Chapter 40 Section 40

Despite his confidence in what Krasus asked him to do, Malfurion frowned. "Can't it be done by you?" "In the old days, even with all the odds, I might have been able to hold the disk by myself. The other dragons couldn't finish it, because it was Deathwing's work. Now, the new spell makes it impossible for the black dragon or any other dragon to touch it. Demon Soul, let alone use it. That's why we asked you to do it." The druid nodded and picked up the disc: "Show it to me." Krasus and the three dragons stared at him, then entered his brain, and Malfurion couldn't help but tremble.

The scenes they created were so vivid that Malfurion thought he had been there himself.The druid was eager to get rid of the demon soul, and couldn't wait to say: "I saw it." Malfurion sent the golden disc away, feeling a lot of relief in his heart. Krasus breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you." The three dragons also nodded their thanks.Then Alexstrasza looked up to the sky and said, "Look at those white clouds...they're starting to separate..." She was right, the skies were clear for the first time since the Burning Legion came to Kalimdor.At first there were gaps in the sky in many places, and then the large, dense clouds turned into smaller, thinner clouds.The breeze then tore the clouds into soft flakes and scattered them in the sky.

Hope for new life surged in Malfurion... not just his own life, but the life of the land.He believes that Kalimdor will continue to exist. At this moment, he felt a warm feeling on his forehead, which was very pleasant.He reached out and touched the top of his head, and found that his antlers had grown a lot.The main stem of the antlers has sprouted small shoots. Although Ysera's eyes were closed, they moved quickly under her eyelids. She straightened her body, and then turned to face the other two dragons. "The world will eventually return to normal, but we still have a lot to do. We should go back to other people..."

Nozdormu nodded: "That's right." Malfurion was about to thank the dragons for their efforts... but he hesitated for a long time, because he suddenly felt uneasy.He looked around, as if looking for someone.After looking around, Druid understood who he was anxious to find, but he didn't know why he was looking for him. Where did Illidan go? Rhonin looked at the sea and thought of all the people he had seen died at the hands of the Burning Legion, including his time and this period.Many people have had a profound influence on him, if not his friends, at least they have influenced his life.

He knew that Krasus must have felt the same way, perhaps more than he, for the dragon mage had lived a long time, and generations of his lovers and companions had left him.The mage knew his one-time mentor well enough to know that Krasus had not lost his grief over the centuries.No matter how hard Krasus tried to control the death of someone, he was bound to be deeply grieved. Now, they have lost another friend.Rhonin never thought he'd be sad for an orc, but he was now.Brox is a tough fighter and a noble companion.Rhonin did not understand the significance of the orc sacrifice until later.Brox jumped down and walked through the portal. He knew that there was terrible doom waiting for him, but he didn't hesitate.The orc knew Malfurion needed time, and he bought the druid time.

Rhonin knelt by the sea, and in his view, the sea was a gift to Brox.Without the sacrifice of the orcs, this sea would not exist.Sargeras would most likely step through the portal right away and kill everyone. Is Brooks bringing history back to its original track, or is he part of that history?Ronin couldn't figure it out.Perhaps Nozdormu knew all about it, but the Time Dragon would tell no one.He hadn't spoken of his own painful experiences yet, only involving the Old Gods. Ronin stood up, looking at the bits and pieces that kept drifting towards the shore.The tide brought many things, mostly fragments of plants, but also garbage from the night elf kingdom.Pieces of clothing, remains of furniture, rotting food, and, of course, many dead bodies.Thankfully, though, there aren't many dead bodies, and no one lives here.Jarod sent a group of men to patrol the coast, and when they saw a dead body, they would hold a simple but decent funeral.It's just a courtesy, but it's also a matter of safety.Dead bodies may bring disease and pose a great threat to refugees.

At this time, something on the surface of the sea floated close to the mage, bobbed up and down twice on the surface of the water, and then sank underwater.Luo Ning ignored it at first, but he suddenly had a strange feeling.That thing has traces of magic. Ronin stepped into the water and bent over. It's Brox's tomahawk! That's right, his battle axe.Rhonin had seen orcs wielding this weapon countless times.Despite its size, this double-edged battle ax is extremely smooth to hold, and feels as light as a goose feather.The tomahawk didn't even get wet. "This is incredible," he murmured, looking suspiciously out to sea.

There were no ghosts flying out of the bottom of the sea.The mage looked down at the axe, looked up at the sea, and looked back at the axe. After a while, Luo Ning looked up in the direction of the disappearing portal.A picture emerged in his mind: Brox stood guard at the portal, struggling to kill the demons, yelling for more demons to come over. The mage jerked his ax high above his head, remembering how the orcs of his day saluted fallen heroes.Rhonin swung the tomahawk three times over his head, then let it fall. "They will sing carols to you," he murmured, remembering what Brox had said to him and Krasus. "Your carols will be passed down from generation to generation. I promise you."

Rhonin put the battle ax on his shoulder and turned to look for Krasus. Illidan jumped off his mount, carefully surveying the dense forest around him with his hooded eye sockets.Even if an enemy appeared, he believed that he could handle it.The Well of Eternity may be gone forever, but he has learned a lot from Ronin and the Burning Legion to more than make up for the loss. The mage tied his mount to a tree.Jarod Shadowsong and the other generals are busy negotiating mundane matters such as food and shelter.Illidan was glad he didn't have to worry about these trivial matters.He came here with a more important purpose than anything else.

He intends to salvage the source of the night elves' vitality. If the elves don't believe that the demons will come again in the future, then in Illidan's view, they are too naive.Having tasted Kalimdor once, the Burning Legion cannot wait to strike again.Next time, they will attack in a more horrific way, he has no doubts about it. Illidan intends to plan ahead and prepare for the next attack of the devil. There is a clear and pure lake on the highest peak of Mount Hyjal. Neither elves nor demons noticed its existence, and this lake escaped disaster.There is an idyllic green island in the middle of the lake.Illidan first discovered the lake, and he thought it was God's will.He wanted to find such a lake.

