Upon entering the elemental plane of air, the scorching atmosphere immediately made Malygos, the Blue Dragon, uncomfortable.
A biting chill emanated from his nostrils, and ice-blue mist diffused from the gaps in his opening and closing mouth. The Weaver wielded frost magic, causing the surrounding space to rapidly cool down. The clash of cold and heat in this gas-rich plane immediately resulted in large raindrops.
"These two fellows are really going at it hot and heavy."
Without needing to perceive carefully, just the climate change affecting the entire plane made Malygos understand that Ragnaros and Al'Akir were locked in a fierce battle. Although Ragnaros's strength was greater than Al'Akir's, this was, after all, Al'Akir's domain. With the advantage of fighting on home ground, he would not fall into a disadvantage in a short time.
Malygos's blatant intervention also attracted the attention of the air elementals on the edge of the battlefield. Adhering to the principle of eliminating all outsiders, they began to gradually surround him.
But soon, numerous crystalline blue figures shimmered in and out of the misty plane. Many weaker air elementals dissipated under the flapping wings of the Blue Dragon warriors, rejoining the elemental plane of air.
Tarecgosa pressed down with a claw, crushing the storm elemental beneath her into a small vortex, then respectfully landed beside Malygos. "We have controlled the teleportation node and are ready to follow your commands at any time."
The Blue Dragonflight's figures moved through this area, defeating or expelling hostile elementals one by one, forming a temporarily safe stronghold.
Malygos shook his body, "Just guard this place. The coming battle is not something you dragon whelps can meddle in."
Before Tarecgosa could stop him, Malygos had already left the Blue Dragons' side, going alone to confront the powerful Elemental Lord of wind.
What should be done?!
Although confident in her Guardian Dragon's strength, the danger of Elemental Lords far surpassed that of ordinary creatures. Even a Guardian Dragon could not claim to be absolutely capable of defeating an Elemental Lord—Tarecgosa, who had faced Ragnaros, had a very clear understanding of this matter.
Just as this Blue Dragon was extremely anxious, Arthas's figure appeared not far away, which immediately made Tarecgosa feel like she had found her backbone. She quickly flew to Arthas's side.
"Mr. Arthas, please help Lord Malygos."
"Hmm? What happened?" Arthas was a little puzzled. What help did Malygos need? Shouldn't he be eagerly going to teach Al'Akir a lesson now?
Tarecgosa, of course, didn't know Arthas's thoughts. She simply recounted, in a straightforward manner, Malygos's decision to fight alone. "Lord Malygos told us to stay here, but fighting Al'Akir is a very dangerous task. I'm worried—"
She didn't finish her sentence, but her worry was already self-evident.
Arthas could also understand Tarecgosa's concern. Indeed, facing an Elemental Lord alone was quite dangerous even for a Guardian Dragon. In ancient times, it took the combined efforts of Odin and Tyr to defeat Ragnaros.
But more than his own safety, Malygos was clearly more concerned about the lives of the young Blue Dragons around him.
Although that tsundere old dragon wouldn't say it, Malygos, who had previously lost a large number of his kin and offspring, cared deeply about the safety of everyone in the Blue Dragonflight.
And as Malygos said, ordinary dragons could offer limited help when fighting an Elemental Lord. Rather than having the Blue Dragonflight by his side and making him hesitant, Malygos preferred them to provide assistance from a safer position.
"I understand. You all stay here and intercept those air elementals, trying to reduce the number of Al'Akir's minions. I will go to Malygos's side to assist."
Arthas gave a reason that was enough to reassure Tarecgosa, and he indeed needed to go check on the battle's progress. After all, this was Al'Akir's lair, and he wasn't sure if Ragnaros could truly defeat Al'Akir.
He quickly arrived at the center of the battlefield. The collision of powers between two Elemental Lords, mighty as gods, created a gigantic storm vortex, beyond the field of vision, on the edge of Skywall. Roaring hurricanes and sky-ripping lightning continuously formed and dissipated in this area, making the entire elemental plane seem to teeter on the brink of collapse.
Riding Invincible through the storm belt, in the calm eye of the storm, Arthas also saw the two colossal, god-like beings locked in fierce combat. Al'Akir and Ragnaros had both expanded their bodies to their utmost, making even dragons appear as tiny as puppies before them. Their massive forms almost filled Arthas's vision.
