Eranikus waved his claws and murmured an incantation.
Shadowy figures appeared before Eranikus and Taerar, one after another.
These were all phantoms of Eranikus, born of shadow and wreathed in pure shadow power. They were manifestations of his power after his corruption, embodiments of his shadow side.
The Scythe of Elune was powerful, but Valorn was still only a High Druid. Even wielding it, he could not withstand Eranikus's attacks. More than a dozen phantoms fired Shadow Bolts at once. Valorn drew on the vast energy within the Scythe of Elune, forming a bullet-shaped energy shield in front of him.
Yet he could not hold out for long, even though Eranikus was barely taking this seriously.
Broll watched it all and gritted his teeth. "Valorn can't hold him off! I'll help him. Shawn, take Olivia and leave immediately. Don't go to Darkshire-fly straight to Stormwind City. Ask the court mages to teleport you to Theramore, then teleport to Feathermoon Stronghold. Ask General Shandris to find Lady Tyrande. You must tell Lady Tyrande everything!"
Shawn was deeply moved.
Both Broll and Valorn truly lived up to their standing as veteran Druids. For the greater good, they were ready to sacrifice themselves at any moment.
Moved as he was, however, Shawn had to turn down their goodwill, because there was simply no need.
Shawn suddenly shouted, "Chromie! What are you waiting for? I have a way to hurt Eranikus, but I need your help! Freeze time around him and hold him still. I only need ten seconds!"
His words clearly stunned everyone.
Broll, Valorn, and Olivia did not know Chromie's true identity. Eranikus and Taerar recognized the name and immediately realized that the little girl hiding nearby was actually a member of the Bronze Dragonflight.
Eranikus was not worried, however. He knew