He touched his waist pocket.To Illidan, the precious items contained in the bag seemed to call him.Their lure convinces the mage that he has made the right decision.His people would kneel before him in gratitude and worship him as a hero, greater even than Malfurion. Malfurion...his brother was respected by all, as if he alone saved the world.There are very few people who agree with Illidan, but most people don't understand what he is going to do.Rumors had spread about him, that he was serious about joining the demon army, that his brother had saved his fallen soul.No one appreciated Illidan's efforts.To others, his eyes—the "beautiful" eyes—were evidence of his pact with the leader of the Burning Legion. His immaculate brother spoke well of him in public, but it only made Malfurion appear more magnanimous.The picky night elves didn't feel any disgust at the pair of antlers protruding from their brother's forehead, and thought it was a sign of divinity, as if Malfurion had joined the demigods... Those demigods were unbearable in the war With one blow, many were killed on the battlefield, but Illidan survived, and he lived very well. But everything will change, he said to himself, which he had said more than once.They'll see what I do... be thankful to me. The mage opened his pocket hopefully and pulled out a vial.The bottle was identical to the one Tyrande had seen him use.In fact, not only the bottles are the same, but also the contents inside. The Well of Eternity is gone, but Illidan Stormrage retains some of its waters. This will do the trick!I believe it will be a success!He felt the amazing power of the lake water in the bottle. The cork, shaped like Queen Azshara, danced for him again, then popped open.The cork fell to the grass, and Illidan stretched the bottle over the lake. He poured the water from the bottle into the lake. Where the water in the bottle came into contact with the lake water shimmered, and then the calm blue lake water shone brightly for a while.This bright light quickly spread around, and the surroundings of the island lit up.Moments later, the lake was a dazzling sky blue, apparently by magic. To Illidan's keen senses, the sight before him was even more spectacular.He wants to recreate the Well of Eternity, which is fascinating in itself. But... these lakes are far from enough. He reached into his pocket and took out another vial. This time the mage directly tore off the cork and poured all the water in the bottle into the lake.As the water was poured in, the blue color of the lake became more intense.Tentacles of raw energy appeared on the surface of the lake, and Illidan felt a wonderful light appear again after the Well of Eternity. He opened his mouth in surprise.He really wanted to jump into the lake, but he resisted the urge.His hand slid to his pocket again. Pour in a bottle of water, what effect will it have? He uncorked the bottle and started pouring it into the lake. "For the sake of the Moon Goddess, what are you doing there?" Illidan was so engrossed in the matter at hand that he didn't even notice anyone approaching.He turned sharply, the last bottle still in his hand, and some men appeared before him on their mounts, Commander Jarod Shadowsong among them. "Captain..." Illidan cried out. A Highborne glanced behind Illidan. "He's tampered with the lake! It—" the wizard looked suddenly horrified, "it feels like the Well of Eternity—" "May Elune bless us!" roared a nobleman beside Jarod. "He brought that thing back from the dead!" The commander jumped off his mount. "Illidan Stormrage! Stop it! If it wasn't for your brother, I would have—" "My brother..." Suddenly there was an unruly and violent force in the air, and the magical lake around Illidan made him even stronger.Magic surged through him again.He can do anything now "It's my brother again..." The others dismounted from their mounts one after another and followed Jarod Shadowsong.Their wary looks made Illidan's nerves tense.They wanted to cut him off from the lake!He stared at the Highborne, thinking they must want to keep it for themselves... "Can't……" A nobleman hesitated. "For Elune's sake! What eyes are there under that hood?" Illidan glared at the Highborne angrily. Dath'Remar quickly put his hands in the air in self-defense. "Be careful--" The other mages suddenly burst into flames around them.The crowd screamed. Jarod and the nobles rushed towards him.Illidan sneered at their meager threat and waved his hand. The ground beneath their feet immediately exploded.Jarod was jolted back.The leading nobleman - Black Forest flew high, and finally landed on a tree with a loud click. "You fools! You—" Suddenly, his feet sank into the ground.He looked down and saw a few branches wrapping his body, clamping his legs together, and tightly binding his arms to his sides.Illidan tried to speak, but his mouth was full of leaves, sticking to his tongue.Illidan couldn't even concentrate his thoughts, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears, as if his ears were full of insects. Illidan gasped heavily, kneeling on the ground suddenly.Through the buzzing, he vaguely felt someone walking towards him.He knew who that man was... "Oh, Illidan..." Malfurion's voice came clearly to his ears. "Illidan... why are you doing this?" The druid looked at the lake, whose dazzling blue color indicated it had been tainted.The lake water is no longer drinkable.Like the Well of Eternity before it, it is now a source of power for the elves, rather than a source of life. "Oh, Illidan..." he repeated, staring at his bound brother. "Dath'Remar is alive," Tyrande said, kneeling beside the Highborne leader. "There is one alive, but the others are dead." She was trembling. "They were burned alive..." Malfurion had only wanted to come with Krasus and the other dragons, but like the druids, Tyrande had a vague sense that Illidan was up to something.With several priestesses under her command, she followed the dragon on her mount, but she was still a step too late. Malfurion was also late. "The Lord of the Black Forest is dead. There is still hope for the others," another priestess said. "My...brother is alive," Maiev managed to squeeze out a sentence.She and Shandris surrounded the unconscious Jarod.He had bruises all over his face and scars on his arms.With the prayers of the priestess, several wounds on his body began to heal, leaving several spots of dried blood.