Facing an equally matched opponent, Ragnaros finally unleashed the raging power of Ragnaros. The storms and air currents released by Al'Akir were swallowed by the flames he summoned. Ragnaros's molten skull mask let out a wild laugh. Countless bolts of lightning struck Ragnaros's body, yet they were like coal ashes falling into a volcano, failing to stir even a ripple.
Al'Akir, fighting on his home turf, was equally formidable. The closer one got to this Wind God, the more intense the storm became. At the edges of his body, even the most violent hurricanes ever formed on Azeroth felt like gentle breezes. The weightless air, under the Elemental Lord's roar, was sharper than blades; even mountains would be carved into dust. Ragnaros's flames wrapped around Al'Akir's storm body, but were quickly blown away by the strong winds, leaving only a faint warmth before being rapidly washed away by the cold, relentless air currents.
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The two Elemental Lords had clearly unleashed their true fury, using every trick in their arsenal to defeat each other. However, their strengths, under various conditions of enhancement or restriction, were already quite similar. If there were no external forces involved, perhaps they wouldn't be able to determine a victor for ten days to half a month.
However, an external force capable of tipping the scales of victory had already been lurking nearby. In a spatial rift that neither Elemental Lord had noticed, a cunning old dragon was observing this fierce struggle.
Malygos was hidden in a temporarily opened space, an act that alone surpassed the comprehension limits of most mortal mages—maintaining the stability of such a space within the vortex of colliding powers of two Elemental Lords was like standing on a leaf in a raging sea without sinking.
While performing such a high-difficulty operation, Malygos was also multitasking, brewing a terrifying spell capable of making even gods tremble. This old Blue Dragon had even gathered magic from the focusing iris, drawing endless energy from the Twisting Nether.
As the saying goes, a well-prepared mage is an opponent no one wants to face, let alone Malygos, a Guardian Dragon endowed with the authority over Arcane magic by the Titans?
Amidst Arthas's exclamations, a magnificent ice-blue light bloomed directly between Ragnaros and Al'Akir. The roaring gales, the scorching flames, and all things in this elemental plane instantly came to a standstill.
In Al'Akir's disbelieving eyes, and amidst Ragnaros's furious curses, the world froze.
All sights, all things were captured and covered by frost, as if someone who loved the scenery had captured it with a camera. The fierce struggle froze at this moment.
The Weaver tore through space, spread his wings, and let out a joyful dragon roar. At this moment, the King of Arcane sat enthroned upon this frosty sky.
Malygos's strong intervention instantly brought new changes to the still unclear battle situation. Undoubtedly, this long-prepared forbidden spell-level magic had a considerable impact on both Al'Akir and Ragnaros.
The ice that froze the two Elemental Lords, enhanced by Arcane magic, possessed properties far superior to ordinary ice; not only was its hardness such that even Al'Akir's fierce winds could not destroy it, but even the flames controlled by Ragnaros could not melt it quickly.
To remove these icy restraints, the two Elemental Lords had to expend a great deal of energy to break through Malygos's magic. Finally, by virtue of flames' suppression of ice, Ragnaros managed to break free first.
As soon as he broke free from the icy magic's confinement, Ragnaros picked up his warhammer and pointed it at Malygos's nose, cursing him, "You stupid, senile dragon, why did you drag me into this too?"
"My apologies, this magic is extremely powerful, and I can't control its range."
Malygos glossed over his "mistake" lightly, and Ragnaros immediately flew into a rage. Although he was short-tempered, he wasn't an idiot; how could he be fooled by such a perfunctory explanation? Malygos was clearly seeking revenge; he hadn't forgotten that one of the three young dragons he had hunted earlier was blue.
Ragnaros, highly displeased, wanted to argue with Malygos, but a Binding Power he could not defy instantly made him abandon that thought.
Sure enough, Arthas had followed them. His plan to instigate infighting again could only fail.
Arthas would not relax his vigilance against Ragnaros, that troublemaker. Fire Element were not inherently stable, and as a primal element, Ragnaros was naturally particularly prominent in this regard. But as long as he could be controlled just right, Ragnaros's power was also a formidable asset.
"While your archenemy hasn't broken free from the magic yet, why don't you go give him a piece of your mind?"
Ragnaros dared not defy Arthas's command. He could only glare fiercely at Malygos, then turned all his wrath towards Al'Akir nearby.
At this moment, Al'Akir had just managed to free his head from the ice. He looked in panic at Ragnaros's hand, full of killing intent and raging flames, "Wait, Ragnaros, you forgot—"
Without giving Al'Akir a chance to speak, Ragnaros's hammer directly smashed the Elemental Lord of wind, along with the remaining ice crystals, into smithereens. Violent Fire Element energy surged through Al'Akir's body. Although such an attack couldn't kill him, it was enough to give him a hard time.
