Azeroth: Starting with Eagle Eye in the Necropolis.

"Your soul has been marked with my mark, your form has been reshaped to serve the Legion. Awaken, my vanguard, and with hatred for that fellow named Rhodes and for all light, go and fulfill your mission!"

"Open a Legion portal for me, and I will send my best men to help you eliminate this destabilizing factor."

The glow of the fel energy gradually subsided, the infusion complete. Savis—perhaps now more accurately described as the first satyr—collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily, his body completely transformed.

He was no longer the elegant Highborne mage, but a twisted, ferocious monster reeking of fel energy—the first Satyr in Azeroth's history.

The mages were already paralyzed with fear, their bodies turning ice-cold at the horrific scene before them. They never dreamed that Sargeras's healing methods would be so evil.

Sargeras's will began to detach from the portal, leaving only a final, cold command: "After you have fully adapted to this new body, continue the preparations for the Legion's arrival... and kill that guy named Rhodes, he is a lackey of the Legion of Light."

The green light from the portal dimmed.

Having just completed his transformation, Savis, in a brief pause between breaths, growled out his first name in a hoarse, distorted voice:

"Rhodes... I'm going to kill you with my own hands."

Chapter 337 I swear I will kill you! The Moon Goddess's rage is soaring.

“Tell me, my apprentices, where is that bastard Rhodes now? I’m going to kill him right now and tear him to pieces,” Savis said with a ferocious grin.

The High Elf mages who followed Xavius ​​trembled with fear. At this moment, their master, their mentor, had become a complete monster, so ugly as to be repulsive.

Good heavens, is this the consequence of accepting the power of that true god? That true god's power can actually turn people into such monsters.

Are you kidding me? If they're going to accept this so-called ascension or evolution, they'd rather not have it at all. Night elves are an extremely long-lived race, and the Highborne who have been exposed to the energy radiation of the Well of Eternity for a long time are even more so; they can easily live for thousands of years.

The night elves viewed other races as short-lived beings, not even on the same level as them. But by joining the Burning Legion, by joining the side of this great and true being, they would gain true immortality.

But if this is the price to pay for immortality, then it's worth discussing.

“Tell me where that bastard is? Why won’t you speak? Why won’t you speak? Don’t you dare look me in the eye?” Savis said fiercely, his eyes glowing with green fel energy and his body engulfed in green flames. He was no longer the High Elf Archmage he once was; he was a demon in all but name.

"Please calm down, Lord Savas. Rhodes... Rhodes has accepted Her Majesty's invitation to Her Majesty's private bath," a High Elf mage said, forcing a smile.

"What are you saying? He has been favored by Her Majesty the Queen? How can this be? We haven't even decided who is the winner yet, how can he receive this reward?" Savis said with a ferocious expression.

At this moment, Xavius's hatred for Rhodes had reached a level that was difficult to describe in words. Every night elf or high elf admired Queen Azshara.

Every elite mage longs to become the queen's intimate companion, but today, an alien race has actually succeeded.

This honor should have belonged to me; I should have been the one to receive this reward and the favor of Her Majesty the Queen.

Xavius ​​even fantasized about summoning the great true god to Azeroth, receiving the power bestowed upon him, and obtaining unparalleled rewards.

Her Majesty the Queen cannot marry Lord Sargeras and become Queen, because Sargeras has the most contact with him, Xavius.

Xavius ​​knew perfectly well that Sargeras viewed all life as ants, and he would not care about the affections of an ordinary mortal, not even the high and mighty Night Elf Queen Azshara.

So he longed to gain immense power, become a high-ranking member of the Burning Legion, woo the Queen, and marry her to become the true emperor of the Night Elves. But this dream was ruthlessly shattered by one person.

Even Savis looked at his incredibly dry skin, his hideous hands, and his demon-like hardened skin.

He has indeed gained unparalleled power, but he has also lost everything. His appearance is so dignified that even a random night elf female would not be interested in him, let alone Her Majesty the Queen.

The other High Elf mage followers quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look Xavius ​​in the eye; the archmage was currently in a rage.

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Meanwhile, inside Azshara's bathhouse, the passion had subsided, and a languid and enchanting atmosphere filled the air.

Like a satiated cat, Azshara leaned lazily against the edge of the pool, her long, light purple hair cascading down, her perfect figure partially concealed, and a smug smile on her face.

“Now, my dear chief advisor, can you still say… that my charm cannot win you over?” Azshara asked.

