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Malfurion raised his head: "Hey, where is he going?"

As soon as the night elves finished speaking, the Death Wings suddenly turned around and swooped towards them.

"Run!" Brox yelled.

They jumped up and rushed to a huge rock formation ahead. The night elves turned their heads and saw that the dragon's body was getting bigger and bigger, and undoubtedly he was getting closer and closer to them.

Just after they jumped onto the rock formation, Malfurion heard a terrifying roar from the black dragon's mouth, indicating that he was about to spew out the lava again.

"Come here!" The orc pointed to a protruding rock. They could provide some protection on the edge of the rock, but is it really safe here?

An explosion suddenly occurred on the hillside.

In a blink of an eye, the entire rock formation disappeared and debris fell everywhere. The temperature in the air suddenly increased, and the ice and snow melted.

Deathwings hovered over the place, staring at everything that was destroyed. Then the dragon flew closer to the ground. With a roar, he turned around and flew away again, this time he flew to the mountain where his nest was.

Behind the rock, Malfurion and Brox were covered in dust and wet snow, and they stood up with difficulty. The night elf coughed a few times before checking the pocket. He breathed a sigh of relief when he touched the familiar disc.

Brox's heart was still very heavy: "Deathwings will come back, Malfurion. We must leave here before he comes back."

Shaking off the remaining snow on their bodies, they continued to move towards the bottom of the mountain. From time to time, they could hear the violent roar of the black dragon, but the giant dragon never appeared in front of the two of them again. The two did not dare to slacken at all and rushed to the bottom of the mountain for a moment.

As he was almost at the bottom of the mountain, the night elves looked towards the valley below. "I don't know this place. I think we are too far from Crasus." He closed his eyes, "and I can't feel him either."

"Nathanos once said that he might be in trouble, but the Black Dragon has been dispatched and is furious. We can only pray that Crasus will not meet him."

"But no matter what, we have to find him."

The two then decided to go to the bottom of the mountain first and wait for him if they had time. Crassus's situation may not be much better than theirs.

The towering mountains cast shadows in the valley. At this time, Malfurion was ahead, and Brox followed. They were already close to the entrance of Nesario's nest, so they had to be wary of the appearance of goblins.

They had to leave here completely to reach the place where they met with Crasus, but after walking a few yards along that direction, they found that there was no way to go in front of them. Malfurion wanted to use the Dragon Soul, but Brox reminded him that this would definitely attract the attention of the Black Dragon.

"If we go in another direction, we will probably have to turn around, but we can still get there," said Malfurion.

"good."

They moved on the opposite path and therefore had to climb over the gravel left by the violent behavior of the Black Dragon, but fortunately, there were gaps everywhere on it, which helped them a lot.

At this time, the roar of Death Wings came from his ears, and he came back. Malfurion and the orcs were close to the bottom of the mountain, and they saw the dragon flying over them. Death Wings looked at the area carefully, but still did not find them. After the black dragon disappeared from the distance, the two walked out of the shadow.

"I suddenly thought of a question, we only saw him, but where have the other dragons gone?"

Brox said without hesitation: "It must be doing damage elsewhere."

They hurriedly continued their journey, but the road once again made a joke with them. Despite their best efforts, the night elves and orcs were getting further and further away from their goals.

Malfurion became a little frustrated: "I should have brought us to Crasus with this damn disc."

"That way, Nesario will appear in front of you in the next second."

"I understand, just..."

Before he finished speaking, a fierce guy in armor suddenly collided with the orc.

At the same time, a ferocious beast shaped like a night blade leopard rushed towards the druid. A pair of fierce suction cups suddenly stretched out from its back, twisting and rushing towards Malfurion's chest.

It's a hellhound.

Then the sound of weapons colliding came, and Malfurio immediately realized that Brox could not get out quickly and rushed to save him. The monster lying on him wanted to bite off his head in one bite, and the druid struggled hard.

In front of the night elves were rows of sallow fangs, with flesh and blood left on them. Malfurion supported the monster with one hand, pulled out the other and kept beating the hellhound's jaw.

Malfurio had no time to think about Nesario. Although he was very adventurous, he still reached out to touch his pocket.

His fingers passed through a pocket, which was the pocket for storing the disc, and several low sounds appeared in his brain.

‘Take it out, use it, and use its magic…’ the voice in your mind said. ‘This is your only hope, your only chance… take out that thing… the dragon soul…’

He also mistakenly thought it was Crasus's voice. Malfurion grabbed the pocket desperately and squeezed the Dragon Soul into his hand.

He immediately felt his confidence multiply. The night elves glared at the cruel monster on his body.

