Let us turn back time a little, to when Krasus and Rhonin were riding Night Sabers toward Suramar.
Illidan rode alongside them. He had come specifically to see them off.
During this time, Illidan had secretly asked Krasus many questions about magic, and had received extraordinarily detailed answers to all of them.
Master Krasus seemed completely unconcerned by Illidan's choice to abandon the path of the Druids, nor did he show any surprise. This made Illidan trust this powerful outsider even more.
"Master, we are about to leave Val'sharah. Follow the road straight ahead, and you will reach Suramar City. Please forgive me, but I cannot escort you any farther."
Krasus nodded. "That is all right. But Illidan, I want to tell you this: I know you crave great power, but never let power cloud your mind. Never forget who you are, and never forget this world."
Though Illidan was deeply puzzled as to why Krasus had suddenly said such things to him, he still nodded.
"I will, Master. Everything I do is for my people, for the final victory of the Kalimdor Continent."
Krasus smiled meaningfully without saying anything, then urged his Night Saber mount onward.
Yes... for your people...
"Wait, do you feel that?"
Rhonin suddenly frowned and spoke from the other side.
"The Burning Legion! Prepare for battle!"
The next moment, a large number of Felhounds came rushing from the forest ahead. These hideous creatures drooled as the two sucker-tipped tentacles on their backs flailed wildly, eager to drain the targets not far ahead of all their strength.
Brox roared, flipped off his Night Saber, and charged toward the pack of Felhounds. The two one-handed axes in his grip flowed with the power of nature.
These axes had been personally crafted and given to him by the Forest Demi-god Cenarius when the group had gone to meet the Demi-god previously.
At the time, Brox's expression had been extremely complicated, as though he were watching a Demi-god look upon a man who was already doomed to die.
The orc warrior's Whirlwind instantly stirred up a bloody storm among the Felhounds. The two axes in his hands were unstoppable, chopping every Felhound around him into chunks of mangled flesh.
Krasus and the other two also dismounted. He and Rhonin raised their staffs and jointly channeled a massive Blizzard, controlling it as it moved toward the Felhound pack.
Illidan joined Brox in close combat. He wielded two standard-issue longswords of the elven army, their blades flowing with the glow of Arcane enchantments. His killing speed was no slower than Brox's.
"If only I had a suitable pair of weapons... I've always wanted Warglaives, but the army's craftsmen refuse to shrink down the Moonglaives from the Glaive Throwers."
As he muttered, he viciously slashed through the air with an enchanted longsword. An Arcane Energy Wave burst forth, clearing the area before Illidan in an instant.
"Ah!"
At that moment, Krasus let out a shout. Beside him, Rhonin was frantically trying to help his mentor.
A Felhound had successfully launched a sneak attack. While the two mages were focused on the front, it had rushed out from the woods at the side and pressed its two tentacles tightly against Krasus, madly draining his mana.
"Stop! Ignore me and keep channeling the Blizzard!"
After speaking to Rhonin, Krasus turned toward the Felhound feeding on him, his face filled with fury.
"You want to devour my mana? Devour a Dragon's mana? Then eat your fill!"
As he spoke, Krasus increased his mana output.
The mana-drinking Felhound was practically ecstatic. Then... it was no longer so ecstatic.
It was full, yet it discovered that its sucker-tipped tentacles remained firmly attached to its target. No matter what it did, it could not pull free.
The Felhound began struggling violently. It wanted to run. The amount of mana in its body had already far exceeded the limit. If it did not break free soon...
Bang!
Well... the Felhound exploded. The immense amount of mana had been more than it could endure, causing it to self-destruct outright.
"Illidan, what are you doing?"
Rhonin's roar caught Krasus's attention.
Ahead, at least a dozen sucker-tipped tentacles were stuck to Illidan's body, yet all those Felhounds were struggling violently, desperately trying to flee.
"Ah... power... powerful, pure power..."
Illidan wore an intoxicated expression. He seemed to have used some unknown spell to reverse the entire devouring process. Now, he was the one draining the Felhounds.
"A spell from the era of the Well of Eternity... It looks like a higher-level version of Mana Burn, one that was already lost in our future era... Oh, right, Illidan, stop!"
This studious Dragon, Krasus, involuntarily slipped into a state of scholarly curiosity, then quickly came to his senses and loudly stopped Illidan's devouring.
Time returned to the present, inside the Hall of the Domain at Black Rook Hold.
"That was the situation. Please give me an Escort Squad. We must continue to Suramar. The Highborne there are an important group to win over; we cannot allow them to fall under Queen Azshara's control as well."
Krasus got the escort force he wanted. Without even pausing to rest, he set off again.
"Send out another group of messengers. Tell the lords of every region... I, Lord Ravencrest, hereby call upon you all. Our beloved Her Majesty the Queen has fallen into a dark and dangerous situation. The enemy is defeating us one by one. All Night Elves must unite, form a Resistance Army, defeat those damned demons, and drive them back through the portal to where they came from!"
With Lord Farondis's bloody example before him, Ravencrest no longer hesitated and immediately began implementing the most drastic countermeasures.
However, the scouts did not reveal all the information to everyone present. Instead, they reported the crucial details to Ravencrest alone.
The reason Lord Farondis of Azsuna and the elven people of his territory had ended up in such a miserable state, forever afflicted by the Spectral Curse, was not because of demons. It was Queen Azshara herself who had done it.
Farondis had refused to obey Queen Azshara's decree and had refused to allow the so-called "Titan Soldiers" into his lands. He had even fought back, so this first dissenter had suffered the furious Queen's retaliation.
He had to stand up and resist. Otherwise, they would inevitably be defeated one by one, and the Kalimdor Continent would have no hope left.
Pandaria, the Vale of Eternal Blossoms.
The atmosphere here was equally grave and oppressive. Large numbers of Pandaren had gathered together, silently watching the August Celestials and Emperor Shaohao at the center.
The time had come. Shaohao had made his final decision.
Pandaria had now come under attack from the demon army. The Pandaren Dynasty could not withstand being caught between demons and Mantid on two fronts.
Arrogance would be eradicated at this moment.
"The dynasty... will perish in an instant. My people, the road ahead must be explored by you."
"I... am Shaohao, the last emperor. I am willing to merge my body into this land. I am willing to use my soul to protect this sky, ensuring the Pandaren's peace for Myriad Ages!"
"I am willing to become one with Pandaria."
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