After being directly struck by Ragnaros's hand, Al'Akir could no longer even maintain the massive body he had created to contend with Ragnaros. Large quantities of air element scattered from his body, rejoining the world.
Al'Akir's body had shrunk considerably, and his aura became listless, clearly having been severely wounded by Ragnaros's warhammer.
Ragnaros skillfully threw out fiery shackles, binding Al'Akir. He showed a cruel smile, "It seems I still won, Al'Akir."
"You... you traitor." Al'Akir was tightly bound by Ragnaros's power, with no room left to struggle. "The Old Gods will avenge me."
"Revenge? Hmph, those parasites who call themselves gods are all selfish. N'Zoth won't avenge you; he'll only greedily devour everything you leave behind," Ragnaros threw the cruel truth at Al'Akir, while not forgetting to intimidate his old rival, "Since it's all going to benefit someone else, why not let me completely devour the plane of air element!"
Al'Akir weakly retorted, "Have you forgotten our defeat? They... are invincible."
Ragnaros's arrogant smile almost tore through the black skull mask formed of lava. Scattered firelight overflowed from the mask's eye sockets. "If they're invincible, why are we two being pushed to the front now? Where is that invincible god?!"
Al'Akir remained silent. Of course, he had some understanding of N'Zoth's current situation. N'Zoth had just paid a price to escape from his cage, and his condition was not good. But unlike Ragnaros, who had always harbored rebellious thoughts, Al'Akir still felt it was safer to side with the Old Gods.
The Titans who reshaped the world had disappeared, and the Guardians they left behind were either dead or injured. Al'Akir didn't truly believe that the real plane had enough power to contend with N'Zoth in good condition.
But Malygos's magic just now had caused a shift in his thinking—although the Titans had vanished, the power they left behind was still not to be underestimated. So, the matter of choosing sides would most likely need to be reconsidered.
After thinking for a moment, Al'Akir suddenly looked up and sneered, "Heh, can we reconcile?"
"At this moment, are you perhaps joking?!"
Ragnaros laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, holding his stomach. "You ridiculous wisp of gas want to reconcile? I'd rather gouge out your essence, tear it in half, and throw it into the volcanoes of the Firelands, so you can eat dust there for a lifetime!"
This was the same treatment as Thunderaan the Windseeker, perhaps even worse. Elemental Creatures had extremely tenacious lives, but sometimes, a tenacious life force wasn't a good thing.
Al'Akir did not want to become Ragnaros's captive, but he feared death more—this was his domain, but once he was defeated here, it would also mean his complete dissipation, with no possibility of resurrection.
"Wait, I am willing to surrender! I also know where N'Zoth is hibernating!"
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Finally, Al'Akir, having made up his mind completely, revealed a bombshell. Ragnaros's laughter finally stopped. He looked at Al'Akir in confusion, pulling the fiery shackles to drag him in front of himself, and demanded, "What are you saying?"
N'Zoth's hibernation place? How did he not know about this at all?
Ragnaros tilted his head, looking at Arthas, who was standing on his shoulder plate, seeking his opinion. Arthas nodded slightly, signaling him to continue pressing.
Al'Akir could only explain, "N'Zoth has never trusted you. He thinks I, with my more... weaker power, am easier to control, although I never intended to resist him, after all, there was no existence stronger than the Old Gods in this world back then."
At this point, Al'Akir secretly glanced at Arthas, who was standing on Ragnaros's shoulder. "But the situation has changed now. N'Zoth is afraid of something. He is hiding in his own domain, both to avoid threats and to recuperate."
"But to continue influencing the situation in Azeroth, he has to leave a window open to communicate with us servants. Xavius also knows about this."
"Wait a moment." Arthas suddenly interrupted Al'Akir's words. While manipulating his Commanding Power to infiltrate Al'Akir, who was suppressed by Ragnaros, he asked, "You said N'Zoth is recovering from injuries?"
Al'Akir nodded affirmatively, "His condition is not good, even I can feel it. Breaking free from the cage by force cost him a very heavy price."
Arthas narrowed his eyes slightly—injuries that even an existence like an Ancient God needed to hide and recuperate from... N'Zoth's condition was probably much worse than he imagined. If N'Zoth's injuries were truly severe to a certain extent, then given his size, it would likely take centuries for him to recover.
