With the help of the various races and demigods, the elven resistance had swept through their enemies with unstoppable force and now stood near the capital, Eldarath.
But the blow that followed forced the resistance into defensive positions and crushed their morale: the oldest and most powerful demigod, the White Stag of the Moon, father of the Forest Demigod, Malorne, had been personally seized by Archimonde the Defiler on the battlefield and had his neck snapped. He fell.
The grief-stricken Night Elves, along with the seemingly even more enraged Green Dragon Queen Ysera, led the Green Dragonflight and forced Archimonde and the Burning Legion back into the capital. But the resistance no longer had the strength to attack. Meanwhile, the Dragon Soul had been placed at the very center of the Well of Eternity, ready to power the portal.
In response, the Night Elf commander Garrith Shadowsong decided to dispatch a strike team made up of elite mages and powerful warriors. With the dragons' help, they would raid the capital, destroy the portal, and rescue the Moon Priestess Tyrande, who had been captured some time ago. The Night Elf army and the Dragonflights would provide cover.
Tyrande had been captured by Sargoth, once the queen's chamberlain and now a fallen Satyr demon. Although Malfurion had eventually killed him with great difficulty and sealed him inside an oak tree, Tyrande had still been taken back to the capital, Eldarath, by the Satyr demons.
"Then it's settled. Malfurion, you will lead the main assault with the three masters, Krasus, Rhonin, and Elisande. The dragons will carry you to the Well of Eternity. Retrieve or destroy the Dragon Soul. Brox, you will assist them. Any objections?"
"No objections. But we need to add one more person—our Divine Emissary from Suramar's Council of Truth." Elisande smiled faintly. Just then, a magic circle suddenly appeared in the hall. After a blinding flash, Hu Feng appeared before everyone.
Hu Feng had once again returned to that ostentatious outfit. The Artifact Staff in his hand, "Origin of Divine Power, Azeroth Binder," and the floating rune disc behind him were exceptionally eye-catching.
Hu Feng casually walked over to the conference table and squeezed Krasus and Rhonin apart. "Add me in. I have more than enough reason to take part in resisting the evil god Sargeras."
Garrith Shadowsong and the Night Elf officers hurriedly bowed to Hu Feng. "Welcome, Divine Emissary of the God of Magic. We haven't had the opportunity to thank you in person before. You successfully brought the Highborne mages over to our side. We are all grateful for your efforts."
Hu Feng waved a hand. "You decide the plan. I'll do everything I can to assist the three of them, Malfurion included. Naturally, Elisande will act with me. No problem with that, right? And by the way, Malfurion, those antlers of yours are quite beautiful. I can sense a dense natural power within them. As expected of the Forest Demigod's most prized disciple."
Malfurion was somewhat flattered. He had witnessed this man's strength firsthand. Even the strongest Dragon Aspect, Earth-Warder Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, had been beaten into submission and made to obey. Now that Hu Feng had suddenly praised him, Malfurion felt a trace of satisfaction and vanity rise within him.
"You flatter me, Divine Emissary. And please allow me to apologize as well. I once held prejudice and hostility toward the Highborne, but your efforts proved that they too are our kin, part of us. They have fought just as bravely in this war." He then bowed deeply.
Krasus and Rhonin had long since become numb to this Titan who insisted on pretending to be his own Divine Emissary while being so keen on changing fate. Now, it seemed that Archdruid Malfurion no longer hated the Highborne and the power of magic as he had in the original timeline. Perhaps the history of the Highborne's exile would be rewritten...
Hu Feng smiled warmly and patted Malfurion on the shoulder. "Do not let prejudice and hatred blind your eyes. I can also sense that you are anxious right now. It will affect your judgment. Is it because of that captured priestess, Tyrande?"
"Y-yes... Please forgive my foolishness, Divine Emissary."
"There is nothing shameful about it, Malfurion. If it will put your mind at ease, then let me tell you this: the power of Elune is protecting her. For the time being, she will not be in any danger."
Malfurion immediately perked up, growing excited. "Really? Ah, I do not doubt you, Divine Emissary. Thank the Moon Goddess, praise the Titans, Tyrande is safe..."
Hu Feng looked at Malfurion helplessly. As long as he knew Tyrande was safe, this lovesick fool could unleash extraordinary fighting power...
"All right, everyone. Get a good night's rest. We move at dawn tomorrow." Garrith Shadowsong clapped his hands and called out.
That night, Krasus and Rhonin stood atop a towering watchtower, gazing toward the distant capital of Eldarath. Hearing a sound behind them, they found Hu Feng had also come up.
"What is it, you two? If the battle goes smoothly, the war should end soon. Then you can return to the future. Doesn't that make you happy?"
"G-greetings, Divine Venerable... In reply, Divine Venerable, I was merely thinking of what would happen after the war, so..."
"The Great Sundering you spoke of? The world breaking apart, the Kalimdor Continent splitting into several pieces?" Hu Feng leaned against the railing and looked into the distance.
"Yes. Countless lives will perish, and the continent will split. The Night Elves will retreat into a corner of the world and live in seclusion from then on. And Suramar City... in the original history, it drifted southward with a small piece of land called the Broken Isles, its fate unknown."
Hu Feng nodded thoughtfully. "Perhaps the Great Sundering cannot be stopped. But everything I have done should make the future a little better, shouldn't it? At the very least, I saved Suramar."
