Azeroth: Starting with Eagle Eye in the Necropolis

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The surviving Watchers exchanged bewildered glances. Finally, Lieutenant Natasha took a deep breath, stepped forward, her eyes filled with complex emotions, but she ultimately bowed slightly in a salute.

“…We understand, Lord Rhodes. Thank you for… sparing our lives. We will convey your message,” Natasha said, taking a deep breath.

Now it seems they can't change anything, and when he gets back, he can only ask High Priestess Tyrande and Archdruid Malfurion to bring his mistress back.

Facing Rhodes, she couldn't utter the word "forgiveness" because the massacre she had just witnessed was too real and brutal.

But the power of resurrection was too overwhelming, leaving her with no thought of resistance. All she wanted now was to leave this terrible human and his army immediately, return home, and tell the high priest and the great druid everything.

The other Watchers silently gathered around, helping their still somewhat weakened companions to their feet, gathering their scattered equipment, and silently walking towards their ship.

No one tried to snatch the unconscious Maiev anymore, because it was pointless and could have devastating consequences. All the Watchers glanced at their mistress, their mentor, their trainer, the eldest sister of all, Maiev Shadowsong, at the last moment.

The Watchers boarded the ship they had come in, set sail, and soon disappeared beneath the sea. The vigor and determination they had shown when they arrived had vanished, leaving only endless confusion, lingering fear, and uncertainty about the future.

They suffered a complete and utter defeat in this war, a crushing and miserable defeat.

Jaina watched the departing night elf ship and sighed softly, "While your actions have resolved the immediate problem, they will likely leave an irreparable rift in your relationship with the night elves. Maiev will certainly not let this go once she wakes up."

Although no casualties were ultimately caused, this time the guardian was thoroughly offended. It's unclear whether Rhodes and the night elves can resolve this situation given their relationship.

She was quite worried about these things.

Rhodes smiled nonchalantly and put his arm around Jaina's waist.

"Cracks? Such things do not exist. With enough power, cracks can be repaired at any time, and may even inspire greater awe in them."

Tyrande and Malfurion are sensible people; they'll weigh the pros and cons, and might even thank me. As for Maiev…”

Rhodes glanced at the unconscious female elf being carried by the angel. "After this lesson, she should learn what it means to assess the situation and the absolute power disparity."

If she doesn't learn it, I don't mind 'educating' her a few more times. Okay, that problem is temporarily solved.

Rhodes went to the beach, filled a bucket with water, and splashed it on Maiev's face. The icy seawater instantly woke the elf.

Maiev shivered from the icy seawater, instantly regaining her senses, and a burning desire for revenge filled her chest.

"Ah! I'm going to kill you! You slaughtered my sisters!"

She screamed and struggled to get up, but the two holy angels pressed down on her shoulders like mountains, rendering her immobile. She could only twist her body in vain, staring at Rhodes with eyes burning with hatred, as if she wanted to devour him alive.

"What are you yelling for? Stop yelling." Rhodes squatted down in front of her, his tone calm, even with a hint of mockery. "Look around, I didn't kill all your sisters."

Maiev froze, her frantic struggle momentarily halting. She whirled around, her gaze sweeping urgently across the beach—the gruesome corpses that had littered the area were gone, replaced only by scorch marks and damage from the battle. And on the distant horizon, she could even faintly see the sails of the Watchers' ships as they departed!

Night elves have excellent eyesight; they can see things that mortals cannot, even from tens of kilometers away. But how is that possible?

Her heart skipped a beat, and an incredible feeling, mixed with immense relief but also a deeper sense of confusion, overwhelmed her.

They...they didn't die? They all left alive? How is that possible? She clearly saw them burned to a crisp, smashed into a pulp...

"What...what did you do?" Maiev's voice was extremely dry. Her previous madness and despair were replaced by immense shock and uncertainty. She couldn't understand what was happening before her eyes.

But this seems like a good thing; at least his sisters didn't die, and that's enough.

"What did I do?" Rhodes smiled, stood up, and patted non-existent dust off his hands.

"It just gave them, and you, a lesson you'll never forget. How does death feel, Maiev Shadowsong?"

How does it feel to watch your sisters die tragically before your eyes, and yet be powerless to do anything about it?

Chapter 179 Subduing Maiev, Searching for Members of the Shadow Council

Rhodes' words were like cold needles, piercing Maiev's heart again, which had just begun to ease, reminding her of the unforgettable pain and despair, and her body trembled involuntarily.

As a night elf who had lived for ten thousand years, he certainly had his own pride, but when his sisters died one by one, that pride truly vanished.

