Chapter 30 Section 30

"Demon Soul!" he yelled. "We must act fast! The portal is about to take shape!" "I'm open to your advice, mortal—but you're going to show me how to kill these annoying fellows at the same time!" Suddenly, a burst of flames erupted from the sky, instantly illuminating their surroundings.A bat is engulfed in flames and falls into the Well of Eternity.Alexstrasza flew directly above the falling bat.The druid could sense that Krasus had cast a spell that killed the bat.If time permits, their group will definitely be able to defeat Varosen's soldiers, but by then it will be too late.Even if they didn't have to deal with those bats, they had already seen that the combined forces of Ysera and Alexstrasza could not break through the protective spell around the disc.They must find another way...but where?

The dragon and the bat continued to fight.The two sides are now evenly matched, but the dragon still can't focus on Demon Soul.Shadow bats continue to infest each dragon.A red dragon had been bitten in many places, bleeding profusely from the wound, and finally fell into the lake under the joint attack of two monsters.Another yellow dragon bit through the wing of the bat that attacked her, but the monster retaliated, sinking its fangs deep into the dragon's shoulders.Rhonin and Krasus continued to cast their spells, with occasional success, and Brox deftly slashed the ax down on any enemy that came close.

Suddenly, a dark figure flew past them.Malfurion thought it was a bat, but then saw a reptilian silhouette that seemed familiar.He looked away, as if he had suddenly realized something, and then looked at the black figure in astonishment. It was a dragon...but as dark as the demonic bats they were dealing with, armored with iron. It's Deathwing... They thought they could keep Deathwing from discovering his treasure.They even thought that Deathwing would never find out where the disc was taken.Their audacity angered him.Neltharion will punish them all once he regains the disk that brought him glory.This world would be a better place if there were only flying dragons...and only flying dragons understood the world like him.

Called by the Demon Soul, Neltharion flew through the spinning Well of Eternity, uninterested in what was happening.Everything else is secondary to him, Heilong only has Yuanpan in his heart. He flew past Ysera and Alexstrasza, taking only a quick look at them.As long as he got the disk back, he could defeat them, and then he could make them his consorts.With their power, he will be stronger. The Demon Soul floated silently in the air ahead, as if patiently waiting for him to rescue it.A big smile appeared on Neltharion's extremely ugly face, as if he already knew that this day would come.The Demon Soul will return to him soon...

Suddenly, a ferocious force struck Neltharion, and the black dragon bounced back into the fighting monsters.He slammed into a bat, and the soldier riding on it uttered a scream before dying.Neltharion didn't expect that he would be attacked, and roared furiously.In order to vent his uncontrollable anger, he grabbed a petrified bat and tore it to pieces.But this didn't calm the anger in his heart, he turned his head and stared at Yuanpan fiercely, looking for the power that prevented him from regaining the treasure with high vigilance. The magic he found around Demon's Soul was intricate...and in some ways seemed familiar.Yet Neltharion could not connect those voices in his head with the voices he was hearing now.Those voices now order him to leave what he loves, but the black dragon has not yet realized that he is being used.

Neltharion shook his head, trying to get those voices out of his mind.If these voices objected to his taking back the disc, then they could no more be trusted than Alexstrasza and others.Nothing is more important than getting back the Demon Soul. The black dragon rushed towards the disc again. But as before, he was blocked back, as if he had no effect at all.The black dragon not only had to contend with those voices in his head, but also the leader of the Burning Legion.Neltharion was angry and hurt, let out a roar, quickly flew to the outer edge of the air battlefield, and finally stopped at the northernmost end of the Well of Eternity.Trying to get rid of this piercing pain, the furious dragon stared fiercely at the center of the storm-ravaged lake.

He must not be turned away again.Whatever spell his enemies had placed around Demon's Soul, he'd break through it.The disc is his... By then, all of them will have to pay for it... The Burning Legion fought desperately against the mighty might of the dragons and the elf hordes.The Doom Guard surrounded the dragons and tried to defeat them with their spears.The nathrezim and eredar cast vicious spells, but not only did they have to protect themselves from the dragons, they also struggled with the Moon Guardian's magic.Eredar wizards cannot do both at the same time.Occasionally they succeeded, but most of the time they died under the dragon's all-conquering fire.

