Battle of Blackrock Spire (Part Two)

Demons are everywhere, sacrifices are everywhere, especially from a high vantage point, where you can clearly see the bloodshed at Blackrock Spire.

Mannoroth is just one of the demons; many more Legion minions are coming. Every time they capture a stronghold, they set up a portal to bring in more reinforcements. In short, they are endless!

"It seems that we must deal with that Eredar Sorcerer below the courtyard to stop the Burning Legion."

Nathanos looked down and saw that the courtyard of Blackrock Spire had been completely occupied. In the center of the courtyard, four curved, fang-like pillars rose from the ground, forming a green energy barrier that protected the Eredar Sorcerer, making it impossible for others to get close.

Broxigar was still staring at Mannoroth's corpse. He couldn't believe he had done it. Although he was happy to kill a demon, he had lost control. He hadn't felt that way since Grom had sacrificed himself to save the Orcs, unless...

"Mannoroth, he's back?"

Nathanos heard his exclamation and suddenly remembered that the Orcs seemed to have been controlled by that demon all along. "Yes, I sensed his presence in Azshara's palace, that powerful Abyssal Lord."

"There's no mistake, it must be him." Broxigar placed his hand on his chest, unsure when his heartbeat belonged to himself and when it belonged to the demon. Mannoroth was still there, and the Demon Blood within the Orcs had been awakened once more! "I will find him, and then kill him."

"I can assure you that you will become his slave the moment you get close to him."

Broxigar was particularly angry at the Undead's sarcasm, but it was true, and he was grateful that the Undead had helped him calm down.

"You... are right, but I don't want to hide."

Nathanos didn't look at him, his gaze fixed on the situation below. "The immediate problem isn't solved yet, so don't worry about things that haven't happened yet." Just as he finished speaking, an Elf wielding a staff entered his field of vision. "What's that?"

The Elf resembled a Moon Guard, but the magical power he unleashed surpassed Nathanos's comprehension. Nathanos only saw him leap into the air, his entire body instantly enveloped in purple Arcane Energy. Upon landing, a purple beam of light erupted from the ground, instantly obliterating the demons surrounding him. After dealing with a group of demons, several hellhounds charged at him from behind. The Night Elf didn't give up; he turned and stretched out his arms. From within him flew a purple eagle, which, upon closer inspection, was also formed by magic. As it swept past the demons, the hellhounds fell to the ground. Perhaps due to the force of the impact, the Night Elf was also thrown back several meters. Only when he looked up did Nathanos see his face clearly.

"Illidan?"

"Malfurion's brother? You actually killed your way here all by yourself?" Broxigar exclaimed in surprise.

"No." Nathanos's dry forehead furrowed. "Something is wrong. His power... is many times stronger than when we last saw him."

The Orcs nodded, but Nathanos's words made him feel uneasy, because the last time they met Illidan was today!

"He seems to be targeting that Eredar, we have to go help him!" Broxigar ran towards the top of the stairs, but Nathanos remained unmoved. "What are you waiting for? He's fighting alone now."

"It's closer to go the other way," the Undead advised, looking somewhat frightened, clearly having seen something terrifying.

"I am Mage Hunter Balathur in the multiverse. You have no chance, little Elf."

Balathur? Demon names are always so strange. But the title "Mage Hunter" should make Illidan wary, especially since this demon guards a portal and is protected by a magical barrier.

"Hunting this..." The Moon Guard slowly rose to his feet. He knew that the only way to break through the powerful energy barrier was to destroy it with even more powerful energy.

"Come and witness the Wrath of the Universe, demon!"

Illidan's hands merged together, unleashing a terrifying magical beam at Balathur's barrier. The clash of energy tore apart the surrounding demons; some Legion minions, barely stepping onto the grounds of Blackrock Spire before even realizing what was happening, were ripped to shreds by the exploding Arcane Energy.

Balathur had never seen such power before; he watched helplessly as the energy barrier crumbled. Now he was no longer separated from Illidan.

"A tiny Elf, let me show you the wrath of the Legion."

Balathur charged at Illidan. The mage resorted to his old trick, unleashing all the spells he had used against the other demons at the mage hunter, but Balathur's staff seemed to have a special ability to deflect Illidan's spells, and his armor could not be penetrated by magic.

"What a troublesome fellow. I'll use Wrath of the Universe again."

The Burning Legion was ravaging Blackrock Spire, relentlessly slaughtering the Elf army; it seemed no demon knew fatigue. The only respite the Elf could offer was that many Legion portals had been closed. The Hellfire attacks had also lessened slightly, at least no longer raining down from the sky. However, they remained at the forefront, seizing every opportunity to disrupt the Elf lines.

"We must get to the courtyard immediately; Illidan must be in deep trouble right now!"

"I didn't expect you to care about an Elf," Nathanos said, following behind Broxigar. The Orcs hadn't expected him to say that, but it didn't catch him off guard.

"He is now fighting demons with me. No matter what race he is, all I know is that he is now my comrade-in-arms."

"You care about your comrades."

Broxigar didn't understand why the Undead would state this fact. There was no need to say anything more; of course he cared... so many comrades had sacrificed themselves before him.

The tower trembled, seemingly from the start of the invasion, but Broxigar didn't seem to care; the falling dust couldn't stop the Orcs. When the stone slabs beneath Broxigar's feet shattered downwards, the Orcs's eyes widened in alarm. He instinctively reached up, grabbing at something, not knowing what he was trying to grasp, just something to keep himself from falling.

He had indeed grasped something, and that thing had grasped him in return. Fel fire raged within Blackrock Spire, scorching every corner. But what Broxigar grasped was icy cold.

Broxigar looked up and saw that it was Nathanos who had saved him.

"Your hands... are so cold, Undead."