Azeroth: Starting with Eagle Eye in the Necropolis.

"Whoa! Look who's here! Brother Rhodes, you look quite... unique! Are these scales hard? Let me, the old boar, rub them against you?" The boar demigod Agamagan was the first to let out a loud grunt, taking heavy little steps closer, his huge tusks almost touching the scales on Rhodes' body.

Yes, it's quite obvious that they are very interested in Rhodes's half-orc form, while the other night elves and the allied forces of other races are bowing in respect to this new demigod of the wilderness.

More than half a year ago, this demigod of the wilderness suddenly appeared. The other races had never seen him before, and today was the first time they had ever seen him.

The other party's physique looked quite exaggerated and imposing, and it seemed to be a dragon. It had green markings on its body, so it was probably a green dragon.

Rhodes grinned helplessly (with his dragon mouth), revealing his sharp white teeth: "Agamaggan, be gentle, I just finished getting dressed."

Rhodes put in a lot of effort to achieve this look, and now his Wilderness Demigod form looks completely different from before.

He used to look like a mage, but now, carrying such a huge spiked club and with such a burly and tall physique, he is definitely a pure warrior.

"That's impressive! This aura is more solid than many of my old buddies!" Ursoc also came over. His giant bear body was even larger than Rhode's dragon-human form. He stretched out his huge bear paw and patted Rhode's shoulder with a dull thud.

But Rhodes' body did not move at all. Although his size had decreased, it did not mean that he had become weaker. Beneath this size, there was an extremely terrifying power, enough to capture a dragon with one hand, and it was the strongest black dragon in terms of physical strength.

“This shape is good, it’ll be convenient for fighting. Your club… looks pretty intimidating,” another giant bear demigod, Usol, said as he walked over.

"Haha, this is something I specially made, with some 'good stuff' mixed in." Rod weighed the spiked club in his hand.

It contains a large amount of top-grade anti-magic metal, making it exceptionally effective against spells. It's an absolute nightmare for mages. Combined with its terrifying strength and speed, it's absolutely unstoppable.

"Your transformation technique is quite impressive. Can I transform into this half-human, half-beast form?" the wolf demigod asked.

This form is perfect for combat, and it concentrates their power even more. Every Wilderness Demigod is a darling of life, so they can also use the warrior-specific skill Rage, burning their life force in a way that is even more terrifying than that of an ordinary warrior.

Because the life force of the Wilderness Demigods is virtually inexhaustible, while ordinary mortals, once they burn their energy excessively, will have their life essence consumed by their anger, thus reducing their lifespan or even causing death. This is also why the great warriors of the world of Azeroth do not live long.

“I can’t be sure about that, because my race is human. This transformation mode is something I developed by combining my own form with the form of the Wilderness Demigod. My close combat ability is much stronger than my human body. Compared to the original form of the Wilderness Demigod, it has higher defense and speed, and its strength is even more terrifying,” Rhode said.

This is his own unique state. Other wilderness demigods are born looking like they're suffering, and they don't have any so-called human form.

“Perhaps there’s a chance to change what you know about the Guardian Dragons being able to transform into other intelligent races. Maybe we can learn this amazing magic from the Guardian Dragons and then combine it with your transformation ability,” Cenarius said, having left sometime earlier.

He himself has the form of a night elf, except that his lower body is that of a deer.

Cenarius wore a gratified smile. He could sense that his disciple's life force had become more harmonious and restrained, while also possessing a greater sense of majesty and vastness befitting a dragon.

“There might be some potential, but let’s talk about that later. Right now, the key is this war,” Rhodes nodded and said.

The dragons have become an intelligent race; their life form is merely a transformation spell, completely different from our own. They inherently possess a human form.

“Let’s discuss this privately, and when the war starts, we’ll see what your true combat power is like.”

Upon hearing this, Rhodes nodded.

White Deer Malone also came over. "Rhodes, welcome back. Your new form... contains powerful life force and the power of order. It seems that the past six months of 'lurking' and training have given you a deeper understanding of the essence of power. How is the situation in the royal city?"

The allied forces have now assembled and are eager to know the Burning Legion's movements. The Burning Legion's attacks have become increasingly frequent recently, and large numbers of demons have gathered in Azshara's capital. Tensions are high between the two sides, and war is imminent.

Rhodes put away his playful attitude and said seriously, "Teacher, Lord Malorne, brothers. The situation in the royal city is not optimistic. The construction of the portal has entered its final stage, and a large number of elite demons have already arrived through the initially stabilized passage and are stationed on the outskirts of the royal city and near the Well of Eternity. Their numbers are increasing."

Sargeras seemed somewhat dissatisfied with Azshara's 'efficiency' and put more pressure on her.

