Chapter 35 Section thirty-fifth

Ysera flew sideways, dodging wave after wave of attacks, but Malfurion knew she couldn't keep protecting them like this.Although he and Illidan repeatedly tried to attack the portal with the demon soul, it was always in vain. Suddenly, he understood.Malfurion looked at his brother's bagged eye sockets and said, "We were all wrong! We are now using discs to enhance our magic!" "Of course!" Illidan snapped.In an instant, the scene in front of them returned to Azshalin, and Illidan pierced the belly of a demon guard with a sword. "Otherwise, how else can you use the disk?"

The scene flashes back to the demon-filled sky above the Well of Eternity.The druid looked at the evil that Deathwing had created.He reluctantly suggested, "Devil's Soul is still part of the magic here! Instead of borrowing the disc's power, we should give it power! We're going to blend into the disc, not use it like a sword and battle-axe!" " Illidan was about to open his mouth to argue, but immediately shut up.He felt that his brother was right. The sight before Malfurion's eyes was Azshaline again.He suddenly felt that another force appeared in this group of demons, and it was rushing towards the ruins where the two brothers and Tyrande were in with an ulterior purpose.It emanates a familiar evil aura...and a stench.

"Watch out Sartre!" These goat-like monsters leap over the heads of other demons, these former night elves ready to cast their spells.They laughed wildly, some even bleating strangely. Just as these terrifying creatures converged on the three, Malfurion found himself back on Ysera.The non-stop shifting between two places distracted him a lot of energy, and he was worried that if he and his brother stayed in two places like this, their mana would be exhausted soon. "Come with me, Illidan! Quick!" Although he still hated his brother in his heart, Illidan did as he did without hesitation.The consciousness of the two combined, almost merging into one.Malfurion sensed his brother's half-baked plans to make himself a hero of Kalimdor, and also realized that the Old Gods who had tricked him into claiming the Disc had taken advantage of Illidan's arrogance to cast their spell Added to the magic matrix.

He had forgotten the "Old Gods", but they did not give up their efforts.Sargeras' portals still set them free.The Druids increasingly realized that to destroy the portal, they could only borrow the power of the Demon Soul. get ready!he ordered to Illidan. Malfurion called upon Kalimdor's inner energies, which he used to defeat the malevolent Varo'then.Now he must demand a greater sacrifice from them.This is far greater than the power he used to save the dragon, just as the druid had innocently saved Krasus and Cleostrasz.Claiming so much power over his cherished world, the druid might subject his homeworld to the fate the Burning Legion has plotted.

At the same time he summoned Kalimdor to give him power again, he discovered that Illidan was absorbing the power of the Well of Eternity.Once both brothers have amassed enough power, the two can fuse the two powers into one and infuse them into the Demon Soul. Both Malfurion and Illidan shuddered as they mixed their magic with that in the disc.The druid returned to Azshaline in an instant... A satyr was rushing towards Tyrande.Regardless of personal safety, the druid slashed at the horned figure with a sword made from a jagged leaf.Sartre's head split immediately, fell to the ground and rolled away—

Malfurion turned his attention back to himself on the lake.He gritted his teeth and squeezed his thoughts into the Demon Soul. He and Illidan merged with the disc.They are Demon Souls... The demons rushed towards him like a tide, trying to put him to death. "Give it to me!" Brox roared loudly, he killed the demon who was close to him, and kicked away the arm of the demon he chopped off.He had already slain many demons, and the corpses piled up beneath his feet.The gray-haired orc warrior was drenched in his own blood, but he felt a strength he hadn't felt in years. Brox fought alone, a chaotic and violent force surrounded him, and the air was filled with the madness of the Burning Legion.There seems to be no ground or sky here, just violent swirls of color and unruly energy.Had it not been for his preoccupation with his opponent, the orc would have been driven mad by now.

