Chapter 15 Section fifteen

Even though they are far apart, Ronin can still feel the power around everyone. They represent the natural power of this world. They are the first batch of creatures created by the Creator, and they shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting nature from harm. "Jarrod Shadowsong..." the mage managed to squeeze out a sentence, "Let me introduce you to the demigods of Kalimdor...all of them." "We are at your command," Cenarius said respectfully, before dropping to his knees on the ground in front of him.Everyone else behind him struck respectful poses in their own way.

The new leader of the elf army swallowed hard and was speechless. Ronin turned his head and glanced behind him.All the elf soldiers, tauren, furbolgs, and dwarves watched this spectacular scene with awe.Most now realize that the demigods who joined them have lived long enough to be powerful...and they now see Jarod as someone they should obey in battle. Cenarius stood up and looked at the night elf gently: "We are waiting for your order." The avant-garde captain straightened his body and replied: "You are very welcome, master. I am very grateful for your efforts. We have a chance to survive, an excellent chance."

The king of the forest nodded, looking at the guard army behind Jarod.A determined expression appeared on Cenarius' bearded face: "Yes. You are right, Lord Shadowsong...we still have a chance..." The unconscious Malfurion body jerked violently, every inch of skin on his body seemed to be in pain.The excruciating pain in his body was enough to plunge him into endless darkness, but the sense of urgency prompted him to live.Slowly, Druid began to recover his hearing, but he was surprised to find that the surroundings were completely dead. He opened his eyes, and what greeted him was the soft shadows of the night, and for the first time he was glad that what he saw was not the blinding glare of the day.Malfurion endured the pain, propped himself up, sat up, and then looked around his surroundings.

He gasped suddenly. Not far away, Cleostrasz was lying motionless on the ground, half of his body covered in a big hole, which was obviously left after he hit the ground. "He—he's alive..." said a disheveled fellow in a voice that sounded like a ghost in a grave, "I—I promise you." "Crassus?" The magician stumbled towards him, looking much haggard and paler. "Oh... I didn't expect to meet you here." Malfurion took Krasus by the arm, led him to a rock, and helped him sit down. "What the hell happened? Why are you here?" Krasus took a deep breath and began to describe his experience of playing hide-and-seek with the black dragon to buy time for Malfurion and the orc.When Krasus was speaking, he seemed to have recovered most of his physical strength. In Malfurion's view, it was the magician's profound skills that allowed him to recover so quickly.

Malfurion suddenly remembered that the wizard had mentioned another of their comrades in arms. "Brox!" he cried, looking around sharply, "he—" "The orc is still alive. It looks like his hide and head are stronger than a dragon's. When I woke up, he came to me. He is now out to find food and water. Our food is hitting the ground. Destroyed." Krasus shook his head at this point, and then added, "We would like to thank Cleostrasz, without him we would surely die. He did everything in his power to protect us, even at the cost of his own life. "The mage said the last few words sonorously.

"Do I need to heal him like last time?" "No need... Last time you used the power of the vibrant nature. Here, you may have to consume a lot of your own energy. He will understand. There are other ways." Krasus didn't say much. What way, he said instead, "Now let me tell you how we reunited: after I escaped from the pursuit of the black dragon by chance, I was exhausted, and when I was lying on the ground recovering my strength, Kleost Raz found me. He had killed one of Deathwing's sentries earlier, then worried that our plan to steal the disk might have gone awry, and his instincts turned out to be correct."

Crassus rode the red dragon, and they took a detour to avoid encountering Deathwing and his sentries. When Krasus spotted the demon soul's magic traces, the two followed closely.Unfortunately, when they found Malfurion and the orcs, the people sent by the palace had captured them and taken the disc. "Is your brother with them, Malfurion?" Druid hung his head. "Yes. He... I don't know what to say to you, Krasus." "Illidan is affected by their evil spirit," the mage said frankly, "you should understand, don't forget this." His tone seemed to indicate that he knew Malfurion's brother better, but Crassus Si didn't say much.

"What do we do now? Are we going to find the Demon Soul?" "We must find the disc...but now, you must first tell me exactly what happened before I came here." Malfurion nodded, and described in detail how the enemy captured him and Brox, then took the evil disk, and the difficult journey that followed.Every time Illidan was mentioned, Malfurion choked up, almost unable to speak. Krasus listened intently, his expression serious, even when Malfurion was eloquently explaining why they were using the Demon Soul.The wizard did not speak until Malfurion had finished speaking.

"It's all more vicious than I thought..." he whispered, as if talking to himself, "they've been planning it for a long time...but...but, there may be hope..." "Is there hope?" Malfurion saw little hope in what he had told Krasus. "Yes..." Krasus said, standing up.He rested his chin in his hands, thinking more deeply, "As long as we can make them listen to us." "Who are they?" "A guardian dragon." Malfurion was skeptical: "But we can't do it at all! They shut themselves up and don't even want to see you! Maybe if Cleostrasz is awake now, we still have-"

"Yes," the magician interrupted suddenly, "in a way it may be that Cleostrasz can help us bring them together...for I know the Lord of Life." Malfurion had no idea what he was talking about, but the druid was used to it.If Krasus had an idea, Malfurion would do his best to help him realize it. At this time, the stones on the ground in the distance creaked, and it was Brox who came back.But unfortunately, the orcs returned empty-handed. "No creek...not even a puddle. No food...not even a shadow of an insect." The orc warrior said despondently, "I found nothing, master."

"You have done your best, Brox. Although it is far away from Deathwing's territory, this is still a barren land, and there is almost no grass." Hearing him mention the new name of the black dragon, Malfurion tensed up involuntarily: "Do you think he will catch up?" "It would be weird if he didn't come after him. We have to take action before he comes." Krasus said, looking back at Kleusstrasz's motionless body, "but fortunately, Varothen was in too much of a hurry with Demon Soul, or we would have been reduced to ashes. Kryostrasz will recover slowly, I know, but now we have to get it with the others Contact. This is your job, night elf." "I?" Krasus narrowed his eyes, and for the first time Malfurion saw how reptilian his eyes were. "Yes. You are going to the Emerald Dream again. You must find its mistress—Ysera." "But after the dragon was chased away by Demon's Soul, we tried it once, and she didn't respond." "But this time you must ask her to tell Alexstrasz that Cleostrasz is dying." With a look of fear on his face, Malfurion looked at the huge body, Krasus immediately shook his head: "He will not die! Believe me... I am more afraid of such a thing than anyone else. As long as Just tell Ysera, and she will definitely tell the Lord of Life." "You want me to lie to the Mistress of the Emerald Dream?" "We have no choice." After thinking about it, Druid realized that what his comrade-in-arms said made a lot of sense.He only needs to announce such important news, and it will definitely attract the attention of the giant guardian dragon.They must have thought Malfurion would not be so foolish as to trade a lie for their wrath. Now there's just one question: what happens if the dragon turns out he's lying? But Malfurion didn't have time to think about it, he believed in Krasus' judgment. "Leave it to me." "I'll be by your side. Brooks, you're going to keep us both safe." The orc bowed and said, "It is my honor, Master." Just like in the past, Malfurion sat cross-legged on the ground, excluding external interference and all distracting thoughts, and then worked hard to eliminate the pain in his body.As the pain gradually disappeared, he focused his thoughts on the mysterious dream.