Rhodes savored the Queen's warmth and the delicate fragrance emanating from her hair, yet his mind remained clear. He smiled and said...

"Her Majesty's charm is enough to make the stars pale in comparison and the moonlight dim. I am but a mortal, how can I possibly resist the radiance of the light of light?" You like to hear nice things, so I'll say nice things for you. A few cheesy words won't kill anyone.

This compliment pleased Azshara greatly. She chuckled and sat up, the veil slipping from her shoulders, her bare feet touching the smooth, mirror-like floor. She extended her hand to Rhodes:

"So, would you like to enjoy a dance performed just for you?" Elf Dream possesses an extremely long lifespan, while Azshara has lived for thousands of years. In her daily life, besides studying magic, she studies songs, dances, and other artistic pursuits.

“That would be a great honor,” Rod said with a smile.

Listening to music in a brothel seems like a good idea.

The night elf maids serving the two were already softly humming an ancient and beautiful melody, and some of them were even playing musical instruments.

As Azshara's handmaids, they were equally skilled in everything, especially music. Her Majesty the Queen would sometimes ask them to play instruments, sing, or dance when she was in the mood.

As the music began, Azshara stretched out her arms and started to dance gracefully by the pool.

Azshara's figure appeared and disappeared in the misty vapor, each step landing on an invisible rhythmic point.

Arcane energy flowed with her dance, condensing into shimmering starlight around her, sometimes like fireflies flitting about, sometimes like a cascading galaxy.

Her slender waist was incredibly supple, and every turn she made was breathtakingly beautiful. Her long, pale purple hair flowed behind her, the ends of which were tinged with magical light.

Most astonishingly, as she danced, the energy of the Well of Eternity seemed to be summoned, condensing into a miniature starry sky projection on the dome of the Bath Palace. The stars flickered and shone in rhythm with her. She was not dancing; she was using her body to interpret the essence of magic, weaving the rules of the world with her dance steps.

Rhodes watched intently, and had to admit that Azshara's charm at that moment had indeed reached a certain extreme.

She perfectly blended the power of magic with her own beauty, an allure that was fatal; no wonder she could captivate the entire night elf race, from nobles to commoners.

When the dance ended, Azshara, slightly out of breath, walked up to Rhodes.

"how?"

"Words cannot describe even a fraction of its beauty, Your Majesty," Rhodes exclaimed sincerely. "This dance should only exist in mythology."

It is no longer a skill of this world, but a resonance of the strings of arcane law; just now, witnessing it, I was transported to another realm.

Like the first glimmer of starlight, its radiance spills across the jade steps. In a turn, it seems as if stars have fallen from the heavens, a silver halo encircling the figure. Arcane magic arises and vanishes at the fingertips, condensing into crystals and dispersing like hailstones.

The Well of Eternity, due to Your Majesty's dance, rises as waves and rests as ripples, moving like the moon goddess wandering, descending to earth.

Her silken sleeves fluttered lightly, scattering the radiant sunlight across the sky.

As the music ended, its lingering melody seemed to conjure a thousand magical flowers blooming in the void, illuminating the eternal light of the empire.

Rod forced himself to say something that even he found cheesy: "Women love to hear sweet words, so I'll say what you love to hear most."

Upon hearing this, Azshara's eyes widened in disbelief. This description was highly artistic! First, she praised her own beauty, then mentioned that arcane energy accompanied her, and even praised the Well of Eternity as dancing for her, like the moon goddess Elune descending to earth.

This pleased Azshara greatly; yes, that's exactly the kind of refined praise she wanted, not flattery.

The praise and descriptions from the night elf nobles that she had heard before now seemed like utter nonsense to Azshara.

“Your mouth… is more intoxicating than the sweetest mead. Tell me more? I love hearing you say that,” Azshara said excitedly.

Damn it, here we go again. I've already covered most of my knowledge, so fine, I'll just have to bite the bullet and get to it.

"Legend has it that Elune, the moon goddess, once danced by the Well of Eternity, using starlight as her veil and the night as her curtain, to bless the night elves."

I always thought it was just a poetic legend... until now, when I have witnessed Your Majesty's dance with my own eyes, the stars adorning you.

"I observed Your Majesty's dance; its beauty is no less than that of the Moon Goddess, and perhaps even surpasses it."

As expected, Azshara's breath hitched slightly, and her golden eyes shone with an astonishing brightness. This praise not only affirmed her beauty and power but also placed her at the same level as Elune, the moon goddess worshipped in the Night Elf culture, greatly satisfying her ambition and vanity that transcended the mortal realm.

