Chapter 21 Section 18

"This is good." "Think about it, so that he might tell you the truth." Malfurion felt very well that Ravencrest was trying to protect himself from harm.But first and foremost, the bearded commander is the guardian of the kingdom.If that costs a night elf's life or will instead If there is a price, sacrifice is still necessary. "We'll find out the truth."—that's what all wizards say.He ordered to the guard, "Stand his head straight." A heavily armed guard placed Malfurion in front of the Moon Guard.The robed Moon Guard came up and tapped the prisoner's temple with his index finger.

A wave of panic came over Malfurion, and he was sure he screamed.His mind was dizzy, and old memories resurfaced involuntarily.Every memory pierces into his heart, it feels like a claw is grabbing his soul, digging deeper... Don't move!Commanded Latusus roughly, tell your secret, it will do you good! Malfurion wanted this, but didn't know how.He thinks he's said everything that comes to his mind and tries to predict what's going to happen next.As for Azshara's duplicity, Malfurion still insisted not to say.His chances of being trusted are dwindling, and if suspicions arise—

After that, just as the incessant problems came to him, they suddenly stopped.That feeling didn't recede, it didn't subside, it just paused.Malfurion's legs cramped, and he would have fallen if the guards hadn't held him up. Gradually he became aware of a cry, partly mistrust, partly panic.The harsh sound seemed to come from an old moon guard. "It's terrible!" The others cried out, "It must not be the Queen!" "Absolutely not!" His extreme fear was finally over.Malfurion cursed his frail will.The interrogation had not yet begun, and he had already defeated himself and Cenarius' teachings.

"The Highborne! Of course it is! This is what Harveys did!" insisted another voice. "He uses evil against his own people!" said one earlier in agreement. what are they talking aboutThough Malfurion's mind was still clouded, he was sure there was something wrong with the conversation about the shouting.The speaker was too excited and the reaction was stubborn.He's just a lowly night elf, so why should his vague suspicions fuel their panic? "Let me deal with him," said a voice.Malfurion felt that the Moon Guard had handed him over to someone who was slowly pinning him to the ground.

A hand touched his cheek and lifted his face up.Through bleary eyes, Malfurion saw his brother watching him. "Why didn't you give in immediately?" Illidan murmured. "Two hours! What did you keep?" "Two—hours?" There was no response, and Illidan breathed a little easier. "Praise Elune! After you said those things about the Empress, that old bastard must have done whatever it takes to dig out everything in your head! If his spell hadn't been immediately suppressed, you might have just An empty shell is left! They can't let go of their lost brother, and they will blame you!"

"His spell suppressed?" That barely felt.Malfurion was interrogated by wizards of the highest order. "All their spells were suppressed!" Illidan insisted. "When the first spell got out of control, he tried another one, but it didn't work, and his companion tried a third spell, which still didn't work. !" Malfurion still didn't understand.His twin brother said something that sounded like both moon guards had lost their magic. "They can't cast spells anymore?" "No, I feel like I've lost my power too," he said, leaning into Malfurion's ear. "I think I still have some control, but not much left. It's as if we've been cut off from the well." !"

The commotion continued.He heard Ravencrest ask the Moon Guardians if they were still connected to their companions.One of the wizards has admitted that the frequent connection has been severed.The nobleman then asked his own men if they had any kung fu left, even if in a small way. No one gave an affirmative answer. "Beginning," Malfurion whispered thoughtlessly. "Huh?" His twin frowned. "What's that? What's there?" He looked past Illidan, remembering the violent army summoned by - those in the tower.Again he saw an absent-mindedness, an indifference to the possibility that the palace walls might be under the influence of the spell.

"I don't know," Malfurion told his brother at last, "I wish Luna would let me know, but she can't." Across Illidan, he saw the concerned faces of Brox and Rhonin.Whether they understood what he was doing or not, they all seemed to share his heightened fears. "I just know, it's started, whatever it is..." The entire kingdom of the night elves, the entire continent of Kalimdor and thousands of other species, felt the loss.Their connection to the well was severed.The power they once enjoyed to their heart's content is now gone.The vigilance grows rapidly, because it seems that someone reached out and stole the moon.Those living near the palace naturally wanted to turn to their queen for help and call on Azshara for guidance.They waited before the barred gate, and the crowd grew larger.Above, the Sentinel appears expressionless, neither opening the door nor calming the surging crowd.

