Chapter 27 Section 24

There are very few places for prisoners in Suramar City, and most of the prisoners are locked in Black Rook Hold.The building that Captain Shadowsong asked them to build was originally the base of an old tree.The roots formed the framework of the building, and everything else the workers built out of stone.Apart from the stronghold of Ravencrest and the walls of Suramar, there are no more fortified structures.Everyone is very proud of it. Tyrande stared in horror at the rather indifferent building, imagining from its drab exterior that it was the place where the most vicious villains were kept.However, when the captain invited her in, she pulled herself together and showed no apprehension.

One of the outer rooms was bare of furniture except a table, which was apparently also used by the officer on guard.With most of Suramar's armed forces gone, the rest of Captain Shadowsong's colleagues struggled to ensure peace. "We found him in the woods the evening that Ravencrest and the Crusade left. Many of our scouting spells have failed, sister, but some do contain powers of their own. Among them One to warn us of intruders. He was with some recently escaped convicts—" He glanced at the orc.Captain Shadowsong clearly knew that Brox's current state could no longer be considered a prisoner, otherwise he would have been arrested long ago. "We have no chance but to investigate immediately."

"Then what does this have to do with me?" "The...prisoner...we found him very tired. After judging it wasn't a ruse, we brought him back. Since then, he hasn't had a better time. Because of his strange nature, I want to make sure he is pulling When Fincrest came back, he was still alive. So I ended up looking for you." "Forgive my rudeness! You can call me... Krasus." Now Brooks reacted. "Krassus! Rhonin mentioned you!" The orc stepped forward and knelt on one leg. "Brother...I am Brox...this is the priestess, Tyrande." Krasus frowned. "It seems that Ronin said too much...and explained more."

Brox's reaction touched the priestess.She stood up and turned to the captain. "I want to take him with me to the temple. I believe he can be better cared for there." "Impossible! If he escapes—" "I promise he won't run away. And, as you said yourself, he must be in good health. In short, he must see Ravencrest!" The guard officer frowned.Tyrande smiled at him. "Very well...but I have to take care of you there myself." "certainly." She helped Krasus to his feet, and Brox moved to his other side.As Tyrande approached him, she caught Krasus's hidden smile of contentment.

"Is there anything that pleases you?" "For the first time since my untimely arrival. After all, there is hope." He didn't want to clarify anything, and she didn't want him to.With their help, he escaped from the guarded headquarters.In a way, Tyrande realized, Krasus wasn't playing tricks.He is very weak.Still, she felt authority in him.Shadowsong followed behind them and returned to the temple together.This time, it was the orcs who used their terrifying appearance to open a way for them. Tyrande feared that the guards and high priests would stand in their way, but, like her, they seemed to instinctively sense the difference in Krasus.The older priests bent over him, though they didn't know why.

"Elune made the right choice," Krasus said as they approached the living hall, "I knew that when I saw you." His words made her blush, but not because of the ambiguous affection between men and women.Rather, Tyrande felt, as if he had been praised by a high priest. She was going to take him to a separate shrine, but without thinking, she took him to the room where Malfurion was.At the last moment, Tyrande wanted to stop. "Is there a problem?" Krasus asked. "No... just a wounded friend of mine in that room—" But before she could explain any further, the hooded Krasus broke free from her and flung himself at Malfurion's prostrate body.

"Chance, fate, or Nozdormu, indeed!" he whispered. "What made him like this? Say it!" "I—" How to explain? "He walked into the Emerald Dream," Brox replied. "He hasn't come back yet, brother." "He hasn't come back yet... Where is he going?" The orc told him.Krasus was pale enough, and Tyrande thought he was paler now. "To all the places..." But it pained him, "If only I knew when I got out of there!" "Have you been to Azshaline?" panted Tyrande. "I've been to the wreckage of the city, but I'm here to look for your friend." He looked carefully at the motionless body, "If...as you said, he has been like this for several nights, then for us I may have come too late..."

A night elf screamed as his chest was sliced ​​open by a demon.The other night elf beside him didn't even have time to make a sound before the felguard smashed his skull with a mace. Night elves are dying everywhere.Ronin's warnings about the horrors have so far been insufficient.Although Ravencrest led the way, the night elves were slowly being killed.The Burning Legion gave them no chance to breathe, and kept pounding their lines. But even knowing that both he and the elf would die, the mage continued to fight. But he has no other source of strength. The news of the arrival of the defensive troops surprised Harvey somewhat.But his confidence in the final victory has not diminished in the slightest.He watched so many celestial soldiers of the Creator flooding through the entrance.He was sure that no defending army could hold out for very long.Soon, that untimely world will be cleared by him.

