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Endless rain of fire fell from the sky, landing on the roaring giant beast.
However, the magic that contained enormous magical power only splashed some sparks and debris when it fell on the giant beast. Under the desperate eyes of the elves, the terrifying and cracking fire element was completely absorbed by the other party like a whale.
What's worse is that they suddenly discovered that the power and consumption of many highly lethal magic spells they used were not only half as effective as those with twice the effort, but even the chanting time had to be extended.
This almost made the already unsustainable situation even worse.
Even if they hadn't bothered to harm the Sunwell, with their current strength, they were practically helpless against the behemoth. Every movement from the other side was like a landslide, capable of bringing devastating disasters to the elves.
The peaceful, natural and beautiful surrounding environment had already become a mess. The awakened and enraged beasts launched a massive attack on the elves like a madman.
Since the war thousands of years ago, the elves of Quel'Thalas had not suffered such severe losses. This also dealt a heavy blow to their arrogance and pride that they had always maintained.
Thousands of years ago, various races including humans and dragons helped them, but what about now?
As the human alliance on Thoradin's side, the countries closest to them, such as Lordaeron, are also experiencing great troubles, and it is probably difficult to provide them with support.
Where is the dragon?
As long as there is no invasion from outside the domain or a disaster that can destroy the world, those creatures who like to stay in their nests and do their own work probably won't bother to look outside.
But no matter what, even if those forces are willing to lend a helping hand, it is too late.
The unknown beast was wreaking havoc around it. Every time it moved, the ground would sink, leaving deep craters and tremors that spread far and wide. This showed that its body density was far greater than its size suggested.
The opponent's roar was so deafening that any elf that got close to it would have its brain go blank and even its internal organs would be severely impacted.
The roaring flames swirled around the opponent's body as he moved, like a giant turtle walking with a volcano on its back.
A fierce poisonous gas spread from the beast's body like a dark cloud, shrouding it in a haze of smoke. This gas was highly corrosive, corroding any life that dared approach it. Even steel and magical equipment were equally affected by this fierce toxic gas, corroding into a pile of decay.
This almost eliminated any attempt to approach the giant beast. Whether it was the scorching flames or the spreading poisonous clouds, the elves were forced to retreat again and again.
The giant beast on the opposite side doesn't even need to do anything. Even if it just walks around the territory of Quel'Thalas, it can turn this beautiful country into a ruin with no one living.
No elf could resist the toxic gas's corrosion for long, and no city could withstand the beast's trampling and ravage. The royal city built by the elves was nothing but a pile of fragile and useless things in the face of the beast.
The elves had already used every possible means, and the arcane lights and magical arrows never stopped firing. However, those arcane magics were either absorbed without any pain or were mostly burned by the poisonous clouds and high-temperature flames before they could reach the behemoth.
Advanced and dangerous magic such as space magic is subject to inexplicable restrictions and cannot play its due role at all.
As for exile?
Exiling this giant would require a lot of effort even with the Sunwell's functions, not to mention that the Sunwell is now occupied and not even a single bit of its energy can be borrowed.
The spellcasting materials and preliminary preparations they had prepared were declared a failure when the enemy could no longer stop them. Those things had already become food for the enemy.
They wanted to lure the monster to another place, such as the frozen continent occupied by the frost dragon Skarsa, but without the magic of space teleportation, they could not do this.
Leaving aside the inevitable losses along the way, this ravenous behemoth couldn't possibly stray too far from the Sunwell.
They had tried this many times. Although the beast would attack them frantically each time, it would not advance further once it reached a certain distance.
hold head high!
The long and loud roar of the giant beast was accompanied by a gust of wind.
Two sun-like eyes stared at the elves with great malice from within the swirling poisonous cloud. The Sunwell was now completely enveloped in the poisonous cloud, and with the awakening of the behemoth, the cloud's range continued to expand.
If there were no restrictions, it would soon reach the royal city of Quel'Thalas. If it reached that point, they would have to migrate and move like they did ten thousand years ago.
"What should we do next?"
A high elf looked on in dismay, feeling the ground shaking beneath his feet as he watched the giant beast disappear back into the poisonous cloud. As the poisonous cloud spread wider and wider, it became increasingly difficult for them to enter the cloud and do anything to the beast.
They are even starting to have a headache about how to deal with the spreading poisonous cloud.
A barrier?
This is a good idea! However, the poisonous cloud is so corrosive that it's hard to say how long the barrier will last.
What's more, living next to such an insurmountable behemoth, the nearby elven city has to worry about the opponent's attack all the time.
The best thing to do, of course, is to give up this place and go out to find a place with plenty of magic to settle down.
But can they give up this place, can they give up the Sunwell?
They can't!
Without the Sunwell's arcane energy, their lifespans would be drastically shortened, and their long-accumulated magical addiction would relapse. For the high elves, the Sunwell's arcane energy was their very lifeblood!
At least, they won't give up easily.
Where would they go to find the second Sunwell?
To the territory of the night elves who drove them out?
Anasterian's face was as gloomy as water. During this period, he had mobilized almost all the elven power he could in a short period of time, and later even mobilized the entire country to fight, but they were completely helpless against the behemoth.
The opponent's massive size made him a good target; once attacked, he had no chance to dodge. However, his massive size and immense energy also resulted in him having thick skin and flesh.
Arcane magic had no effect on the enemy at all, and advanced arcane magic always had various problems. Without the supply from the Sunwell, their strength inevitably dropped significantly.