It wasn't until after midnight that the elves from most parts of the city flocked here that the gate finally opened slowly.The elves are crowded forward, like a rushing flood.They were sure that Azshara would eventually come forward to answer their pleas. However, what appeared in the palace was not some queen, nor was it anything the night elf world could imagine. It was the first victim of the Burning Legion. A dizziness hit Krasus, so suddenly it nearly killed him.Just a few moments ago, he had felt a lot about his former self, which was largely due to direct contact with Cleostrasz.The dragon was leading him swiftly toward the Cenarius swamp, not very close, but the demigod would have noticed.Nozdormu showed his determination to find a night elf, which further encouraged the magician-this is why the stun came so suddenly, so that he had no defense at all, and almost fell off the dragon's neck.

Cleostrasz made some last-minute adjustments as he was about to fall, but Krasus's younger self seemed inexplicably disoriented. "Do you feel better?" the dragon growled at him. "I'm... making amends." Krasus stared at the night sky, trying to make sense of what had just happened.He searched his broken memory, and finally came up with a possible answer: "Friend, do you know the capital of the night elves?" "Aisaline? I have a vague impression of it." "Turn around and go there." "But what you're looking for—" Krasus was resolute: "Do as I say, now! We must go there now."

With a groan, his younger self moved across the sky in the direction of Azshaline.Krasus leaned forward, staring ahead, waiting for the first sign of the legendary city.He remembered—he was sure—Azshaline was the pinnacle of night elf civilization.A huge city sprawls like never before.However, the wealth of this ancient city does not attract him.What concerns Krasus is that Azshaline is said to be very close to the Well of Eternity. It was the well that drove him now, too.Although Krasus has little memory of how the Burning Legion first entered the world, he is still conscious enough to make precise assumptions.During this time, the well was power, and this power was not only sought by the demons, but also allowed them to set foot in the realms they had destroyed. Where is the direct proximity to the source of energy?That must be where the entrance to the Burning Legion is! They soared through the night sky, Cleostrazzi flying long distances in the air, racing against time.Time was passing fast now, and Krasus feared that the world would not be able to bear the passing of precious time. Finally, the dragon called out, "We'll see Azshaline soon! What do you wish to see?" Krasus actually hoped that he didn't see anything, but he didn't know how to explain to his companion: "I don't know." There was light ahead, endless light, and he frowned.Sure, the night elves use some lighting for their nighttime activities, but that's a little too much light right now.Even a city of the size of Azshalin would not be so bright. But when the two of them got closer, they saw that the light was not from torches or crystals, but from the flames burning across the night elf capital. "The city is on fire!" cried Cleostrasz. "What has turned this place into a hell?" "We must go down." Krasus said this. The red dragon descended hundreds of feet.Now, the details are clearly visible.Colorful and exquisite buildings are burning, some have collapsed.Sculpture gardens and giant tree nests have been turned into firewood. Dead bodies littered the streets. They were all brutally murdered, not even the old, the weak or the children.Many people were killed in groups, and many elves were arrested.Except for Azshaline's elves, all kinds of animals, especially those huge night sabers, were put to death, and their deaths were extremely innocent. "There's war here!" bellowed the winged dragon. "No—not war! It's planned genocide!" "The Burning Legion did it," Krasus said to himself. Cleostrasz flew towards the city center instead.Strangely, the damage to the palace was not severe, and in fact some of the walls in the center of the palace are still intact. "Do you know where this is?" Krasus asked his mount. "Barely know, but I do know that the land that adjoins the walls of the Queen's Palace belongs to the Highborne, the most revered of the night elves, and somehow charged with serving the High Authority of Azshara." "Fly around again." Cleostrasz complied.Looking closer, Krasus' suspicions were confirmed.In the great catastrophe, not a single corner of the house where the Highborne lived was knocked off, not a bit. "There is movement in the northwest! Krasus!" "Fly there! Quick!" He didn't need to hurry his companions, for Cleostrasz was as eager to find out as he was.This is not surprising at all, because they are originally a whole, they are exactly the same.Krasus now saw what the dragon's vision had noticed.A surging wave, like locusts, passed through the entire city.Cleostrasz lowered further, allowing the two of them to make out each individual. For Krasus, it was like a return to hell. The Burning Legion marched relentlessly through Azshaline, leaving no one untouched in its path.Buildings crumble before their strength.Tall and brutal felguard with their maces and shields, they hammered their way through stone walls and destroyed everything else that stood in their way.Nearby, hovering a