The doubles I left behind are currently safe, played by two… ‘special friends,’ enough to handle daily surveillance, but we must speed things up.”

Rhodes didn't elaborate on the two beings from the future. If possible, it would be beneficial for them to have as little contact as possible with events from 1 years ago.

Rhodes shared publicly available intelligence such as the distribution of demonic forces and key nodes, but he remained silent about Illidan's specific mission, his in-depth contact with Sargeras, and the top-secret information such as the stand-in left in the royal city.

He plays the role of a wild demigod who "successfully infiltrated and returned with important military intelligence," nothing more. The fewer people who know about his theft of fel energy for Azeroth, the better, even if they are wild demigods.

Malfurion and Tyrande also came over. Malfurion asked with concern, "Rhodes, you weren't in too much danger over there, were you? Azshara and Xavius...?"

At this time, Tyrande was still riding Rhodes' unicorn, which seems to be a gift for her grandmother in the future.

"Just maneuvering," Rhodes said briefly, steer the conversation toward strategy.

“I’ve noticed the locations and defensive weaknesses of several outer fel furnaces. We can start from there, both to strike the Legion and to test their reaction.”

Rhodes's suggestion coincided with the thoughts of the Allied high command. Soon, everyone entered the central tent and began to carefully discuss the tactics for the first attack.

This time, the commander of the army, or rather the commander of the mortal army, is still Maiev Shadowsong's younger brother, Jarod Shadowsong.

This person has good military command skills and is considered a rare general among the night elves. Moreover, his own combat strength is not weak either. He stabbed Archimonde the Defiler in the chest during a duel. However, in this timeline, Archimonde is mine.

Rhodes offered valuable advice as a “personal investigator,” but his core secret—the “self” who was “in seclusion” in the palace—remained deeply buried.

The Allied Forces chose the Fel Furnace in the northeastern valley as their first target. Rhodes volunteered to be the spearhead of the assault. This time, he wanted to show everyone the fighting power of the Wilderness Demigods. He wanted to dominate the battlefield and boost morale.

“I need a battle to fully adapt to this form and give the demon a ‘surprise’,” Rhodes said, with good reason.

It is common for demigods to hone their new powers through battle, which is perfectly normal in the eyes of the wilderness demigods.

Cenarius nodded in agreement: "Beware of demonic tricks, Goldrinn, the wolf pack's assistance, and the mortal army. Let them command themselves."

At this moment, in Azshara's capital city, a strange summoning rune was flashing. A large number of night elf civilians were pushed onto the sacrificial chalice, their life force was drained and converted into fel energy to maintain the portal. A tall figure emerged from it. The northern figure was twenty meters tall, with blue skin and huge goat hooves. This was a pure Eredar, the commander of the Burning Legion, Archimonde the Defiler.

The fel energy pool boiled wildly as a terrifying demon lord descended upon Azeroth. Archimonde was a true demigod, and one of the most powerful among demigods. He was also a key figure sent by the Burning Legion specifically to guide Sargeras's arrival.

Although Sargeras claimed to have entrusted the task of his arrival to Azshara's people, he actually always trusted his most loyal subordinate, Archimonde.

"The Burning Legion has arrived, and this world is ours."

“Great… the great Corruptor, the embodiment of the Legion’s wisdom, Lord Archimonde…” Xavius ​​looked at the monster before him with adoration.

What immense power! This is even more powerful than that bastard Rod's.

"Your arrival is the greatest glory to this world! The portal is taking shape, and everything is proceeding according to Lord Sargeras's grand plan..."

Akmond's gaze slowly fell on Savas.

Just from that gaze, Savis felt as if his soul was being immersed in a purgatory of extreme cold and heat. His throat felt constricted, and all the flattering words that followed were choked back, leaving only heavy, fearful gasps.

Then Archimonde spoke. “You’ve done well. Continue preparing for the initiation ceremony. The great master is about to descend upon this world. Now I’ll go and deal with those allied forces.”

Archimonde's eyes fell upon the mortal army that had already assembled outside the city.

“They are a bunch of ignorant beings; they have no idea of ​​Lord Sargeras’ greatness,” Azshara quickly said.

"It doesn't matter, I will destroy them myself." Archimonde said, ignoring the night elf queen and leading his entire demon army away.

This attitude infuriated Azshara. She didn't know why she was becoming increasingly disgusted with Sargeras, who completely disregarded her.

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Meanwhile, Rhodes, wielding a giant spiked club, charged over from the other side.

Under the cover of night, Rhodes lurked on the cliff, his dragon-human form granting him exceptional stealth and explosive power. Seizing his opportunity, he leaped down like a blue meteor, his spiked club imbued with the power of wind and thunder, striking directly at the heart of the demon army!

