Chapter 9 Section IX

Before the night elf's eyes were rows of sallow fangs.The saliva from the corner of the monster's mouth fell on him, and every drop was as corrosive as acid.Malfurion propped the monster up with one hand, freeing the other to deal with the onslaught of two hungry suckers. But it was hard to guard against, and there was still a suction cup that slipped past his defense.The suction cup was full of sharp teeth, biting his body firmly. Malfurion let out a cry as he felt the sucker begin to suck his mana.Regardless of whether the target of the hell beast's attack is a wizard, magician, or druid, the mana on them is quickly absorbed by the monster.While sucking the opponent's mana, the hell beast also devoured the opponent's life.If enough time is given to eat such a meal, the opponent will only end up leaving a shriveled shell.

The night elves didn't have time to think about which magic to use.Although the pain was unbearable, he still reached out and fumbled in his pocket. While he was distracted, the hellbeast bit him with another sucker.Malfurion nearly passed out, but he knew that passing out meant death. His fingers brushed over a pocket that held the discs, and a few muffled voices played in his head. Take it out, use it, work its magic... said the voice in my head.This is your only hope, your only chance... Take that disk... that disk... One of the voices mistook him for Crassus' voice.Malfurion clutched at the sack recklessly, squeezing the Demon Soul out of the sack into his hand.

He immediately felt his confidence double.The night elf glared at the ferocious monster on his body. "You want magic - then I'll give you magic!" He touched the demon soul to one of the hellbeast's suckers. The hell beast's eyes suddenly bulged out.The body also swelled, bulging like a sack, almost bursting.In desperation, the hellbeast removed the sucker from Malfurion's chest. A moment later, the hell beast exploded all over. Fragments of the monster's body fell on Malfurion, but he didn't realize it.Standing up, the druid quickly cleaned up the filth on his body with the magic of the disk.He looked around and saw that Brox was still fighting the enemy, but the enemy turned into two fel guards.One of the demon guards was wounded, but the orcs were clearly at a disadvantage.

Malfurion casually pointed the Demon Soul at the one he could see best. A golden light shot out from the disc and enveloped the demon guard.He howled sharply in pain, and then was reduced to a pile of dust. Another felguard paused uneasily.Brox needed just such an opportunity, and the orc's enchanted ax slashed into the demon's chest. After the second felguard fell, Brox turned around.With a smug smile on Malfurion's face, he walked towards his companions. "Nice job," he said. But Brooks didn't seem all that happy.His eyes turned to the disk.The orc's move suddenly made Malfurion suspicious.Those voices came back, and more violently.

He wants the disk...he wants it for himself...it's yours...only you can use it to bring order to the world... "Druid," said the orc, "you don't use that thing anymore. It's too evil." "It just saved our lives!" "Druid—" Malfurion took a step back and held up the Demon Soul. "You want its magic! You want it for yourself!" "Me?" Brooks shook his head. "I don't want it at all." "You lie!" the voices urged him to say. "You want to take over the Burning Legion from Archimonde and his master! You want them to conquer Kalimdor for you! I will never let this happen! If you want to succeed, unless the whole world is in flames!"

"Druid! Do you know what you're talking about? What you said just now... makes no sense at all..." "I will never let you have it!" He pointed the disk at the orc. He must be killed... must be killed... whoever wants the disc... who takes the disc from you... Brooks stood there motionless.He didn't charge at the night elves on the opposite side, and he didn't even raise his ax to attack or defend.He just stood there looking ahead, waiting quietly, giving his old life to Malfurion. Finally, the druid realized what he had to do.He's going to kill Brox just to have the Demon Soul.

After a moment of remorse, Malfurion threw the evil disc on the ground, and stepped back a few steps away from the disc.He looked at his companion again, trying to find an appropriate way to apologize to Brooks for what had just happened. The grizzled warrior shook his head, indicating that he didn't want to blame the night elves. "It's Yuanpan," he said in a low voice, "it's Yuanpan who's causing trouble!" Malfurion no longer wanted to touch the disk, but they had to take it away.Krasus must have known the best way to deal with the evil disc of the black dragon.All they have to do is find him.

