroth, the lord of the abyss, can only be as tall as Archimonde if he has his head straight up. His face is firm and his facial features are as sharp as a knife, which is more pleasing to the eye than the ferocious Mannoroth.
Archimonde the Defiler looked at Illidan with admiration: "Space Repair, even within the Legion, this magic is a secret, a strictly confidential magic. Azshara, you can actually make a breakthrough."
Queen Azshara looked indifferent and chuckled: "Principal Archimonde, long time no see."
"I have a lot of things to be busy with. There are countless worlds in this universe waiting for the Legion to save." Archimonde looked at the illusion of Queen Azshara quietly: "You are still the same as before, unwilling to go out to meet people. If not,
You can't achieve great achievements in magic either. You are my student, so I came here."
The Queen smiled softly: "I don't know what attracts you to Azeroth, my Lord Principal."
Archimonde looked at Queen Azshara strangely, sensing that something was wrong with her tone, as if she was confident. He didn't know what had happened recently in Azshara City, and reminded:
"The Well of Eternity has been bothering you, and I'd be happy to help."
Photographed in Azshara's two subordinates showed powerful magic power, Archimonde had to pay attention to it, hesitated a little, and greatly lowered the price:
"I need a piece of land, just one-tenth of Azeroth's land, for the legion's garrison. Azshara, I won't ask for an inch of the night elves' land. You can take those desolate, uninhabited, or barbaric areas.
Leave the land where aliens live to me, and our legionnaires are extremely adaptable."
Archimonde felt that he had been very merciful. Originally, he hoped to get half of the land.
Queen Azshara smiled after hearing this: "We have already solved that matter you mentioned."
"What?"
Archimonde showed a look of disbelief and shouted loudly: "Impossible, without the legion's true eyes, mortals cannot look directly into the spiritual world of a god, unless they get permission from the god."
Queen Azshara waved her hand casually, and a brilliant rainbow appeared over the Well of Eternity. The colors of the rainbow continued to change, forming a huge starry sky gate.
Only a few people can see through the mystery, and Manolos is even more confused.
Archimonde's expression was uncertain, and he could understand the changes in the Well of Eternity.
A star gate leading to the void means that Queen Azshara can continuously draw magic power from the void without passing through the body of the ancient god N'Zoth.
Being able to do this proves that Queen Azshara has analyzed the structure of N'Zoth's spiritual body and gained insight into some of the abilities of the Old God.
Azeroth must be hiding secrets, Archimonde warned himself.
Although Queen Azshara is a genius, she should not be able to reach this level. Archimonde knows his students well enough.
Having lost his bargaining chip, Archimonde looked very unhappy, but in his heart he coveted Azeroth even more.
"Principal Archimonde, I think you should think about yourself, such as solving personal problems." The Queen's eyes swept over Archimonde's tall body:
"In order to become stronger and to accommodate more evil power, you have to increase your body size. You were originally an eredar, similar in stature to us night elves. Look what you have become now.
A monster."
After a pause, Queen Azshara continued: "You must have suffered a lot because of this huge body. You haven't even had a girlfriend for tens of thousands of years."
The legionnaires all looked at Archimonde, and many soldiers showed sympathy.
Archimonde has a huge body, and in order to adapt to him, the staff around him, such as secretaries, have to transform into huge bodies, but that is just an illusion, and the body structure has not changed.
"Azshara." Archimonde gritted his teeth, almost unable to control the evil energy in his body, and almost fainted.
Queen Azshara said seriously in an academic tone:
"I know how difficult it is to maintain a huge body. You must use magic to balance the pressure in your body at all times to avoid being crushed by your own weight, especially a body that walks upright. Maybe I can help.
"Please don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to help you find a girlfriend. I don't know if you have heard of the magic of evil energy compression. This is my experience in studying evil energy. If you are interested, you can let your body
Restore its original size and maintain its strength."
"Then what's the price? What's the price?"
Archimonde asked with a livid face. (To be continued)