Chapter 39 Section thirty-ninth

Frenzied magic beat Krasus and his queen madly.The spell he was about to cast still failed.Tentacles of evil pulled Malfurion toward the center of the Well of Eternity. Just then... Krasus had prayed that what happened would save the night elf, and the magician thought it would never happen.The Well of Eternity finally stopped churning.It no longer devours Kalimdor, but only itself.Krasus saw the great black body of water begin to flow back, so fast that even the Old Gods could not do anything.The storm around the lake was also sucked in.Alexstrasza flapped his wings violently, almost being sucked in along with the lake water.

The dark water of the lake kept receding, pouring into the black hole in the middle of the lake.The Old God wanted to take back the black tentacles quickly, but before it could go back... the last lake water was also swallowed into the black hole. The black tentacles disappeared instantly.Crassus suddenly felt the evil power of the Old God disappear. Flapping his limbs violently, the druid freed himself from the tentacles, only to face new dangers.The vast space left in the ground after the devastation of the Well of Eternity was suddenly covered by the waters of Kalimdor.Thousand-foot waves slammed together, and thousands of tons of sea water rushed towards the middle of the continent.

Krasus gazed in awe at the sight before him, the sea followed by the sky and the earth. Although surprised by what he saw, he did not forget Malfurion and the Demon Soul.With the last of the Well of Eternity's berserk energy gone, Krasus can cast his magic at will... Before he could cast the spell, a huge yellow dragon appeared from nowhere, its body shining brightly in the dark sky. "Nozdormu!" cried the magician. The Time Aspect swooped down and caught Malfurion.He roared quickly at Alexstrasza and Ysera, but his golden eyes were fixed on Krasus alone. "The time is just right..." Nozdormu said rumblingly.With that he flew past them, clutching Malfurion and Disc in his giant claws, and headed for Mount Hyjal.

The other dragons also turned sideways and flew away.Krasus watched Nozdormu fly through the air as if nothing had happened in this world. The wizard finally shook his head, breathing easily for the first time since going back in time. The mood of the large group of survivors is not so relaxed. They realize that the danger has passed, but they also know that the world has completely changed.Many people stared blankly at the newly emerging sea.The sea has calmed down and waves are starting to lap gently against the devastated shoreline. Many family members have left them.The pain of bereavement can wear off over the ensuing weeks, months, and even years.The person who understood this feeling best was Jarod Shadowsong.In spite of his great fright, he had always displayed confidence in the presence of his fellow men.Even many nobles came to him when they wanted someone to comfort them.From among the nobles who seemed calmer, he appointed some commanders (such as Black Forest) to understand the people's situation and meet the needs of the officers and soldiers as much as possible.

Mount Hyjal became a gathering place for people because it had never experienced war and disease.Jarod had flags planted all over the hill as a sign of a new beginning. The tauren and other races untouched by Kalimdor's devastating effects came to the night elves' aid.All races have suffered, but none have had their homeland as utterly devastated as the night elves.Jarod graciously accepted the tauren's offer of help, and was glad to see that the other night elves were not prejudiced against the aliens' help.How long this sentiment can last depends on what kind of future the refugees will have.They will never see their beautiful and proud city again, the huge tree house and beautiful scenery are far away from them.In fact, most people do not even have shelter, and tents are in short supply.Jarod gave his own tent to orphans who lost their parents in the disaster.

Unfortunately, destabilizing factors soon emerged.With the Well of Eternity gone, the other night elves no longer fear the Highborne as they once did.The refugees started whispering to each other, and the more the Highborne were seen in public, the more people talked about it. "The intensification of your internal conflicts will eventually lead to war," Krasus said earnestly, "You must nip this sign in the bud now." "There will always be someone who will never forget the damage those Highborne have done to us." Jarod turned his gaze to the newly emerging ocean.Beneath the sea lies the ruins of his home city, Suramar. "will never."

Crassus walked up to him with a pale face: "If you still want your people to live, Jarod Shadowsong, you must put your past behind you now!" Jarod plucked up his courage and summoned the nobles and other high-ranking generals in the army.He also summoned Dath'Remar Sunstrider and some highborne Highborne.The two sides came to him and gathered under the banner that Lord Ravencrest had used. The new banner has not been produced yet, and Jarod will use this banner for a while.Krasus also mentioned this suggestion, for both knew that the late nobleman was famous and respected by nobles and highborne alike.

"We're here to protest," Dark Forest grumbled, glaring at the robed Highborne.His metal armored hand rested on the pommel of his sword. "I can't bear to have such a group of people around me..." Dath'Remar sniffed contemptuously, but said nothing.His opinions on the nobles are already very clear. "Haven't you learned from this incident?" Jarod snapped, pointing to the sea, and said, "Isn't the sea enough to eliminate the hatred between you? Do you still want the tragedy to happen again?" staged?" "They are willing to be the accomplices of the devil!" Another nobleman said suddenly.

"We admit we have been wrong before," Dath'Remar replied defiantly, "but we are trying to mend our ways. Haven't you ever wondered why it took so long for the portal to take shape? We were Under the nose of the demon leader, risking his life to prevent it! We tried to rescue the priestesses under Elune, and many people died in the battle with the Burning Legion!" "It's not enough!" "Can I say a few words?" Some of Elune's followers also joined in the debate, with Tyrande Whisperwind and Jarod's sister leading the charge.Maiev was silent before the High Priest of Tyrande, which Jarod understood.Tyrande had a special aura, which quickly calmed his agitated heart.

Everyone present got down on one knee, and Tyrande frowned awkwardly and waved them up.Garrod nodded slightly, and said, "Of course, we are willing to listen to Goddess of the Moon at any time." Tyrande nodded gratefully, then looked at the opposing sides: "The changes that have taken place in our world are irreversible. We cannot go back to the past." Her expression became serious. "We're in an era of old and new. I can't say what the future will look like, but it's likely to be very different from what we were before." There was a low voice of discussion among the nobles and high elves, and what the high priest said just now reached their hearts.

