"Yes...... It's those demons......"

Malfurion knelt beside Tyrande equally weakly, muttering - sure enough, her dream was not an illusory worry, but a ...... The fact that it is coming.

Although he had used his fastest speed, even riding a dragon to reach Atherine, he ...... It still hasn't had time to stop what is happening here.

Malfurion looked at the monsters that walked through the ruins of Etharyn, some of which he had seen in his dreams, and he saw a troop of Cerberus running through the broken rubble of Etherine's alleys, dragging several broken corpses as if they were about to embark on a feast.

Other demons walked upright like Malfurion—they clutched large, sharp tomahawks or greatswords, strange, sturdy armor wrapped around most of their bodies, and their tall, muscular bodies looked indestructible.

Despite being on Sindagoza's back, Malfurion could clearly see the demons rampaging through the ruins of Asaline, searching for objects to kill, corpses, remnant buildings, and those who were alive who would be ...... in an instant if they found them

Wait, survivors? - Malfurion's mind flashed through the word, and then he stood up and wiped the tears of grief rolling down his face, and his heartbroken expression was a little more resolute and a little more resolute at this moment.

"Malfurion......

Illidan stood by his brother's side and witnessed what was happening in the city of Asarine, and his mood was as sad and angry as Malfurion's. Even a second ago, he was still immersed in the frustration of losing the ability to cast spells.

"We're going down to help, Illidan...... There are also survivors there. We didn't catch the time to stop this from happening, but we still have a chance to redeem it. ”

Malfurion's face seemed to have aged a lot in the space of a few seconds, his long hair fluttering as he looked at his brother, waiting for his response.

"Whatever you decide, Malfurion...... I am your brother. I will always be there for you. ”

Illidan looked at the sad and angry expression on Malfurion's face, took a deep breath, and then clenched his fist with one hand. A gentle thump on his left chest—an ancient ritual in the Night Elf tradition, meant giving his heart to the other person once and for all; It's just that in recent years, the Night Elves have become more and more disgusted with their ancient traditions, and few young Night Elves use such gestures to show their hearts.

However, Illidan and Malfurion are twin brothers. They had the same blood in them—when Illidan made the gesture. Both he and his brother understood that in this moment, their souls had become one, never to be separated.

"Mr. Arthas, please let this lady of the blue dragon let us go...... I'm sure there are still many people alive, and Illidan and I want to do our part to get those survivors out of this horrible place. ”

Malfurion nodded to Illidan. Then he turned and bowed to Arthas, and said sincerely.

……

"That's how you're going to enter this demon-infested city. Can you use your small power to save the Night Elf survivors who have been scattered and scattered? ”

From the time Sindagossa began to hover over Asarin, Arthas had been staring at the burning city below, and it was not until Malfurion came to his side and said his request that Arthas raise his head and look at the young druid.

The expression on Malfurion's face was complicated - he looked like a mixture of anger, sadness, horror, and conflict...... Arthas understood the feeling, and it reminded him of himself - the moment he broke free from the shadow of the Lich King Neozu, and looked at Lordaeron, who had been destroyed beyond recognition by his own depravity, Arthas's thoughts were almost no different from that of Malfurion now.

"Yes, Mr. Arthas, I have decided."

Malfurion nodded.

"Even if you know that there are a staggering number of demons and you have very few helpers, there is one more...... A mage who has little ability to use spells. ”

Arthas looked at Malfurion, then at Illidan, and suddenly laughed.

"What are you proud of? You guy...... Even if I can't use spells for now, I'll ......"

Illidan's gaze and Arthas's gaze converged in the air, and he suddenly became a little annoyed, and he took a step forward unconvinced, wanting to prove that even if he lost the ability to control the power of the Well of Eternity, he would never be cowardly because of it.

"You don't understand what I'm talking about, Illidan...... You only see what you see, but you ignore some of the more important things...... You think you're late, and that Esaline is ruined, but ...... Don't forget that even the city was not completely destroyed, but more importantly...... The footprints of those demons have not yet touched the rest of this continent. ”

Arthas shook his head and said to Malfurion.

"This ...... This...... Is there something to be thankful for? ”

Illidan thought for a long time, but didn't understand what this meant, and then asked back with some annoyance—he felt that he was so stupid that he instinctively thought that this strange man was right......

"It shows that we can still do something to resist."

Arthas replied, and he walked over to Cotalus, who had been left aside? Rafincrest's side used a holy light spell to bring him to his senses.

"You...... You guys...... I...... Where am I? ”

Cortalos? As soon as Rafincrest woke up, he saw the face of Arthas at hand—even though he had been unconscious for a long time, the owner of Crowcastle would not forget that it was this creature who knocked himself unconscious again and again...... He arched back a little nervously and said loudly.

"Don't care where you are, elf...... Look down and see what has become of your kings. ”

Alsace with a hand on Kotalos? Rafincrest's collar lifted him from Sindalgosa's back and said.

"Asaline? How could I be in Aisaline...... The Empress is above, this ...... This ......"

Cortalos? Rafincrest was stunned for a moment, then looked down in the direction Arthas was pointing, and suddenly opened his mouth and could not even say a word. (To be continued.) )