Chapter 10 Section ten

Everything began to make sense, and it dawned on the magician as he climbed up and down the rocks in search of his friend.Nozdormu...the gap in time, the coming of age of the night elves and the Burning Legion...the Well of Eternity...and the forging of the Demon Soul... The Old Gods are making keys that will unlock the prisons that hold them... even Sargeras would be tempted to beg death for peace if it came to pass. Open a gap in time, and they can completely destroy the place that imprisoned them.Perhaps they even conspired to reverse their initial failure.It was difficult for him to guess what shocking plots the ancient gods had, because their wisdom was far above him, and compared to them, he was just a reptile on the ground.

I must tell Alexstrasza!Krasus thought instinctively.Dragons are the most powerful race in the real world.If anyone can stand against the Old Gods, it's them.He cursed Neltharion, the insane Earthguard, for degenerating into Deathwing the Destroyer.If the five dragons work together and join hands, their strength will surely defeat the Old God.If it wasn't for Neltharion— Krasus slipped and nearly fell off the ridge.The conspiracy of the Old Gods is truly puzzling!It was they who changed the Earthguard!It was they who twisted Neltharion's mind!The Old Gods made him their puppet, manipulating him to help them break out of their prison.At the same time, they also separated a potential opponent from the five guardian dragons, and the overall strength of the five dragons was greatly reduced.Without Neltharion, the other four dragons are no threat at all.

Even more frightening is that the Old Gods have also forced Nozdormu to take care of this matter, which is undoubtedly part of their conspiracy.Krasus stopped suddenly, leaning on the hillside.The whole plan is horrible.The dark Old Gods have taken great pains.Control so many people in the palm of your hand without showing any trace.No one can disrupt their diabolical plan, let alone him. then what should we do? All Krasus thought about was this matter, and he didn't even notice that a huge black shadow was approaching him. He didn't realize it until everything around him was shrouded in shadow.

Deathwing appeared in the air: "It's you!" A cloud of lava shot out of the hideous dragon's mouth. If it were anyone else, he would have been swallowed by the hot lava, leaving only a small pile of charred ashes, and the chase would have ended.But Krasus knew Deathwing all too well, and he was remarkably quick to respond... just in time. In a rage, Deathwing spewed lava at him, and Krasus conjured a golden magic shield.The lava exhaled by the black dragon mercilessly hit the seemingly vulnerable shield...but the shield survived in the end.Krasus tensed up, struggling to keep his balance, already dripping with sweat.Every muscle in his body seemed to scream for him to give up, but he just wouldn't.

In the end, the giant dragon in the air stopped, but he just wanted to gather his strength and prepare for the next onslaught, but this short time interval was too important to Krasus. Krasus raised his arms and disappeared. He dared not confront the terrifying dragon head-on.The highs and lows of this confrontation are obvious.Even in the best condition, Krasus is not the guardian dragon after all, but a consort of the red dragon queen.Bravery is respectable, but it means nothing in the face of such uncertainties. The magician appeared with a "boom" on a mountain, which was located south of the peak from which he had escaped.Crassus sat slumped on a rock, panting heavily.Blocking the black dragon's attack, and using the escape technique, his physical strength has been depleted by half.In fact, he originally wanted to transfer himself to a place farther away from the black dragon.

"I will find you!" cried the black dragon, his cry echoing through the mountains. "You cannot escape!" Krasus knew his only advantage was that Deathwing was so enraged at this moment that he was completely insane, unable to concentrate at all.The magician felt that the black dragon used magic to search around, but it was very hasty, passing by in a hurry, the search area was too large, and the person the black dragon was looking for could easily hide himself. Mustering up the last courage in his heart, Krasus walked down the mountain.The closer to the bottom of the mountain, the safer.