Mannoroth led the Burning Legion against the night elves while Hakkar continued to hunt and hunt, delivering all prey to skilled counsellors.Harveys glanced into the small room near the entrance, where his latest loot was located.After the news came that the defenders had been decimated in large numbers, Harveys would have time to see his "guests."Now, he has more important things to do. His attention returned to the entrance, where another group of felguard emerged.Guided by the tall Doomguard left behind by Mannoroth, they lined up to join their bloodthirsty brethren.This situation has been repeated dozens of times in the past few minutes.The only difference is that more Felguards arrive each time than last time.Now they almost fill the room.

When the last felguard passed, Harveys heard the voice of Sargeras' glory in his head, and the tempo picked up, I'm glad. The night elf knelt down: "I am honored." There is already resistance here. "Only a small number of untimely people are still resisting the general trend." The entrance had to be protected, it had to not only be open, but reinforced.Soon... soon... I'm going through this portal. The counselor's heart beat wildly.The great time is coming!He stood up and said, "I'll make sure everything is ready for you! I swear!" He felt a moment of contentment... and then Sargeras left his thoughts.

Harveys immediately ordered to go down to ensure that the spell shield was functioning normally.After the intruders tried to damage it, he went to check to make sure it was intact.No one has a chance to destroy it again. Yes, it's still working in perfect order.Speaking of his "guest," Harveys thought about what he was going to do when Sargeras finally walked through the entrance.Of course, the Empress should be there, and a guard of honor should be arranged.After that, Varothen will take care of the final business.The counselor wanted to be the first to greet the god.Harveys decided to give the crystal and its contents to Sargeras as a gift.It was one of three things that Mannoroth felt was important enough.What would stupid Haka think if he found out that the counselor had caught one so easily? Harveys could hardly wait to show his prisoner to the great Sargeras.It must be very interesting to see how God treats this young fool... Malfurion's nightmare continued. Malfurion floated in the crystal, watching what little he could see of the room.He is placed in a small corner of an alcove, and the crystal is placed in one corner.From the alcove, he could glimpse a doorway, which allowed him to see ranks of demon soldiers rumbling past, their hearts clearly intent on making death.That made his heart tighten, because he knew that they would come out and kill every night elf they could find, all because Malfurion hadn't been able to destroy the talisman shield. Although just looking at the surrounding environment, Malfurion didn't know how much time had passed.But he knew that at least two night elves had died since the moment he was captured.While sleepwalking, he didn't fall asleep.This situation lasted for two nights or more. How stupid he had been!Malfurion had heard stories about Harvey's eyes.It was said that his eyes could see shadows of shadows, but he took those as strange tales.The same pupils that allowed Counselor Harveys to observe the magical forces of nature also allowed him to notice the wandering spirits in his sanctuary.Harveys smiled so smugly! Malfurion had tried several times to break the crystal cage, but found it too strong.Perhaps with more training, the young elves could spot some weaknesses, too.But this is simply not possible now.He failed.He had failed himself, his friends, his race—and his world. Now, only Ravencrest's army is still standing on the path of the demon's attack to stop them. He has to do something. Calming, Malfurion tried again to do what Cenarius had taught him.Crystals are part of nature, and the same applies to his spells.His hands groped around, looking for weak spots in the matrix.What he uses is not necessarily the spells taught by druids, but it is close to druid spells. But he still found nothing.Malfurion screamed in frustration.Thousands will die because of his failure.Illidan shall perish, Brox shall perish, Tyrande— Tyrande will be destroyed. He could paint her face more clearly than anyone else.Malfurion imagined her concern for him.He knew she was there for him, trying to call him back.He could even hear her cry. Malfurion... The night elf shuddered.Of course, he had begun to lose his mind.Malfurion was shocked at how quickly the process had begun, and he was in the worst possible condition. Malfurion... can you hear me? It felt as if Tyrande's voice was echoing his thoughts.He peered beyond the crystal, trying to see if Harveys had begun some kind of mental torture, but Malfurion saw no sign of it. How much horror did he think at last, Tyrande? Malfurion!I'm almost hopeless! He couldn't believe it himself.Yes, she is a priest of the Temple of the Moon, but such behavior should be beyond her ability.Tyrande...how did you find me? This is thanks to another person.She said he was already looking for you. The only thing Malfurion could think of was Brox and Rhonin.Tyrande had encountered orcs