"Heh heh, is your energy strong? It's just ordinary demigod level." Aegwynn mocked mercilessly.
"That's because you're useless! You didn't let me absorb enough energy! If you let me drain Karazhan or Dalaran, I could reach the high-tier demigod level! If you let me drain the Well of Eternity or The Nexus, I'd be a top-tier demigod! If…"
"So what? Back then, I provided you with top-tier demigod level Guardian of Tirisfal power, yet you didn't dare to face Sargeras's avatar, and ultimately had to use Atiesh to defeat him!"
"You—you're going too far! That was a Titan, the Dark Titan! Who in the entire universe isn't afraid of him? It wasn't just me!"
"Atiesh wasn't afraid."
—"He's just a staff, a brainless staff, of course he wouldn't be afraid! Also, didn't I help you deal with Medivh a few years ago? At that time, he was controlled by Sargeras's soul, which was like facing Sargeras for the second time, and I wasn't afraid then!"
"And then you were defeated by Medivh's Atiesh."
—"Don't talk nonsense, it was you who was defeated, not me! Why did you transfer all the Guardian of Tirisfal power to Medivh?"
"The Guardian of Tirisfal power was originally sealed within Atiesh, and it inherently belonged to the Guardian of Tirisfal. When I passed the Guardian of Tirisfal position to Medivh, the power naturally had to be passed to him as well. Ultimately, you are too weak, not even as good as a staff made by mortals."
"You, you—I'm not talking to you anymore!"
aluneth was practically fuming.
Those who didn't understand would assume that a powerful being like Aegwynn must be calm, rational, rigid, and follow procedures, but that was not the case at all.
Aegwynn was the unruly child, a super unruly child who had been rebellious for nearly a thousand years!
She was doing just fine in her own world when Aegwynn summoned her out, then half-coaxed and half-tricked her into being sealed in a staff, serving as a slave for almost eight hundred years.
This little girl was utterly wicked!
Not only wicked, but her words were also venomous, even more venomous than hers!
They had argued for eight hundred years, and she had never won!
"What? In that great battle back then, your staff betrayed you?"
The Night Demon had only watched the battle from afar, too far away, and with magical effects blocking the view, he hadn't seen the details. Now that he knew about it, he was immediately enraged:
"Traitors must die! Madam, you should destroy her, eliminate her!"
"Eliminate me? Little Blue Dragon, you're very funny, you know that? I am eternally indestructible!" aluneth sneered.
Aegwynn nodded: "She is indeed close to eternal indestructibility, at least with my power, I cannot eliminate her."
aluneth boasted: "Did you hear that? Did you hear that? Don't think that sealing me can enslave me. As long as I don't cooperate, no one can do anything to me—"
"But only close. There is actually no truly eternally indestructible being. Sargeras can definitely eliminate her, otherwise she wouldn't be afraid. And—"
Aegwynn said: "Do you know what chatterboxes fear most? Loneliness. As long as she is sealed and thrown into some eternally dark place where no one can find her, she will go mad before long—"
"Aegwynn, you demon!"
aluneth shrieked and released her Arcane energy, flowing through the entire staff.
She cowered, just as she had for the past eight hundred years—
Kael'thas was all smiles.
As long as aluneth cooperated, Aegwynn was now a true demigod mage.
Although still not enough to resurrect Medivh, dealing with ordinary demigods below the Dragon King was easy. She was his greatest support now.
The stronger his teacher, the more at ease he felt.
"Madam, I sense the aura of a kindred spirit. There's a dragon on the upper level of Karazhan. I'll go check it out first!"
The Night Demon flew into the sky, towards the higher-level Observatory.
Everyone came to the spiral staircase, ascended the steps, and arrived at the Exhibition Hall, where they saw an Arcane construct patrolling back and forth.
It was about the same height as Virgin Saint, but several times thicker, and its energy fluctuations were also stronger, approaching high-tier Legendary.
It not only had Arcane energy, but also continuously flowing lightning, with several lightning balls constantly floating around it, accompanied by a dozen Arcane servants.
"It's the Curator, the Curator of the Exhibition Hall."
Khadgar recalled his time in Karazhan, his expression dim: "It was created by my teacher's own hands. My teacher intended to create a true Arcane life, but he never completed it before he died."
If he hadn't died at the hands of the three of them, the Curator might have already become a true Arcane life.
Virgin Saint looked on with reverence.
Creating life was the domain of the Gods; only beings on the level of the Titans and Titan Keepers could do it.
Medivh had actually begun to dabble in the forbidden zone of the Gods?
