Chapter 19 Section 16

"Do you know what devoured us?" Brooks shrugged again: "It's a wizard's spell, a bad spell, that sent us far from home." "Further than you might think." Considering Brox's right to know the truth, and not caring what Krasus would think, Ronin decided to tell him what happened anyway. To the mage's surprise, Brox seemed to accept his story with readiness.It was only when Rhonin thought about the history of the orcs that he realized why.Orcs had traveled through time and space from another world, and a spell that could send a person back in time was no more effective than that.

"Can we go back, human mage?" "I have no idea." "Look, the demon is already here, and so is the Burning Legion." "This is the first time they want to invade our world. Except for Dalaran, most people don't know that period of history at all." Brooks tightened his grip on the axe. "We can fight them!" "No! We can't!" Ronin explained Krasus' reasoning. But while Brooks quickly accepted it all, he had drawn a line from the past.The situation is not complicated for the orcs.There is a danger that the enemy will kill everyone in their path.Only cowardly and stupid people would let something like this happen, Brox said more than once.

"We can change history by interfering," the mage insisted, though he still agreed with the orc in his heart. Brooks snorted, "Go ahead." His simple words avoided the argument between Luo Ning and him.The mage has started the fight, and has made a choice. But is it the right choice?It has been admonished in the past, but to what extent? They walked in silence.Ronin is battling his inner demons while Brox watches the demons outside warily.They don't know where it ends.Ronin's attention was focused on the swamp, and he tried to bring himself and Brox back there.Then he thought of the Hellbeast, and what the Hellbeast had done to him.

The trees became thicker and eventually became a forest.Rhonin cursed silently, the direction he chose seemed to be a mistake.Brox didn't comment, just hacked away with his enchanted ax what was in his way.The ax seems to be very easy to chop anything.The mage just hoped that someday his companions wouldn't use it to hack him.Even if the blade of the ax touches the bone, it will not stop for a moment. The moon disappeared, and the leaves on the surrounding trees completely obscured the sky.The road has come to an end.After a few minutes of futile struggle, the two of them decided to turn back.The orc still didn't say anything about Ronin's choice this time.But when they looked back, they found that the way they came had disappeared.Giant trees stood where the road used to be.And the bushes around the trunk further prove that this is clearly the wrong direction.However, both the orc and the mage looked at the tree in disbelief.

"We came through there. I knew it was." "I agree." Brooks raised his ax and walked towards the mysterious tree, "So we have to go back the same way." Suddenly his ax was caught in the tree.Reluctantly, Brox let go of the ax, gripping the handle tightly as he was sucked into the air.His legs dangled in the air, trying to use his own weight to break free from the tree's attachment. Ronin ran over, trying to grab the orc's foot, but failed.Looking at the tall orc, he began to mutter words. Something knocked him from behind, and the mage staggered forward, and would have slammed into a tree ahead if the tree hadn't ducked in time.Ronin threw himself heavily on the ground.However, he didn't fall on the rough ground, or on the tangled roots of a tree, but on something soft.

is a human body. Ronin gasped for breath, thinking he had touched the victim who had died at the hands of the ferocious tree.But when he got up, he saw his face by a ray of moonlight shining through the canopy. Malfurion... The night elf suddenly cried out.As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the mage. "you--" Further back, Brooks yelled something.Both humans and night elves looked there quickly.Rhonin raised his hand to strike, but Malfurion caught him by the wrist, which surprised him. "No!" The dark-skinned figure sat up and quickly searched the forest.He nodded, and shouted, "Brox, don't fight them! They don't mean to hurt you!"

"No harm?" growled the orc. "They want my ax!" "You must do as I tell you! They will protect you!" The warrior let out a reluctant growl.Rhonin looked to Malfurion for an explanation, but there was no explanation.Instead, the night elf released the mage's wrist, and made him stand.Malfurion dragged Rhonin behind, and walked calmly to where Brox was fighting. They found the orcs surrounded by unfriendly-looking trees.Some branches wrapped around the orc's head, and around his axe.The orc struggled to breathe, but his body was tightly entangled.He looked at his companion for a while, and his weapon for a while, and he didn't seem to know whether he should ask for his weapon back.

