Malkazaar

In the pitch-black night, the battle between the allied forces and the demons began. First, the Shaman and Priest patrols scattered on the outer perimeter withdrew, dispersing into the ranks of Shu'halo and the Dwarves musketeers in the center of the position. Following them, a massive wave of Satyrs and demons arrived. 😾♗ 🍟♟

Faced with the horde of evil creatures surging in from the center, the Dwarves musketeers in the middle of the position opened fire first. With a series of explosive explosions, the first layer of Satyrs was cut down like wheat. But their companions behind them immediately rushed forward. The chaotic creatures were exceptionally brutal by nature, sometimes even killing each other, and were not afraid of death.

Although the Satyrs ' chaotic nature made them fearless of death, when they got close, they were met with totem poles set up in the ground. Explosive flames and lightning burst out in all directions, clearing out the Satyrs in large numbers. Only a few demons broke through the line, but they were also targeted by the Dwarves musketeers.

Just as the battle began, Zul'ra and Jaina had already used Blink and Invisibility to outflank the chaotic creatures. Behind them, in the darkness of the forest, amidst the flashes of fire and lightning, hordes of Satyrs demons were charging forward.

"Is this really a good idea for us?" Jaina had followed Zul'ra's plan, but as she took this step, she felt extremely uneasy. She was like a general separated from her soldiers, feeling lost about what lay ahead and worried about her subordinates.

"... Let's go! Those filthy things are inherently chaotic, and their battles will be difficult. But if we can quickly resolve Zmodlor and his conspiracy, the Satyrs and demons here will disappear once they receive the news." Zul'ra looked at the hordes of Satyrs and demons and couldn't help but worry about whether her tactical arrangements were correct, but at this point, she had no other choice.

"Let's go." Jaina listened to Zul'ra's words, composed herself, and followed him into the dense forest, heading towards Zmodlor's altar. The best help she could give her subordinates now was to kill Zmodlor and thwart the demon's plot.

Zul'ra strode forward, leading Jaina through a very long, dense forest. Both of them remained quite cautious along the way, but fortunately, the Satyrs and demons had been drawn away by their chaotic nature, and the place was now empty.

After walking for about two hours, Zul'ra carried Jaina to the ravine where the Zmodlor altar was located. The sacrifice was still taking place there, and there were a small number of Orcs and Doomguards guarding it, so it seemed that the other side had not lost its vigilance.

"Rest for five minutes, I'll go first later." Zul'ra put the panting Jaina down on the ground, giving her some time to adjust. The female mage was exhausted; if he hadn't carried her along the way, she probably wouldn't have made it this far.

"Okay." Jaina tried to catch her breath, not daring to use any spells for fear of disturbing the demons inside.

"Don't be anxious, follow your breath, inhale, exhale." Zul'ra reassured Jaina, sensing the distant, wary demons and the gleaming altar piled with bones.

Following Zul'ra's words, Jaina rhythmically adjusted her breathing, and soon her panting subsided, and her mind calmed down. She was not a weakling to begin with, but this run was simply too much of a challenge for her stamina as a mage.

"Alright." Jaina counted the time, then quickly opened her eyes and said to Zul'ra.

"Then I'll begin." Zul'ra looked at Jaina who had spoken, instantly drew a spear, and then flashed away, turning into a cloud of mist.

"Zzz... Modler." The sound spread through the forest like a tsunami, causing the leaves of the trees to tremble and the pool of blood on the altar to ripple.

Jaina was momentarily stunned as she took the potion out of her pouch. She hadn't expected Zul'ra to make such a big move by taking the lead, but then she realized that he was probably trying to attract the attention of the demons here.

Thinking that Zul'ra might be in a tough fight, Jaina swallowed the potion she was carrying, and her Arcane energy instantly surged. She opened her eyes and looked at the arena, where she saw the Trolls charging toward the altar. A huge Doomguards blocked his way, but he showed no fear.

In the instant of the collision, Jaina saw the Charge Zul'ra instantly turn into mist, his figure passing through the air past the Doomguards, before piercing the man's back with a backhand spear.

The steel spearhead and shaft glowed with fiery red. With a swing of the hands holding the spear, the flame-spitting spear swept across, instantly beheading all the surrounding Doomguards. Then, with a flick of the spearhead, a beam of fire shot out and pierced through an Orcs guard who was presiding over a ceremony, striking the altar.

"Where is Zmodlor?" Jaina looked at the ferocious Zul'ra with remarkable calm, no longer paying attention to his battle, but instead searching for the little imp's location. Her mission was to use the method Magena had taught her to drive away the demon.

While Jaina was searching for Zmodlor, Zul'ra successfully killed the Orcs guards who were presiding over the ritual one by one. However, as the last one fell, a shrill sound rang out, and a dazzling light suddenly burst forth from the altar piled with corpses.

When the bright light suddenly appeared, Zul'ra automatically covered her eyes. Then she felt a strong impact on her body and used the force to pull herself back. When she stopped and opened her eyes, she saw a cloud of smoke and dust and her nose was filled with a strong smell of sulfur.

"All worlds are open to me, and this one is no exception." Common with a strong accent came from the dust. Zul'ra stared wide-eyed at the towering dust cloud in front of her and what was inside it.

Accompanied by the heavily accented Common, a sharp, difficult-to-pronounce voice rang out from the smoke and dust. Zul'ra could tell it was Eredun, a plea for mercy.

"Failure has brought you before me, and I will end you with death, Zmodlor." A giant blue hand swept away the dust, revealing a six-meter-tall demon with bent ram's hooves and a blue beard, holding a dark red Imps in its hand and looking down at the mortal creatures beneath it.

"Finally, I've met someone taller than me." Zul'ra grinned as she looked at the demon in front of her, who was much taller than her.

"Mortal, what you face is not just me, Prince Malkazaar, but also the entire army I command..." Malkazaar looked down at Zul'ra, raised the dark red imp in his hand, and with a slight tightening of his fingers, the shrill chirping stopped instantly.