Mantid alone are not enough; we need more.
After a brief thought, Arthas set his sights on the Old Gods.
Release them to fight the monsters? No, no, no, he was eyeing the Faceless Ones they created!
Like the Aqir, the Faceless Ones were a race created by the Old Gods, but they lacked the ability to reproduce.
Their combat power could rival a demigod, their intelligence was online, and their loyalty was never an issue.
They could even force a Guardian, with little Guardian power left, to self-destruct, exchanging one life for another.
If these Faceless Ones could be subjugated by him, they would definitely be a great weapon on the battlefield.
Although the Mantid are numerous, most of them are not up to par; otherwise, they wouldn't have been blocked by the Pandaren outside the Great Wall.
They can be used as cannon fodder, but in terms of mid-tier combat power, they are far inferior, let alone high-tier combat power.
Sinestra was about to speak when she suddenly adopted a combat stance, shielding her master.
arcane energy surged forward, forming a portal, from which two night elves emerged.
One wore a pure white robe, with a head of purple curly hair, adorned with jewelry that didn't appear gaudy but rather added a touch of elegance.
The other floated in mid-air, over two meters tall, with a striking presence of a powerful physique, and lightly dressed, exuding a constant blend of elegance and allure, truly pure yet seductive.
Arthas patted the dragon queen's shoulder, pulled her behind him, squeezed her hand, and gave her a reassuring look.
"Is it Lady Vashj and Lady Elisande? What an honor. Are the two beautiful ladies just passing by, or have you come specifically to see me?"
It wasn't surprising that the night elves had discovered him.
Without reaching that level, creatures who had experienced the power of time, even demigods, would not know that he came from the future, let alone that he was a transmigrator.
Now, wearing the Helm of Domination, he strongly resembled a death knight, with his snow-white hair and runeblade, looking handsome and graceful while inspiring awe.
This was a demigod!
He had transcended mortal flesh, becoming one of those who had stepped into eternity.
Demigods are not immortal, but they are very difficult to kill. Even if their physical body dies, as long as their soul remains, there is still a chance for resurrection.
Unless their soul can be extinguished along with their body, they can survive, and even if ten thousand years pass, there is still a chance for them to make a comeback.
Elisande did not finish speaking; she merely stared at Arthas, seemingly deep in thought.
Only Vashj stepped forward and bowed slightly, a simple gesture that made one feel at ease, without any haughtiness, only elegance and gentleness.
"My Lord, are you a demigod?"
"No."
Arthas denied it directly.
Pfft!
Hearing this blunt denial, Vashj almost couldn't help but laugh, her unintentional display of charm truly making one's mouth water.
She was much more beautiful than Lady naga after she became a naga later on. Indeed, men are all about looks; as long as she's pretty, whether she's an elf or a dragon, just go for it!
"Hehehe, my Lord is truly humorous. May I know your name, my Lord?"
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Vashj, the Handmaiden to queen Azshara of the Kaldorei Empire."
"This is Elisande, Grand Magistrix of the Kaldorei Empire and Countess of Suramar City."
With her hands clasped in front of her lower abdomen, standing there, her graceful figure was still evident beneath her loose robe, embodying both purity and temptation.
Compared to Elisande next to her, she was truly a cut above.
It's hard to say who was stronger; most likely, they were evenly matched.
Elisande managed Suramar City and was a Grand Magistrix, which sounded like a noble status.
Vashj was merely a Handmaiden, and the title of Handmaiden made one feel that her status and prestige were not high.
However, in the Kaldorei Empire, no elf dared to underestimate this Handmaiden, because she was not only favored and trusted by the queen but also possessed a large territory named after her: Vashj'ir!
It was the underwater map that appeared after the Cataclysm. Those who liked it loved it dearly, while those who didn't would only feel their thalassophobia acting up.
At night, in bed, rolling around with the quilt, their minds were filled with terror from the orcas and sea snakes that suddenly appeared on the screen and swallowed the players whole.
"Sword from the west, Immortal from Beyond the Heavens, Ximen Chuixue."
Arthas said expressionlessly; in fact, no expression could be seen on him.
Ye Gucheng: ???
Vashj and Elisande were also confused. Was the name that long?
"You can call me Ximen Chuixue. What's the matter? I'm very busy."
Arthas was indeed very busy; he still had to make a trip to Uldum to find the Faceless Ones there, or go to Ulduar in the north to find the Faceless Ones lurking there.
No matter whose subordinates they were, as long as he could bring them over, it was fine.
If not, he would first pinpoint their location, and then when the fighting started, he would throw them directly onto the battlefield.
Then they would have to fight, even if they didn't want to; if they didn't die, they would be beaten to death.
According to the scene he witnessed at the End Time, it was much crueler than the Cataclysm.
The Cataclysm merely destroyed everything on the surface, but the cages imprisoning the Old Gods were opened.
At that time, C'Thun was dead, Yogg-Saron was also dead, leaving only one Old God, N'Zoth. That was the perfect opportunity for N'Zoth to dominate Azeroth.
With no obstacles, he could expand wildly, becoming the only surviving Old God, the big winner who laughed last!
But in the End Time he experienced, N'Zoth was even pulled from the bottom of the sea, deader than dead.
Any creature from the Old God faction, whether direct descendants or elemental servants, had, without exception, died.
Sargeras' original intention in creating the Burning Legion was to deal with the Void; if he destroyed the entire universe, then the Void's devouring characteristic would have nothing to consume. This was called 'solving two difficult problems with one solution'.
Encountering a Void-aligned Old God was no different from encountering a scoundrel who stole his wife.
The difference was that Sargeras was not an incompetent husband; he was a fierce man who dared to pick up a cleaver and kill the scoundrel in minutes.
As long as he could find a way to divert the trouble, he could deal with the vast demons of The Legion.
At the very least, he would drag everyone into the water to resist foreign invasion; the creatures on Azeroth must contribute.
For those idlers who only knew how to enjoy themselves but didn't know how to step up at critical moments, he believed he would find a way to help them correct their mistakes.
"Sword from the west, Immortal from Beyond the Heavens, Lord Ximen Chuixue."
"Call me Ximen Chuixue."
"Alright, Lord Ximen Chuixue, would you come with me to meet Her Majesty queen Azshara?"
Vashj was truly obedient, or perhaps she didn't want to call such a long name.