Chapter 18 Section fifteen

Ysera's news made matters worse.Knowing how Nozdormu behaved, Krasus figured there must be a strange and perverse reason why his servants couldn't reach him.As Krasus thought, if Nozdormu had complete control over time, he would have to summon each of his beings.With multiple Nozdormu competing for time, he didn't have a moment to come to this meeting. Crassus' hopes dwindled.Nozdormu is missing and Neltharion is mad. "Then, I agree," Alexstrasza said, responding to Ysera, "We don't have to be five to start. After the story is told, there is no rule that cannot be discussed, even if the result of the discussion cannot be implemented."

Cleostrasz lowered his head and let Krasus down.Krasus kept his alert expression and strode towards the center of the dragon.He tried not to look at the Guardians of the Earth.Alexstrasza's eyes encouraged him, letting him know what to do as a magician. "I am one of you." He said loudly, his voice was as rumbling and imposing as the dragons around him, "The empress knows my real name, but now I am only called Krasus!" "He's shouting like that, rookie," Malygos sneered at him. Krasus turned to him. "This is no time for joking, especially with you, Magic Guardian! Everything is out of balance now. A terrible mistake, reality has been completely distorted, and everything is threatened, everything!"

"It's dramatic," Neltharion said absently. Krasus tried his best not to tell the truth about the Guardian of the Earth.But still—"You'll hear my story," Krasus insisted, "and you'll hear it and understand it, for there are even more dangerous dangers approaching us. Look—" But when his first words came out, Krasus found his tongue tangled.The logical and rigorous narration was replaced by a mess of words that didn't match the preamble and the postscript. Most of the dragons at the party craned their necks in shock at his strange behavior.Krasus took a quick look at Alexstrasza for help.But her expression was as amazed as the others.

The wizard's head began to spin.The dizziness made him very distressed, and it was even difficult for him to keep his balance.Meaningless words continued to escape from his lips.But Krasus also no longer understood what he wanted to say. When Krasus's legs were bent and he was dizzy, Neltharion's death-like voice sounded in his ears. I warned you about... Darkness has fallen, and the world of the night elves has awakened.When devout elves began to pray, merchants also began to do business.Ordinary elves go about their lives, not feeling any different from usual nights.The world is their own choice - among other things, some races may think so.

But for some elves, small annoyances are invading their lives.As a result, their daily routines and concepts also have small deviations. An elderly Moon Guardian with long silver hair waving behind his back.Although he is the oldest among the wizards, his skills are still the same as before, so he still holds a high position.Casting a spell was a part of his being, like breathing, a natural thing to do without even thinking about it.A shattering sound jolted him out of his seat, nearly crushing the parchment.It turned out that a glass bottle suddenly fell to the ground.Liquor and glass were spilled on the jewel-encrusted orange carpet that the wizard had recently purchased.

The wizard hissed angrily, and snapped his fingers at the shard with heartache.Shards of glass suddenly rose into the air, and the drink coalesced itself, taking the shape of the container it had just been served in.The glass begins to form around the edge of the drink, but a second later, everything is spilled on the carpet again, worse than before. Looking at these, the old wizard snapped his fingers again with a grim expression. This time, the glass and drink moved as he wanted them to, without even the tiniest misalignment.However, the objects were a bit dilatory, taking far longer than the Moon Guardians expected.

The aged night elf turned back to his parchment, trying to refocus his attention on what was about to happen.But his eyes kept gliding to the bottle behind him and the wine in it.He pointed at the bottle again—and then, frowning, retracted his finger and turned his chair away in annoyance. Armed guards patrol the edges of each major settlement, protecting the night elves from any enemies.Ravencrest and the elves, always looking beyond the main borders of the kingdom, believed that the dwarves and other races coveted the world of the rich night elves.They never look inside—don't one of their own men threaten them?But allow each colony to maintain its own security, for the comfort of the general populace.

In Galhalla, a great city some distance from Azshaline's Well, the wizard began a nightly ritual of rearranging emeralds and crystals to demarcate its boundaries.Under mutual instigation, there was a movement between the crystals, as if resisting the attack of ordinary magic.They are unused to anyone's memory, yet one finds great comfort in their presence. Although there are hundreds of crystals, arranging them is not particularly troublesome.All the power comes directly from the Well of Eternity, so the wizard doesn't need to use the stars to adjust the power line from one end to the other.In fact, at most, this requires simply twisting the upper crystal and, at the highest point, placing an obsidian.In this way, a local charmer can complete several steps in just a few minutes.

