Something out of the ordinary must be demonic. Arthas' brows furrowed. This didn't look normal at all. How could Eagle Eye be discovered again and again?
In fact, prophecies are not set in stone; they can be obscured and tampered with.
For an elf like Elisande, who firmly believed in prophecies, even if the vision she saw was utterly absurd, she wouldn't doubt it. Instead, she would overcome countless difficulties to carry it out.
She didn't want to know right from wrong, nor could she, nor was she willing to think about it.
This was both a strength and, precisely, a weakness.
Just now, Elisande had seen a vision of the future, a prophecy of what was to come.
In the prophecy, The Burning Legion would be defeated, its plan to invade this world would ultimately fail, and even its stronghold would be utterly destroyed.
She couldn't clearly see who did it, but she could be sure that the creature was not of any race she knew or was familiar with.
Since The Burning Legion would be defeated, she had no need to stubbornly fight alongside The Burning Legion.
When it's time to change sides, she changes sides, like a heartless woman toying with emotions, constantly switching partners.
There was no need for guilt; all that mattered was her own peace of mind!
The next second, she blinked to the bottom floor of the fortress.
"There are intruders attacking. Assemble the soldiers and prepare for battle."
After saying that, she blinked away again. This was a command, not a discussion.
After a long while, a muffled sound rang out, accompanied by an angry roar.
"That old hag dares to command me!"
It angrily smashed the floor a few times, and with no one answering, it looked like a clown.
Annoyed as it was, Elisande was its superior, so it had to obey without the slightest discount.
The most important point was that it couldn't defeat that old hag!
When it emerged from the shadows, it saw a massive body with savage tusks, four hooves as thick as load-bearing walls, and two hands wielding a huge blade, the typical appearance of a Pit Lord. It was Mannoroth's adjutant Azgalor.
At its command, the demons on the Broken Isles gathered towards the nighthold.
Those flying in the sky, those running on the ground, except for those swimming in the sea, all responded to the call of the high-ranking demon.
Any creature blocking their path would be crushed. Even if a stubborn rock stood in front, it would be split into rubble by the thick-skinned demon guards with a single sword stroke.
Seeing the suddenly gathered demons, Arthas knew he had been exposed.
"That old hag!"
His tone was a bit gnashing. He could have snuck in, but now it had turned into a direct assault.
He took a deep breath, and his eyes once again became resolute.
No matter who it was, anyone who stood in his way would only find death.
Can demons resurrect?
Then let's see if the demons resurrect faster, or if his sword is faster!
"What old hag? Master, has someone discovered us?"
Sinestra raised her eyebrows. At first, she subconsciously thought it was herself, but she quickly shook her head in denial.
Impossible, absolutely impossible. Her master's frenzied, stomping appearance definitely wasn't referring to her.
She was quite clear about her own charm, you know.
"Elisande, the former Grand Magister of the Highborne."
When Arthas spoke that name, he didn't notice Chromie's strange expression beside him.
In her opinion, how could a human prince from the distant Eastern Kingdoms be so familiar with ancient history?
If it were about some secrets of the dragons, that would be understandable; perhaps some loose-lipped dragon had revealed them.
But the secrets of the Highborne were a bit off. At least, this was not something a human could know, or was qualified to know.
Not to mention the ancient era, even among the Highborne who survived to this day, there were probably only those in Feralas' Dire Maul.
However, considering that this was a man whose fate even the King of Time could not see clearly, perhaps it was quite reasonable after all.
"Then what should we do now, little prince? Without the eye of aman'thul, we cannot go back in time to stop The Burning Legion."
"If we can go back and defeat The Burning Legion this time, perhaps we can shatter the Sands of Time. That way, no one will ever be able to tamper with time again!"
Chromie thought of a permanent solution. They couldn't keep traveling through time repeatedly.
Doing it too many times would not only harm their bodies but also lead to the collapse of the entire universe.
This was no joke; it wasn't just Azeroth, but the entire universe would collapse because of it.
Those who toy with time will eventually be toyed with by time. Even if they transcend everything, they are merely self-important fools.
Time cannot be toyed with, nor can it be trifled with. Everyone must pay a price.
Even if they did nothing but observe, the bronze dragon would get lost in the temporal currents.
Those words indeed reminded Arthas, but how to stabilize time was not his concern; there were naturally higher beings to deal with that.
Picking up Frostmourne, with the insights he had just gained, his stamina recovery was also accelerating.
To carve a bloody path, it would be best to head straight for the top floor of the fortress, which would require the help of the two female dragons, as he couldn't fly!
Sigh, if only he could be rewarded with flight ability sometime.
Many demigods can't fly; being able to fly and not being able to fly are two different things!
night.
A commotion suddenly erupted in the distance. The previously bored felhounds, who had been idly grinding their claws on the floor, seemed to smell something and raised their heads to look in that direction.
Pfft!
Bursts of bloody carnage erupted, often sweeping through large areas. Without even seeing the enemy's shadow, they died.
The low-intelligence felhounds had no idea what was happening. It was an instinctive realization that a black dragon had flown by, with a dragon rider above, brandishing a long sword.
It was about to charge under the whip of its trainer, but as soon as it moved its four limbs, its body was invaded by an energy.
The next second, its body exploded, and its soul consciousness did not return to the Twisting Nether. Instead, it was absorbed into an unknown entity.
The soul was squeezed, burned, refined, and finally transformed into the purest anima.
Are demons terrifying?
Of course, they are terrifying. Endless, fearless of death, and able to resurrect even after dying.
But not anymore. Without a soul as a vessel, only a small amount of residual spirits in the Twisting Nether served as resurrection points.
After resurrecting again, the spirit would also dissipate, turning into a soul to enter the body.
An incomplete soul naturally cannot exert its inherent strength. For humans, this is like a congenital disability, making them significantly inferior to normal people.
Dying again in such a state would be true death.
Demons do not disappear; they represent chaotic Fel. New demons will be born after a period, but by then, they will no longer belong to The Burning Legion.
The Burning Legion would then have to send people to capture, beat, and enslave new demons to join.
Therefore, as long as they kill quickly, they can indeed mitigate the advantage of overwhelming numbers to a certain extent.