Behind him, the portal burst into flames, filled with evil power.The green flames danced like demons, and the Burning Legion rushed towards the flaming entrance like moths.Brox thought he would be knocked down shortly after entering the portal, but in fact he not only survived, but also prevented a large group of demons from approaching the entrance. The aged orc warrior didn't know how much longer he could last, but he hoped he could hold out until the portal was destroyed.The enchanted battle ax gives him a certain advantage, which Brox takes full advantage of.If he was exhausted and had no strength, the weapon would not be of much use.

A moving shadow to the orc's right caught his attention.Instinctively, he turned sideways to the shadow— Immediately afterwards, the orc was hit continuously by a powerful force, compared with the power of the demon army in front of him, it was nothing.One shoulder of Brooks was split, and he felt several ribs snap off and fall into his belly.A heart-piercing pain spread through his whole body. He struggled to get up, but the veteran was knocked down again.His legs were crushed and the right side of his jaw was broken.Brox tasted his own blood, a taste he was familiar with.One of his eyes was black and blue, and he couldn't open it anymore, and he still clutched the battle ax tightly in one hand.

With the last of his strength, Brox slashed forward, hoping to hit his assailant. The blade of the ax hit something with a clang, and Brox's heart was filled with hope.But then a sharp scream convinced the mortally wounded orc that he had hit a felbeast that couldn't wait to pounce on him. What a pity... At this time, a rumbling voice came from the opposite side. This voice was eerie and terrifying, roaring in his ears, without any mercy.A huge black shadow hung over the orc. It's a pity that such a superb ability is used for killing... Brox struggled to let out a roar, and struggled to sit up straight.The tomahawk flew out of his hand, spinning.

This time, he knew that he was no longer hitting the hell beast. Then there was another loud roar, and the orc's eardrums were instantly shattered.Through the one eye that was still open, Brox saw a huge body with horns on his head, covered with a black armor, forged from molten metal, and his hair and beard were thick. , like dancing flames.The orc could not make out the giant's face, but he could feel that the demon was both perfect and terrifying. At this time, the giant raised an arm, holding a long sword with evil spirit in his hand. The upper half of the blade has been broken, and the remaining blade is jagged, but it can still be used to kill people.