During the whole process, Archimonde was very firm and did not hesitate.He understood that there was nothing wrong with what was going on here, as long as the power of these mortals and their allies was contained before the arrival of his master Sargeras.Archimonde knew that he and Mannoroth would be punished for not preparing Kalimdor for their master, but that was the truth.The most important thing now is to delay the time, the longer the better.If that requires more felguard and eredar blood on the battlefield, let them do it.There are more demons to come, especially after Sargeras steps into the world.

But Archimonde wasn't just watching from the sidelines.If punished, he would unleash his pent-up anger on those who caused it.The demon raised a hand and pointed at a yellow dragon hovering over the Burning Legion's right flank.The yellow dragon ferociously tore apart the demon warriors on the ground, and passed through the crowd like a burrowing animal loosening soil. Archimonde suddenly clenched his fingers together.In the distance, Huanglong's body trembled... the scales on his body began to fall off.Blood splattered everywhere.The skinned Huanglong roared in astonishment, and then fell down among the dead soldiers.Immediately, the demon warrior rushed to the defenseless huge body, and stabbed the weapon in his hand at the dragon until the dragon died.

Archimonde was not satisfied with this, and continued to look for the next prey.How he wished that Malfurion Stormrage would be among the elves.The druid had caused him much trouble in their previous encounter, but Archimonde sensed that Malfurion had flown with the others to the Well of Eternity.When Sargeras came into this world, the druid would suffer a fate far worse than what Archimonde intended for him. Still, there are plenty of people he can vent to.The big devil had a cold expression and a ulterior motive. He focused his attention on a group of people who looked like cows. I heard that they were called tauren.They may one day join the Burning Legion, but the tauren will never see that glorious day...or the end of their world...

Their victory is in sight...the victory is not far away... Jarod knew that the dragon played a key role.Without their help, the elf army would surely fall apart.The demons have encountered a force they cannot defeat.A few dragons died in battle—one most horribly—but the host kept advancing, and the host of demons resisted, broken and disorganized. Still, he was a little distraught.He knew in his heart that this defeat of the demons was not to deceive them.But he always felt that Archimonde still had tricks to use.Archimonde seems to be just obstructing the large army, he seems to be waiting for something... The night elf cursed himself for being a fool.Archimonde was of course waiting for something...or more precisely someone. His master - Sargeras. If the Archvillain still believes that the Lord of the Burning Legion is coming, it doesn't bode well for those who set off to reclaim the Demon Soul and seal the portal. Garald's confidence was shaken for a while, but his expression quickly turned cold, and he joined the battle more actively.If the guarding army is defeated, the problem cannot be his fault.His people—and the world as a whole—would surely be dead if the Grand Army stopped now.Jarod can only hope that Krasus, Malfurion and others can finally complete the task successfully. The dragon still flies through the air at high speed, either looking for enemies, or supporting the most stressful places in the large army.To the commander's right, dwarves swung axes, cutting their way through the demoralized felguard.A furbolg was punching the hellbeast's head. Everything looked promising, Jarod thought.Then he saw a group of tauren brandishing weapons, fighting a bloody path through the enemy ranks.They were accompanied by some priestesses of Elune, and Jarod saw that his sister Maiev was at the head of the procession.He was not surprised to see her at the head of the line.Although he was very worried about her safety, he would not drag her away from the battlefield.He knew that Maiev wanted to prove her strength to the other priestesses, in order to attract their attention and choose her as the high priest.It's debatable whether such ambitions would be sanctioned by the Moon Goddess, but that's what Maiev is. Jarod rode a night saber and stabbed to death a blue-faced fang-toothed demon. This was the third mount he had changed today.After battling many enemies, his armor is in tatters.There were at least seven or eight wounds on his body, but fortunately, none of the wounds were life-threatening or caused excessive blood loss.Jarod could take a break after the war...or after his death.