The most elite army of demons who were enough to destroy Azeroth thousands of times, passed through the portal and returned to the twisted void, disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the vast ruins of Sin Azalene, there are only broken walls that are seriously corroded by evil energy, and they are still telling the tragic past of the night elves' capital being tragically captured by demons in the past few months.

After going through the surveillance network of the coalition forces, Havis, who had just led a group of Sartre's subordinates back from the Surama area, stood in front of the deserted capital ruins and stood there.

Where is the devil?

Where is the Burning Legion?

He looked up and found a scene that shocked him even more. The portal connected to the twisted void was slowly closing! The crowd of Sartres also saw this scene and soon became a mess. Could it be that the Burning Legion... left us to retreat?

In a trance, Harves glanced at a strange look from the corner of his eyes.

In the ruins at the far end, Illidan, who was kneeling on one knee, was covered in blood and had a heavy breath. It was obvious that he had just experienced a battle and was recovering.

Once this surrendered, he was appreciated and rewarded by the Lord of the Legion, which made Harves jealous and also stared at the portal in the air without saying a word.

On the ground beside Illidan, a corpse burned by magic was lying, vaguely like a guard of doomsday, with two war blades flowing with evil spirits on it.

Harves could tell at a glance the origin of the battle blades - the powerful Azeinos weapon who had previously led the Doomsday Guards to sweep the area around the Well of Eternity, and removed dozens of night elves' strongholds.

The scene in front of us has almost proved that Illidan killed Essinos, who both Admirals, Archmond and Kiljaden.

But at this time, Harves was all about this strange retreat, and he had no time to care about such irrelevant things. He just asked loudly: "Illidan, what happened? Where is Lord Archmond? Where is Lord Kilgardan? Where is our army?"

Illidan turned around and saw that the questioner was Harves, a smile appeared on his burning face and replied, "As you see, Harves, your master abandoned you."

"What happened!" Harves roared with a panic. He was still waiting to follow his master's steps to pursue endless power and knowledge, but now all his longings are gradually fading away.

Illidan stood up, pulled out the battle blades from Escinos's body, danced a sword flower, left a dark green track in the air, and then walked towards Harves with a bad look.

"It's over, it's over. My teacher has ended this war," his tone was plain, "Now...it's time to clear away the cancers left in this world."

Harves gritted his teeth, "I knew for a long time that you were just a double-faced spy who was placed among us. You will regret it with me..."

Before he finished speaking, a green light suddenly shot out from the portal that was about to close and penetrated into the well of eternity.

The vast water surface of the Eternal Well instantly surged. Under the influence of the dragon soul, which was originally protected by numerous spells in the air, the magic flow that stabilized the portal became chaotic in an instant. For a moment, strong winds were everywhere, huge waves were empty, and the entire earth was trembling, as if destruction was imminent.

A powerful magic power burst out with the soul of the dragon as the center. The explosion wave instantly swept the dark clouds in the air, and it also flattened the only remaining broken walls of Xin Aisalin...

Illidan and Harves didn't even have time to react, so they were hit by the explosion wave and hit the gravel heavily and lost consciousness. More than half of the hundreds of Sartres died on the spot.

After a while, Illidan climbed up from the earth and rocks with blood on his head, shook his head hard, and looked at the dragon soul in the air.

I saw that this artifact, in the core form, existed in the portal energy supply network, had been completely unbalanced, constantly spreading the magic power of the Eternal Well into the surrounding areas. The torrent of magic power continuously washed the trampled earth, and the incomprehensible earth and rocks were sent to the sky in a violent explosion, rinsing like rain and falling.

And the Well of Eternity is also irreversibly moving towards destruction under the action of the evil spell shot from the depths of the portal. The Arcane Energy of the Well of Eternity is about to annihilate itself in turn...

In fact, Illidan was confused. He was completely confused. Although he heard every word Angma communicated with Sargeras in front of the portal. He only knew that no matter what, the battle ended in an unexpected way. The situation of the Well of Eternity confirmed the end of the war that the teacher had told him that the night elves had lived. The magic source of the night elves would collapse in self-annihilation and set off a doomsday catastrophe that tore the world apart...

He forced himself to cheer up, used magic to fix the broken ribs that had been hit by the previous impact, and supported a magic barrier, and rushed towards the Well of Eternity against the oncoming wind.

When he arrived at the shore, he forced himself not to care about the huge waves that kept beating the shore. He took out the crystal bottle that had been prepared from his arms, pulled out the bottle plug, and immersed it in the water...

One bottle, two bottles, three bottles...

Before he could not stay on the shore, he finally filled eleven bottles. He endured his regret and the urge to fill more bottles regardless of his safety. He returned to the ruins where he was just here to find the pair of swords that killed Essinos...

...

At the same time, the coalition camps dozens of kilometers away were already in chaos.

Even without detecting magic, the night elves who are slightly more sensitive to magic can detect unprecedented majestic power coming from the direction of the Eternal Well. Every second passed, the magic output of the Eternal Well was rising exponentially, as if an explosion that was enough to shock the entire world was slowly brewing.

Everyone couldn't figure out what was going on, even the Five-Colored Dragon Clan was no exception. The torrent of magic interfered with the Blue Dragon's exploration of magic. Malygos, Alextasa, and Isera, these three dragon kings were ready to lead a group of powerful adult dragons to the Well of Eternity to find out.

At the top of a hill, Azshara stood side by side with Saratas, looking at the well of eternity in the distance with a lonely expression.

"Angma's magical characteristics disappeared, he left." Saratas said sadly.

Azshara felt sadness arises and almost unstable in her foothold.

At this moment, Dasrema ran up the hills panting and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, several guardian dragons are looking for you. They are going to go to the Well of Eternity to find out in person, you..."

As he spoke, the sound of flapping his wings came from the sky, and a huge shadow covered the hills. A group of giant dragons passed by above and flew towards the Well of Eternity.

Saratas turned to Azshara and said, "You know what to do."

Azshara took a deep breath and ordered: "Tell me the order, and the whole army retreated to Mount Haigal!"

"Your Majesty?" Dasrema was stunned. The situation of the Well of Eternity was unclear. The general attack had not yet begun. He obviously did not understand why the light in the light issued such an order at this time.

"Now." Azshara's tone slightly raised.

"Yes." Dasrema hesitated for two seconds, nodded heavily, and took the order and left.

Thank you for your boredom for the reward~ Momoda
Chapter completed!