From several kilometers away, Andreas could already see swaths of arcane meteors appearing in the distant sky. Under the caster's control, these meteors clustered together, raining down ferociously upon a concentrated area.
"Starfall? Though it looks very similar to the prayers of the Moon Goddess, the essence of the power used is entirely different."
Starfall was a finishing move of the Druidic Balance specialization; an ordinary Druid with average talent would need at least several years of intensive study to even begin using it.
Furthermore, the Starfall cast by such Druids was merely like the glimmer of a grain of rice, not even in the same league as the brilliant radiance of the stars before him, which shone like the full moon.
"Aow!"
An angry howl of pain echoed from the impact zone of the meteors. Fel flames soared into the sky, destroying most of the arcane meteors, but caught off guard, the unlucky demon who took the hit must have sustained some injuries.
The demonic aerial forces were currently besieging the flying legion led by the Eagle Goddess, Ohn'ahra. Noticing Andreas's approach, three Doomguards changed direction and charged toward him.
Andreas had never attempted to engage enemies while in his flight form. He instinctively dodged the cleave of a Doomguard's massive two-handed sword and accelerated once more, flying deeper into the battlefield.
This suspicious movement attracted the attention of even more demons; even Ohn'ahra spared a glance in his direction amidst her busy combat.
Seeing his path blocked, Andreas adjusted the Golden Eagle's wings in mid-air to enter a steep dive. Just as the Felbats and Doomguards drew near, he suddenly reverted to his original form while still falling, dark radiance igniting in both his hands.
"Think you're so good at flying? Take this!"
Shadow energy rippled outward as Andreas clapped his hands together. Every demon swept by the wave felt a tearing pain originating from the depths of their souls.
"Mass Mind Blast! Enjoy!"
Mind Blast was a signature skill of Shadow Priests. Since he knew he was wielding Shadow energy, there was no reason for Andreas not to delve deeper into its applications.
Unlike ordinary Shadow Priests, the Shadow energy infused into Andreas by the Moon Goddess was immense in volume and exceptionally high in quality. After several trials, he confirmed that Mass Mind Blast could play a significant role on the battlefield.
The only drawback was that the current Andreas could not yet precisely distinguish friend from foe within the mental realm; anyone within a certain range would be subject to an indiscriminate attack.
As seen now, aside from a large number of demons who, unable to endure the agony, forgot to flap their wings and plummeted from the sky, a few of Ohn'ahra's guards were also unfortunately hit, their bodies turning rigid as they fell toward the earth.
Seeing the Eagle Goddess's furious glare, Andreas, who had shifted back into a Golden Eagle, felt a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.
"Sorry, sorry! My control isn't quite there yet."
Fortunately, before these birds hit the ground, Andreas managed to lift the mental shock from them one by one, sparing the innocent eagles from a fatal fall.
At the absolute center of the demonic assault, Cenarius stood firm against a bloated, lumbering four-legged demon. The commotion caused by their clash was incredibly prominent.
The ordinary soldiers of the Resistance had all evacuated the center of the conflict under Malfurion's command. They were now anxiously watching the world-shaking battle between the two.
Andreas recognized the fat demon at a glance. "Pit Lord Mannoroth? If that's the case..."
His sharp eagle eyes peered toward Zin-Azshari. Though he didn't see the individual himself, Andreas speculated that Archimonde was likely watching the situation on the battlefield from the shadows.
Swish~
Picking off a few demon fliers harassing Ohn'ahra's aerial forces along the way, Andreas finally landed in the area where Malfurion was located.
Several high-ranking members of the Druidic sect stood in front of Malfurion, raising their weapons and looking warily at this strange large bird they had never seen before.
Upon landing, Andreas immediately reverted to his original form and raised his hands helplessly. "Hey, hey~ no need for such a warm welcome. Do I really look that much like an enemy?"
Malfurion froze for a moment when he saw Andreas's face. Due to the significant change in eye color and the fact that his beard had been shaved off, he didn't recognize Andreas immediately.
However, a purple-haired woman standing in front of Malfurion hesitated as she looked at Andreas' face.
"Are you Andreas?"
Andreas cast a surprised look at the woman, who wore bear-claw gauntlets on both hands. Although he had no memories in his head, he was confident about the identity of this sharp-eyed female Druid.
There was currently only one female in the upper echelons of the Druidic sect: Koda Steelclaw, a follower of the Great Bear demigod, Ursoc, whose face bore the marks of many weathered battles.
"You must be Koda, right? Long time no see." Andreas gave a bitter smile and shrugged. "Unfortunately, I suffered a severe head injury in a previous mission and lost my past memories. I can't recognize who the rest of you are."
Turning his gaze toward Malfurion, whose face was now showing realization and joy, Andreas bowed to him with a smile. "Master, I have not failed my mission. I have successfully completed the task."
"The priestesses of the Sisterhood of Elune, led by Maiev Shadowsong, have reached the main camp and completed the hand-off with Supreme Commander Jarod."
Malfurion held deep affection for the first generation of elite Druids he had personally trained. When he first learned that Andreas might have met with misfortune, he had been grieving for quite some time. Seeing him safe and sound, the Archdruid's heart, which had been filled with anxiety, finally felt a bit better.
Patting Andreas on the shoulder with relief, Malfurion comforted him. "It's enough that you survived. As long as you are still here, you can create more beautiful and happy memories in the future. We will try to find opportunities to tell you about the past later, but..."
Andreas understood Malfurion's meaning and nodded. "I know, now is not the time for that."
"Master, I've just come from the vanguard camp. The messengers Lady Aviana previously sent to the main camp were intercepted and killed by unidentified enemies."
"Before I set out, Lady Aviana personally departed for the main camp to report to Supreme Commander Jarod. Reinforcements will definitely come, but they will likely arrive later than scheduled."
Malfurion and the few confidants around him let out a long sigh of relief upon hearing this news.
The Archdruid said fortunately, "It's a good thing you arrived in time. But, how did you end up going to the vanguard camp alone?"
Andreas scratched his head. "That's a long story. Let's solve the current crisis first."
Turning his gaze toward the battlefield where Cenarius and Mannoroth were fighting, Andreas said with some concern, "Though I hate to sound pessimistic, Cenarius—whose combat style is more of a jack-of-all-trades—might not be a match for Mannoroth the Destructor."
"We must help him buy as much time as possible, at least until the reinforcements arrive."