Battle of Blackrock Spire (Part Two)
"My arms can't support heavy objects."
"Then quickly pull me up."
"Etc!"
The Orcs didn't know what the Undead were waiting for, but he soon found out.
The tower trembled violently, as if it had been attacked, but who would throw a punch at a motionless building for no reason? Even the Burning Legion would only vent their bloodlust on the Night Elf.
Broxigar was being dragged along by Nathanos's arm, swaying precariously in the air, but Nathanos showed no sign of letting go. The Orcs had always doubted whether the Undead's tireless abilities were real. Now it seemed that it was no exaggeration.
A magical force pierced through the eastern wall of the tower's center, crackling with lightning within, very close to Nathanos and Broxigar. At the same time, the two heard a demon's muffled, piercing wail, and faintly heard the words "So painful."
"What exactly is going on?"
"Shut up, you green-skinned idiot, put all your strength into your arms!"
The commotion finally subsided, and Nathanos pulled Broxigar up. There was a significant gap in the stairs, but both of them could jump over it. When they reached the courtyard below, they saw only corpses and Illidan lying on the ground. A mage was crouching there, coughing violently, whether from exhaustion of mana or the pungent smell of smoke, it was unclear.
"Illidan, are you alright?" Broxigar was the first to run over and ask.
"I'm fine, I've defeated Balathur!" The Night Elf announced as if it were some important news, and it was indeed exhilarating. Broxigar then realized that the spell he had just cast was from this Elf.
Illidan smiled, and out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Nathanos, the Undead examining the corpses on the battlefield.
What is he looking at?
"Never mind him, seeing the corpse might have given him a sense of kinship."
Broxigar was joking. The Undead didn't care what he said. Nathanos observed each corpse. He wasn't interested in the demons' bodies; he cared about the Night Elf's corpses, specifically the Moon Guard '. Elf skin was pale, withered, and cracked at the slightest touch. Their expressions told Nathanos they had died painfully, with anger and surprise—not the marks of battle, but more like betrayal.
Indeed, it was true. Nathanos, on the bridge above the tower, saw everything clearly. It was Illidan who did it. He was initially no match for the Eredar Sorcerer, but the battle didn't last long. A small contingent of Moon Guard came to their aid, but even so, they couldn't defeat Balathur. Nathanos had already decided to go and help Illidan, but something unexpected happened. Illidan sacrificed the Moon Guard, using a strange secret technique to absorb their magic and use it for his own purposes. This was why the Moon Guard captain had become so powerful. The magic that had just pierced the tower was also his doing.
'How could he do this?' Nathanos was deeply puzzled. The Undead knew that Illidan was doing this to save his people; he must have been driven to the brink, choosing this path of sacrificing others to achieve victory in order to destroy the demons. But such behavior still raised suspicions, and it reminded Nathanos of Arthas. That human who betrayed the kingdom, and now Illidan before him—two people of different races who had made remarkably similar, yet different, sacrifices.
To save their people, one chose to sacrifice his own soul, resulting in not only failing to save anyone but also causing more deaths; the other sacrificed a small number of people in an attempt to save more. Nathanos was unaware of the accusations Illidan would face for doing so, and one thing that's worth noting is why Illidan later became a Demon Hunter.
'Could he betray us? I remember Illidan had a title called' The Betrayer.' He was imprisoned for ten thousand years.' Nathanos frowned, then thought about it carefully and felt something was off, because ten thousand years later, Illidan was on the opposite side of the Burning Legion, and he had even defeated Tichondrius.
With so many questions remaining unanswered, Nathanos began to find things interesting.
"Illidan has captured the courtyard! Ravencrest Guard, advance!" Ravencrest's troops arrived late. It was easy to see that the army at Blackrock Spire had suffered heavy losses. Conservative estimates suggest that at least half of the army had been slaughtered.
"Well done, Illidan. You've given us a chance to fight back. Can you still... use magic?" Ravencrest noticed that the Night Elf beside the Orcs looked unwell; mages often looked like this when their mana was running low.
"I have no problem at all, Lord Ravencrest. There's one more guy to deal with. Let me join the arena battle; I'll destroy that fiery stone monster."
"You are not alone, Illidan." The lord raised his Greatsword high. His daughter and Garrid stood on either side of him, ready to serve.
"I'll help too," Broxigar said to him. Nathanos came up behind the Orcs, nodded slightly to Illidan, and told him that he would also help.
"Captain Stormrage, lead the Charge!"
The arena gates were opened, and thankfully the Hellfire landed in the arena, preventing it from leaving for a short time. Otherwise, such a "siege weapon" running rampant would have had unimaginable consequences.
Illidan, Nathanos, Broxigar, Ravencrest, and others jumped directly into the arena to engage the Hellfire. In the stands stood the Moon Guard, archers, priests, and anyone else who could aid in the battle.
Neither swords nor magic could harm the Hellfire in the slightest. Not to mention, one had to be constantly wary of the Fel fire just to get close to it.
"Think of something, Illidan! It's tearing our formation apart, and the fortress is about to collapse!" Ravencrest shouted in desperation.
Hellfire clenched his fist and slammed it towards Nathanos, but the Undead nimbly dodged it by leaping back. However, when Hellfire pulled his fist from the ground, the flying stone fragments sent Elf flying towards the elves in the stands, causing considerable casualties.
"Everyone, get down!" Illidan commanded, unleashing "Wrath of the Universe" once more. A powerful magical ray shot towards the demons, and to avoid being caught in the crossfire, the others quickly hid behind Illidan, shielding their faces with their hands.
After the smoke cleared, everything was quiet for a while, but the subsequent cracking sounds shattered everyone's hopes. The Hellfire had not been defeated at all; its body had only developed some small cracks.
"Even such powerful magic can't defeat it?" Ravencrest couldn't believe it; despair tore at him. The lord prayed that Illidan possessed even more powerful magic.
Even if Ravencrest didn't say it, Illidan knew what he was thinking, because it was everyone's thought; they all pinned their hopes on the most powerful mage present. 'I've tried everything but can't defeat this monster. I have to ask the Moon Guard for one last time.'