Chapter 38 Section thirty-eight

"Malfurion—" the priestess began. He immediately covered her mouth with his hand: "Keep your voice down, Tyrande. Where is Illidan?" She suddenly opened her eyes and looked back: "It's by the lake." Druid cursed secretly, and ran past her.Illidan must have known that the ground around him was collapsing.How could he be so crazy? Malfurion nearly bumped into his brother as he scrambled through a pile of tower ruins.Illidan struggled to keep his feet, watching him through the sockets of his hooded eyes. "Brother...you came at the right time..."

"Illidan! The Well of Eternity is completely out of control—" Illidan nodded: "Yes! There are too many spells cast on it. The magic we cast, especially the blow you gave it with the demon soul, overwhelmed it! The Well of Eternity is devouring itself, So is the surrounding land." He turned to look at the dark water again. "It's spectacular, don't you think?" "It wouldn't be spectacular if we got involved too! Why don't you run for your life?" Illidan wiped his hands.Only then did Malfurion see the light of power gleaming in his hand.He also noticed that Illidan's hands were wet.

"What have you done to the Well of Eternity, Illidan?" Just then, the ground shook violently, knocking both night elves to their knees.Illidan shouted: "If you have a way to get out of here, we should go now! I tried to use magic to transfer Tyrande and myself to other places, but the Well of Eternity is too unstable now." "This way!" Malfurion grabbed Illidan's arm and pulled his brother back to the dragon.Tyrande was already sitting on Ysera's back.She pulled Illidan up, and then pulled Malfurion up. Suddenly, a huge figure hovered over their heads.The druid instinctively thought it was another terrifying demon, but soon realized that it was none other than Krasus and Alexstrasza.

"Devil's Soul!" cried the dragon mage, "is it still on you?" Malfurion patted his waist pocket.He pocketed the disk before Ysera hit the ground. Krasus nodded in relief: "Then let's go! We have to fly as fast as possible, the farther the better! The air here is full of danger!" Malfurion knew that the wizard knew more than he did, and he clung to the scale.At this moment, a gap was suddenly opened in the gravel where Ysera was standing, and the green dragon immediately flew into the sky. "Azshaline is about to..." cried the magician, "this is just the beginning!"

The two giant dragons flapped their wings desperately, and they seemed to be subjected to great resistance, as if they were flying in asphalt.Malfurion looked back to see that the sky over the Well of Eternity had disappeared.A huge funnel-shaped cloud enveloped everything together.It seems that everything has fulfilled Illidan's words.The Well of Eternity has been torn apart under the onslaught of demon magic, the magic of the Old Gods, and the magic of the guardian elves themselves. Will he and his friends save the world, or destroy it? At this time, there was a deafening rumbling sound in his ears, and the druid was scared to death.He covered his ears with his hands, not daring to hear those voices any more.

"Look!" Tyrande put her mouth next to his ear and shouted loudly, "That city!" Together they looked... and saw that Azshaline's ground had split in two.A huge canyon several miles deep emerged.The whole city began to slide towards the Well of Eternity. "The suction power... is getting more... huge!" Ysera roared. The Well of Eternity is pulling the nearby ground toward its deep hole, as if to swallow all of Kalimdor.Azshaline was floating on the black water now, and the island bobbed up and down like other wrecks on the water.Ironically, the elves' palace still stands, almost intact, though the tower to which the Highborne fled after the destruction of their original chambers is somewhat crumbling.

As Azshaline approached the center of the vortex, ominous lightning flashed frequently around the city.Unlike most of the things that break away from Kalimdor, Azshaline made a beeline for the center of the lake.Malfurion felt Tyrande's grip tighten, it hurt him. "It's gone..." she murmured, "It's gone..." Azshara's handmaidens screamed frantically around her.Vashki gripped her leg tightly.The queen held an empty wine glass, unwilling to believe what had happened.She is Azshara, the Light of Lights, the supreme ruler of her people!She doesn't allow this to happen!