But judging from the situation where he sent Xavius and the Elemental Lord to cause trouble everywhere, he didn't seem to be simply stalling for time, but genuinely believed that his injuries would recover quickly, and the might of the Old Gods could reappear in the world in a short time?
Interesting...
A cold smile appeared on Arthas's face. The aura that inadvertently leaked out made Al'Akir feel for a moment as if the gases within his body had stopped flowing.
What a terrifying human! Is this guy really human? Or a Titan in human skin?!
On the ornate platform in the center of the Wind God's Throne, Arthas was discussing matters concerning N'Zoth with Malygos, who maintained his High Elf form.
Al'Akir floated somewhat dejectedly at the edge of the platform, positioning his head to be level with Arthas's gaze. Ragnaros also stood by, looking at Al'Akir with a hint of schadenfreude, "Didn't you say I was a traitor? How did you also defect?"
"Shut up, I'm not in the mood to argue with you right now."
Al'Akir was feeling down. Like Ragnaros, he too had the Rune of Domination carved into him by Arthas. Faced with such an unknown and terrifying power, Al'Akir knew he had no choice. It was already a great fortune to be alive.
Fortunately, he himself had no loyalty to the Old Gods. His previous show of submission was merely due to shared interests and the pressure from the Old Gods.
"According to Al'Akir, N'Zoth has hidden within Nyalotha and sealed off most of the windows connecting to reality. The remaining ones can only maintain simple contact. It seems our plan to attack Nyalotha will fall through."
Malygos shook his head regretfully. Nyalotha was an erratic and strange plane. Besides the Old Gods, no one could accurately pinpoint Nyalotha's location unless N'Zoth intentionally exposed it.
Al'Akir, however, had a different idea, "Perhaps I can trick N'Zoth into opening a passage?"
"That sounds like a good idea too—what do you think, Arthas?"
Malygos threw the question to Arthas, but Arthas did not intend to deal with N'Zoth in this way. He pondered for a moment, then took out the dark empire blade from the void.
At the same time, the seal Arthas had placed on this short sword was temporarily undone, and Xal'atath, who had been isolated from the outside world for an unknown period, could finally perceive external information once more.
A seductive female voice rang out, "Ah~ my dear King, you must have already dealt with my annoying colleagues and transformed Azeroth into a prosperous planet like a heaven on earth, right? Oh, it's truly difficult. Perhaps I should really consider whether or not to truly serve you?"
"This repulsive evil aura..." Malygos frowned, staring at the dark empire blade. He knew of this sword but had never seen it before.
This short sword had its own will and the ability to seek advantage and avoid harm. She would never allow herself to fall into the hands of an existence beyond her control. As for those whose abilities were insufficient to control the dark empire blade, after enjoying the power Xal'atath brought them, most would sink into the illusion of "being omnipotent" until Xal'atath had extracted every last bit of their value.
As for those existences Xal'atath could not control, they simply could not find the whereabouts of the dark empire blade—until Arthas's appearance, which broke this rule.
"Oh my, isn't this our esteemed Weaver? I never expected to see you here; it's truly an honor."
Xal'atath manipulated the sword body to float in front of Malygos, just about to make intimate contact with him, when suddenly a flash of Arcane light passed, and a long staff appeared out of thin air, picking up Xal'atath's hilt and slamming her hard onto the ground.
"Sindragosa!"
Malygos quickly gripped the staff, which housed his beloved's soul, carefully checking for any damage. But Sindragosa, not caring in the least, immediately transformed into human form, glaring at Xal'atath, who was leisurely floating up from the ground, "Don't get close to Malygos, you monster!"
She had personally witnessed how the mad Neltharion had ruthlessly attacked his former friends and family. And the culprit who drove Neltharion to madness was a colleague of Xal'atath, which made it impossible for her not to have a reactive response.
"How rude, Lady Sindragosa, you should know—"
Although Xal'atath had been humiliated, she showed no sign of anger until Arthas's ruthless iron hand clamped onto Xal'atath's hilt, stifling the words she had yet to speak.
At this moment, Xal'atath lost her previous flippancy; instead, she was like a chicken with its neck squeezed. The dark empire blade trembled continuously, seemingly trying to break free from Arthas's large hand.
"Enough, Xal'atath. If you really like causing trouble so much, perhaps I should let you visit Ragnaros's castle."
Arthas's cold voice came, and Ragnaros also let out a sinister chuckle at just the right moment, "A treasure left behind by the Old Gods? I truly want to play with it properly!"
