Demons

"You should have brought some tougher guys, Orcs." Falstad smashed another Orcs's skull with his Storm Hammer. He was certain that Ner'zhul had underestimated their strength. These few Orcs soldiers were no match for mages, Ranger, or Gryphon Rider without their Gryphon.

The Warlock blocking the entrance remained smiling, and his smile only grew wider with each Orcs that fell.

'Doesn't he care about the lives of his soldiers?' Sylvanas noticed this and was also very puzzled. It wasn't until Vareesa pulled the sword from the neck of the last Orcs that Ner'zhul finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Excellent, excellent!" The Orcs's eyes gleamed with fanaticism. "A very good sacrifice."

A sacrifice? Rhonin's eyes widened instinctively; he already knew what the Orcs was about to do. Ner'zhul's hands gradually gathered an unsettling dark purple aura as he rapidly chanted a spell. Simultaneously, a wisp of white energy emanated from the corpses of the fallen Orcs soldiers, swirling around Ner'zhul.

"He's summoning a demon!" Rhonin shouted, but it was too late. The summoning was over!

"This demon is satisfied with these souls, but he wants yours even more."

Ner'zhul opened a shadow portal before him, and to everyone's surprise, a Greatsword with red skin and heavy armor, wielding a greatsword, stepped out. He was very tall, but Rhonin didn't think he was a demon lord. He had learned about demons in the Dalaran library; this guy had no wings, so he shouldn't be considered a high-ranking demon, but his strength was still considerable.

Sharp spikes protruded from the back of the demon, its face was ferocious, and it looked at the mortal in front of it as if it was thinking about who to kill first.

"Powerful Legion warrior, Vaz'gaj. Please help me destroy these invaders, and their souls will belong to you." Ner'zhul's sincere and humble demeanor disgusted Alleria and everyone present. Warlock could command low-level demons at will, but with higher-level demons, they were like groveling dogs.

"I am quite pleased with this gift, you insignificant Orcs." Vaz'gaj laughed, his voice echoing around him, serving as a warning to the others.

"Be careful, this guy is tough. We..."

"I'll take him on." Before Rhonin could finish speaking, Falstad charged forward, raising his sword high and aiming at the demon's head. However, Vaz'gaj simply swept his sword across the face and blocked the attack. Falstad was also sent flying by the demon's powerful force, crashing into the wall.

"Falstad!" Rhonin shouted.

"It's not over yet." Vaz'gaj's lips curled up, and he forcefully formed a fireball in his hand into a claw shape, throwing it at the Dwarf who had challenged him.

The mage reacted quickly, casting a fireball spell as well. The two spells collided in front of Falstad and then scattered into sparks of varying sizes.

"Ahhh! Fire! Fire!" Falstad frantically patted the flames off his body, but he wasn't burned; only his clothes caught fire.

"Falstad!" Vareesa ran to his side, took off her cloak, and helped him extinguish the flames.

Are you alright?

"It's nothing." The Dwarf stood up awkwardly. "It's just that my beard is ruined."

"Thank goodness, he's not hurt." Alleria refocused her attention on the demon in front of her. The demon's upper body was unclothed; perhaps its thick muscles made it indestructible.

"I don't believe he's invulnerable." Alleria took the Sathoryl from her back, then a finely crafted arrow from her quiver, and fired it at Vaz'gaj's chest. The demon initially didn't intend to dodge, believing mortal strength was utterly ineffective against him. However, as the arrow drew near, Vaz'gaj suddenly felt a terrifying magical power emanating from the bow. Before he could react, the green-tipped arrow effortlessly pierced a hole in his body.

"Impossible!" Vaz'gaj stared in astonishment at the weapon in Alleria's hand; he had underestimated her. "You have angered me, Elf!"

Sylvanas didn't wait for him to finish his rambling, throwing the short sword at the demon. The demon clearly ignored the mithril-forged sword, as the blade left no mark on him. This creature was beyond the reach of swords. Only Alleria's special weapon could strike him.

Seeing this, Falstad quickly gripped his Stormhammer. Just as he swung the hammer to attack the demon once more, Vereesa also prepared to join the battle.

The Ranger and Dwarf launched attacks on the enemy from two directions, attempting to force an opening in Vaz'gaj's defenses so that Alleria could deliver a fatal blow.

Falstad's first strike forced the monster back a step, but just as he prepared for his second, the demon grabbed the hammer handle. Thus began a thrilling tug-of-war Gryphon Rider and Vaz'gaj, but he was being pulled closer and closer to the demon.

"Its sword!" Vareesa gasped. "Watch out for its sword!"

Just as he was being slowly pulled closer, the demon swung its Greatsword at him from its other hand. Helpless, the Dwarf had no choice but to release his beloved Stormhammer, stumble backward, and narrowly avoid the enemy's attack.

At that moment, Sylvanas charged forward and thrust her sword. The Elf sword was almost powerless against the monster's armor and was easily deflected. Vaz'gaj immediately turned to her and hurled the Stormhammer he had just grabbed at her.

The Ranger nimbly leaped away, but she immediately noticed that Rhonin and Ner'zhul had begun fighting, each wielding different powers, yet neither could gain the upper hand. Vareesa seized the opportunity when Vaz'gaj's gaze was fixed on Sylvanas, rushing forward to deliver two more swift thrusts. During the second attack, the Female Elf revealed an opening. The demon, clearly unfazed by swords, easily disarmed Vereesa.

The situation worsened. Every attack Alleria was blocked by that obstructive Greatsword, and he noticed that it seemed only she and Sylvanas remained capable of resisting the demon.

Suddenly, Vaz'gaj opened its maw, unleashing a terrifying torrent of black flames that nearly engulfed Sylvanas. Just before the flames engulfed her, the Female Elf rolled out, her pale blue cloak turning to ash. The demon, not intending to give her a chance to breathe, prepared to unleash its flames once more.

"Now!" Alleria shouted, aiming another arrow at Vaz'gaj, this time at his open mouth. Sathoryl's arrow was imbued with magical energy, and when it collided with the demonic flames, it created a tremendous impact. Vaz'gaj was thrown back, crashing to the ground, the point of impact right before his eyes. The demon had suffered a fatal blow; he could now feel Falstad's pain, even more so.

"We did it!" Alleria and Sylvanas smiled and gave each other a high five. Their teamwork was flawless.

"Damn crawler!"

"What?"

"No way!"

Amidst the astonished looks of the others, Vaz'gaj staggered to his feet, his gaping, bloodied mouth revealing a chilling smile.

"I am dead, my soul returns to the Twisted Void, and I can be resurrected again. But you, ha ha..." He pointed at everyone here, his upper jaw opening again.

"No!" Rhonin mustered his primal Will, using magic to repel Ner'zhul, then unleashed an incredibly powerful protective force field. Flames slammed into that invisible force field... and then bounced back towards the demon.

These flames not only engulfed their master, but also gnawed at Vaz'gaj with insatiable hunger. A roar erupted from the demon's throat, an unbearable, ferocious howl.

The figure within the flames trembled, then exploded violently, unleashing a hurricane-like magical power to every corner of the small cave.

The top of the cave could no longer withstand the violent impact and collapsed entirely.