"I can hear your voice." He snorted, "You better not talk nonsense." "I really didn't talk nonsense." As the mage and the warrior looked at each other, Malfurion walked up to the tallest tree and said, "I thank my brother in the jungle and the watcher in the field. I know you will protect me until my friend finds me. I. They didn't mean to hurt you. He They just don't get it. " The leaves rustled, but Rhonin didn't feel the wind. The night elf nodded and continued, "We won't bother you anymore." There was a louder rustling of leaves, and then the twigs around Brox's ax began to loosen, and the ax slid to the ground.

The trees let the axes fall softly.The orc suddenly took a step forward.He grasped the handle of the ax with a strong hand.Instead of swinging his weapon at the trees, however, he knelt before them, blade down. "I beg your forgiveness." The towering canopy shook again.Malfurion put a hand on the orc's generous back: "They accept." "Can you really talk to them?" Ronin finally asked. "a little bit." "Then ask them, where are we?" "I've asked, it's not really how far we are from where we came from, but whether it's far enough. Actually, we're both lucky and unlucky."

"Why is this happening?" The night elf smiled sadly and said, "We're only a short distance away from home." This is excellent news for mages, but not good news for night elves.Nor did it seem to be the case for Brox, who was cursing something in his own language. "What is it? What do you two know?" "I was caught not far from here, Mage." The burly warrior roared, "It's nearby." When Rhonin thought about his own arrest, he could see why Brox was so disturbed. "I'm going to get everyone out of here. I know what to do this time."

