Chapter 36 Section thirty-six

Illidan!Malfurion's thoughts immediately rushed to his brother, as if hitting him on the body.He felt the dark forces controlling Illidan dissipate.His little brother was gasping for breath... I will not be tempted by those powers again, Illidan assured him after a moment. Although he was a little dubious, Malfurion could no longer control that much.There is not much time left.It's hard to believe that the demon boss hasn't passed through the portal yet.Although the Old Gods have been repulsed, Malfurion believes that Sargeras still has a chance to enter the mortal world if the portal remains open.

What fate befell Kalimdor in that case!Malfurion immediately cast the final spell.Whatever the consequences, it was nothing compared to the devil walking in. There was a sudden deathly silence in the air, as if the whole world had become silent.The wind died down, and even the churning Well of Eternity no longer made any sound. At this moment... a roar resounded through the Well of Eternity, Azshaline, and even the entire continent of Kalimdor.A hurricane suddenly surged behind Malfurion, but fortunately Ysera escaped in time.The wind was blowing as violently as any hurricane the druid had seen before.The other dragons didn't pay attention, and were blown into the air by the wind. Unexpectedly, they then regained their balance, as if the wind suddenly disappeared.

The Doomguard and their ilk were not spared.These winged demons can't help but fly around in the air, and they can't do anything about the terrible hurricane.Several demons slammed into each other, their skulls were cracked, their limbs were broken, and many demons died like this.But in the strong wind, their bodies did not fall downward, but whirled rapidly above the lake, as if performing some kind of scary dance. The wind speed suddenly increased ten times, then a hundred times, but to the giant dragons, this violent hurricane was like a breeze, not terrible.As for their enemies, the situation is different, they are already in disarray.Thousands of doomguards whirled in the air...the last of them were sucked inexorably into the portal.

Those demons who survived wailed loudly, screamed, and gnashed their teeth in pain, but they were as powerless as dust in a storm.Ferocious warriors fell straight into the portal from all sides, while their kinsmen waited in another world to cross into Kalimdor. "It works!" cried Illidan, with a triumphant smile on his face. "It worked!" Malfurion could not relax, for he felt a force resisting his spell.Whether those who resisted him were the leader of the Burning Legion or the Old Gods, he could not tell.The druid knows only that if he makes a mistake, all his efforts will be in vain, and the world in which he lives will go with it.

The weird hurricane continued to grow, sucking all the demons in the sky towards the vortex in the center of the Well of Eternity.In the blink of an eye, the demons in the air had been cleaned up, but the strength of the strong wind did not decrease at all. Malfurion, whose body was in the same place, was surprised to find that the group of demons gathered around him, his brother, and Tyrande all slowed down and looked panic-stricken.Tall demon guards and fierce hell beasts grabbed the ground one after another.A ferocious hellfire had struggled to take two steps towards the three of them before, but at this time even the giant demon stopped.

First, a hell beast flew into the air, its limbs and tail violently swung, whimpering, and then disappeared over the Well of Eternity. Another hell beast flew away, and several huge demon warriors also flew into the sky.At this moment, the dam opened a big hole, and dozens of demons poured into the air in an instant.They floated incessantly above the black water, and Malfurion found their bodies gradually turning liquid until they were no longer visible. He suddenly felt dizzy, and the night elf was about to lose control of the magic.Azshaline disappeared from his sight.Malfurion jerked to the side, seeing that Illidan was no longer with him either.He could still feel the spiritual connection between himself and his brother, but it was very weak.

Druid continued to concentrate.He felt the natural force of the whole world filling his body.Big trees, green grass, rocks, various animals... All creatures sacrificed part of their bodies to give him the power he needed.Malfurion was vaguely aware that what he had to do was far beyond the craft Cenarius had taught him, far beyond anything he had ever done before.Illidan's mana is also still mixed with his mana, increasing his power. He suddenly yelled, as if thousands of needles had pierced his brain.There was no doubt that Sargeras had attacked him.The power of the demon leader filled him, trying to destroy him from within the druid.