Then the orc opened its mouth full of shattered teeth, and sang a dirge of death. The jagged blade pierced the orc's body with a sharp jerk, piercing his spine.Brox's body shook violently a few times, and the light in his eyes slowly dimmed.The tomahawk slipped from his limp hands. The orc let out a sigh, finally joining his departed comrades. "There are so many of them!" Ronin yelled. "We must hold on! Malfurion must be given time!" Krasus replied on Alexstrasza's back. "Can he do it?" "He's part of Kalimdor! He can do it! He has the best chance of success! Trust me!" Luo Ning didn't say anything, just nodded, and then cast a spell to send more than ten demons into hell. There were constant voices inside and outside the palace.Queen Azshara was impatient.In an effort to present Sargeras in her best self, the Light of the Light strode into the hall in one of her finest garments, followed by a gang of fel guards.The elf sentinels stood nervously at attention as she passed. "Fashqi! Ms. Vashqi!" The head maid rushed over from the opposite side in a hurry, and when he was close to him, he immediately fell prone on the ground: "Yes, master! The servant has arrived!" "You have to answer my question, Vashj! You said that everything is normal, but now the palace is in chaos. My mind is in a mess! I hope everything is back to normal, understand? Or our Sargeras What would adults think?" Vashj's face was always facing the fine marble floor, each marble reflecting Azshara's graceful profile. "I'm just a lowly servant, Light of Lights! I tried to find Mannoroth for some updates, but he ordered me to leave, threatening to skin me alive!" "It's too rough!" Azshara said, looking towards the tower where the Highborne and demons worked. "I want to see how powerful he is! Come with me, Vashj!" The queen walked all the way with a group of anxious entourage.She usually called other attendants to create some momentum, but this time she didn't do so, which showed that she was indeed a little annoyed. At the gate of the tower, two demon heads and two hell beasts blocked her way. "Stand aside! I order you!" The hellbeast whimpered, obviously trying to do as she said, but the two hideous warriors shook their heads haughtily. Azshara looked back at the demon guards who followed her, smiled at them, and then ordered: "Make these guys disappear from my sight." Without further ado, her guards stepped forward and scuffled their comrades.They have followed the queen for a long time and have been assimilated by her magic power.The two demons blocking the way were weak and quickly fell to the side, followed by the hell beast.One of her guards was killed in the scuffle, but what was the life of a guard compared to Azshara's desire? After the body was cleaned up, the Empress stepped forward.Vashj opened the door and slipped behind Azshara. There was a busy scene in the secret room.Under the watchful eye of the vicious Mannoroth, the mages worked frantically, all sweating profusely and haggard.The satyrs, eredar, and dreadlords also cast their spells desperately, and the targets of the spells were clearly beyond the palace. The mages were under a lot of pressure, but Azshara made a beeline for Mannoroth.Mannoroth, who was also sweating profusely, didn't notice her presence at first, and the empress' neglect towards him was almost intolerable. "Lord Mannoroth," she said coldly, "I am deeply disappointed by the chaos and disorder that preceded the arrival of Sargeras—" He turned to her suddenly, his toad-like face was full of shock at her recklessness: "little thing, you'd better get out of here now! I can't bear it anymore! If you dare to disturb me at this juncture, I should Tear off your head and drink your blood!" Azshara said nothing, just glared at the demon arrogantly. Mannoroth hissed, and a fleshy hand reached out to her.His meaning was clear: he no longer needed the night elf. But before he could catch her, Mannoroth hesitated suddenly.Not because he suddenly thought that Sargeras might still want the silver-haired queen to live, but because he felt a great power second only to his master and Archimonde.If he did, the demon would find it easier to kill the queen than to strangle himself. He took a step back, the queen's magic power should not be underestimated, he suddenly felt uneasy, the portal is also facing great danger now, which made him not know what to do. "For Lord Sargeras's sake," Azshara said dignifiedly, "I'll spare you... Never mind." In order to hide his uneasiness, Mannoroth quickly turned his head and looked away: "I don't have time to listen to you! The portal must be protected first..." The queen frowned: "The portal is in danger? What's going on?" Mannoroth's two rows of sallow fangs were biting together, and he said sharply: "If it weren't for the violent behavior of a few thugs! Everything will go smoothly... just don't let people disturb you!" Azshara pursed her lips, expressing displeasure at his aggressive tone, but still felt that he had a point. "Very well then, Lord Mannoroth! I'm heading home now... but I hope this matter can be resolved quickly to ensure that Sargeras comes to me. It's none of our business here, Vashj." The night elf queen left the tower gracefully.Mannoroth turned his head to watch her walk out of the gate and gradually go away, still with doubts in his eyes.Mannoroth came back to his senses suddenly, and immediately turned around to continue doing what he was doing.He will punish the rebels severely, and the portal will always remain open for the leader of the Burning Legion.He could already sense that Sargeras was near the entrance, and despite the druid and his friend stealing the black dragon's disc, the portal opened. Soon... it won't be long... Malfurion and Illidan were still battling the demons in the ruins.At the same time, the two continued to blend into the disc.Illidan wanted to unleash the full power of the disk immediately, but Malfurion stopped him in time.Even though time is precious, it has to be done with care. At last...they are ready and ready to attack. Just when he was about to cast magic, Malfurion suddenly felt a huge evil force invade his mind, and this force did not originate from Sargeras.Several voices whispered in his head, promising him everything: he would rule Kalimdor, Tyrande would be his queen, he would rule the Burning Legion, and all would bow to him.To achieve so many wishes, he only needs to make a small change in the spell he wants to cast. Desperately trying to force the voices out of his head, the Druid knew the true intentions of the man speaking to him.He resisted the pressure and finally cast the spell— The voice bewitching Malfurion had an effect on Illidan, and Illidan was a little ready to move.The druids overcame those deceptive words, but Illidan fell for them.