And what about the other party?
The behemoth paid no heed to the elves' random attacks. Even though its movements were slow and lacked the elves' agility, its mere movement was a mobile volcano. Add to that the splattering fire element and the spreading, unreasonably corrosive poisonous cloud, capable of assimilating and corroding even energy, and the enemy's difficulty skyrocketed.
Perhaps only those guardian dragons can truly and unscrupulously fight against each other at close range.
For a moment, Anasterian even regretted expelling the orc so quickly. Perhaps he should have listened carefully and considered the other party's proposal.
But right now?
As the king of Quel'Thalas, Anasterian knew he had to make a choice: either deal with the behemoth or find someone else to deal with it.
As for moving out of home?
Unless the night elves who drove them out were willing to give up their habitat so that they could enjoy the arcane energy of the Well of Eternity, their only option was to take back their Sunwell.
Human?
Dragon?
Or, the orcs who orchestrated all of this?
The elves were indeed arrogant, but at critical moments, they did not resist outside help. At least during those two great wars, the elves never considered resolving them on their own.
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Stratholme.
It was another night, and Uther, with a solemn expression, led his newly formed team of paladins on patrol around the plague quarantine center. He had seen that phantom several times in the past few days.
They even had a brief encounter.
It was a creature that looked extremely ugly and evil, its entire body like some kind of shadow creature, without any physical form, but it had left behind some body fragments.
It was a strong source of plague infection. Even Uther, who was protected by the Holy Light, was infected with a certain disease by just touching a small piece of its leftover fragments.
The opponent was incredibly difficult to kill. Even the intense holy light only caused him to scream in pain twice. But at the same time, he was forcibly inflicted with various weakening and malignant states. Even his robust body, protected by the holy light, instantly issued a "warning." He felt excruciating pain, felt powerless, and coughed up black blood recklessly.
Even he suffered the same fate, and the soldiers around him didn't even struggle, as they were corroded from the cellular level, first turning into a bloody mess of flesh, then into a forest of bones, and finally completely turning into a wisp of dust. Not even a corpse was left.
Fortunately, the opponent didn't seize the opportunity to attack him, but instead retreated into the dark shadows. The rich power of holy light and the shadow power within his body constantly collided and consumed each other. After spending a while to remove them, Uther felt like he had walked through the door of death.
After recovering, Uther didn't dare touch the fallen debris with his body. After purifying the surroundings with holy light, he left.
In the next few days, Uther participated in night patrols almost every day. He always wanted to see the shadow creature again. He had already confirmed that it was the other party who caused the plague in Stratholme. The other party was the fuse of this plague and the source of the plague.
As for the plague in Lordaeron's capital, Uther suspected it was a similar situation, some kind of shadowy creature summoned from beyond the realm by the orcish shaman or high priest.
As long as we deal with the other party, can we completely get rid of this plague?
Even though Uther knew the shadow creature was dangerous, he still searched for it every day in Stratholme. Only by defeating it could Stratholme truly be free of the plague, rather than the current situation where people died from the plague every day.
Holy Light could indeed slow down the plague's effects on the human body, but it didn't mean one could be immune to the plague's damage, or even ignore it. Even a paladin like Uther would be struck down by the sudden onslaught of infection if faced with even a fragment of that creature, let alone the ordinary residents of Stratholme.
Those who can persevere are either those who are more devout to the Holy Light and are more favored by the Holy Light, or those who are relatively well-built and younger.
The Holy Light can only delay the outbreak of the plague, so that Stratholme will not become a dead city due to the plague in a short period of time.
However, apart from that day, the shadow creature seemed to have disappeared in the following days and was never exposed to Uther again. But the plague in Stratholme suddenly became more severe.
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Dalaran.
"I have come to Dalaran to seek aid for the elves."
Kael'thas Sunstrider, a high elf dressed in blood-red robes and with shiny golden hair, and the child of Anasterian, the current king of Quel'Thalas, asked for help from Antonidas who had returned.
He described in detail the difficulties and disasters the elves were facing without reservation. For him, if he could not get reinforcements from Dalaran, he would have no choice but to return to Quel'Thalas with his followers to help.
Although he knew very well that even if he returned with his men, he would be powerless against the behemoth, as an elven prince and the next king of Quel'Thalas, he had certain responsibilities and tasks that he must shoulder and fulfill.
"A behemoth?" Aegwynn, who had returned with Antonidas, had also heard Kael'thas' words. She was also very interested in the behemoth. As for being afraid?
Aegwynn, who had faced Sargeras and was convinced that she had killed him, was not afraid of such a huge enemy.
But the only thing that limited her now was that her guardian power had been handed over, and now the magic energy had been tampered with, her strength was greatly affected.
But fortunately, her years of following Agatha were not in vain. She could borrow energy from other dimensions, and after modification and conversion, she could perform some specific advanced magic.
According to Agatha's experiments, the magic she brought from another world can be used successfully as long as the corresponding energy source is found and modified.
Agatha also taught her many magical spells from her world, and as long as she could borrow the corresponding power, it was not difficult to use them. And coincidentally, Aegwynn's long life and research on magic had allowed her to know many secrets.
She was not stingy in sharing her knowledge when needed, and she had also consulted Agatha beforehand.
Agatha, who was following behind Aegwynn, was deeply wary of this. She always felt that once Aegwynn taught the magic of another world, it might be a huge pit.