But as more than half of the crystals were placed, the crystals began to dim, or even completely darken.Witch of Galhala Although the masters are not as proficient in magic as the moon guards, they also know very well that what is happening now should not happen.They immediately began double-checking the alignment, but found nothing wrong. "They're not draining the magic well from the Well of Eternity," asserted a young spellcaster, "something is trying to cut them off energetically!" But as soon as he had said this, the crystals resumed their normal activity.His older companions stared blankly at him, wanting to take back the harsh comments they had made about him.

Night elf life goes on... "Miss...failed!" Haka roared.He nearly lashed the whip at the Highborne who was closest to him, but pulled it back.He looked at Harveys, his eyes darkened: "We have failed." The hell beast barked ominously beside the dog king, responding to its master's anger. Harveys couldn't be happier either.He had seen much of the work done by the Highborne and Hakkar in vain.However, he and the dog king still saw the value of the queen. It's just that there is not enough knowledge and strength to fulfill it. With the help of the Highborne, another group of demon guards entered the real territory without hindrance.However, these numbers are still too small.This is not helpful for welcoming the arrival of important people. "What can we do?" the night elf asked.

For the first time, he saw uncertainty on the dog king's strange face.The huge warrior turned his aggressive gaze towards the entrance.There, others among the Highborne, once worked to make it stronger. "We have to ask him." Harveys was silent, but before his men could take a step, he took a step forward and fell to his knees at the entrance.He will not shy away from responsibility for failure, not from his master. However, before Harvey's knee touched the ground, a voice rang in his head. Has the entrance been reinforced? "No, my lord, the progress of the work is not as smooth as we hoped." For a split second, the hint nearly overwhelmed the night elf with the threat of anger, but the feeling soon passed.Having determined the image of the Creator, Hawes waited for the Creator's next words. What are you looking for, say. Harveys explained the idea of ​​cutting off the Well of Eternity from everything but the Palace, and failure brought that idea to mind again.He bowed his head, looking very low before some force.It made the combined power of all the night elves seem as harmless as a bug. I've thought about this.The Creator finally answered that the first man I sent did not fulfill his duty... Behind Harveys, the dog king made a sound almost dejected. Another one will be delegated to you, and you must make sure that this entry is ready for him. "Another one, my lord?" I'm sending you one of my own now... one of my commanders.He'll think about what needs to be passed...and fast. The sound gradually faded away.He shook a few times, and the sudden departure of the voice made him dizzy, as if someone had cut off one of his arms.Another Highborne helped him, holding his foot. Harveys looked at Haka, who didn't seem happy at all, despite the most wonderful news the counselor had heard. "He's sending us one of his commanders! Do you know which one?" The dog king put away his whip anxiously.Beside him, two hell beasts curled up: "Yes, I know which one it is, my night elf master." "We must be ready! He will come when he says!" Although troubled, Xaka followed Harveys.Harveys installed him among the Highborne.Combining knowledge and skill, the two men did their best to keep the portal open for a long time. The fireball was getting bigger and bigger, and sparks of various colors flew out from time to time.It began to contract, and then almost like breathing, the entrance widened, and this physical change was accompanied by a savage roar. Harveys' face was already dripping with sweat, but he didn't care at all.The glory of what he sought gave him strength.Even more than Dog King, he throws himself into spell-making.These spells are not just able to be mastered, but extended to the point where it needs to be. The entrance was gradually enlarged, almost touching the ceiling.Suddenly, a huge black shadow squeezed in from it, which looked extremely terrifying.But for Harveys, it was too wonderful.He couldn't help but cry out to thank the Creator.Now here stood a celestial commander, and Hakkar was worthless in front of him. "Elune save us!" one of the other wizards gasped.He jerked around and nearly ruined the entrance.Harveys could barely hold the controls, and he kept pushing to keep them in place until everyone else came to life. A gigantic hand with four fingers that could nearly grasp the counselor's head now stretched forward, pointing one finger at the absent-minded spellcaster.A voice, part roar, part volcanic rumble, uttered a - but indistinct word. The night elf fell to the ground and cried out.His body was crumpled like a wet cloth being wrung out.Accompanied by the staccato cry was a strange short sound of procession.Most of the other Highborne looked there immediately , and Hakar's hell beast whimpered. A terrible sight erupted from the black flames, surrounding the unfortunate wizard left behind.The flames devoured him like a wolf, and soon all that was left of the wizards was a few ashes