Didn't Xavius like their queen Azshara?
Then give him the power to become strong enough to be worthy of Azshara; only then will he be motivated to open the portal and let The Burning Legion in.
As the Fel energy entered his body, a scorching heat spread throughout him. His limbs, flesh, bones, and meridians all endured the burning transformation of the Fel.
His original feet gradually transformed into demonic hooves, and his body's appearance also changed. Although he still largely maintained the appearance of a night elf, his teeth had become sharp fangs, a hint of horns grew on his head, and his skin gradually changed from an elegant purple to a lifeless gray-white.
This process was very brief, yet the intense pain made Xavius feel it was extraordinarily long, perhaps a year, or a hundred years, but in reality, it was just an instant.
The severe pain from his nerves, the suffocation caused by his body being torn apart, it was as if he had already died once. This feeling was too terrible.
Hmph! Hmph!
He gasped for air, unable to imagine what kind of intense pain could make one want to die so badly, to end the pain.
Looking at his hands, the arcane power was fading, and a completely new power occupied his body. He could feel himself becoming stronger and taller.
Poof!
The fireball he originally cast with arcane was replaced by Fel, forming an eerie green ball of fire.
He casually threw it, and the exquisitely crafted wall with an imprinted magic barrier in the distance simply vanished!
The arcane energy defense was directly pierced by the Fel, then turned to ash, offering no resistance whatsoever.
In the eyes of Xavius, who was skilled in magic, arcane seemed to be suppressed by this energy called Fel, preventing its full power from being unleashed.
Strong! He had become strong!
He walked with heavy steps to the mirror. His once flowing long hair had fallen out. Without hair, two demonic horns grew on his bald head.
He became bald, and he became stronger. Was this the price of becoming a powerhouse?
If so, he absolutely could accept it.
Anyway, his previous appearance wasn't particularly good-looking. Perhaps now, a more formidable appearance is what the queen likes?
He had the good fortune to see Sargeras' face, and it was almost identical to his, gray-white skin, plus horns on his head. Yes, it was the type Her Majesty the queen liked!
His body, which had been wracked with intense pain, seemed to have eased considerably. Was this power?
Your Majesty, I'm coming. Only I can be your consort!
He seemed to have forgotten one thing: Azshara favored Sargeras, and even with Fel, Xavius was just a weakling.
Suramar City, the capital of the Kaldorei Empire.
Silver beams of light ribboned across the sky. It was said to be pure arcane energy, emanating from the Well of Eternity, which Azshara had modified to encircle all of Suramar City, available not only to nobles but also to commoners.
Everyone could enjoy the arcane radiance of the Well of Eternity. This was a gift from the queen, and not to cheer "Long live the queen!" three times would be considered impolite.
Stepping out of the portal, Arthas arrived in the palace.
He didn't have a chance to see what the rumored Highborne city was like. It was said to be beautiful and luxurious, with ornate and wealthy carvings, and the lavish elegance of its high elf descendants also originated here.
Vashj regained her graceful and dignified composure, leading the way. Hidden beneath her pure white robe, a distinct inverted V-shape outline was carved out, rich, but not generous!
Seemingly sensing a gaze fixed on her ample curves, her steps quickened considerably.
Pah, barbarian! What kind of filthy, lewd thoughts are in his head?
The palace was vast and empty. Everywhere, one could feel the omnipresent arcane aura. The walls, the floor, everything was made of pure white magical crystals.
Occasionally, a magic broom could be seen cleaning automatically, and a tray suspended in the hallway held a magic lamp, illuminating the night into day.
It was evident that magic had been developed here to integrate into every aspect of life, and the surge of arcane energy could be felt at all times.
Magic should inherently serve convenience, reducing tediousness to make life an enjoyment, rather than simply enduring hardship and toil.
Along the way, he encountered many maids, each wearing a long robe and barefoot, with two slender purple long ears serving as a distinct identifier.
Not a single one was ugly; their faces alone were more beautiful and delicate than those of major celebrities, purely natural, without any additives.
He noticed that these maids were all barefoot, and he wasn't sure if it was a palace rule, but he found it quite appealing.
"We're here. The queen is inside. Follow me and mind your manners."
Vashj lightly coughed, reminding the scoundrel behind her not to look where he shouldn't. Admiring beauty was a pleasant thing, but whether the admired beauty appreciated it was another matter.
"My queen, the creature with the attached mark has been found and awaits your summons outside."
Constant deference, heartfelt adoration, every Highborne deeply loved the queen. Her flawless beauty and transcendent power were enough to drive people to madness.
"Let him in."
Azshara's voice was quite languid, her unique tone very captivating, making one eager to discover the queen's appearance.
A pleasant voice doesn't necessarily belong to a beauty, but a beauty's voice is generally not unpleasant.
Receiving the summons, Arthas entered the Eternal Palace for the first time, looking up at the supreme elven queen high above.
A bikini-style top paired with a light skirt revealed her perfect, flawless, golden-ratio violet figure. Her snow-white hair fell naturally, gently swaying with the breeze, with a few strands clinging to the corners of her mouth, revealing a seductive and charming allure, generous and opulent!
Adorned with a pearl-encrusted crown, a pair of unique golden eyes carried an air of arrogance, scrutinizing him from above.
These eyes were mesmerizing; under her gaze, he felt an impulse to reveal all the secrets in his heart.
He quickly bit his tongue, stopping that thought.
Terrifying!
Truly worthy of being the elven queen.
Azshara uttered an "Oh?" She had just cast her usual magic, combined with her golden eyes, ensuring no one dared to lie in front of her.
She didn't even need to ask; they would just blurt out everything themselves.
"What is your name?"
Her voice was languid, yet carried an undeniable assertiveness, mixed with a hint of playful knowingness.
Was she treating him as a plaything?
Arthas' eyes quickly turned cold. He did indeed find Azshara quite appealing, a large-framed, exotic beauty, even more exciting than Sinestra.
But that didn't mean he had to submit unconditionally. Women were merely a seasoning in life; one shouldn't give them too much leeway, or they'd take advantage!