"boom--!"

A burst of lightning caught the Abyss Lord off guard, blasting him charred and sending him flying backward. Rhodes, like a tiger among sheep, charged into the demon horde.

He swung his spiked club wildly, each strike capable of eliminating more than a dozen demons.

The battle instantly intensified. Rhode wielded his spiked club, transforming into a whirlwind of death, occasionally unleashing dragon breath to sweep away the minions.

His formidable physical strength, combat skills, and mastery of lightning and fire greatly inspired the demigods and allied warriors watching the battle. This newly promoted demigod was indeed a powerful comrade-in-arms!

"Arrogant beast! Feel the wrath of the Legion!" A furious shout, accompanied by heavy footsteps, brought a familiar blue giant into view.

A long-lost smile appeared on Rhodes' lips. Finally, someone he knew had arrived. It had been a long time. Archimonde.

Last time, I killed you in human form with the help of many allies, but this time I'm going to take you down alone.

"Enough with the nonsense, take this!"

Thunder... Bagua!

Muttering the wicked name of his move, Rod's spiked club, carrying immense force, slammed down on Archimonde.

Chapter 378 Dragonman Rhodes VS Archimonde

Seeing Rhodes charging towards him with incredible ferocity, Archimonde snorted coldly, took out a golden hammer from his pocket, and fearlessly met the attack head-on.

De's size at this moment was indeed terrifying, reaching a height of 5 meters, while Archimonde was a terrifying 20 meters tall. It was as if an adult was dealing with an attack from a child.

Archimonde's voice boomed across the battlefield like thunder, and his twenty-meter-tall blue body caused the earth to tremble with every step he took.

With a deafening roar, the giant spiked club and the iron hammer collided, unleashing a terrifying shockwave that repelled some of the surrounding demons and allied forces.

This battle, at the demigod level, is something ordinary people have no right to even watch, let alone get involved in.

"Arrogant beast! Feel the Legion's wrath! I will burn you to ashes!" Archimonde roared, immediately unleashing fel magic.

However, this small-scale fel magic was immediately interrupted by several demigods around him using nature magic, and Archimonde looked around with some annoyance.

Rhodes slowly straightened up, his dragon tail swaying gently behind him, his spiked club resting on his shoulder. His amber vertical pupils met Archimonde's burning fel eye without the slightest hesitation.

"Blue-skinned goat, you have quite a loud voice." Rod grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth.

"Too bad, all you can do is shout, you can't kill anyone. Come here, let me see your true skills!"

"Haha, you're right, look how ugly that blue-skinned monster is."

"Demigod, take down this blue-skinned monster!" A suppressed laugh echoed from the allied forces' position. The Wilderness Demigod was the first to charge into battle, greatly boosting morale.

Cenarius shook his head helplessly—his disciple's fighting style was getting wilder and wilder, even his words were so sharp, but that was exactly what was needed in this special moment.

Akimund's pupils contracted dangerously.

“Insect, you will pay the price for your arrogance. I will personally crush your bones, tear out your soul, and let you wail in eternal torment—your soul will be scorched by fel flames for millennia.” Archimonde slowly raised his right hand, fel energy condensing into a rolling, dark green energy ball in his palm.

Before he finished speaking, Rhodes' figure vanished abruptly, transforming into a cyan silhouette.

This wasn't magical teleportation; it was pure, terrifying speed unleashed by the physical body.

In his dragon-human form, Rhode's leg muscle structure has been optimized, combining the power of a dragon with the explosive mode of a humanoid creature, allowing him to cover hundreds of meters with a single step!

"Enough with the nonsense! Take this! Thunderous Eight Trigrams!"

Rhodes' voice rang out beside Archimonde, and the spiked club swept across with the sound of wind and thunder!

Archimonde's eyes flashed with surprise, but his battle instincts kicked in immediately. A fel shield instantly formed beside him, and the muscles in his left arm bulged as he forcefully blocked the attack—

"Bang—BOOM!!!"

The dull thud of metal striking flesh and the sound of energy exploding rang out simultaneously. The fel shield shattered like glass the moment it touched the spiked club—the properties of the anti-magic metal allowed Rhodes' attack to penetrate the energy defense directly!

However, Archimonde's body was incredibly strong, far exceeding that of an ordinary half-body, so this attack did not cause much damage to the demon lord.

Moreover, the size difference between the two was quite large. Rhodes snorted and once again injected powerful life energy into his body. A force of nature enveloped Rhodes' body, causing it to swell once more, growing from a height of over five meters to a full twenty meters, the same height as Archimonde.

"Combat power doesn't increase based on size, you foolish beast," Archimonde said with a cold snort, looking at Rhodes, whose size had more than tripled.