What became of his companions, the wizard did not know, but he was sure they had escaped Deathwing's clutches, or the black dragon would not have entangled him.Apparently, Deathwing was still looking for his treasure.The magician believed that the disc must still be in Malfurion's possession. The more convinced the black dragon is, the more beneficial it will be for them.If his life could be exchanged for the Demon Soul to be brought back safely, he would rather sacrifice his life.Ronin would know what to do with Demon's Souls. He hurriedly climbed down the mountain. Although he was exhausted, his hands and feet were still nimble, much more nimble than night elves and humans.Krasus listened carefully to Deathwing's voice along the way, keeping his keen ears on the whereabouts of the enraged dragon.

At one point, Deathwing was flying right above Krasus, but Krasus swiftly threw himself on the rock, and the dragon flapped its wings and swept through the air.Deathwing unleashes lava on the spot at will, unaware that his own rage is also hindering him. Then, what Krasus feared finally happened.Deathwing had checked the area carefully, then turned sideways and flew towards his mountain chamber.Krasus couldn't believe that the black dragon had given up the search so quickly... which means that Deathwing was now looking elsewhere for the Demon Soul. Uneasy about Malfurion and Brox, Krasus looked at the departing black dragon and began to concentrate his thoughts.

At this time, the debris from the black dragon's previous explosion flew into the air, hitting Deathwing from all directions.Many boulders slammed on the black dragon's body, some of which were as big as the black dragon's head.Deathwing was frightened, let out a roar that shook the sky, and flew frantically towards a mountain peak, only to escape by luck in the end, without hitting the mountain. Krasus turned and ran. The thunderous roar behind him made it clear that Deathwing had fallen for his trap.Krasus didn't dare to turn his head to look back, his senses told him that the black dragon was chasing him at high speed.

He could almost feel the breath from the evil dragon's mouth on his neck... "I'm going to burn you to ashes..." the ferocious black dragon roared, "burn it clean!" Deathwing is not afraid of harming his treasure, as the Demon Soul is well designed to withstand such a terrible attack.But ironically, a single scale on the black dragon's body could expose the disc's weakness... Only a part of Deathwing's body can destroy this terrible thing. Krasus also considered finding a way to destroy Deathwing in the past, but he feared that doing so would overwhelm an already burdened timeline.Better to let the dragon get it, as he planned, and hope that history will run its course, but only if it's still possible.