“I have nothing more to say. My sisters are safe, that’s enough. What do you plan to do with me?” Maiev took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and then looked at Rhodes and asked.

The other party probably didn't plan to kill her, otherwise there would be no need for them to say so much to her. This was the first time in her life that she had suffered such a humiliating defeat.

"I possess the power to easily destroy all of you, but I also possess the authority to grant a second life." Rhodes' voice became serious and authoritative.

"I let them experience death and then give them rebirth, so that they, and even more so you, may understand the folly and the price of defying my will, the will of the demigods, and the will of your true leader!"

Looking down at Maiev kneeling on the ground: "Now, your men have come to terms with reality and returned to Kalimdor to report to Tyrande."

And you, Maiev Shadowsong, made the biggest mistake. Your stubbornness nearly dragged the entire Wardens into an abyss of no return. Your punishment is far from over.

Maiev looked up abruptly, her eyes blazing with renewed anger, but this time, a barely perceptible fear mingled with it: "What do you want?"

Rhodes' strength is terrifying; she is no match for him now, being at his mercy.

"Not very good," Luo De said casually.

"I'm just asking you to stay with me for a while. I will personally 'educate' you and teach you what it means to assess the situation and prioritize the big picture. I will let you go when I think you have truly realized your mistakes and stopped biting around like a crazy woman."

“Don’t even think about it! I will never yield! The night elves will not allow you to imprison me! Tyrande and Malfurion will not agree either,” Maiev said through gritted teeth.

What right do you have to teach me? Defeat is one thing, but what do you mean by training me like a dog?

Rhodes scoffed. "Do you think Tyrande and Malfurion care? Let me tell you the truth, I've already sent Natasha back with a message that I'll personally 'teach' you."

Malfurion and Tyrande are probably thanking me profusely; it just so happens I helped them get rid of a disobedient, troublesome woman.

These words stung Maiev deeply once again. Although she desperately didn't want to believe it, a corner of her heart couldn't help but suspect that Tyrande, that bitch, might actually be happy to see it happen...

The two have always been at odds, even in ancient times. If they find an opportunity, they will not hesitate to kill each other or rather, plot against each other.

Rhodes interrupted her thoughts, “You have no choice. Either you obediently follow along and learn the new rules, or I don’t mind letting you experience that utter despair a few more times until you learn to listen. Believe me, I have plenty of time and means.”

I'll hang you up, make cuts all over your body, and then smear some honey on you. I think many cute little animals will come and enjoy it.

"Once you're badly mutilated, I'll revive you. I have a set of tortures called the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty. I can explain them to you one by one and even try them out on you. I think you'll like it, since you also work with torture, we'll have a lot in common."

You're kidding, kid. I can't handle you! What are those tortures you use compared to our ancestors?

If it were the ancestor who was interrogating him, Illidan would have confessed long ago.

These criminal laws sound terrifying.

Rhodes' words were cold and cruel, completely shattering Maiev's last hope. Maiev realized that the human's strength and methods far exceeded her imagination and ability to resist. Resistance would only bring more painful humiliation and possible disaster to her sisters.

She bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled, and finally, her spine, which had stood straight for tens of thousands of years, seemed to be bent by an invisible pressure at this moment.

She lowered her head deeply, no longer looking at Rhodes, her body trembling slightly. All her anger, pride, and resentment turned into silent humiliation and resignation.

Maiev knew she was a prisoner, and at least for now, she saw no hope of escape or resistance. No one would come to her rescue; perhaps her brother would, but could he really handle the guy in front of her?

“I understand, I will listen to you, but you must promise me that you will release me when the time comes,” Maiev said.

Jaina watched all of this with mixed feelings.

Rhodes' methods were indeed extreme and ruthless, but they were shockingly effective. This proud and obsessive night elf warden, who had been arrogant for tens of thousands of years, was actually beaten to a pulp in a short period of time and even forced to submit.

I don't know where Rhodes learned about those cruel punishments, but just hearing about them is enough to terrify anyone.

“Very good, it seems we’ve reached an agreement. Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to do anything else. I’ll just let you use your strengths, such as intelligence gathering and combat. You’ll be needed in many areas from now on.” Rhodes nodded in satisfaction and gestured to the Holy Light Angel that the angel had released its suppression, but was still keeping a close watch on Maiev.

After the events in the Eastern Kingdoms are over, Rhodes will release Maiev upon returning to Kalimdor. After all, with Maiev by his side, Rhodes must constantly summon the Angel of Light to watch over him; otherwise, he won't be able to sleep peacefully.