The dark empire blade trembled violently for a moment, then immediately became still. Xal'atath's slightly resentful voice came, "Alright! I won't joke anymore—tell me your terms, Arthas!"
She knew very well that Arthas wouldn't let her out for a stroll for no reason, but she was indeed tired of being trapped by Arthas in a dead space where she couldn't perceive anything or do anything. She even gradually lost the ability to perceive time there, no longer able to distinguish whether days or decades had passed in the outside world.
So when she was first released, she wasn't acting; it was genuine emotion. She had even thought that Arthas had truly cleared all obstacles, and if that were the case, she would really have to worry about her own safety.
Things that lost their value would be immediately discarded; this was her consistent style and creed. However, this also applied to herself, after all, when she was imprisoned and tortured by the other Old Gods, they didn't completely kill her, precisely because she still had residual value that could be utilized.
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"N'Zoth is severely injured, you should know how an Old Gods can recover fastest in such a situation, right?"
Arthas did not respond to Xal'atath's words but instead directly asked her a question.
N'Zoth was severely injured? Then he must be hiding in Nyalotha now—Xal'atath could guess this without even thinking. N'Zoth was not as powerful as other Old Gods, but despite his weakness, he was best at hiding himself behind the scenes. Perhaps this was also why he survived to the end?
"Oh dear, it seems my old acquaintance isn't in a good situation right now. Hmm... this is truly delightful. But, King Arthas, you should also know that there's no such thing as a free lunch. Even if I were to tell you, you wouldn't believe it, would you?"
Xal'atath used retreat as a means of advance, clearly intending to gain some tangible benefits before speaking the truth.
Arthas suddenly chuckled, "Of course, that's very reasonable—come on, sign a contract. You tell me everything you know, and in return, after killing N'Zoth, I will allow you to retrieve your belongings."
"Arthas, are you sure!"
Malygos was shocked and wanted to stop Arthas from making such a promise, but Arthas raised his hand to stop Malygos's subsequent persuasion. He stared intently at Xal'atath, "How about it, is this trade reasonable?"
No more seductive words came from the dark empire blade, because at this moment, she, who had long lost her physical body and whose original body didn't even need to breathe, suddenly felt a sensation of shortness of breath.
Is this man... insane?"
"This must be a trap!"
That was Xal'atath's first reaction, but it didn't stop her from being tempted by the conditions Arthas offered.
For countless centuries, she had been bitterly waiting for such an opportunity, a chance to reclaim everything that was hers, yet in her current form, her power was always limited; let alone fighting the Old Gods, she could only avoid even slightly more powerful beings.
Those mortals could be easily manipulated, but the returns they could provide Xal'atath were pitifully small; apart from satisfying a tiny bit of Xal'atath's needs, they couldn't help her obtain the conditions necessary to turn the tables.
"Are you sure, my dear His Majesty the King?"
Xal'atath no longer maintained her affected voice, asking calmly in a slightly hoarse, deep tone.
Arthas said little, merely raising his hand to strike a rune into the dark empire blade, allowing Xal'atath to see a "contract" that filled her with joy.
"Neither of us can violate such a contract. You should be aware of the binding power of this force; even I would pay a heavy price if I tried to violate the terms of the contract."
The conditions Arthas offered seemed reasonable. His current power was enough to make N'Zoth fear him, so there was no need for him to propose such a contract at the risk of affecting himself.
Xal'atath wanted to reclaim what belonged to her, but she also didn't want to clash with Arthas. In her view, N'Zoth's demise was already fated. Arthas would not allow a re-freed Ancient God to remain on Azeroth.
And her choices were limited, only two: sign or not sign this contract.
If she didn't sign this contract, after N'Zoth's death, Arthas would most likely scatter N'Zoth's remains until everything related to the Old Gods completely disappeared from Azeroth. At that time, Xal'atath didn't believe she would have another chance to regain her freedom; Arthas might even destroy her along with it.
But if she signed this contract, at least Xal'atath could ensure she would gain enough benefits from N'Zoth to protect herself. Even if it was far from enough to allow her to contend with Arthas, at least she wouldn't be in her current vulnerable state.
As thoughts flashed like lightning, Xal'atath made up her mind: what two choices? In the end, there was only one.
"You want to know our secret… Alright, then I'll tell you."
The dark empire blade hummed crisply, and a strange connection was forged between Xal'atath and Arthas. Until the terms of the contract were fulfilled, any party violating its contents would suffer unacceptable consequences.