"Go to hell, monster!"

He touched the dragon soul to a suction cup of the Hell Beast.

The Hellhound's eyes suddenly bulged out. The body also expanded like a ball, almost bursting. After a while, the Hellhound's whole body exploded. The devil's body fragments fell on Malfurio, but he did not notice it. Standing up, the night elves looked around and saw that Brox was still fighting with the enemy, but the enemy turned into two demon guards. One of the demon guards was already injured, but the orcs were obviously at a disadvantage.

Malfurion casually pointed the dragon soul at the demon he saw the clearest.

A golden light shot out from the disc and enveloped the demon guard. He howled in pain and then turned into a pile of dust.

Another demon guard stopped uneasily. Brox needed this opportunity, and the orcs had a magic axe attached to it and slashed into the demon's chest in an instant.

After the second demon guard fell, Brox turned around. Malfurion showed a smug smile on his face and walked towards his companion.

"here you go."

But Brox didn't seem so happy. His eyes turned to the disc, and Malfurio used it again. The orc's move suddenly made Malfurio suspicious. The voices came back, and even more violently.

‘He wants to get the disc…he wants to take it for himself…it belongs to you…it is only you who can use it to restore order to the world…’

"Malfurion!" said the orc, "Don't use that thing anymore."

"It just saved our lives!"

"You are relying on it, druid..."

Malfurion took a step back and raised the Demon Soul: "You want to have its magic! You want to take it for yourself!"

"What are you talking nonsense?" Brox shook his head, "I don't want it at all."

"You lie!" the voices encouraged him to say, "You want to take over the Burning Legion from Archmond and his master! You want them to conquer Kalimdo for you! I will never let this happen! I want to succeed unless the whole world is in a sea of ​​fire!"

"Elf! Do you know what you are talking about? Are you crazy? Your words just now are irrational."

"I will never let you have it!" He pointed the disc at the Orc.

‘There must be killed…there must be killed…the people who want to get the disc…the people who take the disc from you.’

Brox stood there motionless. He did not rush towards the night elves opposite, nor even raised his battle axe to attack or defend. He just stood there and looked ahead, waiting quietly, as if he had handed his life to Malfurio.

The orc's eyes were thrown toward Malfurio's left, and the druid glanced inadvertently, and there, lying Nathanos, the battle just now seemed to have not affected the undead.

Suddenly, Malfurion realized his mistake. With the help of the undead in front of him and Brox, he obtained the dragon soul. Now he wants to kill Brox just to own it.

After a burst of regret, Malfurion threw the evil disk to the ground and took a few steps back away from the disk. He looked at his companions again, hoping to find an appropriate way to apologize to Brox for what had just happened.

The gray-haired warrior shook his head and said that he did not want to blame the night elves.

"It's the soul of the dragon." A low voice came from his throat, "It's the one who is at work!"

"Yes, he has another name: Demon Soul."

Demon Soul? Malfurio nodded, thinking that the name was more appropriate. He didn't want to touch the disc anymore, but they had to take it away. The druid found a piece of cloth from his body, bent down, and picked up the Demon Soul again. He knew that a thin piece of cloth could not really block those temptations, but he could only do so. If he was controlled by the Demon Soul, they would give their lives.

He thanked Senarius, whose gentle and intelligent teaching allowed him to finally resist the intrigue of those voices.

"We're leaving this place, Brox," said Malfurion straightened, "It seems that the demon wants to get this treasure, too."

Suddenly, a rock of similar shape extends out from under their feet, surrounding orcs and elves without any movement.

Brox roared and used his battle axe to chop the rocks, but after breaking one piece, another would appear to replace it.

At the same time, Malfurio found that he could not use the Dragon Soul, nor the Druid Way taught him by Senarius. His eyes suddenly became dark, and someone blinded his eyes with something from behind. Malfurio was suddenly shocked, and the demon soul then slid from his hand and fell to the ground.

He heard Brox's roaring angrily, and the sound of the battle axe hitting the stone. Then another bang, and the orc suddenly disappeared.

A heavy breathing sound came from his ears. Malfurion heard the sound of the Night Blade Leopard. The appearance of the Night Blade Leopard made the druid understand that the people who attacked them were getting closer and closer to them. However, the Burning Leopard would not use the Night Blade Leopard. As far as he knew, only the Night Elf could use it.

Could this person be a night elf?

"Who is it?"

"Thank you!"

When Malfurion heard the voice of this man, he was suddenly shocked.

He heard a sound of footsteps, and someone came towards him. Another scratching sound came. The man picked up something from the ground and picked up the tempting golden disc.
Chapter completed!