That was only for ordinary explorers and archaeologists. For Sinestra, it wasn't that complicated; she only needed a single fragment.
She placed the fragment into the groove in front of the gate and casually cast a spell to analyze the energy within the fragment.
A unique dragon Aspect's power surged forth, gathering small pieces of rock and re-synthesizing them into a single key.
To be able to expand a mere fragment into a complete key through sheer will was truly astonishing.
Creak! The gate vibrated and slowly opened, powered by an internal mechanism.
Arthas casually cast another Hypnosis spell on the Pandaren guard and entered the secret chamber. In the center, a heart the size of a mammoth floated.
The dark heart emitted strange fluctuations. This was Y'Shaarj's most essential part, containing all of its power.
Void creatures are generally 'blue fat guys,' composed of pure energy. If wrapped in bandages, they become the often-seen 'bandaged men.'
However, the Old Gods are a very special class of existence in the Void. Even when cast into Azeroth to take root, they should have become larger void creatures after absorbing energy, not flesh-and-blood beings.
Consider the Wild Gods; these beings, favored by the World Soul, are without exception flesh and blood.
So, is there a possibility that the Old Gods' transformation into flesh and blood was not what they desired, but rather, while corrupting the World Soul, they were also reciprocally corrupted by the World Soul?
This would explain the formation of their flesh-and-blood bodies. Although as vast as mountains, they are fundamentally very different from void creatures, belonging to a unique category.
He placed his palm on the floating heart, and the next second, void energy enveloped him. A vast ocean of void energy was absorbed by Arthas, like a swirling vortex.
'Drunken Fist (Passive Skill): Allows you to dodge enemy attacks and spells, and deal five times critical damage.'
"Flame Breath: Exhale pure flames to incinerate enemies. Enemies set ablaze will take 50% increased damage."
'Drunken Haze: Causes a unit to enter a drunken state, slowing its speed by 50% and giving it a 100% chance to miss other targets.'
'Void Absorption: You can absorb mana and health equal to your intelligence value to replenish yourself. Damage absorbed per second equals 10 times your intelligence. Killing enemies this way will permanently increase all attributes by 0.1.'
"Void Teleportation: Spend mana to open a portal to any known location. Maintaining the portal consumes mana."
'Old Gods' Power: You can spend mana to enslave any creature, with absolute effect on Qiraji, and grant the target immunity to other Void whispers.'
'Old Gods' Modification: You can grant the target the ability to adapt to environmental changes, which can be dispelled and reclaimed at any time.'
Huh, seems pretty good.
Pretty good? These are all heaven-defying skills, not a single useless one.
Drunken Fist's passive speaks for itself: dodging while also dealing critical hits, combining offense and defense. If luck is on his side, one person can move like a dragon amidst an army.
What does it mean to move like a dragon? It means being invincible; no one can stop him. Touch him and you die, look at him and you explode, get close and you melt.
Flame Breath and Drunken Haze are also very interesting. One increases the damage enemies take; if a single strike originally dealt a thousand damage, a breath of Flame Breath would make it fifteen hundred.
Drunken Haze can make the target miss attacks, as it's common for drunk people to miss their aim. This makes sense!
As for Void Absorption, that is truly a divine skill!
human heroes have a mana drain ability, and the neutral hero Dark ranger recruited from the tavern has a life drain ability.
Now, it's a combination of both, with an upgrade: killing a unit increases all attributes by 0.1!
Just ten kills mean one attribute point. With countless monsters on the battlefield, even if he only grinds the lowest-level ones, he could become a god!
Void Force is very interesting: the strong remain strong, the weak remain weak. The strong devour the weak, growing stronger through consumption, and then devour more weak ones.
Translated, isn't that just increasing attribute points?
As for the portal, that's mobility. Compared to group teleportation which requires an anchor point, this teleportation is more advanced. If he has enough mana, perhaps traveling from here to the Outland wouldn't be an issue.
The other two Old Gods' skills are quite good, directly rendering the Old Gods' favorite and most common whispers useless.
Without the constant nagging, weakening people, and tormenting them into submission, the imprisoned Old Gods would truly be useless.
As for Old Gods' Modification, to be honest, it's a bit like a Druid's travel form.
Fly, and he turns into a raven; go into the sea, and he turns into a seal; run on land, and he turns into a moose. The main point is versatility.
"What did you do?"
The awakened Pandaren guard's voice trembled. The evil aura had disappeared, which should have been a good thing.
He didn't know why, but he felt that the person in front of him was even more difficult to deal with.
"What did I do? I'm eliminating evil for the people. What else do you think I'm doing?"
"Alright, thank Grandmaster Zhu Quanfeng for me. I'm going to fight The Burning Legion. We'll meet again if fate allows."
Arthas sneered, and unknowingly, a true demigod's aura surged from him, so powerful it could be felt at a glance.
His true brilliance was fully revealed, yet he couldn't control its manifestation at will.
Y'Shaarj's heart had vanished!
The Sha demons coiling around Pandaria also went mad, seemingly aware that their defeat was imminent, causing mischief everywhere.
A few days later.
Pandaria began to be surrounded by mist, and the land trembled, starting to separate from the main continent.
To split a continent with one's own power, such a feat still surpassed a demigod's, truly a masterpiece of creation.
"Have the Mantid of the Dread Wastes all left?"
Zhu Quanfeng stood on the Great Wall, looking out. In the past, there were always Mantid patrols outside, launching sudden attacks. If they could steal food, that was best; if not, they could die, reducing consumption.
"It seems so, but there are still some Mantid remaining here. I'm afraid there won't be any Mantid attacks on Cányáng Guān (Cányáng Guān) for hundreds or even thousands of years to come."
"It's a good thing, no matter how you look at it. I just don't know where those Mantid went; they almost migrated with the strength of their entire race."
Next to him was the Grandmaster of the Golden Lotus, his tone filled with excitement. At least with no more Mantid attacks, it meant many, many fewer people would die.
"Uh, news from the Valley of the Four Winds: our granaries have been emptied. We don't know who did it."
"We might have to go hungry for a while until new food arrives."
Emptied?
Zhu Quanfeng's Pandaren face also showed deep surprise. So much grain, enough to feed all of Pandaria for a year!
Could it be a certain demigod with not-so-clean hands?