Sargeras will not come.Although Azshara did not say this to her followers, she knew it very well.She didn't want them to know that she realized she was wrong.That mob ultimately kept Sargeras from Kalimdor...to her. The rumble all around grew louder.The palace was shrouded in darkness, which even the night elves could not see through.The only light in the palace comes from the berserk power of the Well of Eternity.The dark water of the lake began to pour into the palace, washing away her two maids at once.The maid let out a shrill cry, and quickly disappeared into the lake. I am Azshara!She muttered silently in her heart, her expression still grim.The Empress casts a spell, and a magical shield suddenly appears around her and the living handmaidens beside her.My wish is supreme!

She used her magic to keep the lake out, but the pressure on the magic shield was increasing.Azshara's brows were tightened, and beads of sweat had already oozed from her forehead. This was the first time in her life that she was sweating. At this time... a voice whispered to her in the darkness, promising to help her escape. We...have a way...to make you stronger...stronger than ever...we can help you...we can help you... The queen is not stupid at all.She knew her shield wouldn't last long.Before long, the lake will swallow her and her followers, and Azshara's glory will be lost from this world forever.

The silver-haired night elf nodded. "Ah!" The wine glass fell from her hand.There was a sharp pain in her body.She felt her limbs contort and tangle together.She also felt that her back had turned into liquid, as if it had suddenly melted... You will be stronger than ever... the voices kept promising.It was those three voices.When the time is right, in order to repay what we have given you...you have to listen to us... The last vestige of her magic shield was gone.Azshara screamed as she was submerged in the lake.She also heard the cries of others from the depths of the lake...her handmaidens, the guards, and the other Highborne still serving her.

