The Well of Eternity. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The original golden water of the lake is gone. The sky above the well was stormy and lightning flashed, illuminating the dark water of the well.

The water of the lake was churning, and from time to time huge waves higher than the palace crashed violently against the shore. The wind was fierce, and the gravel on the ground was swept into the air by the strong wind, whistling by, enough to kill.

A whirlpool large enough to reach the shore swirled in the center of the Well of Eternity, and the well's furious energy was churning...... The swelling, no, is sucked into the center of the lake.

In the center of the giant vortex, there was a huge portal half out of the water, almost as large as the vortex, emitting bursts of green light.

A golden disc, the Dragon's Soul, hovered in the air, a faint golden glow shining on the lake below. Incredibly, the water of the Well of Eternity was unusually quiet where the light of the dragon's soul shone, and it was like an obedient child who allowed the huge portal in the center of the vortex to draw its own power. This is in stark contrast to the furious scene outside the light.

Countless demons continue to emerge from unstable portals. In addition to the tall Demon Guards, there are also winged Doom Guards, and there are also some Eye Demons who look like a head floating in the air with countless eyes, as well as the six-armed Banshee and Eredar Wizards......

A palace in Asaline.

Tyrande was earnestly going about his daily routine - praying to Elune, the goddess of the moon, even though there was no moonlight here.

There seemed to be some noise outside, but the priestesses, who had become accustomed to hearing the heckling of the Burning Legion, was not affected in the slightest.

"Squeak~"

The door to the prison opened a crack and then was pushed open.

Tyrande opened his eyes.

To her surprise, it turned out to be Darth Rema, an upper-class elven mage who often came to bring her food and occasionally communicated with her while the demons weren't looking.

"Darth Rema, how are you ......"

"Too late to explain that much, Tyrande." Darth Rema said as he walked over to Tyrande and pulled out a mysterious amulet from his robes, which Tyrande had seen from Fasqi, who had been ordered to 'instruct' her, and which was used to ......

"Zila~"

The chains that bound the priestess were opened. Tyrande looked at Darth Rema in surprise, the upper elves in front of her had given her a lot of help, but she had always thought that it was just a spy arranged by Aishara to make her trust him, and eventually expose the information that Aishara or the demons wanted to get.

"We only have one chance, and now that the demons are rushing to the Well of Eternity, we need to get out of here as quickly as possible."

"We?"

"Trust me, Tyrande." Darth Rema said solemnly, "It's not our intention to succumb to demons, at least not to those of us. ”

Tyrande stared at the upper elven mage for a few seconds, then nodded slightly.

"I believe in you, Darth Rema."

When he and Darth Rema reached an exit, Tyrande was taken aback by what they saw. From Darth Rema's description, she thought that many high-level elves would flee together, but there were far fewer elves in front of her than she had imagined. Among them, there are also some low-level elves waiting there, dragging their families with them.

Darth Lema was clearly prepared, and there were enough Nightblade Leopards for them to ride.

Making sure everyone was ready, Darth Rema pointed to the two huge wooden doors that had to be passed to get out of here: "Let's rush through together!" Don't be left behind! We don't care about those who have been left behind. There are demons everywhere. There are fierce battles on the road, and it may take several days. He straightened up, and continued, "But we are the upper elves, the most powerful mages!" With the energy bestowed by the Well of Eternity, we will fight our way out, and we will kill whoever stands in our way! ”

Tyrande had no expression on his face all the time, and the upper elves should have known that many of them would die on the road, and they would die miserably. She silently prayed to Elune, hoping that the Moon Goddess would guide her to help these new companions. The High Elves were involved in bringing the Burning Legion to Kalimdor, which they are now doing to atone for their sins; Tyrande will do his best to give them a chance to accept forgiveness.

Darth Rema pointed to the gate, "Open the gate!" ”

Two huge doors exploded with a thud.

"Rush!"

Tyrande urged his mount and rushed forward after him.

…………

Illidan looked down at the great vortex in the Well of Eternity. As far as the eye can see, the green light shines, and a passage outside the real world leads to the territory of the Burning Legion.

Illidan had thought that the Burning Legion's army had arrived in Kalimdor, but it was only then that he realized that the demons here were just the tip of the iceberg.

In that unknown world, countless demons await, full of fierce demons with blue faces and fangs who can't wait to destroy everything.

As far as the eye can see, the demonic ranks stretch endlessly, and there are still some abominable demons in the ranks who have not yet set foot on the land of Kalimdor. Some of these strange demons have wings, some crawl forward, but no matter what they look like, they share a strong desire to kill like the demons Illidan encounters.

Then...... Illidan felt the Demon King himself. He only felt a small part of Sargeras's body, but it was enough for the Night Elf to flee immediately after one look.

Illidan realized that the will of Sargeras, as he had first felt, was only a small part of his true side. The entity of the leader of the Burning Legion existed in that distorted space, and the protective shield could not prevent the adversary from seeing what was going on in Illidan's mind.

If Sargeras had known Illidan's plan, his fate would have been a hundred times more tragic than that of his own compatriots......

"Blind fellow!"

The sound of Manolos' urn awakened Illidan in thought.

"What are you thinking?"

Illidan quickly adjusted his thoughts and raised his head in shock: "Too...... It's incredible......"

Manolos' disdainful gaze swept over Illidan.

"......Soon," his voice turned to almost tenderness, "soon, the master will come to Kalimdor, and the world will be reborn in the flames!" ”

"That's right!" Yili replied with some interest.

"Until then, we want to make sure everything goes well! Night Elves, go get rid of the bugs who don't know what's going on. Manolos commanded Illidan, "Don't let your master down! ”

"I will please the host!"

Illidan nodded, glanced at the roaring vortex formed by the Well of Eternity, and turned away without hesitation.

The horrific sight behind the portal replayed over and over again in his mind, and he couldn't calm down.

For the first time!

For the first time in his life, his faith was shaken.

Is there still hope of victory...... (To be continued.) )