"We survived this war with difficulty, but if we can't be united, we may die in civil strife. Before you hate each other, think about my words..." After speaking, Tyrande turned and walked away.Maiev looked at her younger brother with trusting eyes. As her sister followed Tyrande away, Jarod saw Shandris Feathermoon standing behind her the entire time.The new priest smiled brightly at him before leaving.The presence of nobles and mages made him feel more uncomfortable, but it also made him feel a lot easier. Black Forest cleared his throat, and Jarod came back to his senses, and immediately began to deal with the matter at hand: "You have heard the voice of the Moon Goddess, and I agree with her point of view very much. What do you think?" Just as the Black Forest was about to open its mouth, Dath'Rema said first: "We respect the words of the high priest very much, and we will try our best to make up for our past sins...if our honorable companions can give us this opportunity." The noble leader snorted, and continued: "We will do our best. If the Highborne see their mistakes, we welcome them back, and welcome them to rebuild their homeland with us." There was a hint of hostility between the two of them when they spoke, but this was already the best result Jarod hoped for.The two sides will clash again in the future, but perhaps no one will forget his people again. "I thank you for being here and I'm glad you've reached a settlement. Let's now consider how we can make the most of the miracle that has kept us alive." Several voices came from both camps at the same time, and each voice made some suggestions, and they all insisted that their own suggestions were the best.Jarod frowned, then looked for the best advice. A suggestion suddenly reminded him of something. "Water!" he yelled.He suddenly remembered a situation reported to him by a scout.There is a lake at the top of Mount Hyjal, and they should go there for a field trip.He decided to go there himself, so that he could get rid of the troubles of trivial matters for a while and relax. "Lord of the Dark Forest! I want three of you. I want to go on a short trip..." Then he turned to Dath'Remar, "You have three in your party..." As the two drafted from their respective teams, Jarod took pride in how he did it.This trip is also a good opportunity for both parties to work together.It was harmless and very low-key, but the importance of the water would make it popular among his people.If the nobles and mages work together to make the findings public, others will understand that cooperation between the two parties is still possible. Jarod wanted to laugh, but held back it.Maybe he's finally learned the art of leadership... "Malfurion..." The Druid, who was looking at the sea, turned his head in shock: "Master Krasus." The magician frowned. "Everyone is equal, don't add any titles before my name. You don't call me that anymore, I'm just Krasus." "I remember," Malfurion subconsciously took a step back. "What's the matter with you?" "I'm fine...but they are." At this time, the night elf heard the sound of flapping wings, and the surrounding area was suddenly filled with dust. Suddenly, three huge figures landed behind Krasus. It was Alexstrasza, Ysera, and Nozdormu. "Do you know why we came here?" the red female dragon whispered softly. Malfurion's hand slid to one side pocket: "You want it. You want the 'soul'." "It's the Demon Soul," Krasus corrected. "You forgot to give it to the Aspect when we landed. You must have lost your mind." "Yes... yes..." Druid said, reaching into his pocket, grabbing the disk, and rubbing his fingers.Why did he hand over the disk?He didn't have to do it.They wouldn't be where they are today if he hadn't single-handedly used it to wipe out the forces threatening Kalimdor. "Malfurion..." If they thought they were more entitled to it, why didn't he pit them against each other and see who was stronger?With his mana, and the power of the Demon Soul, he'd kill them all— Suddenly, the druid felt sick at the thought.He hastily took the damn disc out of his pocket and handed it to the magician. Krasus nodded. "I know you will make the right decision." But instead of taking the Demon Soul, he pointed to the ground and said, "Put it on the ground, please." Malfurion frowned in confusion, and did as he was told.The moment Yuanpan left his hand, he felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. "Stand aside, please." After Malfurion stepped aside, Krasus turned to look at the three dragons. "Can you do it?" "Should be fine," Nozdormu replied. The three dragons bowed their necks together, their huge heads just inches away from the Demon Soul. "We cannot combine our strengths," Alexstrasza said, "even if we combine our strengths together. But we can guarantee that Neltharion—Deathwing—will be no more powerful than we are." Use it better." "I'm right, you're good at it," Crassus replied.But Malfurion felt that Krasus, the dragon's flesh, had not given some important information to his beloved queen.The night elf didn't dare to guess what secret the magician was hiding, but Krasus's eyes often had a sad look.The magician quickly covered himself up every time the three dragons looked at him. Three giant dragons were staring at that little thing, the ordinary disc that could cause so many disasters.They stared at it intently.Demon's Soul was now surrounded by colorful power, mainly red, green and Nozdormu's yellow.At this moment, the Demon Soul lifted off the ground, rose a few inches, and hovered before the dragon's eyes.The magic power exerted by the dragons flows around the disc, making it continuously rotate. Immediately afterwards... Those energies slowly merged into the disk.First red, then green, then yellow, and then other colors floated in. Their magic is over.The Demon Soul fell again, landing on the hard ground with a clatter.The disc doesn't look like it's changed, it's still the same. "Did it work?" he asked. "Yes," Krasus looked into the druid's eyes, "Malfurion, pick it up." He didn't want to touch that thing again, but he did anyway.Strangely, Malfurion found that the idea of ​​claiming the Demon Soul for himself was no longer in his mind.This may be due to the dragon's magic, or his own will has become stronger. The magician glanced at the three dragons, and the three flying dragons nodded to him in unison.The magician then said to Malfurion respectfully, "We know a place that the black dragon doesn't. If you want, we want to show you in your brain... and then I need you to use the power Put this evil thing there."