The lake immediately filled her lungs... But...she didn't drown. Krasus also saw that the huge city, the symbol of night elf civilization, was sucked into the center of the huge vortex.He couldn't help shaking, not only because of the scene of destruction in front of him, but also because he knew his future.The dragon mage would have liked to see Azshaline fall apart before she sank, but that's how this part of history happened.The city will sink to the depths of the lake... Centuries later, new horrors begin to breed. There's nothing he can do about it now.Krasus turned his eyes away from the Well of Eternity, and the disaster quickly spread in all directions.Large swaths of Kalimdor are still being dragged into the lake, and the horror remains undiminished.The land for miles beyond Azshaline was completely gone.The only good thing is that the Burning Legion scared the life out of Kalimdor early on.Now all that remains of the land is the scorched earth and the bones of the slain elves...but if the catastrophe continues like this, Krasus wonders if there will be anything left. But everything is inevitable!he advised himself.History shows that this must happen! But he knows very well that time has leaked too much information... In a large sense, he is responsible. Krasus can only pray... Rhonin thanked God that he saw no signs of life until he reached the peloton.Two dragons and a weary mage alone are unlikely to save anyone near the Well of Eternity.He only saw a group of Highborne desperately rushing to the main army.Fortunately, when Rhonin and the dragon met them, they were not far from the main force. The dragon flew down beside them, and after a brief conversation with the Highborne, they learned a startling truth.The leader of the Highborne - Dath'Remar Sunstrider told them about the escape with Tyrande.When talking about losing her, Dath'Remar's voice was clearly frustrated, and Rhonin felt that Malfurion had found her, and he immediately told Dath'Remar that she had escaped successfully.He couldn't guarantee that Tyrande was still alive, but he believed that once Malfurion reunited with her, he would definitely keep her safe. Rhonin and the dragon guided the Highborne back to the main army, stopping any conflict that might erupt between the two sides along the way.Huanglong was responsible for protecting the safety of these highborne, while Luo Ning rushed to find Jarod. They found Commander Jarod riding a nightsaber, anxiously awaiting news.When Rhonin knew that the night elves and their allies were ready to go, he felt relieved and smiled. Riding on the back of the red dragon, Ronin quickly greeted Garald, and then said: "We want the troops to set off immediately! Head to Mount Hyjal at full speed! The portal has been destroyed, but the surrounding area around the Well of Eternity The magic threw it into utter chaos! It devoured itself and everything around it!" "Oh my god..." Garald was taken aback, but the sense of responsibility in his heart quickly calmed him down.He summoned a herald: "Notify the troops to go in the opposite direction!" Garrod called two more heralds and said loudly: "Send orders to the officers and nobles of each unit! Rush to the sea as fast as possible!" Galshan! Non-stop in the middle! Help those in need in time, but no one can hesitate, and no one can be left behind! Go for it!" "We'll keep watch for you in the sky," said the mage. "So... what about those who are elsewhere?" Luo Ning said with a serious expression: "The Burning Legion has cleared away all obstacles for us. I believe that the survivors must be far away from the Well of Eternity. We are the most powerful resistance force." "We can only pray that those people are safe." "Let's pray for ourselves too." Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound in the distance, which attracted the attention of the two.The mage and the commander both looked in the direction of the sound... and saw a mass of blackness on the horizon. "Let everyone go, Jarod! Hurry up!" A few minutes later, the large army was marching towards Mount Hyjal, but in Rhonin's view, the march was not fast enough.Every time he looked behind him, the darkness seemed to expand a lot.Rhonin swallowed nervously, knowing what was happening, wondering if Krasus and the others had died in the disaster. It didn't take long for all the night elves and the others to realize that they were in danger.It was impossible to keep them from knowing about it, and Rhonin and Jarod had no intention of doing so.The most important thing is to keep the marching team in order, and Jarod Shadowsong proved himself capable of this with his actions.The dragons also helped to manage the team, flying to the low altitude from time to time to guide the panicked stragglers back to the main force. Luo Ning kept looking behind him, looking for Krasus and the others, but saw nothing.The darkness still moved swiftly forward, and the ominous rumbling grew louder and louder. The darkness is about to catch up with us!The mage looked ahead at Mount Hyjal, which seemed close but still far away. Is it safe to make it to Mount Hyjal?Krasus believed he would be safe, and history as Rhonin knew it was written that way...but too much had changed. Vereesa... I've tried my best... The darkness is getting closer.The ground a few miles away behind him had been torn apart, and was sucked into the lake water immediately, and the loud noise kept pounding Ronin's brain.On the ground, many people started screaming and running desperately... Still no sign of Krasus or the others. Mountains were uprooted.Large tracts of land split open in the turbulent vortex, and then disappeared in the center of the vortex.Condescending, Krasus saw that the land where the elves lived disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye. Fortunately, after the war, no one lived on it.No power can withstand the devastating impact of the Well of Eternity.The bloodshed of the Burning Legion is nothing in comparison... no... that doesn't compare to what's happening right now. The silhouette of Mount Hyjal looms on the horizon.From high above, the wizard saw the large army moving towards Mount Hyjal.If accurate, they may have just fled to safety. If there were survivors of the war elsewhere, there was nothing Krasus could do to help.He could only thank God that nothing of value remained in this area after the demons swept it away. Although everything has now happened as recorded in history, he still hopes that this devastating disaster will end immediately.They have demon souls, which are very important, and— He suddenly felt a sense of danger around him.Krasus quickly turned his head to look behind him. A huge black tentacle protruded from the vast lake... The tentacle rushed towards the unsuspecting Ysera and the three riding her. It is the ancient god!I should have expected it! "Turn around! The ancient gods are so wicked, they still think about the demon's soul! This is their last chance, otherwise they will be sealed underground again." Alexstrasza then turned around and flew backwards.Ysera had just noticed what they were doing, but before she could say it, the tentacles had grabbed her... and yanked the druid from her back. "Malfurion!" Tyrande yelled.The priestess reached out to grab him, but couldn't.He has flown far away. Illidan frowned, and extended his hand to Malfurion.His fingertips emitted red energy, turned into a claw, and quickly reached forward to grab the druid's arm.Unfortunately, as soon as the claw was extended, it suddenly disappeared, and the berserk force of the Well of Eternity destroyed the mage's magic. The black tentacles pulled him back quickly, and Malfurion was scared out of his wits.Alexstrasza flapped her wings vigorously.Krasus concentrated his mind, trying to focus his mind on Malfurion and the disk.The mage knew he had to take back the Demon Soul first.The decision was not callous: losing the Druids would be a great loss...but giving the Old Gods the Demon Soul would have been devastating.