Xal'atath would help Arthas defeat N'Zoth, and Arthas, after N'Zoth's defeat, would need to free Xal'atath from this damned demonic sword.
"If what you say is true, that N'Zoth suffered such severe injuries that he had to close the gates of Nyalotha to recover, then under normal circumstances, he might need hundreds or thousands of years to fully recover."
After reaching an agreement with Arthas, Xal'atath returned to her languid state. Although she was still just a short sword, her tone and manner of speaking alone made one imagine a beautiful, relaxed woman before them.
"But this doesn't align with his plan. Sending out two Elemental Lords, even going so far as to release Xavius, his hidden agent in the Emerald Nightmare, hmph, it seems N'Zoth truly believes he has the upper hand and is ready to unleash this tide of war."
Xal'atath chuckled twice, then calmly spoke of an act that would sound cruel to others, "It seems he might be trying to replicate ancient practices, devouring his own kind to heal his injuries?"
Malygos retorted impassively, "On Azeroth, all Old Gods other than N'Zoth are already dead. Where would he find his kind, in the Twisting Nether?"
"I wouldn't know, after all, I'm just a sword, trapped in here for who knows how many years."
Xal'atath playfully dodged the question, which greatly annoyed Malygos. He wanted to teach her a lesson, but Arthas suddenly spoke, "So, devouring his own kind can indeed heal his injuries?"
"Of course, and it can elevate his power to the next level—haha, it's laughable, really. Although the Old Gods consider themselves 'gods' far superior to ordinary sentient beings, their greed and craving for power are even more urgent than mortals. These self-proclaimed noble gods will pounce on any possible 'ascension' like a wild dog seeing feces, biting and not letting go."
Xal'atath made no secret of her disdain for the four Old Gods, but she also turned her gaze to Arthas, for she had realized that Arthas's question had already revealed a truth to her—there was indeed an Ancient God on Azeroth other than N'Zoth.
"Oh, it seems I've learned something extraordinary—well then, my His Majesty the King, I hope next time we meet, I can see you standing on the corpse of that wild dog, N'Zoth."
Xal'atath contentedly returned to Arthas's hand. She said no more, and the dark empire blade lost its sentience at that moment, as if it had reverted to an ordinary short sword.
Malygos's face was ashen. "Is what that fellow said true?"
Arthas stored the dark empire blade in his extradimensional space, confirming Malygos's suspicion, "Yes."
"Why did I never know about this?" Malygos fell into deep confusion. As a Guardian Dragon who inherited the blessings of the Titans, he had some understanding of the existence of the Old Gods, but he had never known about the existence of a fifth Ancient God.
No… just like that Xal'atath fellow, this is most likely a secret buried in history.
"Of course you wouldn't know, because this matter is an 'experimental accident' that the Titans deliberately concealed."
Arthas's words were startling, making Malygos feel a slight suffocation: what did he mean by experimental accident? Could it be that the Titans, whom they had always revered like father gods, were actually just—
He didn't even dare to think further, because the more he followed this line of thought, the more the bloody history of the dragon race in his memory pricked his heart.
"I cannot presume the Titans' stance, but this experiment did indeed happen. To eliminate the corruption known as 'Old Gods,' the Titans established numerous research facilities across Azeroth to better study these ancient beings and find a way to eradicate the Old Gods rooted in Azeroth.
"However, countless experiments did not lead the Titans to a method of destroying the Old Gods. Instead, the experimental samples went berserk, and by a strange twist of fate, a terrifying creature similar to an Ancient God was born. It contained a mixture of various samples extracted by the Titans, making this evil god a pure embodiment of evil, darkness, and corruption, whose sole purpose was to spread corruption.
"Fortunately, with the Titans' capabilities, they easily controlled this newborn evil god and contained it as a new sample. Although the experiment wasn't entirely successful, the birth of this evil god at least allowed the experiment to progress. But just as the Titans were preparing for the next stage of experiments, some unexpected events occurred. The Titans closed the facilities, sealed this experimental subject, and left Azeroth, planning to resume their research upon their return in the future."
Arthas paused here, looking at Malygos. Malygos, with a grim expression, recounted what happened afterward, "After that, the Titans disappeared into the stars, and the Guardians, who had lost the Titans' guidance, gradually vanished from the world, returning to various Titan facilities. It wasn't until countless years later that various sentient beings—dragons, trolls, elves, humans, dwarves, and so on—appeared on Azeroth. And as their civilizations continuously developed, this terrifying experimental subject, as the fifth evil god, had always hidden itself within history."