Malfurion tensed his body, trying to relieve the pain in his body.Kalimdor is still giving him power and supporting him with all his might.The world entrusted its fate and future to Malfurion.He now has to guard the entire world, and the burden on his shoulders is heavier than that of Cenarius, Malorne, and even the guardian dragon.He alone carried the whole burden. Single-handedly... against the Burning Legion and the Old Gods. "Work faster, useless guy!" Mannoroth snarled at the mages and demons, "work harder!" A Highborne suddenly fell to the ground.Like everyone else, he was skinny and boned.The once luxurious and luxurious robes were like brightly colored shrouds on him.He couldn't stop coughing, and suddenly found a huge black shadow covering him, but it was too late.

"Lord Mannoroth! Please, I just wanted to—" The demon grabbed his head with one hand and crushed it fiercely, scattering the bright red brains all over the floor.Mannoroth swung the dead mage from side to side, trying to scare the rest of the huddled night elves and wizards. "Work for me!" Although already skinny and tired, the mages could only work harder to cast their magic.Even so, Mannoroth couldn't be satisfied.He threw the horrible corpse aside and came to the magic matrix.For the magic to work, he couldn't do without him. Just as he pushed the elves in front of him aside, he suddenly had a strange feeling.Mannoroth began to move sluggishly, and he looked over to one of the eredar to see that the same thing had happened to the wizard.The night elves didn't seem to be greatly affected, but their movements were getting slower and slower.

"What happened--what?" he said to himself. Mannoroth thumped his tail against the floor, trying to get back into the magic matrix.Just when he raised his big blood-soaked hand, his eyes suddenly widened.His scaly fur was now transparent.The demon can clearly see the muscles and bones in his body, which are no longer real. "Impossible!" the winged troll's voice rumbled, "Impossible!" The wall of the tower facing the Well of Eternity suddenly collapsed and flew into the air. A huge force tugged the demons on the ground.The demons closest to the jagged gap almost flew together with the huge stones to the sky above the black lake, and disappeared into the distance in a blink of an eye.Demon warriors in heavy armor were swept into the air like feathers.

