Seeing that the wind-based magic of the Eagle God Akil'zon was ineffective against the statues, the Dragonhawk God Jan'alai made his move.
Once again, he unleashed his signature blazing breath. A wave of dragonhawk fire engulfed the legion of statues.
However, as the flames subsided, Jan'alai realized that his attack had not achieved the desired effect.
Under the scorching flames, many statues turned red-hot, seemingly on the verge of melting with a little more effort.
But that was the extent of it. Unless Jan'alai could maintain his breath attack for several more minutes, his assault would do nothing more than heat them up.
Seeing that two of the Loa-empowered giants had failed in their initial strikes, the remaining two—Nalorakk, the Bear Spirit, and Halazzi, the Lynx God—exchanged glances before charging at their rocky enemies.
Nalorakk took the lead. He transformed from a half-bear, half-troll giant into a massive bear, resembling the true form of the Bear Loa itself, and crashed into the stone army.
Even the statues' rock bodies could not stop the giant bear. His mountain-sized frame barreled through several troll statues and bear statues in an instant.
A few lynx statues leapt onto his back, only to be casually shaken off.
Then, the giant bear swung his colossal claws with savage ferocity. Any statue in his way was either sent flying or shattered into pieces.
At this moment, the statues' weakness became apparent.
Although they were incredibly sturdy and highly resistant to most elemental damage, their physical defense was merely at the level of ordinary stone—far from impenetrable.
Thus, against warriors imbued with Loa power, they were far weaker than they first appeared.
Previously, their ability to shrug off storms, lightning, and flames had intimidated their foes.
Now, with the bear spirit in action, the statues suffered heavy losses. Several were crushed by his attacks.
Meanwhile, Halazzi, the Lynx God, also tore through the statue army with ease. His razor-sharp claws sliced through their rocky forms like a knife through butter, reducing them to rubble in a single swipe.
Leaping from statue to statue, Halazzi wrought massive destruction.
Seeing this, Akil'zon and Jan'alai sighed in relief before joining the battle themselves.
Whether they were troll statues, eagle statues, bear statues, dragonhawk statues, or lynx statues, their attacks barely tickled the four divine warriors, failing to inflict any real damage.
In contrast, every strike from the Loa warriors was fatal to the statues.
However, the statue army did not consist only of these smaller figures.
Four colossal totem giants, each towering ten meters high, moved into action. Though slow, each step covered three to four meters.
Before long, they had entered the fray and locked onto the four Loa warriors.
One of the totem giants raised its massive foot and stomped down toward Akil'zon.
The Eagle God, though a master of wind magic, did not have the thick hide of the Bear Spirit. As the shadow above him expanded, he finally unleashed his full power.
A tempest surged around his feathers, propelling him away in the blink of an eye, allowing him to escape just as the giant's foot came crashing down.
A deafening "boom" echoed as the massive foot hit the ground, triggering a localized earthquake.
Several ancient buildings, already in decay, collapsed, and even the surrounding statues and divine warriors struggled to maintain their footing.
With a loud "whoosh," the totem giant swung a massive stone hand at the narrowly escaped Akil'zon. The sheer force of its movement stirred fierce winds, forcing Akil'zon to evade once more.
The impact shook the ground once again.
Now, the divine warriors realized what their true threat was.
They shifted their focus entirely onto the towering stone giants.
On a distant high platform before the temple, Hex Lord Malacrass and Warlord Zul'jin observed the battle, surrounded by a group of retreating troll warriors.
As Malacrass watched the four Loa-empowered giants slaughtering the Alliance forces, he felt immense satisfaction.
It proved that his plan had worked—by sealing the Loa Gods, the trolls had become far stronger.
The once-dominant Alliance forces were now powerless before these divine warriors, highlighting the brilliance of his strategy.
With such formidable warriors under his control, Malacrass had no regrets about his gamble—betraying the Loa Gods they once worshipped.
After all, no matter how powerful the Loa had been, they had never led the Amani trolls to victory over humans and elves.
But now, by extracting the Loa's power, the trolls had grown significantly stronger. In his mind, the restoration of the Amani Empire was within reach.
Not even Alaric's arrival had fazed him.
Malacrass had long known the terror of human and elven mages.
The cataclysmic firestorms they had summoned to destroy the Amani Empire were legends passed down through generations of trolls.
Although he had never met Alaric, this Alliance commander's elaborate robes told him that this was a significant figure—possibly a powerful mage.
Yet Malacrass remained fearless. Before the might of the Loa's power, what could magic possibly achieve?
But then, Alaric used Transmutation Magic to create four ten-meter-tall stone giants and an entire army of statues.
At that moment, Malacrass realized he had been terribly wrong.
Never before had he regretted so much the decision to build such massive stone totems in front of the temple.
He now wished that all these relics—painstakingly sculpted by their glorious ancestors and cherished for generations—would shatter instantly.
He did not understand the principles behind Transmutation Magic, but he dreaded the possibility that more statues might come to life and become his enemies' pawns.
Beside him, Zul'jin had already begun organizing trolls to smash any statues untouched by the magic.
Finally, Malacrass snapped out of his daze and locked his gaze onto Alaric.
No longer merely an amused spectator, he personally entered the battle, launching an assault on Alaric.
Although he did not understand how the mage had summoned the stone giants, his extensive experience fighting spellcasters had taught him one simple truth: Kill the caster, and any powerful magic would instantly dissipate.
As he twirled his totemic staff, an eerie voodoo curse quietly took hold of Alaric.
Nearby, as Alaric observed the battle between the Loa warriors and the statue army, seeking the divine warriors' weaknesses, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his left hand.
Looking down, he saw a mithril ring embedded with an emerald glow brightly before losing its radiance.
In a Western fantasy world, a mage's greatest strength was not just their spells but their vast arsenal of enchanted equipment and magical tools.
As the primary producers of high-tier magical artifacts, mages were not only wealthy but infamous for their reliance on costly gear.
Though physically frail, a prudent mage carried various enchanted items, scrolls, and potions to ensure survival.
Alaric had dared to traverse the perilous world of Warcraft not only due to his confidence in his abilities and "foresight" but also because of his meticulous preparations.
Having traveled through two worlds and established the Azeroth Continuity Council alongside Aegwynn and Medivh's mother, his wealth was unimaginable—more than enough to be a "pay-to-win" player.
The recently triggered magical ring was one such item.
"An auto-triggered curse removal spell… Someone cursed me?"
Alaric instantly understood the situation and turned toward the temple.
His gaze met the dark, piercing eyes of Malacrass.
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