huge winged figure with a green flaming sword, molten armor, and split feet—the Doomguard. As the dragon moved toward the front of the crowd, Krasus recognized the hound-like hellbeasts, the death squads of the Legion.They seemed to be particularly active: not only raised their noses to smell the scent vigorously, but also stretched their ominous tentacles forward desperately.Then the magician saw the captives taken by the Legion.Refugees began to gather in the city center, forming a desperate procession through the narrow streets.Behind them was a squad of heavily armed soldiers, and some in robes that Krasus believed were the legendary Moon Guards. When the two were about to meet, the moon guard in front wanted to cast a spell, but he exposed himself, and there was one more person on the list of victims.A hellbeast leaped forward, standing right in front of the wizard, and its tentacles shot out with incredible speed, latched on to the spellcaster's chest, and flung him into the air.Before anyone—Krassus and Kleostrasz—could step forward to help him, the writhing Moon Guardian was drained of magic, leaving him an empty mummy. The red dragon roared.There was nothing Krasus could do to stop his younger self from stepping up for revenge.In fact, the magician himself was bewildered by horrific memories.The Burning Legion caused so much death that even if Krasus influenced Kryosstrasz to come here, now Krasus wouldn't care.He tries to avoid any more damage to time and history, but enough damage is done for now. Now is the time for retribution. When Kryostrasz cleared the front line of Hellbeasts, he unleashed a huge burning hurricane.This stream of fire not only devoured the hell beast that killed the wizard, but also brought in many hell beasts that followed.Amid the whining sound, the living hell beasts retreated, and some were severely burned. Cleostrasz didn't stop, and turned to face the large group of people. The second stream of fire enveloped the hell beasts in front, and most of them were wiped out immediately.A few hellbeasts struggled in the flames, but soon fell to the ground from their fiery wounds.A burning hellbeast trying to extinguish the dragon's flames ran into a building, vaguely hoping that would slow the flames, but also fell to the ground.Even though the Burning Legion couldn't stand the sheer power of the dragons, it didn't make them completely defenseless.Above the team, a group of doomsday guards suddenly flew up.Krasus noticed them first, casting a quick spell despite the danger he knew. The hurricane hit the demons ahead, throwing them back into the line, where the doomguard scrambled. Cleostrasz unleashes another hurricane. Five of the terrifying winged demons fell suddenly, and the fiery air flow further attacked the many demons behind. The remaining doomguard regrouped.The others flew into the sky at once, doubling in number. Cleostrasz was eager to face them, but Crassus suddenly felt the onset of weakness.Like Alexstrasza said, they were more or less one - but not quite.Their power consumption is faster than usual, and they are almost exhausted. The dragon had slowed down and was no longer steady, even if he didn't realize it. "We have to get out of here!" Krasus insisted. "Give up the fight? No!" "The refugees escaped successfully, and they are grateful to us!" There has been enough delay to help the night elves escape to higher ground.Krasus is confident that he will be ahead of the Burning Legion. "We have to hand the spell to those who can do more! We have to get back on track!" Saying this made Crassus himself very sad.In his heart, he really wanted to burn all these demons in front of him, but more and more demons flew up at the moment. With a desperate howl, Kryostrasz unleashed the last of the hurricane, destroying one of the three Doomguard and throwing the other two back.The red dragon turned and flew away, easily getting rid of the Burning Legion, though he was very tired. When they flew back to the palace again, Krasus was horrified to see more demons pouring out of the gates.Most of the night elf guards were still very confused, however, they still stood and held the city.The Warriors seemed oblivious to their desperate situation. Krasus had seen such engaged, horrified faces before.Some behaved in the same terror the second time they experienced such a war.They are hypnotized by the growing influence of demons.Sooner or later, the Lord of the Burning Legion will set foot in this land! When it does happen, he fears the world will have no future... nor a past. A terrible sound disturbed Azshara's rest.She ordered music to be played, hoping to divert the noise, but unfortunately the lyre and flute were of no use either.Finally she rose, with her new bodyguard at her side, and she strolled gracefully through the palace.The first thing she saw was not Harveys, but Varosen.The captain of the guard got down on one knee and put a fist on his chest. "My supreme queen." "My dear captain, why is it so noisy outside?" The scarred night elf looked up at her, hiding his expression: "Perhaps it will be easier to show it to you." "very good." He led her to a balcony overlooking the main city.Azshara rarely came to this balcony, because she didn't want to be seen by the public, and she preferred the view from the extravagant balcony in her room, perhaps seeing a corner of the Well of Eternity.