"Food, eat... Ah, for the first time, I wanted to become a mage. Their Arcane language could communicate with other races without any barriers."
After another round of healing for Brox in the Black Rook Hold plaza, Tyrande gestured for a long while before finally making the orc understand that the basin of water before him, along with the fruit so bland it made his mouth taste like feathers, were the Night Elves' staple food.
The orc wore an obvious look of disbelief as he stared blankly at the red apple in his hand.
These Alliance elves actually ate this kind of fruit every day? He would not feel a thing even after eating an entire basketful...
"You should learn gratitude, beast..." Illidan glanced at the orc in the cage and growled softly.
Brox ignored him completely. Though he could not understand the words, the tone alone told him that this male elf bore him no goodwill.
"He dared ignore me, he... Ah, Master Krasus! Master Rhonin! I am very glad to see you again. I am..."
"I am glad to see you as well, Illidan. Of course I remember you. We met at Lord Ravencrest's place." Krasus picked up the conversation as he strode over with Rhonin.
"Mm... Glad to see you, Illidan." Rhonin's expression was more complicated. Glad was certainly not the right word; he seemed deeply resistant and distant.
Illidan failed to notice Rhonin's expression. He was thrilled that the two Arcane masters remembered him.
Master Krasus had instantly defeated Lord Ravencrest's court mage with his terrifying control over Arcane power... Oh, more accurately, the former court mage.
This immediately filled Illidan, who had always yearned for immense power, with respect for the two outsiders.
"An orc? Why is there an orc here? Nozdormu sent someone from the Horde over too? Since when did I become part of an Alliance delegation?"
The moment he saw Brox in the cage, Rhonin spoke to Krasus in a low voice.
Brox also noticed the two newcomers. His eyes immediately filled with vigilance, and he clenched his powerful fists.
"Humans... Alliance dogs..." the orc said in extremely broken future Common Tongue.
"Fine, fine, fine. Shut up, Horde pig." Rhonin immediately cut him off.
Krasus frowned, then shook his head.
"Impossible. Nozdormu only sent the two of us here; I am completely certain of that. As for this orc... he was probably caught up in the Time Sand by accident."
With that, Krasus strode to the cage and began speaking with Brox in Orcish.
As a Dragon, and an eager learner at that, his long life had given him an incomparably vast store of knowledge.
"You are from the future as well, aren't you? You mentioned Alliance dogs just now. Did you come from the Old Horde era or the New Horde era?"
"Old Horde? Ha! I am Brox Saurfang, a warrior of the Ragefire Clan, a champion of Warchief Thrall. I..."
"Very good. It seems you came from the New Horde era, so communication will be much easier. Now shut up and listen to me."
This strange human seemed to possess the oppressive presence of a savage beast, which greatly puzzled Brox. Could he be some enormous creature disguised in human form?
As Krasus gave a swift, simple explanation, Brox grew increasingly silent and gradually understood the situation.
"So make your choice. Will you join us for now? If we are all still alive after this is over, I will ask Nozdormu to take you back with us."
"A Horde warrior will never refuse the chance to slaughter demons of the Burning Legion. Let me out and give me a good weapon. I will make those demons understand the strength of the Horde."
Having received his answer, Krasus nodded in satisfaction, then called over the nearby guards and ordered them to open the cage.
The soldiers were deeply conflicted, but after Krasus stated that he would bear all responsibility, they still chose to obey. After all, these two powerful outsiders were now Lord Ravencrest's court mages and held considerable status.
"Disaster is about to descend. We need every bit of help we can obtain. Tauren, Earthlings, even Demi-gods all need to step forward."
Seeing the puzzled expressions on the three elves' faces, Krasus calmly explained.
"Master, if a great disaster truly is coming, why not inform the Highborne and seek their aid?" Illidan immediately asked.
Krasus gave a bitter laugh.
The Highborne... Unfortunately, because of various restrictions, he could not reveal any important information about the future.
Illidan was truly naïve at this point. Little did he know that the Highborne were the chief culprits behind all this... Wait!
"Mm... Perhaps we can try. Most of the Highborne are still in Suramar at the moment and have not gone to the Capital Eldorei, correct?"
"Uh... Yes, Master, that is indeed the case." Illidan froze for a moment, puzzled as to why Krasus would ask such an obvious question.
"Rhonin, come with me to Suramar. Let us hope luck is on our side. If we succeed, this disaster may be greatly lessened."
Rhonin nodded. Even if he objected to his Dragon mentor's decisions, it usually did not make much difference.
"At this time, the Highborne are led by Dath'Remar Sunstrider, right? Will he believe us?"
"If my memory is correct, he should be in the Capital Eldorei right now. Suramar is being managed by the High Council. This is an opportunity."
"Masters, and this... uh... orc. My honored mentor, Forest Demi-god Cenarius, invites the three of you to visit the forest." At that moment, Malfurion opened his eyes, ending his mental communication.
Krasus and Rhonin exchanged glances, then nodded.
"Then let us go. We have the greatest respect for the Forest Demi-god as well."
Brox, who had been muttering to himself, could not understand what the humans and elves were babbling about. But he did not care, and seeing them leave, he slowly followed after them.
"Can I go hunt something for myself? You Alliance dogs would not forbid even that, would you..."
Suramar City, Central Giant Mage Tower.
In a circular hall at the top, the lighting was exceptionally dim. The only illumination came from the faint lavender glow emitted by the Arcane crystals on the walls.
More than a dozen elderly Highborne mages sat in a circle. A Felguard corpse floated in the center, while an incredibly complex rune array spun across the floor beneath it. Strands of Arcane energy wrapped around the corpse like chains.
"Begin the prophecy."
A clear female voice rang out, and the dozen or so mages immediately began casting.
Archmage Elisande stood in the shadows at one side of the room, holding an Image Crystal that had already been viewed. The information from the Capital Eldorei had filled her with deep worry.
Dath'Remar was right. These so-called Titan Soldiers were absolutely not beings of justice and order.
And that dark green Fel Energy was certainly not power that any god of order would wield.
"I see it... Aaaaaah!"
Screams suddenly rang out one after another. The Highborne mages seated in a circle all wore expressions of extreme agony, and then...
Dark green flames shot from their eyes, instantly burning them into two charred holes.
"What happened? What did you see?"
Elisande immediately blinked to the only mage still barely alive and asked urgently.
"Endless fel flames... Demons... Disaster is about to descend... It must be stopped..."
The old mage convulsed, then fell silent. The entire Prophecy Mage Group had been wiped out in an instant.
Elisande rose to her feet, her expression incomparably grave.
The situation was even more severe than expected. Action had to be taken.
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