"Strange, even the Night Demon was corrupted, so why wasn't it? It's impossibly clean!" Virgin Saint wondered.
"Because it's not yet a true Arcane life; it's still in the construct category, and constructs are very difficult to be directly corrupted." Kael'thas glanced at Virgin Saint.
Virgin Saint was a creation made by the Titans themselves, a true intelligent life.
She was corrupted by the chaotic energy of Karazhan, and her original program developed a bug, which is why she gained emotions similar to flesh-and-blood life, no longer a pure "machine."
The Curator's energy level was slightly higher than Virgin Saint's, but its complexity was far inferior.
In fact, the Curator's complexity was even inferior to the Earthen and Mechagnome.
Medivh's energy level might be slightly higher than the Titan Keepers, but that was mainly due to the Guardian of Tirisfal power passed down through generations.
In terms of magical attainment, breadth and depth of knowledge alone, he was not only far inferior to the Titans of the Pantheon, but even inferior to the Titan Keepers.
"It found us!" Khadgar said.
Although the Curator was not corrupted, it was inherently a semi-finished product, and Medivh had programmed it with instructions to protect the Exhibition Hall and not allow any outsiders to approach.
And the so-called outsiders also included Khadgar and Aegwynn.
"I'll go!"
Virgin Saint was the first to charge, followed closely by Khadgar, and they quickly brought the Curator to a halt.
"Medivh has been busy contending with Sargeras's soul for control of his body all these years, and hasn't properly studied magical knowledge. The overall concept of this construct is somewhat flawed, and the runes inscribed are not perfect enough."
Aegwynn studied it carefully and said: "Once Karazhan is repaired, I will guide you all to refine and complete this semi-finished product. It should be able to reach the high-tier Legendary level and become a true Arcane life."
Only Titans could create demigod-level life out of thin air.
The Titan Keepers' mass-produced Titan constructs through the Forge of Wills, such as the Vrykul, Earthen, and Mechagnome, were at most Legendary level initially and needed to learn to improve.
In this aspect, Aegwynn was already not inferior to the Titan Keepers.
The group continued upwards, arriving at the library.
This was the Guardian's library, storing books collected from all over the world by two generations of Guardians, Aegwynn and Medivh.
There were ancient legends, spellbooks containing powerful energy and recording Legendary or even demigod magic, and also the notes of the two Guardians.
The collection here, both in quantity and quality, far surpassed that of Silvermoon City, Dalaran, and Eldre'Thalas.
"I smell Fel Energy, it's right behind us!" the Virgin Saint said, pointing to a row of bookshelves.
"It's a Satyr, a demon created by Sargeras through twisting Night Elves, a member of the Burning Legion," Aegwynn said.
She pointed a finger, and the bookshelves moved aside, revealing a passage to a secret room on the lower level, from which a strong scent of Fel Energy emanated.
One of them even reached the Legendary level.
If you're not Legendary, you don't even qualify to be a BOSS in Karazhan!
"Evil must be purified, I'll go!"
The Virgin Saint seemed to have a Obsessive-compulsive disorder, deeply detesting Fel Energy and undead. Unable to stand the smell, she rushed down without waiting for Aegwynn's command.
Then came a series of crashes, accompanied by roars and screams.
Not long after, the Holy Light gradually dimmed, the suppressed Fel Energy surged again, and the Virgin Saint's cry rang out: "Khadgar, save me!"
Kael'thas was speechless.
The secret room downstairs not only had "Trilliax" (Tristan Felhoof), a Legendary Satyr lord, and an imp close to Legendary level, but also a large number of elite Satyrs and imps, all pets summoned by Medivh—or rather, Sargeras.
Just Trilliax alone was not much weaker than you, and with so many subordinates, how many hammers can you swing if your whole body is made of stone?
This is Karazhan, Saintess! Karazhan, where Legends walk everywhere and Masters are less than dogs, a place where a wisp of Sargeras's soul once resided!
Dragons must coil, and tigers must crouch!
You dare to charge headlong in a place like this? Are you tired of living?
I've seen reckless people, but I've never seen anyone as reckless as you!
Ten minutes later, Khadgar and the Virgin Saint came up, looking disheveled, and said in a muffled voice: "It's resolved."
Even with both of them working together, they almost got into trouble.
That extremely formidable Satyr lord could actually open a demon gate, continuously summoning imps.
Those little guys weren't very strong individually, but when their numbers grew, they became very troublesome. The speed of killing couldn't keep up with the summoning, and there were more and more of them.
