Void Attract enabled!
This would be close to a thousand connections linked to demons surging from afar, continuously draining their health to sustain his own.
He turned into a blood-sucking pump; for every demon that surged out, there was a charging treasure. These demons were roaring, not very intelligent. They knew their health was draining but didn't know who was doing it.
Ahead was the barrier storm created by The Legion commander, still forming. Rushing through now would only lead to being torn to shreds.
The frenzied Hellhound, Felguards, Void Terrors, and three Doomguard Hounds roared uneasily, only quieting down after being whipped by the superior dreadlords.
Disobedience only earned a whipping, but if they dared to defy orders, these six-armed, long-legged, shapely Succubi would gladly torment their souls for amusement, and incidentally, teach other The Legion demons a good lesson in what The Burning Legion spirit truly was!
If one could see Arthas' health bar, they would notice it fluctuating wildly, like a rollercoaster. Stock traders seeing this kind of curve would probably have a heart attack.
True to a death knight's style, he played with a volatile health bar, he played with an accelerated heartbeat.
Azshara didn't know what methods her consort used, only that he bore most of the damage, buying her enough time.
Archmage Elisande and Lady Vashj maintained the magical shield, blocking most of the damage and protecting the still-confused Highborne.
They couldn't die now; at the very least, if they were to die, it should be in the war to counterattack the demons. That was the glory of the Kaldorei!
"Alright, the rest is up to me!"
Azshara finally anchored every one of her subjects and cast a large-scale teleportation magic array, teleporting most of the elves from Suramar City.
The destination was not Suramar City, but Mount Hyjal, further from the capital.
Thud.
The sensation of weightlessness from the teleportation caused many night elf civilians to fall to the ground. Some were cooking, some were studying, and some were procreating; all were instantly teleported away.
The sudden appearance of a large number of civilians quickly drew the attention of the Wild Gods. This place was also inhabited by night elves, mostly commoners.
Commoners were not allowed to learn magic, and to advance, they could only do so through military merit or by being promoted by a noble.
Therefore, a considerable number of night elves came here to learn the path of the druid, while women mostly chose to join the Worshipers of elune and become a Priestess of the Moon.
Priestesses of the Moon and Priestesses of the Holy Light were similar, differing only in their faith. Their abilities felt somewhat familiar; both could serve as auxiliary healers and could also use the Wrath of elune to eliminate enemies.
This was one of the few choices for commoners: either remain a commoner, exploited and bullied, serving as a tool for the Highborne, or join the path of nature to become a druid, or join the Worshipers of elune.
Beyond that, there were no other options; the path to advancement had been cut off.
However, there was one benefit: neither druids nor Priestesses of the Moon would be easily bullied.
The Wild Gods protected the druids, and the druids themselves were not weak, strong enough to be on par with mages.
Priestesses of the Moon were even more untouchable. In the past, Azshara also believed in elune, the Moon Goddess, but after becoming queen, she gradually abandoned her faith, turning instead to believe in herself and worship power.
Because he absorbed too much demonic power, although the Void Attract skill was very powerful, the side effects were also obvious. During the subsequent digestion period, not to mention vomiting and diarrhea, it at least made one feel incredibly nauseous, very uncomfortable, with motion sickness, weakness, and low spirits, a dizzy head, and no interest in anything.
Thump.
Unable to hold on any longer, Arthas finally collapsed. However, before losing consciousness, he still said a word to Azshara.
"The Kaldorei's forces alone are not enough to deal with The Burning Legion. We must unite with other races. If they succeed, everything will cease to exist."
Azshara caught Arthas. She tried to open his helmet, but an unknown force enveloped it, preventing her.
What did her consort truly look like?
Judging by his voice, his hair, and the skin occasionally visible through his helmet, he should be similar to her, just with a different skin tone and without long, pointed ears. Perhaps he was a handsome young man!
He wasn't old; he couldn't possibly be older than she was.
A woman three years older brings good fortune.
A woman thirty years older brings an empire.
A woman three hundred years older brings an elixir of immortality.
A woman three thousand years older grants a place among the immortals.
She shook her head, dismissing these thoughts, and looked at Dighana, the leader of the Worshipers of elune who had arrived, and also a High Priestess.
She was also the teacher of two famous individuals: one was the novice Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind, and the other was Maiev Shadowsong, who had already become a High Priestess.
"Your Majesty, what has happened? How may I be of service?"
Although nominally subordinate to the Kaldorei Empire, the Priestess' eyes did not hold the fanatical adoration of the Highborne. Out of politeness, Dighana still maintained sufficient respect for the queen.
Azshara gazed deeply at her consort and sighed softly.
"Xavius used the Well of Eternity to lure outside demons to invade. Suramar City has fallen. Send a Priestess to look after him. He is my consort, and he just protected the Kaldorei's people."
"Ravencrest, gather all active nobles and military officers for a meeting. The Worshipers of elune must also attend."
"Mobilize The Legion to build a defensive line. Do not let the demons break through. At the same time, contact other races to form a coalition army. If they are unwilling, open a gap and let them witness the demons' cruelty, and they will obediently join the coalition."
Using a borrowed knife to kill, or killing a chicken to scare the monkeys?
Given the might of the Kaldorei Empire, surrounding races like the Highmountain tauren, Zandalari trolls, and Vrykul would all be happy to see their powerful neighbor suffer.
Offer assistance?
They would wish for the night elf race to suffer, their strength to decline, to dampen their arrogant ambition of annexation and conquest.
Although the plan was somewhat cruel, there was no time for patient negotiation now; this was the only way to gather a coalition army.
Azshara's approach was akin to the saying: people cannot be taught by people, but they learn quickly from experience.
This cruel approach drew criticism from the Priestesses of the Sisterhood beside her, but since their leader had not spoken, they also found it difficult to speak up.
"Tyrande, you will look after the queen's consort."
Dighana suddenly spoke, seemingly having perceived Azshara's concerns, and she explained with a smile.
"She is my most accomplished disciple, with a unique talent in healing, and she is currently the only Priestess who can receive the Moon Goddess' favor and response."