Malfurion raised his hand in protest. "We've had our luck once, but now, you risk being discovered by the Moon Guard. They're capable of taking your spell away. In fact—later—they Maybe I felt it last time." "So what do you think should be done?" "Since we are not far from my house now, we should make good use of it. There are many others there who can help us. My brother and Tyrande." Brooks took his advice. "Priest...she will help us." His tone dropped. "Your twin brother... will too." Rhonin was still worried about Krasus.But he didn't know how to find his teacher, and he mainly relied on the night elves.Led by Malfurion, the three marched forward.The way through the jungle was now much easier than the arduous treks that men and orcs had endured before.The surrounding scenery also leaped forward, making Malfurion's journey more comfortable.Rhonin knew a little bit about druids, and this was the first time he saw Malfurion as a member of druids. "Demigod Cenarius, he taught you how to talk to trees and cast spells, didn't he?" "Yes. I seem to be the first night elf to really know the trees. My brother prefers the power of the well to the means of communicating with the trees." At the mention of the well, a sense of longing and hunger came over Ronin, and he suppressed it.The well his companion mentioned could only be the Well of Eternity, the fabled source of power.Are they so close to the well?Is this the reason why his spell power has been magnified? To master such power... without hesitation... "We can't go any further," Malfurion said after a moment. "I recognize the old knotted tree." The "old" tree he was referring to was a crumpled tree that looked dwarfed, at least to Ronin.However, something else attracted the mage's attention.He asked, "Did I hear the sound of running water?" The night elf sounded more excited, saying, "It's running around my house, just a few more minutes—" But before he finished speaking, the jungle was already full of armored figures.Brox roared, his ax at the ready.Rhonin had the spell ready, and he was sure the same guys were attacking again—they had captured Krasus and himself first. As for Malfurion, he seemed very confused by the sudden assailant.He raised a hand toward them, but hesitated. Malfurion's hesitation then caused Rhonin to hesitate, which obviously delayed the opportunity of the battle.Red energy immediately covered their respective bodies.Ronin felt his muscles freeze and his strength dwindle.He couldn't move, and there was nothing he could do but watch. "Well done, young man," said a commander's voice. "This is exactly the orc we're looking for, and those who helped him escape!" Someone echoed his words, but the voice was too low for Rhonin to make out.A troop of cavalry and two men in emerald-studded garments entered the circle of soldiers.Leading the way is a night elf with a beard that looks like their head.Beside him is— Ronin widened his eyes, facing the current situation, this was the only reaction he could make.But that didn't express his astonishment.When he saw the man next to the Commander—despite the different attire and the hair sticking up in the back—there was no doubt that the sullen face was too similar to Malfurion's. Mannoroth was pleased with Harveys, much to his delight. "That's good, then?" the night elf asked the celestial commander.Everything is going according to plan.Mannoroth nodded his heavy head, mouth full of fangs.His wings were stretched and folded contentedly. "Yes, very well. Sargeras will be very pleased." Sargeras.The Celestial Commander speaks the Creator's true name.Harveys' eyes sparkled as if he had tasted the name.Sargeras. "Once the spell is set, we will act upon the entrance. First come our troops. Then, when all is ready, my master..." Then came Haka, and he fell on one knee before Mannoroth. "Yuan, forgive me, I have to interrupt you, I, one of my hounds is back." "only one?" "Okay, it seems like this, like this." "Then what news did you get from it?" Mannoroth asked. "They found the two guys with different smells mentioned by Harveys, the night elf lord, and found a night elf with them! But during the capture process, they strongly resisted." For the first time Mannoroth showed some uneasiness.Harveys noted his reaction carefully.He wondered what was bothering him. "Won't--" Haka quickly shook his head and said, "I don't think so. Maybe they just tested their strength, or there may be more powerful forces behind them." The two men had said something important, but it was something the counselor had no way of joining.He ventured to interrupt them, saying, "What did the last guy look like, is there a picture?" "Yes, there is." Haka held out a hand, palm up. On his palm, a small living picture suddenly appeared.It jitters a lot and gets blurry at times, but it still shows a little bit of what the last figure looks like. "Yes, I saw it through the eyes of the hell beast. A guy who is as tall as a demon guard." Harveys frowned: "The legend is true, and the king of the forest is also true." "You know the creature?" Mannoroth asked. "Ancient myths speak of the king of the forest, Cenarius the demigod. He is said to be a child of the Moon Goddess..." "Is there nothing else?" The mouth full of fangs wrinkled, and said with a smile, "We will deal with him." He then ordered to Haka: "Look at the others." The Dog King took a quick snapshot, revealing a green-skinned warrior, a young night elf, and a strangely dressed figure with flaming hair. "What a strange combination," Harveys said. Mannoroth nodded.He said: "This warrior is very loyal. I just need more subordinates like him. Everyone should learn from him and learn from his potential." "Such a beast? Of course not! He's stranger than a dwarf!" Mannoroth the Wing didn't argue, but insisted on seeing the trio. "That spun-cone creature has watchful eyes. He's a magical creature, I think. Almost like a night elf—" he interrupted Harvey's new protest, "but no." He let Haka turned off the image.While he was wondering what on earth he was seeing in the image, a huge reptile was moving across the room. "You can send, send more land and hell beasts to find them." Dog King suggested. "But there must be a demon guard following behind. In this way, the prey will be caught." "Catch?" Both the counselor and the dog king repeated these words. The deep eyes are gradually shrinking: "We must study them carefully, their weaknesses and strengths, just in case." "Can demon guards be spread everywhere?" "There will be more and more of them. Lord of the Night Elves, are your Highborne ready?" Harveys, who was staring at the wizard, lowered his head and said, "They are ready to do whatever it takes to realize our glorious dream and make the world purer." "The world will be cleaned up, Lord of the night elves, you can rest assured." Mannoroth looked at Hakkar and said, "I entrust you with the hunting task, Dog King. Don't fail again." Haka bowed and retreated. "Now, Lord of the Night Elves," the tall Mannoroth continued, turning his gaze away, "let us begin to construct the future of your people." The way he looks when he's happy.He said: "I promise you a future that they can never imagine..." Deathwing soars across mountains and rivers, breathing fire everywhere.There were screams all around Krasus, but he could find no one to call for help.Trapped in his little magician's body, he scurried across the burning ground like a field mouse, trying in vain to escape trouble.He needs to help those who are dying. Suddenly a black shadow covered the place where he was running, and a thunderous voice mocked, "Okay, okay! What is this little piece of?" Claws twice the size of the magician hovered around Krasus, harassing him.Claw dragged him into the air without much effort... leading him to meet the vicious Deathwing. "Why, only a little bit of old dragon meat! Cleostrasz! You have been in the minority for too long! Even their weakness has passed on to you!" Krasus tried to cast a spell, but nothing came out of his mouth except a few bats.With one breath, Deathwing sucked the bat relentlessly into his searing stomach.