Deathwing's pursuit was getting tighter and tighter... getting closer... the black dragon obviously wanted to aim more accurately at the target of the attack. Now he will be attacked at any time, the magician thought to himself.He tensed up, ready for action. He heard the chasing black dragon talking about launching another lava attack. Krasus gritted his teeth— At this time, there was a loud sound of lava erupting in my ears... The place where Krasus had just run was submerged in the steaming lava. The Earth Guardian rose into the air, laughing wildly, a horrifying laugh that befitted his frenzied state.He hovered over this place, and the ground was ablaze and covered with red rocks.The scorching lava he spit out was so magical that the chances of finding the disk were slim, but Neltharion was willing to wait. He reveled in the horrific death of the mysterious dragon mage.Alexstrasza's favourite, at first, nearly derailed his entire plans.It would be a shame if this guy didn't leave any remains, because the black dragon wanted to take some of his remains to give to the dragon Alexstrasza, and make her his mistress.Neltharion had sensed an affinity between the two dragons: Krasus seemed to be in Alexstrasza's favour, as was the tasteless Cleostrasz. However, the most important thing is that after that guy dies, the disk can return to his hands.But now he can only wait patiently.The Demon Soul must be nearby, buried beneath the lava, waiting to be reunited with him. But suddenly... a small thought bit his brain, making him uneasy.Neltharion thought of the cunning of his prey, and how he and his accomplices had succeeded in stealing the disc. The black dragon flew close to the ground, trying to feel his baby's breath through the disorganized forces, which began to fade away.He still couldn't feel the disk's power, but it must be down there somewhere.The disk must be in the... Krasus had escaped to another location, but he could still feel the heat of Deathwing's lava.He lay sprawled on the ground, knowing that this time he still didn't go as far as he wanted. He really wanted the black dragon to think he was dead, with the demon soul buried underneath.As a dragon, Krasus knows how powerful each dragon is when it attacks others, and believes that the soul of the devil can delay the black dragon's search for night elves and orcs.Buy a little more precious time, and the chances of their success will be better. As for Krasus himself, since his enemy no longer considered him, he could rest for a while, and after recovering enough physical strength, he could use the escape technique to return to his companions.The wizard was secretly thankful that his plan had worked, and wondered if Deathwing would have been able to make a difference if he had seen through his plot.In fact, Krasus felt he would be thankful if he still had the ability to light a candle, let alone dodge a maddened dragon. Exhausted, Krasus lay sprawled against the rocky earth.A thin ray of light came in from a crack in the stone.In this bleak place, these lights are too weak to mark only a vague distinction between dusk and day.But Krasus welcomes these rays very much, because as a red dragon, he is the existence of life, and life is most vigorous under the sun.After his eyes adjusted to the new light, the magician finally relaxed completely, at least temporarily. At this moment, a deep voice rumbled triumphantly from the air: "Ha! I finally found you!" Hunger began to slowly bite Tyrande's body, which was not a good sign.The Moon Goddess had been providing for her for a long time, but there were so many people in Kalimdor who needed Elune's care that she couldn't devote too much energy to a single priestess. Tyrande didn't think it was a betrayal of Moon Goddess.She thanked Elune for everything she had done for her.Now is the time to test her frail body, but the practice of the nuns can still help her survive for a while. Every evening, when the sun sets, there will always be a high-level elf bringing a bowl of rice.The supper was placed on the side of the sphere, and Tyrande never touched the rice in that bowl, because she suspected that the gruel in the bowl was leftovers from the enemy.Tyrande had only to tell the Highborne that she was hungry, and the sphere would magically drop to the ground.At that time, the milky white rice spoon can pass through the barrier of the sphere together with the rice. Thinking that Lady Vashj wanted to kill her, Tyrande felt extremely thankful that he hadn't eaten from the bowl.But at this moment, the frozen food in the bowl looks very tempting.One morsel would give the priestess the strength to last another day; if she ate a bowlful of rice, she would last a week, maybe longer. But she couldn't eat without help, and she didn't want to be fed.That's a sign of physical weakness, and the demons will definitely take advantage of her weakness. Just then, someone unlocked the prison door.Tyrande hurriedly glanced away from the rice bowl on the ground, not wanting the other party to see his deteriorating health. A grim-looking guard opened the door.Then a Highborne entered, an elf Tyrande had not seen before.His rich robes stood out, and he was clearly confident in his good looks.Unlike the other Highborne, he is physically strong and muscular.Most striking was his lavender skin, and above all his auburn hair, interspersed with strands of gold, a color Tyrande had never seen before.But like all Highborne, he carried a haughty air, especially when speaking to the guards. "Back off." With this mage present, the soldiers were eager to leave as soon as possible.He locked the prison door casually and strode away. "Holy priestess," the Highborne greeted her, his tone much less haughty than the guard's, "you can make yourself comfortable." "It is enough to have the Moon Goddess to bring me comfort. I don't need or want anything else." His expression changed subtly, but Tyrande could see an almost remorseful look on his face.She was stunned at his reaction.She had thought that all the Highborne had been reduced to demon lords and minions of Azshara, but this Highborne made her feel that might not be the case. "Priest—" he began. "You may call me Tyrande," she interrupted abruptly, trying to be friendly to him, "Tyrande Whisperwind." "Ms. Tyrande, I am Dath'Remar Sunstrider," the Highborne replied, and the last hint of arrogance disappeared from his voice, "The twentieth generation of nobles serving the Queen..." "Very famous hereditary. You have reason to be proud of yourself." "Yes, I'm proud." Dath'Remar said, but a shadow passed over his face. "I should be proud," he added. Tyrande saw his opportunity.Dath'Remar was clearly asking for something. "The Highborne have always been respectable guardians of this kingdom, guarding their people and the Well of Eternity. I believe your ancestors will not be disappointed by your actions."