“Alright, the trouble here is finally resolved for now. By the way, Maiev, there’s something I want to ask you.” Rhodes turned to look at Maiev.

"Ask away, Your Excellency Archdruid. I will tell you everything I know."

"When you first landed on this island, did you see an orc warlock? He was an orc who came with Gul'dan more than ten years ago," Rhodes asked.

This old orc is a hidden quest in the campaign; you'll learn from him what happened to Gul'dan in the Tomb of Sargeras.

In the subsequent Legion update, he will also become an NPC who gives players some quests, making him a story character.

“I know this old orc. I met him when I first landed on the island. He asked me to help him deal with some orc undead creatures and then told me about Gul'dan’s death here 20 years ago,” Maiev said.

He was a little curious as to why Rhodes had brought up this old orc. The other man's strength didn't seem to impress Rhodes; he was just an old fellow at best.

"Nothing much? Maybe this guy will be of some use to me," Rhodes said, stroking his chin.

Rhodes' current fel magic is relatively limited, consisting mainly of powerful spells learned from top experts in the Burning Legion, but he lacks some commonly used warlock skills.

Rhodes, one of the most famous warlocks in Azeroth, didn't want to get involved. He currently had a relatively positive image and used life, holy light, and arcane magic. Rhodes didn't want others to know that he could use shadow, fel, or even death spells.

Therefore, the best option is to learn some spells from this orc warlock, such as Soul Furnace, Demon Summoning Portal, and Demon Enslavement.

“I can take you to see him; he’s in the eastern part of the Broken Shore.” Maiev nodded and immediately prepared to take Rhodes to meet the orc warlock.

The three quickly found the old orc with a white beard on the Broken Beach. He was carrying some firewood, and there were some crabs and fish cooking in a pot next to him.

"Night elves and humans, what brings you here?" The old orc was unfazed by Maiev's appearance, but became wary upon seeing Rhodes.

There is an irreconcilable hatred between orcs and humans, and he was also a former member of the old Horde, helping Gul'dan with many things and doing a lot of dirty work.

“I have no ill intentions towards you, orc warlock. You have been living in seclusion here for over a decade. I have come here to talk to you about something I would like to discuss with you privately,” Rhodes said.

“Alright, if you want to talk, then come with me. My name is Darkthul,” the old orc Darkthul said, his eyes darting around.

In this situation, he has no right to bargain with Rhodes. Whatever the other party says goes. The magical aura emanating from this human is very powerful, even stronger than Gul'dan, whom he once followed.

Nodding to the two women, Rhodes and the old orc entered his simple canvas room, where the old orc casually set up a soundproofing spell barrier.

Rhode observed the old orc and realized that the old man was quite strong, perhaps not much weaker than Jaina in her current state. This old orc must have been a formidable figure in the Shadow Council back in the day.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to escape Gul'dan and live in seclusion here for 20 years. You should know that the Broken Shore is not only home to seafood, but also to dangerous creatures such as the Nightborne, the Withered, the Vrykul, and even some of Helya's minions. It is quite dangerous here.

"Speak, human, what do you want from me?" Darksul asked, sitting down.

“I want to learn some basic warlock spells from you.” Rhodes didn’t hide anything and stated his purpose directly.

"??? A human comes to me, a member of the Shadow Council, to learn warlock spells? What are you thinking?" Darkthul was speechless. This human came to him to learn warlock spells? Are you kidding me? There are such bizarre things in this world.

This human is clearly a mage! With his abilities, why would he need to learn warlock spells from me? Or does he have another purpose?

Chapter 180 The Cunning Warlock, the Great Demon

“You heard me right, Darkthul. I need you to teach me some shadow or warlock spells, or even necromancy if you know any.”

"I know you were once a member of the Shadow Council, and you followed Gul'dan here and became the sole survivor. Your strength is definitely not weak," Rhodes nodded and said.

K'sur glanced at Rhodes in surprise, not expecting this kid to be able to see through his strength. But then again, it would be strange if a mage of his level couldn't see through him.

“I’m just a useless old man, and I don’t know how many more years I have left to live. If you want to learn, I can teach you, but even if you have the best aptitude, you’ll need to stay here for at least a year to learn all my spells,” Darksul said with a shrug.

While fel magic can be learned quickly, it still requires some time to study, so this human will need to stay by your side for at least a year to teach it.

Upon hearing this, Rhodes smiled and glanced at the old orc. "You're going to live a long time, maybe even 35 years after the Dark Portal opens. After all, you old man were still giving out quests in the Legion expansion."