The magic matrix has fallen apart.Although the remaining night elves were very afraid of Mannoroth, they fled in droves when disaster struck.Eredar's body had reached its limit, and he also wanted to escape with the mages, but he couldn't escape bad luck. Like the demon guard, he was also swept into the violent hurricane.With howling, the eredar wizard disappeared into the black hole in the middle of the lake. In the end Mannoroth was left alone.With the help of his prodigious strength and bulk, Mannoroth fought the hurricane to stay on the ground.Mannoroth's ferocious eyes scanned the collapsed magic matrix, and then walked towards the center.The remaining magic in the matrix, combined with his own mana, was enough to create a magical shield for him to escape the attack. Every step was very difficult, and Mannoroth just walked forward.A thick tree-trunk leg stepped into the Matrix, followed by another.His wings flapped desperately, giving him momentum to move forward.The demon's third leg also stepped in... A smug smile flashed across Mannoroth's face, and the fourth leg was also retracted. He raised his claws aloft, summoning the power of the magic matrix around him.Despite barely being able to move his arms, the burly demon managed to do so. At this time, a circle of green flames formed around his body.The huge suction in the wind suddenly disappeared.Mannoroth turned to face the collapsed wall, laughing wildly.The Cyclone might be fine with lesser demons, but he's Mannoroth!Mannoroth the Flayer!Mannoroth the Destroyer!Ordained by Sargeras— At this moment, the flames of the magic shield floated towards the collapsed wall... The demon watched in horror as the magic shield was sucked away. As he turned to turn his back on the wall, the hurricane flew towards him.Mannoroth was surprised to find that he was immediately pulled off the ground and flew backwards.The troll slammed down on the collapsing boulder, and he let out a roar that sent more huge stones from the wall rolling outside. Mannoroth held on to a glimmer of hope, clutching the ground desperately.But his thick fingers and clumsy claws were under too much pressure.His nails even left a deep scratch in the stone.In the end he was pulled into the air. Mannoroth kept roaring and was dragged to the sky above the Well of Eternity. Blood trickled down Jarod Shadowsong's face.He knew his left arm was broken, but he didn't know if any vital organs were damaged.His breathing was a bit rough, but at this moment, at least he could still stand on the ground...although it was still very difficult. Struggling to raise the sword in his hand, Jarod once again faced his enemy. Archimonde didn't look tired at all.Garald didn't leave any marks on the big devil's body, he didn't even touch a hair, but he was attacked continuously by the big devil. Moreover, Jarod knew in his heart that the tall demon opposite was just teasing him.Archimonde could have killed the weak The opponent tried thousands of times, but he wanted to kill the night elf slowly and cruelly.But Jarod knew that it would not be long before Archimonde delivered his final fatal blow. Jarod has a strong willpower, and he is always ready for more attacks. There are only two of them on this battlefield, and the troops of both sides are far away, watching them from the side.The demon soldiers gloated as their commander beat up the night elf, occasionally cheering for Archimonde.Garrod's men were very sympathetic to Garrod.Maybe they still wondered how they could see him as hope. Suddenly, a strong wind blew and dust was flying in the air.Jarod half-closed his eyes, trying not to get the sand in them.Archimonde's pace of progress has also slowed down a lot, and his expression is still cold.Jarod thought that the black troll must be thinking of a better way to attack his opponent. Even if the time of death was imminent, the night elf was determined to die standing up, at least showing the appearance of a decisive battle.Jarod clenched the sword in both hands, shouted, and rushed towards Archimonde. Through the dust all over the sky, he saw a smile on the face of the big devil, and he didn't take him seriously at all.However, when Garald approached, the devil's smile suddenly disappeared. What surprised Garald, who was eager to kill the enemy, was that Archimonde's body suddenly became stiff. The wind howled, nearly knocking Jarod down.The night elf gritted his teeth and thrust his sword sharply into his opponent's stomach.He can only get the opponent's abdomen, and the thin sword may pierce this part, but the possibility is very slim.Perhaps before he touched Archimonde, the devil had already crushed him into powder... Dust and tears blurred Jarod's vision, and the demon in front of him almost turned into a ghost.Archimonde held out a hand to him, and the night elf readied himself for a spell from his foe that would melt his body or reduce his bones to oil. The spell did not appear.Archimonde shrunk his body slightly and took a step back without protecting his chest. Jarod thrust forward, ready to fail.He believed that there would only be two outcomes in the end: his sword would break when it hit Archimonde, or it would miss altogether. He was surprised to find that he stabbed the opponent's body, and what surprised him even more was that the sword penetrated deeply into the troll's belly.In addition, what is puzzling is that the opponent did not launch any counterattack, as if Archimonde had really turned into a ghost.Jarod pushed the sword forward, waiting for death to come. But... Archimonde suddenly flew backwards, as if he had been hit hard.As expected, instead of falling to the ground, he flew into the sky.The demon commander waved his limbs and suddenly rose into the sky, and Jarod realized that it was the hurricane that swept Archimonde into the air. Archimonde rushed into the sky quickly, and his calm expression was gone.His face was distorted and deformed, becoming extremely ugly.The demon let out a roar of rage... then disappeared over the horizon. Before the weary officer realized he had survived the disproportionate struggle, a gale swept across the Legion.The group of demons opened their teeth and claws, trying to stay in place, but they were swept into the air by the wind like dust.The hideous hell beast either rolled back, or jumped forward, and then was sucked into the air, flying in the direction where Archimonde flew away.The Felguard was taken to the sky, and even though many demons stood face to face with the Guardian warriors, not a single night elf, tauren, or other creature of Kalimdor suffered this fate. The hellfire that fell from the sky suddenly changed its direction and flew towards the center of the lake like the commander.One of the infernals was only inches from the ground, but it didn't hit the ground and was sucked into the air. Puzzlingly, the dragon was barely affected by the gale.After making some minor adjustments, they regained their balance in the air and landed firmly on the ground.They also saw the destruction of the Burning Legion. The air was full of writhing demons. They howled wildly and struggled to get back to the ground, but to no avail.The elf soldiers on the ground stared dumbfounded, and the weapons in their hands had already dropped.The demons that threatened their land and world were swept away before their very eyes, and even the corpses of long-dead demons flew into the air, making the sky even more spectacular. "This is nothing short of a miracle!" cried someone behind Jarod.Jarod looked back and saw several soldiers who had been abandoned by Archimonde approaching.Many were still looking at the sky, but a few looked at Jarod as if to say that he was to blame for this stunning reversal.