Fortunately, she was a master of teleportation and managed to seal the portal, otherwise she would have had to cry for help like the Virgin Saint.
"Don't run off on your own again. The stronger the monsters get as we go up, I might not be able to save you next time!" Khadgar admonished.
"Got it--" The Virgin Saint lowered her head, her voice softer than a mosquito's.
The group continued upwards, arriving at the Upper Library, and stopped in front of a secret room.
The door opened, revealing a middle-aged human Archmage constantly pacing.
He was wearing a purple Archmage robe, carrying an epic staff, and exuding Legendary-level energy fluctuations, including Arcane energy, frost energy, and fire energy.
He was actually a triple-spec mage, just like Khadgar, but a 'plus' version.
He wasn't even human, but an illusion!
If an illusion was already so powerful, one could imagine the true form. "I've seen a portrait in Karazhan. He seems to be—Medivh's father, the former Archmage of Stormwind City, Nielas Aran?"
Khadgar recognized the other party and cautiously glanced at Aegwynn.
The Virgin Saint said: "It's not clean--"
Before she could finish, Khadgar froze her lips with an Ice Lance.
"Wait for me."
Aegwynn took a deep breath, walked into the secret room, and the door closed automatically.
Suddenly, with a crack, the Virgin Saint shattered the ice and said: "He really isn't clean!"
"Shut up!" Khadgar was speechless.
That's Lady Aegwynn's husband. Does whether he's clean or not concern you?
Kael'thas casually picked up a spellbook to read, perking up his ears.
Soft sounds came from inside.
The sounds grew louder, then abruptly stopped, as a magic barrier had been set up.
An hour later, Aegwynn walked out, straightened her wrinkled dress, let out a sigh of relief, and said—
"Let's go."
Everyone tacitly refrained from asking further questions and continued upwards, arriving at the Celestial Observation Hall.
Nightbane stood in the center of the hall, propped up by his skeletal frame, looking at the Void Drake, now a corpse on the ground. A ghostly light flickered in his eye sockets, and his voice was full of confusion:
"When did the dragon race have this subspecies? It can actually manipulate the energy of the Twisting Nether!"
Never even heard of it!
Dragons evolved from elemental dragons becoming flesh and blood proto-dragons, and from proto-dragons into various primordial dragons, such as storm drakes and fire drakes, and then there were those whose forms were changed by the Titans' power, like Red Dragons, Blue Dragons, Black Dragons, Green Dragons,
Bronze Dragons.
Generally, they are inseparable from the forces of order and the four elements.
But when did Void Dragons appear?
This thing was extremely troublesome; it could summon three indestructible red, green, and blue portals, and fire three Void Rays. As long as they hit, they could reduce damage taken, restore health, and enhance spell power.
The targets of these three rays were all the Void Drake!
This dragon was initially only at the ordinary Legendary level, but after being hit by the three Void Rays, its energy level rapidly increased, quickly reaching High Legendary.
If he hadn't, in a moment of desperation, used his own body to block the red ray, he probably would have been defeated!
"I don't know."
Aegwynn carefully examined the Void Drake, shaking her head: "It might be from the future, from another timeline. Karazhan is a nexus of time and space, connecting past, present, and future. It's not strange for any creature to appear here. Let alone Void Dragons, Light Dragons, Frost Dragons, Fel Energy Dragons, Gold Dragons, Silver Dragons, Rainbow Dragons are all possible."
Khadgar saw traces of void corruption on Nightbane's body and said: "Are you injured?"
"No choice, my flesh was burned away by Medivh's flames. A skeletal body carries far less energy than a flesh and blood body."
Nightbane looked back wistfully at the balcony where he was killed: "If it were when I was alive, it couldn't even withstand one of my spells!"
Kael'thas looked at the Void Drake's corpse, deep in thought: "Isn't there a dragon body right here?
You... you can abandon your current skeletal body and take over!"
Nightbane's eyes lit up, but then he hesitated: "I'm a Blue Dragon. Becoming a Void Dragon wouldn't be good, would it--"
Kael'thas tempted him: "Not a Void Dragon, but a Void Blue Dragon, possessing the abilities of both a Void Dragon and a Blue Dragon! And you're not a Blue Dragon now, are you? Can you breathe frost? Can you breathe arcane?"
"I can't--" Nightbane's expression was dejected.
He was currently a Fire Bone Dragon, able to use the flames Medivh used to burn him to death—
He could only use the enemy's energy? What kind of situation was this?
It would be better to become a Void Dragon!
However, switching to another body still felt very awkward to him, not to mention the Void Drake was much smaller than him, so it wouldn't fit!