"Let's go."
Arthas called out, flying away on his dragon queen.
After mastering the power of the Void, he could sense a familiar feeling about three hundred miles north of the temple, was it the scent of a kindred spirit?
Since ancient times, rivals have always been enemies, and those who want to kill their peers are always their peers.
The essence of the Void is consumption; there is no equality for all beings, only the strong are respected, the weak are prey, and they devour each other.
Unless there are absolutely no other options, and a primary enemy is at hand, they will cooperate, such as jointly sealing Xal'atath, the ruler of another faction of the Void.
Seemingly sensing a peer approaching, C'Thun, still struggling to break free from its seal, felt a surge of joy.
This peer didn't seem very powerful, at least much weaker than him. If he could send this Old God over for C'Thun to devour, then this cage wouldn't last much longer.
He would reappear in Azeroth, and as for his two Old Gods brethren who hadn't yet escaped their cages, he would surely send his most sincere greetings and blessings, devouring them until not even a speck remained!
At C'Thun's command, the Ahn'Qiraj insectoids outside the prison cage became restless, and under the command of the Twin Emperors, the highest-ranking members of the insectoids, they swarmed out into the world.
They didn't care if they would be exposed; even if discovered, people would only find so many insects disgusting, their sheer numbers making one's scalp tingle and goosebumps rise all over.
They would never connect this to an Old God manipulating them from behind, nor would they imagine that they had long since pledged allegiance to C'Thun.
There was no way they could be exposed; they were perfect cannon fodder for capturing the Old Gods!
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
Raucous insect screeches and roars filled the air, and below, the yellow sand churned. Heads resembling golden ringed hornets emerged from the grit; their menacing appearance immediately suggested they were highly venomous.
The sting of a hornet; those who had been stung all spoke of it as a painful memory.
The earth shook, and the violently trembling dunes caused the ground to vibrate along with them. Even sitting at a high vantage point, one could feel the intense shaking, like the end of the world, mountains collapsing and the earth cracking.
A yellow-sand-covered hill suddenly opened a gaping maw, filled with sharp, dense fangs, extending in circles into a dark, cavernous hole.
The dense fangs made one's scalp tingle; if one accidentally fell in, they might be scared to death before they even died. The thought of being devoured by that ferocious maw made one feel unwell.
Whoosh!
Tentacles, dark and sickeningly thick, shot out from the dunes, covered in countless barbs. If one were to be struck by one of these, the experience would surely be unpleasant.
Arthas looked at the insect tide below; his craving for attribute enhancement suppressed his disgust. These were all attribute points!
He spread his hands, and invisible chains locked onto the flying hornet-like aberrant insects. These insects roared as they flew towards him, their wings vibrating at high speed, emitting a buzzing roar.
Disgusting in appearance and accompanied by noise pollution, these were merely creations of the Old Gods; normal people simply couldn't appreciate them.
Their health bars visibly decreased at a rapid rate; they lost power mid-air and plummeted downwards, crashing into the insect tide.
In a short while, their bodies were completely devoured by the insects.
Insects eating insects; even the corpses of their own kind were consumed with the thought that waste was shameful.
All Attributes +0.1
All Attributes +0.1
All Attributes +0.1
His stats were rapidly increasing. In an instant, over three hundred Void Chains branched out, continuously drawing life force and magic from these flying aberrant insects.
The distance was ridiculously far, a full six hundred meters. For a strong individual, this distance could be crossed in the blink of an eye.
But for the Ahn'Qiraj insectoids, it was a death trap. Countless insects shrieked below; those that couldn't fly bared their fangs in intimidation, while those that could fly followed behind Sinestra, eating her dust.
Watching his attributes surge by thirty points in less than a few minutes, Arthas became exceptionally fervent. There were too many; so many that he was somewhat reluctant to leave.
In the distance, Vashj summoned a magnificent magic carpet inlaid with gold thread. She sat cross-legged, her elegant posture with her snow-white feet crossed, her ten plump, reddish toes enough to drive some enthusiasts mad.
The two watched from afar, wondering why the disgusting insects had gone mad.
They also didn't understand why Ximen Chuixue had to come here. Hadn't they agreed to just mark the spot and leave?
"Do we need to help him?"
Elisande asked as a matter of routine. The more she looked at Arthas, the more familiar he seemed, as if she had seen him somewhere before.
This feeling was ethereal, but it couldn't be wrong; she trusted her instincts.
Yet, she searched her memories, from the time she could remember, to displaying her talent, becoming a mage, fighting for Her Majesty the queen, and achieving great military feats, she had never encountered such a person.
If he had appeared in the guise of a human paladin with golden hair, perhaps she might have recalled some things.
But the appearance of a white-haired death knight left her extremely confused. The distance across time was already very blurry, and with a change in appearance, she truly couldn't recognize him now.
Vashj was in a similar state; she didn't recall ever seeing this 'Ximen Chuixue,' nor had she heard of any 'Sword from the west, Immortal from Beyond the Heavens.'
It was a bit awkward for her, but after reading it a few times, it actually had a catchy feel to it and quite an artistic flair.
Watching the strange demigod circling the aberrant insects, she was about to open her mouth to ask him to fulfill his promise.
But Arthas' sudden surge in aura made her expression change. This was a breakthrough after an increase in strength; the aura of a demigod became increasingly clear.
Invisible and intangible, the aura was like an invisible hand pressing into their minds, constantly reminding them that this was a demigod, a powerful being.
Perhaps he couldn't compare to queen Azshara, but if he continued to grow stronger, he might truly surpass the queen in the future.
Would Her Majesty the queen choose him as a consort then?
Perhaps, or perhaps not. The proud queen, a flawless existence, how could she be defiled by an unknown fellow!
No, absolutely not!
"He's getting stronger! What exactly is he doing? Do you think he's an enemy?"
Vashj wasn't sure either, otherwise, she wouldn't have used three question marks.
The time-traveling imprint took effect, was he from the future?
Even without saying it aloud, Vashj could guess. She saw herself transformed into a naga with snake hair, so ugly, so repulsive.
She couldn't believe it; was this her future fate?
Had she broken some heavenly law, or what?
Why must she suffer such humiliation?
There were so many, many questions she wanted to ask him: why was this happening!