However, just as Rhodes finished speaking—

hum...

An invisible yet boundless will seemed to descend from the heavens, suddenly sweeping across the entire bathing palace.

Rhodes felt an indescribable, cold, and authoritative gaze pierce through the space, sending a chill down his spine as if his soul had been frozen instantly.

The arcane light that filled the air seemed to dim for a moment, and the maids' humming and music involuntarily stopped.

In the night sky, the moon of Elune, known as the "White Lady," seemed to suddenly condense its light, like tangible frost, coldly and intently enveloping the bath, carrying a silent scrutiny.

Azshara's smug smile vanished instantly. She raised her arm and gently waved away the maids who were kneeling in fear before looking at Rhodes. "My dear... some metaphors, even if they are jokes, are too outrageous."

She pointed to the sky and said meaningfully, “Our goddess sometimes listens to the clamor of the mortal world, especially… when her name is mentioned in such a ‘creative poetic’ way.”

At this moment, Rhodes was also sweating profusely. He stiffly raised his head and clearly felt the gaze from the cosmic level, although it was only fleeting.

Meanwhile, in the Temple of the Moon Goddess.

All the moon priestesses who were praying awoke at the same moment, feeling a strange palpitation and an indescribable pressure, as if the moonlight itself had taken on an unpleasant emotion.

The high priest stepped out of the temple, looked at the moon which seemed even colder and brighter than usual, and frowned.

"Goddess...why are you angry?"

Chapter 338 The Moon Goddess's Summoning, the Arrival of the Moon Priestess

In the distant Temple of the Moon, the chilling pressure emanating from the cosmic realm spread out like invisible ripples, startling all the devout priestesses of the Moon, none of whom knew what had happened.

An elderly night elf—the high priest of the Temple of the Moon—dressed in a silver-white priest's robe and wearing a crescent crown, was leading the priests in evening prayers.

The moment Rhodes uttered that "shocking" metaphor, her hand holding Elune's staff trembled violently, as if struck by an invisible chill.

The High Priestess of the Moon Goddess suddenly looked up and gazed through the openwork dome of the temple at the "White Lady," who seemed to have suddenly condensed endless frost and solemnity.

"The will of the goddess..." the high priest murmured, his face filled with shock and confusion.

“Such clear displeasure… What happened in the mortal realm that could attract such direct attention from the goddess?” said another high priestess.

Just then, a terrifying thought appeared in her mind and conveyed a decree to the high priest. The moonlight descended upon her, and all the priests quickly knelt down to listen to the goddess's teachings. At this moment, everyone knew that the goddess had descended upon the high priest.

As the highest-ranking member of the Sisterhood of the Moon, the High Priestess, who leads the entire Sisterhood of the Moon, has the right to communicate with the goddess.

A moment later, the high priest opened his eyes.

"I am conveying the Moon Goddess's will: all members of the Sisterhood of the Moon, all priests, come and assemble."

"Find the being named 'Rhodes' and bring him to my temple for an audience." This was the divine decree given by the Moon Goddess after communicating with her, only stating that this being named Rhodes currently resides in Queen Elsara's palace.

The oracle was concise to the extreme, offering no reason, no explanation, only this clear command.

The prayer ceremony was forced to stop. All the Moon Priestesses felt the tremor and pressure emanating from the depths of their souls. They knelt on the ground and kept begging for the goddess's forgiveness. None of the priestesses knew why the goddess was angry. What had made the Moon Goddess angry?

The high priest immediately summoned all the high priestesses in the temple, including a young novice priestess named Tyrande, who was allowed to attend the hearing because of her rare piety and spirituality.

Tyrande is very young and very beautiful. There are even rumors that her appearance is no less than that of Queen Azshara, and it is because of this ridiculous rumor.

Azshara even wanted to recruit Tyrande into her palace to serve as a lady-in-waiting to the queen, but Tyrande refused. Instead, she joined the Sisters of the Moon and became an apprentice priestess.

Becoming a queen's handmaid is the dream of countless female night elves. To ordinary night elves, commoners, and even nobles, this is a very unwise choice. After all, one is a real queen with wealth and glory at their fingertips, while the other is the ethereal moon goddess.

Inside the council chamber, the moonstone emitted a soft glow as hundreds of moon priestesses stood together, ready to hear the goddess's decree.