Three days later, Arthas left Zuldazar, riding on the neck of the black dragon Aspect, Sinestra, who had flown over to him.
In a word, their paths diverged, and they could not conspire together.
The Zandalar trolls weren't unwilling to send troops; rather, they couldn't due to the Mantid alien insects.
Even if the Mantid were dealt with, they would absolutely not send troops to the borders of the Kaldorei Empire unless a genuine invasion occurred.
The relationship between the trolls and the night elves was not good. If not for the many Loa gods here, plus a portion of druids within the night elves who revered the path of nature, Azshara would definitely not mind expanding her empire's territory.
Away from the Well of Eternity, her power was merely that of an ordinary demigod.
But next to the Well of Eternity, she was a being even Archimonde, a top combatant of the Burning Legion, was wary of.
"What's the situation at the Well of Eternity now?"
Arthas rubbed his brow. These three days hadn't been fruitless; at least he had learned the skills of a troll hero.
Besides the ultimate ability, Voodoo, he had successfully learned Healing Wave, Serpent Ward, Healing Totem, and Hex.
It's always good to have more skills. Furthermore, with all skills, he could pursue a personal combat style, a summoning style, or even a mage style, or even retreat to logistics and serve as a healer.
His combat experience in the nighthold earlier was exhilarating, but upon careful reflection, he also realized a weakness.
That was having too few subordinates and not enough summoned creatures to withstand too much pressure.
A summon in one second might be instantly obliterated by a barrage of firepower the next.
There were too many demons; a single nighthold had at least a hundred thousand demons. If he hadn't been strong enough, he wouldn't have even been able to enter the fortress.
Who could break through a defense line of a hundred thousand demons?
Perhaps fewer than ten thousand truly died by his hand, and that was already making him somewhat fatigued.
People get exhausted, and so do demigods, which explains why so many demigods died in battle.
So, are there more suitable cannon fodder to deal with the Burning Legion?
Yes, brother, there are.
These Mantid are very suitable. They are Old Gods' creations, reproduce quickly, and have little intelligence.
Even if many die, it won't be a pity. The Burning Legion is a scourge, and these Mantid are also a scourge. It's better to let them fight each other.
"It's still unclear. The Highborne and the dragons don't get along well; they are too arrogant."
"But I can smell the stench of Fel there, Master. What should we do?"
Sinestra felt a trace of confusion. Her personal abilities were limited, and she couldn't stop the overall situation.
And one more thing, she was still very afraid of Deathwing. If someone took the lead, she could be a very good advisor.
But if she were to be the leader, honestly, she wouldn't even be as good as her daughter, Onyxia.
"First, find enough cannon fodder. We will fight a prolonged battle with the Burning Legion, and..."
Arthas paused slightly at this point, a sinister smile appearing on his handsome face beneath his armor.
"And I will personally attempt to slay Sargeras!"
Kill a Titan?
And the strongest one in the Pantheon, the Fallen Titan, is not to be trifled with.
Not only is he difficult to kill, but whether one can even break his defenses is another matter. Simply being able to overcome the fear that low-dimensional beings feel towards high-dimensional beings when looking at Sargeras is yet another challenge.
Even if all these could be resolved, as a Fallen Titan, his health would surely be absurdly high. He could be controlled to death, but if the damage is low, wouldn't it take over a year to defeat him?
Forget a year; even a day would be exhausting.
Not to mention the interference from other demons during this time. In short, this isn't a round where it's either you instant-kill me or I control you to death.
"Slay a Titan? Heh, I believe my Master can do it. What should we do now?"
"Go south, find the Mantid Empress, and corrupt her for my use."
"The Mantid reproduce very quickly; they are just right for dealing with the Burning Legion."
Arthas had, after all, completed many quests, so he had some expectations for how to plan things.
Sinestra said no more, instead flying south with all her might, flapping her wings and accelerating. The giant trees below became a blur of fast-moving reflections.
At this time, the Well of Eternity had not yet exploded, and the entire continent was still connected.
The Zandalar region hadn't changed, so the speed to Pandaria would be about two or three days, or even faster!
Two days later.
Looking at the map, it seemed they had already reached the Dread Wastes.
There were many patrolling flying Mantid in the sky, and cocoons were visible everywhere on the ground, trapping various creatures inside.
The creatures inside these cocoons would gradually melt, serving as nourishment for the larvae.
It sounded cruel, even nauseating, but this was what alien insects were like!
They would eat anything to reproduce, and they inherited the most core instinct of bug-people, digging holes!
There were many lakes on the surface, but without exception, these lakes exuded an eerie aura. Smelling them could evoke various unexpected emotions.
Fear, arrogance, anger, doubt, bewilderment, resentment, and haughtiness.
In a more ancient time, there was also the most powerful Old Gods on the continent, named Y'Shaarj.
Compared to the other three imprisoned counterparts, its power was such that even creations imbued with the Titan's primordial strength could not deal with it, and could even be inversely controlled.
In other words, the so-called Titan Guardians were mere juniors in its presence, the lowest of the low!
Dare to enter its territory, and there would only be one outcome: its head would be ripped off, then it would be severely humiliated, completely submitting to it, both physically and mentally.
Precisely because it was too powerful for even the Iron Army to Encirclement and suppression, the Titan Aman'Thul personally went into battle and pulled it out from underground.
It was no different from pulling a radish. This Old Gods was too deeply connected to Azeroth, so much so that its death caused trauma to the World Soul.
It was like a ruptured carotid artery; if it hadn't been treated, it would surely have died!
So the Titans used their divine powers, exhausting their efforts to heal the wound, which then became the Well of Eternity.
These gushing so-called well waters were the source energy of the World Soul, the blood of the High Titans, which gradually assimilated a branch of the trolls into the night elves.
This was the origin of the night elves, and Azshara was even the spokesperson favored by the World Soul.
It was just a pity that this spokesperson did not achieve the desired effect; instead, she invited the wolf into the house, bringing in the Burning Legion.
The war caused this vast land to be torn apart, forming four continents and countless islands, with the World Soul's wound, The Maelstrom, at the very center.
Mistaking the spokesperson, the consequences, of course, had to be swallowed by herself.
It's hard to say whether Azshara's transformation into a hideous naga had anything to do with Azshara's curse.