Even Arthas, upon seeing the beauty before him, felt a slight breathlessness. With her elegant posture, proud yet noble temperament, stunning looks, long and voluptuous legs, and attractive delicate toes, the few strands of silver hair hanging from her pointed ears made her appear even more mature, exuding an intellectual allure mixed within the queenly aura.
"Ah, lowly human, why have you come to my palace?" Azshara showed no signs of panic, even waving her hand to dismiss those maids who were desperately trying to protect her. In the face of absolute strength, cannon fodder had no significance if it turned to a fight.
Azshara was very interested in this human, Arthas; she knew that the man before her, although looked very mature, was still a boy, someone from the Eastern Kingdom continent. In her eyes, humans were merely low-born natives. She had a lot of information on human kingdoms thanks to her servants.
The Naga could easily navigate the seas, boasting advantages that other races could not compare to. With the ocean as a barrier, it was a natural shield for the Naga, allowing them to know about events occurring on several continents and islands. Azshara's interest in Arthas wasn't due to lust for his body, but rather because of the Old God N'Zoth, who was the main culprit behind the transformation into a Naga.
There weren't many things an imprisoned Old God could be interested in, and Arthas's unexpected intrusion into the Emerald Dream was undoubtedly one of them, surprising N'Zoth and leading him to send the Dreamweaver King to capture Arthas.
"What about Xavius? Azshara, drop this act; I'm not falling for your beauty trap."
Arthas's gaze was calm; the woman before him was truly a femme fatale. The more beautiful a woman is, the harder it is to trust her; they know how to use their advantages too well. Anyone who truly becomes ensnared in her trap would end up sold without knowing what happened, and they would even help count the money after.
He was well aware of his own strengths and knew he was no match for this cunning old fox. Even having grown up in the royal family, his stratagems were not deep, primarily because being the only son had afforded him too much luxury, leaving him with no experience of palace intrigue.
"Ah, won't you sit down for a drink?" Queen Azshara elegantly sipped her wine, and in the next moment, the Well of Eternity erupted with immense arcane energy, enveloping Arthas within it. This tremendous pressure was akin to the crushing weight of the deep sea, capable of shattering a mortal!
The gentle Holy Light Shield around him flickered, even if the invincible time was unlimited, it seems there might be a limit to what he could currently block. Arthas gazed at Azshara, who suddenly stood up, perplexed about her intentions. How could this woman use her consciousness to enter a dream? Strange, this isn't the Emerald Dream, merely a nightmare world; how could Azshara's consciousness exist here?
"Azshara (Naga Queen, Consciousness State): Hostile."
The crimson words made Arthas distrust Azshara, even though she had not attacked earlier; it was merely the calm before the storm. Caught in the arcane whirlpool, Arthas witnessed Azshara's magical prowess. With a mere gesture, an ice shard as thick as a building pillar appeared and shot towards him, clearly aimed at taking his life!
"You astonish me, mortal; reveal your intentions!" Azshara was somewhat surprised, as ice spikes, fireballs, and arcane missiles were nothing more than toys in her hands, effortlessly cast. Especially the mage's signature Frost bolt, which had almost no casting time, approaching instantaneous speed.
Furthermore, what took over a second in the game to cast just a fist-sized ice shard was now instantaneously performed by Azshara, not only more than triple the normal size. One could faintly perceive Azshara's exaggerated power from this comparison. But if she couldn't handle N'Zoth, how strong was that Old God?
It's said to be the weakest among the four Old Gods, yet even the weakest was stronger than a demigod peak. How could one even fight against that? For a moment, Arthas considered giving up. However, he quickly shook off that thought. He could be outmatched and defeated, but he would never lose his courage and belief in resistance. Absolutely not; no one could make him submit!
'Ding! You have strengthened your belief. Level increased, current level: thirty.'
'Ding! You are enduring the arcane impact; after an hour, you have gained an Achievement: Arcane Resilience.'
"Arthas: Race: Human. Age: Fourteen. Level: Thirty. Strength: (100)340, Agility: (50)350, Intelligence: (80)380, Mastery: 400, Versatility: 400, Critical Strike: 50% (same level, adjusted based on enemy level difference, plus or minus 1 per level), Critical Damage: 230%. Block: 100%. Partner: Onyxia (Black Dragon Queen), Offspring: None."
The dazzling information flashed past, and Arthas simply sat cross-legged, beckoning to Queen Azshara with a playful gesture, "I'll sit here and let you attack; let's see how long you can last."
"Audacious!" Azshara felt a long-lost anger rising; it had been so long since she had been this furious. This mortal, a native, from such a foolish race dared to make such a beckoning gesture towards the great Light of Lights; it was outright sacrilege! "Die!"
Angry, Azshara summoned the power of the Well of Eternity, harnessing the purest arcane energy to form a torrent of arcane. Simulating a natural disaster flood, she attempted to engulf the tiny mortal before her.
Crack! The exquisite palace shattered in the arcane torrent, gradually turning to ashes, leaving no trace behind! Azshara floated in mid-air, her delicate feet shimmering, as she pointed a pale finger at Arthas, summoning energy to overwhelm him.
She resembled a master, commanding the energy to execute her orders. The nearby Night Elves couldn't help but kneel down to worship, gazing at Azshara, who resembled a goddess, embodying such terrifying authority; this was the queen they adored.
For the Light of Lights, they would sacrifice everything, even their lives if necessary. Amid the arcane torrent, Arthas grit his teeth and endured, facing Azshara's arcane assault while being invincible under his Holy Shield. Yet energy still seeped in; it was a simulated arcane, allowing him to sense the flow of arcane energy in its most primal state after being diluted by the Divine Shield.