Malfurion retrieved a piece of cloth from his body, bent down, and picked up the Demon Soul again.He knew that a thin piece of cloth couldn't really stop those temptations, but that was all he could do.To deal with Disc, and the bewitching voice that seemed to accompany it, the night elves tried to focus on their closest friend.If he is possessed by the demon souls, they will pay with their lives.The captive Tyrande came to his mind.Malfurion did not believe that using the Demon Soul would save her.The more likely ending is that Druid will end up killing her, just like he nearly killed Brox.

He thanked Cenarius, whose gentle and wise teachings enabled him to finally resist the bewitching of those voices.Demon Souls are enemies of nature, and therefore of the druidic path. "We're leaving this place, Brox," he said, straightening up. "No one can say how many demons are still here—" Suddenly, a pair of strangely shaped hands stretched out from the hard ground and grabbed Malfurion's feet, causing his eyes to widen in fright.The two hands were so fast that they grabbed Malfurion's ankles in an instant, immobilizing him. The orc yelled, trying to rush up to help him.Before Brox could take a step, his own feet were grabbed by similar strange hands.With no fear on his face, he desperately shook the hand that was holding him, smashing it to pieces.But before he could continue to move forward, two hands grabbed the foot he had struggled from.

At the same time, Malfurion found himself wondering whether to use the demon soul wrapped in cloth, or summon the natural force that Cenarius had taught him to use.This moment of hesitation hurt him, his eyes were suddenly darkened, and something like an iron clip sealed his mouth.Malfurion was startled suddenly, and the demon soul slipped from his hand and landed on the ground with a click. He heard Brox roaring in anger, and the sound of the tomahawk on the stone.Then there was another bang, and the orc suddenly fell silent, which made people feel hairy. There was heavy breathing in his ear, and Malfurion recognized the voice of the nightsaber. The appearance of the nightsaber made the druid understand that their attackers were getting closer.But the Burning Legion would not use night sabers. As far as he knew, only night elves would use them.

Is this person from the palace? "You didn't kill them. Why?" asked a voice, clearly a night elf, but as ruthless as a demon. "Our master will be very interested in these two guys..." Hearing the voice of the second person, Malfurion was startled suddenly.Could it be? He heard something lightly fall to the ground, followed by the sound of footsteps, someone walking towards him.There was another scratching sound, and the person not far from him picked up something from the ground, picking up the evil disk. "It doesn't look like much," said the one near Malfurion.Then came another voice, confirming Malfurion's fears. "Hello, brother..." When Krasus found out about the disaster that had broken out in the black dragon's lair, he couldn't help cursing.He tried to find out every intricate magic that Deathwing had placed around where the Demon Soul was kept, and he knew Malfurion must have done the same, but they still didn't fight the black dragon in the end. To make matters worse, he had been cut off from the druids and orcs, and it wasn't because of any magic cast by the black dragon.A power as terrifying as Deathwing's had intervened in its own way between the wizard and his two companions... Krasus was no stranger to that power. For most dragons, the ancient gods only exist in legends, and they have come to this world since the beginning of Hongmeng.Krasus, with his intense curiosity (always nosy, as Ronin puts it), knew a little more about them. According to legend, three dark ancient gods ruled a chaotic and disorderly world. The whole world was in extreme chaos, and the madness was beyond the imagination of the demon leaders of the Burning Legion.Before the creators of the world came, they had always ruled the ancient space.An earth-shattering cosmic battle ensued, culminating in the defeat of the Old Gods. These three gods were driven into the depths of the ground and imprisoned there, forever unable to turn over.Where they are trapped is unknown, and their powers are permanently bound underground.At this point, the story should end, but Krasus suspects that the Old Gods may now have found a way to connect with the real world in an attempt to regain their freedom.