Rhonin leaned closer curiously. "Um, Divine Venerable, could you tell us how you plan to save Suramar City? It is a massive city second only to the capital, Eldarath."
"Make it fly into the sky. Wouldn't that solve it?"
"Dalaran!" Rhonin cried out at once. "Ah, I mean, in the future, there is also a City of Magic floating in the sky called Dalaran. But it definitely isn't as large as Suramar. It can only be considered a miniature city."
Hu Feng shrugged after hearing that. "All right, then it won't be the only city in the sky for much longer."
At dawn, the capital of Eldarath no longer retained any of its former splendor. The entire city was ruined and lifeless. Only Queen Azshara's palace still shimmered with magical light, immaculate and untouched by dust.
Outside the city, under Garrith Shadowsong's command, the Night Elf resistance launched an assault on the capital. The Dragon Aspects also joined the battle.
The Burning Legion swiftly struck back. Infernals rained from the sky and smashed into the elven positions. Felguards began their frenzied charge, while Eredar demons began another round of magical combat with the Highborne mages.
Meanwhile, six red dragons carried six people into the skies above the capital by an extremely covert route. The Well of Eternity was already visible to the naked eye. Its waters had turned dark green and churned violently. Above it, a massive flaming portal was continuously being reinforced, while the Dragon Soul floated at the very top, supplying it with power.
Malfurion squinted against the wind. "We're almost there! The dragons will attack the portal at all costs. We need to land beside the Well of Eternity and seize the Dragon Soul!" Before he had even finished speaking, a huge swarm of black bats charged toward them from afar, each carrying a Night Elf rider.
"It's Varoon, Queen Azshara's captain of the guard! Engage them!"
The dragons began breathing fire, and countless bat riders were instantly shot down. But there were still far too many of them, as though their numbers were endless.
Just then, Captain Varoon leaped onto the back of the red dragon Malfurion was riding. His enchanted sword slashed viciously toward Malfurion. Malfurion swiftly took out a handful of green seeds and scattered them. Varoon paid them no attention at first, but soon realized his mistake. The seeds stuck to his body, growing wildly and piercing into his flesh.
The intense pain made him dizzy. Malfurion seized the chance and kicked him hard. Varoon screamed as he fell from the dragon's back, plunging headfirst into the violently trembling portal.
Hu Feng raised his staff high, and countless Arcane Missiles erupted from its tip, sweeping through the bat riders like a barrage. Everyone watched Hu Feng clear the field with numb expressions, then nodded and dove sharply toward the ground. The skies were now filled with dragons who had fought desperately to reach this place. Dragons of every color blanketed the heavens as they purged the demons around them. Archimonde the Defiler had been held outside the city, leaving only Mannoroth the Destroyer, the Abyssal Lord, as the sole high-level combatant near the Well of Eternity.
Just then, an angry roar echoed from afar. A massive figure was flying rapidly toward the Well of Eternity. Hu Feng smiled faintly when he saw him. Earth-Warder Neltharion had still come. But now, he was Deathwing. The other Four Great Dragons stared at Neltharion in shock. His eyes were filled with madness, fixed only on the Dragon Soul. Several blue dragons blocked his path, trying to question him, but Neltharion grabbed them and tore them in half with a violent pull.
"No one can take my treasure! The Dragon Soul belongs to me alone!"
Neltharion roared madly. He discreetly glanced down at Hu Feng, who was watching him with a faint smile, and found no intention of stopping him. Reassured, he focused on ramming his massive body against the magical barrier protecting the Dragon Soul. His armor was cracking apart, flames erupting from his wounds. His entire appearance was overwhelmingly terrifying.
Neltharion had gone mad.
At that moment, an oppressive presence surged from the portal, followed by a furious roar.
"Worm! How dare you hinder my arrival into this world?"
A blast of Fel Fire shot out from the portal, striking Neltharion fiercely and sending him flying away. But only seconds later, Neltharion flew back in a rage and rammed the barrier even more frantically.
Below, Hu Feng and the others joined forces to suppress and brutally assault Mannoroth the Destroyer, slowly advancing toward the portal. At that moment, the towering figure inside the portal was drawing closer and closer to this world. The orc Brox looked at the people locked in fierce battle, then at the maddened black dragon in the sky. Afterward, he seemed to make a decision. He ran toward a dragon, vaulted onto its back, and charged into the sky.
"It has been my honor to fight beside you! Farewell!" the orc roared.
"What are you doing, Brox? Come back!" Malfurion had just reunited with his brother Illidan and the priestess Tyrande, and was running toward the others in an attempt to join the battle.
Then everyone saw the orc leap forward and jump into the portal. He entered the world of demons.
The orc warrior saw a world saturated with fel energy. Endless demon armies stood in formation, preparing to enter Azeroth. Compared to this place, the number of Burning Legion forces that had already arrived in Azeroth was hardly worth mentioning.
The orc laughed loudly and tightened his grip around his battle-axe. This was an axe blessed by Cenarius, the Forest Demigod, capable of cleaving through anything.
He violently split apart the first few demons charging toward him and roared:
"I am Broxigar Sarufal! Warrior of Warchief Thrall! Blood brother of Warlord Saurfang! Warrior of the Stormwind Clan!"
"Feel the strength of the Horde, demons!!!"
"Lok-tar ogar!!!"
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