before, and although Brox was a brave fighter, he had no magic of any kind.So is it Ronin?That is almost impossible, the mage should have left with Ravencrest. who?He finally asked, who? My name is Krasus. The sudden turn of events made Malfurion uneasy.This voice was something he had never heard before, although it sounded a bit like Cenarius's.Whoever this Krasus was, he wasn't just some night elf, but something more. Can you still feel us?the voice asked. Yes, I can... Krasus. I once showed Tyrande how I could reach beyond her confines to reach my own dreams.The approach seems difficult, but I hope it sets you free. set me freeMalfurion looked at the crystal cage, doubting the possibility. It's a dodgy trap, yes.Krasus continued, much to the surprise of the night elves.Apparently they could now see where Harveys had him imprisoned.But I've dealt with traps like it before. Now Malfurion's spirit was further mobilized.What must be done? Now that we've moved your body— what have you done?moved his body?This is really risky. I am well aware of the risks.When Malfurion made no further objections, Krasus continued, it must be brought... to us.You have to listen up because we're going to do this very quickly. The night elf waited nervously.If they could get him out of the crystal, he'd do whatever they asked him to do. I had to see the crystal, see every aspect of its natural properties.You are a druid.You can show me this. In response to his understanding, Malfurion surveyed the entire interior of the crystal.He looked at every corner, every aspect, pointing out the crystal's solidity and its possible weaknesses.What he saw offered little encouragement, but he figured Krasus knew what to do. There!The voice that drifted outside his body made him stop on a certain side.Malfurion had studied it before and noticed a small flaw, but it was useless at the time. This is the key to your freedom.Touch it with your will.See what happens to this weak link? He did it for the first time.Blemishes are tiny, but still sharp.How could he not have thought of it before? Wisdom, they say, comes from experience.Crassus suddenly said, I am still proving the old saying. He commanded Malfurion, using the skill the Lord of the Forest had taught him, to feel the full width of the blemish, to know its ultimate natural nature. You should be able to notice that its most problematic, so to speak, is its crux. I can't—oh!yes!is allowed!Malfurion got his bearings.He squeezed it, desperate to be free...but it didn't give in either. You are strong, but not well-trained enough.Open your heart further to us.Let's get in, no matter how many of us there are.We will be your extra strength and wisdom. Malfurion cleared his mind as much as possible, opening himself to Tyrande and the mysterious Krasus.He immediately felt the difference between the two.Tyrande's mind is concerned but determined, Krasus's is wise but disappointed.Strangely, that sense of disappointment had nothing to do with Malfurion's current situation. Now... try again. Malfurion pictured his dream as something tangible.He gradually pushed the blemish away.Sure enough, if he used enough force, it gave in. Suddenly, it felt like the other two were helping him push.Malfurion could almost imagine Tyrande and the other beside him, pushing hard.The blemishes are starting to give in.A tiny crack starts to grow bigger.When the blemish opens very slightly, an extremely tiny opening occurs. This is your way out!Crassus urged him, get through! Malfurion's dream squeezed its way through the tiny opening. After he left the counselor's cell, his body began to grow until he regained his normal height.This kind of change was just what he thought it would be, but he was quite satisfied with it, after all it was far better than being imprisoned in a crystal like an insect. Now...before you are discovered...come back to us! But Malfurion disagreed.He wants to complete his mission to save his people and save his world.The talisman shield must be disarmed. Malfurion!Tyrande begged him, no! He ignored the two of them, drifted around the corner...and stopped.Harveys stood at the far end of the room, focusing on the dark entrance through which demons often entered.It seemed that the counselor and whatever was lurking at the entrance had merged into one.Malfurion shuddered, remembering the inherent evil of Harveth. The situation is still in his favor.If Harveys stared at the vortex for a few more minutes, Malfurion could complete his mission and leave. He floated towards the talisman shield, already thinking about how to destroy it.A few simple changes are enough. Tyrande and Krasus had fallen silent.That either meant they allowed him to do it, or...some kind of connection with him had been severed.Either way, he can't turn back now. Malfurion took one last look at Harveys, then approached the talisman shield in his own right.He first changed the internal composition of the talisman - to ensure that whatever he did afterwards, the talisman would not respond. What Malfurion summoned now was the power of the world, the power of nature.He uses this power to recombine the talisman in a new form that negates the simile's purpose, eventually causing it to disappear. The talisman shield shakes...