on the floor, proof that they had been here. "There will be no more failures," said a thunderous voice. If the dog king and the demon guards can't surprise Harvey enough, then only God can make him feel awed.The monstrous figure moves forward on thick, powerful limbs, reminiscent of dragons.The huge swinging tail sweeps back and forth on the ground, this action is very similar to someone from the heaven.He has a green, flaming mane from head to tail, and broad leather wings on his back.Although the wings are very wide, Harveys still doubts whether it can support such a huge body. The skin not covered by the black armor is dark gray-green.He stood at least sixteen feet tall, fully twice the size of Harkar.Tusks from the upper jaw pierced the ceiling, and a dagger-shaped tooth was as long as a night elf's finger.The bushy eyebrows completely covered his eyes, and the eyes given by the creator were staring down at the counselor and the dog king. "You've disappointed him," said the winged commander. "I—" Haka paused in protest and looked up, "I have no excuses to say, Mannoroth." Mannoroth tilted his head slightly, looking at the dog king as if he was studying a little bit of dirt that he didn't want to see on the dish. "Yes, you didn't..." The hell beast on Haka's right suddenly whimpered loudly.The black flames had already enveloped the terrified hell beast.It rolled helplessly on the ground, trying to put out the fire that couldn't be put out at all.The flames spread on it, and then devoured it... When there was only a wisp of smoke left where the hell beast stood, Mannoroth said to the dog king again: "There will be no more failures." Harveys was terrified, but it was a fear full of wonder and glory.This is a power personified.He knows how to turn defeat into victory, and Black's eyes turned to Harveys.Mannoroth took a quick breath through his nose, then nodded: "The Creator approves of your efforts, Lord of the Night Elves." He is blessed!Harveys bent even lower: "Thank you!" "The plan will be carried out step by step. We will eliminate all possible obstacles from the rest of the kingdom. Then the arrival of the master can start well." "Then the Creator, will he come?" Mannoroth gave him a big smile, big enough to swallow the counselor: "Oh yes, Lord of the Night Elves! When the world is clean... Sargeras himself would love to come here, he would love to , would love to come." Ronin's mouth and nose were stuffed with grass. At least, he thought it was grass.Tasted like grass, though he didn't have much experience with that either.The smell reminded him of the smell of fields and more peaceful times—the time with Vereesa. He sat up hard.As night fell, the moon shone brightly.He lay in a sparsely forested area.Rhonin strained his ears to listen, but he didn't hear any voices from the civilized world.His sudden immersion in another age terrified him, but the mage quickly remembered what had just happened.He had sent himself here with a spell, and he was desperately trying to evade the demons that sucked his magic - and his life was drained in the process. But if it was in the same era, where is he now?The surroundings gave no hint that he could be miles away or on the other side of the world. In the latter case, would he still be able to return to Kalimdor?He hoped that Krasus was still somewhere, alive.The master thought that only with the help of the former teachers could they return home. Rhonin hesitated, trying to decide which direction to go.In any case, he must at least know where. In the forest, a sound behind him made him turn around.Hands are also always ready to cast a spell. A hulking figure appeared. "Relax, Mage! Only I, Brox, are here!" Ronin put down his hands warily.The huge orc lumbered forward, still clutching the ax Malfurion and the demigod had designed for him. Thinking of the night elves, Rhonin looked around and asked, "Are you alone?" "Before I saw you, I was the only one. Make a lot of noises, you. Your movements are really loud." The mage looked past the orc, ignoring his sneer: "I was thinking of Malfurion. He was near me when I cast the spell. If you were dragged into the spell, he was already inside .” "There is a sound." He scratched his ugly head, "I didn't see any night elves, nor hell beasts." The mage began to tremble.Of course he hoped that when he ran away, he would not encounter those monsters again. "Think about where we might be right now?" "The woods... the forest." Rhonin was not angry at this useless answer.But he soon realized that there was no better answer. "I'm going that way," he said, pointing to what he thought was east. "Do you have a better idea?" "Can we wait until dawn? It looks clearer, and the night elves don't like the sun." Although it was important, Ronin didn't feel comfortable waiting for dawn, so he told his companions. Brox surprised him by nodding in agreement. "Better go, mage." He shrugged. "Your opinion is welcome anyway." As they set off, Ronin thought of a question he needed to ask: "Brox, how did you get here? There is no exact location, of course I know this, but how did you get here?" At first the orc kept his mouth shut, but he told the mage anyway.Luo Ning listened to him telling the story, carefully hiding his emotions.Like everyone else, the orc veteran and his hapless companions were right behind Krasus and Rhonin, only to encounter oddities later.