Chapter 12 Section 12

Brox knew all too well what sacrifices a magician might make.Master, I hope you are safe and sound.I'm going to sing to you... even if I don't have much time. "what!" Brox saw Malfurion fall to the ground again.But this time, Druid finally turned his body aside. Instead of facing down, he fell sideways to the ground.Although there was no bleeding from the nose this time, Malfurion still hit hard. The orc really wanted to lift Malfurion up from the ground, but he couldn't.Gritting his teeth, he glared at Illidan and yelled, "Restore his sight quickly! Then he won't fall!"

The mage adjusted the hood over his eyes.Upon seeing this, Brooks immediately understood the terrible things that had happened to Illidan. "Restore his sight? Why should I listen to you?" "That bastard is right," Valothen interjected suddenly. "Your brother has dragged us down and is marching very slowly. Either you wipe his neck here now, or restore his eyesight and see clearly." The road under your feet!" Illidan smiled at him sarcastically: "Such a tempting choice! Well then, bring him here!" Two demons walked forward with their weapons on Malfurion's shoulders.Druid straightened his back, and strode towards his younger brother in a dignified manner.

"From my eyes to yours," Illidan whispered, "I give you what I no longer need." He removed the hood over his eyes. Seeing what was hidden under the hood, the orc shuddered, and the hair on his back stood on end.Brooks cursed secretly.Even the vicious guards beside Illidan turned their heads to look away in fear. The shadows from Malfurion's eyes slowly lifted.He blinked, then looked at Illidan.Malfurion was also dumbfounded when he saw his brother's eyes. "Ah, Illidan..." Malfurion gaped, "I'm so sorry..." "What's there to be sorry for?" Illidan scornfully put the hood back on the two evil eye sockets. "What I have now is a hundred times better than eyes. That kind of vision, you can only get in dreams. I have lost nothing, do you understand? Nothing!" Turning to the captain, Illidan continued , "He should be able to travel well now. I think we can speed up."

Varosen grinned, and then ordered to continue on his way. Malfurion staggered towards the orc.Brox held Malfurion for balance, then whispered, "I'm sorry about your brother..." "Illidan chose this path himself," said the druid, in a much gentler tone than the orc. "He betrayed us!" "Really?" Malfurion stared fiercely at his brother's back, "Really?" The orc shook his head at his companion's wishful thinking and fell silent. They went on, and the day wore on and the night grew darker.Varothen and Illidan rode their mounts with ease, but Brox looked back at the mountains behind him from time to time, believing that Deathwing might appear at any moment.

"Master, I have a question for you." After more than an hour of silence, the scarred Varothen suddenly asked, "This disc. Can it do everything you told me?" "It's way beyond what I'm talking about. You know what it's doing to the Burning Legion and the night elves...even the dragons." "Yes..." The orc could hear the greed in Varothen's voice.Only then did he notice that the captain of the guard had been caressing the pocket containing the demon's soul. "Everything is true, right?" "If you don't believe me, ask Archimonde."

Valothen removed his hand from his pocket.He wasn't dizzy yet, knowing the troll's murderous power. "The power of this thing should be enough to change the portal according to Sargeras' wishes," Illidan went on. "In that case, the remaining power of the Burning Legion can enter Kalimdor...under the leadership of Sargeras." Malfurion gasped, and even Brox snorted in disgust.They looked at each other in horror, knowing that no one could stand against the might of the Demon Lord and his army. "Action must be taken..." Brooks secretly made up his mind.He tensed his muscles to see if the rope was strong, but unfortunately, the rope on his body was still very strong.

"I've been working on it," the druid whispered to Brox, "since Illidan restored my sight. Before, I kept falling and couldn't concentrate... but now it's fine. " Convinced the demons hadn't noticed them, Brox muttered, "How?" "On those night sabers. I talk to them all the time. Trying to convince them..." The orc frowned, remembering that Malfurion had used his mind to talk to various animals. "I'm ready, druid. It won't be long, will it?" "It's harder than I thought. They—they're under the influence of the Burning Legion, but...I think...yes...ready. They'll move at any moment."

At first, there was no sign of success...but it wasn't long before Captain Varothen's mount stopped suddenly.The captain kicked the nightsaber a few times, but it refused to move. "What happened, the goddamn—" Before Varosen could finish speaking, the Nightsaber suddenly stood up.The captain was startled and fell off the back of his mount. As Illidan turned to look, his own steed did the same.However, the sorcerer had been prepared for a long time. Although he also slipped off the back of his mount, he didn't fall hard to the ground. "You fool!" Illidan snarled sharply, and no one knew who he was cursing. "You stupid—"

The moment the nightsabers threw their master to the ground, Brox sprang into action.He dashed to Captain Varothen's mount, looking for his battle-axe.The nightsaber cooperated very well, actively turning its side towards the orc... Malfurion had obviously issued an order. Brox turned quickly, and aimed his bound hands at the head of the battle axe.The sharp blade of the ax cut the rope easily, only slightly slashing the orc's right arm. Brox grabbed the ax and yelled, "Druid! Come here! We can get out of here on this nightsaber—" Suddenly, the nightsaber jumped up from beside him and headlong into a felguard who was about to kill Malfurion.The other demons retreated one after another, momentarily at a loss for what to do with the out-of-control situation.

At the same moment, the nightsaber began to snap its teeth at the rope on Malfurion's body.Malfurion looked at Brox and shouted, "Leave me alone! That bag, Brox! That bag!" The orc turned his head to look where Varothen had fallen.The officer sat on the ground and rubbed his forehead with his hands, the pouch containing the demon soul still hanging from his waist.He didn't seem to notice Brooks not far away. The orc raised his ax and rushed towards the captain.But the scarred night elf reacted much faster than Brox expected.Seeing the huge green body running towards him, the not-so-strong captain immediately rolled aside, jumped up, and drew out his saber.

"Let the horse come here, you useless beast," he sneered, "I'm going to chop you into meat paste and feed those night sabers... just in case they won't be interested in your meat!" Brox struck with an ax... If he had been struck by this ax, Valothen would have been split in two.But the captain of the guard was also agile and quickly dodged.The orc's ax struck the hard ground, leaving a deep hole more than a yard long. Dodging the axe, Varothen charged forward with another stride, stabbing the orc fiercely.The sword passed Brox's left shoulder, leaving a red mark.Regardless of the pain in his body, Brox raised his weapon and struck another axe. He saw Malfurion commanding the unridden nightsaber to charge towards the fel guard who was attacking him.The demon guard took a few steps back, wondering if he wanted to kill Varothen's mount.When he was hesitating, the huge nightsaber threw the fully armored warrior to the ground, tearing his throat open with one claw. Brox wanted to find Illidan, but he was too busy dealing with Varothen to be distracted.He wished Malfurion would be more careful with his brother.Illidan just needed a spell, and they were finished. While thinking about it, the captain of the Valocen guard stabbed Brooks' injured shoulder with another sword, and the orc screamed in pain. Varosen grinned and said: "The first rule of the battlefield is not to be half-hearted..." In response, the orc swung the ax in a terrifying arc, and if the captain of the guard hadn't dodged it in time, he would have been decapitated long ago. "The second law," Brox said in a deep voice, "only a fool would talk too much on the battlefield." Suddenly, he felt a tingling pain all over his body.Brox's movements slowed down, and each movement became extremely heavy, as if the air around him froze. it's magic... As the orc veteran had feared, Malfurion was not paying heed to Illidan.The blood relationship made the druids a little hesitant, but if they hesitated for a moment, their previous efforts would be wasted.