The night fills the air, on a chaotic battlefield.

The elven team was almost within range of the cavern's mouth.

Below, the Sorcery Lord Malakulas stood on the high ground, looking at the battlefield above with a grim face.

"What are those warlocks doing!!"

He clenched his fists and cursed, the warlocks finally summoned dozens of powerful demons, and all of them went after the two children, and he didn't know the truth, he decided that the hellfire's action was instructed by the warlocks.

"My lord, do you need to warn the warlocks?"

The other people who were watching with him clearly thought the same thing, and someone came out and asked.

"No, time is running out, those elves are already in range."

Malakulas shook his head, his face very bad, but strangely absent from the frustration of a great defeat.

"Moreover, those demons, if they can kill those two people, they will also be the luckiest."

Then, he gloated a little.

No one else knows, but Malakulas could guess from afar that one of those two was the elven prince - his characteristics were too prominent. As the heir to the kingdom of the sworn enemy, if the elven prince dies here, it is more worthy of joy than winning this battle.

The moment Malakulas saw him, he felt trembling all over, and he wanted to kill the prince himself. However, reason told him that the success rate was very small, so he never made a move.

The group of paladins just now is the best proof of this, and Malakulas noticed that they wanted to break out of the elven ranks, but suddenly gave up en masse. There is only one possible surname, and that is that there is a presence in the team of the High Elves that makes this group of paladins afraid.

Paladins themselves are high-level professionals, and it is not easy to suppress their actions in an instant, so there is at least one legendary professional in the elves' team.

Malakulas will not underestimate the legend of the elves, although he is also a legendary pro himself, but when it comes to fighting, it is not clear who wins and who loses.

As a troll who survives on intelligence, he is not so reckless, and knows that he can't joke with his last name.

"The plan failed"

Malakulas watched as the elves began to change formation—the cavern was already within range of their spells.

Orcs can't return to the sky

This foolproof plan, at this moment, was declared a failure.

"Shall we withdraw, then?"

The orc warrior asked, he felt that the strength of the two sides was not equal, since the plan failed, there was no need to sacrifice the orcs like this.

The other side has the addition of a paladin, so it becomes stronger and more terrifying.

"Is the Fireblade Clan here?"

Malakulas turned his head and asked, if the Fireblade Clan came to help, he planned to spend the greatest price to hold the elves here and wait for the arrival of the elite orcs.

"My lord, because of the smooth implementation of the plan below, they just turned halfway, and they shouldn't come."

The orc warrior's face became a little bad:

"You know, those guys like to make their own decisions!"

Malakulas' face shuddered, and it seemed that he had no choice.

"Then, give the order to go down, reduce the encirclement of the elves, reduce the losses, and when they retreat, we are ready to pull out the camp"

He gritted his teeth and said that if this order was heard by the elves, even his jaw would fall.

"Although it's a pity, but in the overall situation, we are victorious, these elves, let's wait for the future to solve it"

After thinking about it, Malakulas suddenly laughed again:

"Let's take these fighters first, and fight opponents of the same level!"

The portal, which Kael'thas considered to be the Horde's greatest conspiracy, was easily abandoned by Malacuras.

What the hell is the tribe planning, what is happening elsewhere at this time.

On the side of the alliance, which is still fighting, there is no information at all

――――The elves reached the range of the cave, and the formation immediately turned into a circle.

Melee and rangers stood in the way of the perimeter, clearing the surrounding orcs, thousands of dwarves, and shooting dense arrows from the sky.

The priests recited the collective healing spells, placing tightly connected mantra shields on their teammates in the outer circle, while the two dozen mages closed their eyes and chanted incantations.

The paladins scattered and ran around the perimeter, wantonly killing the approaching orcs.

Everyone realized that they had succeeded, and now their mission was only to protect the mages who cast the spells.

Soon, after more than ten seconds, a blue magic circle began to appear in the elf group.

The mages opened their eyes and collectively raised their staffs, and the blue light converged, and then it became a huge blue ball, and it could be seen that there were flashing electricity all over it.

What kind of spell is that!?

Except for the elves, no one could figure out what kind of spell it was.

Actually, it's not a specific spell, it's just a collection of arcane energy that the elves are best at, and they combine the arcane energy, and the electricity in it is the effect of too much concentration of energy.

It spun as if someone had kicked it, and the blue ball sped up and shot towards the cavern.

"Boom" "Boom"!

It was only a matter of moments from extremely quiet to extremely loud, and the orcs along the way disappeared silently into smoke and dust, but when the ball spun and hit the mouth of the cave, it suddenly exploded into a violent sound, and then the walls shattered instantly, and the earth flew everywhere.

The ball directly blasted out a black hole larger than the cave and shot into the depths of the cave, and then I don't know what it touched, it exploded with a "boom", and the black hole just emitted some smoke and dust, and immediately collapsed.

The whole land shook for a moment, and by the time people opened their eyes again, the cave was gone, and only a cliff a few inches shorter remained.

[It's terrifying magic. 】

The paladins were awe-struck and had a deeper understanding of the magic of the elves.

It's just a dozen or so high-level mages for 10 seconds of magic, if there are more mages, for a longer time, how powerful they should be.

No wonder the Alliance must have High Elves in the war

It's just that what they don't know is that these mages have actually made some preparations in advance.

If Mephites had focused on this, he would have been dismissive.

But what he sees now is a different scene:

――In the midst of the tide of beasts, a silver-white war horse galloped

Free and unfettered

The blonde hair fluttered in the moonlight, and the two young men on horseback also shone in the darkness

【This girl】

Mephites stared at the human girl who was grinning on the reins, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Why didn't he stop her just now?

Apparently Mephites could stop her when she was out.

He remembered the look in her eyes when she broke out of the elven team, and then understood

[Ah, that's it]

[That's the case]

He's regretting

Mephites never regretted his life

From the first time he followed his teacher, the first time he set foot on the arcane way.

His life belongs only to the entire High Elves.

He was proud of himself and never doubted his path.

"But if someone had protected us at the time, wouldn't it have turned out differently?"

Mephites looked at the two of them and muttered to himself.

Kalia, a human girl, reminded him of an elf girl.

That's when he was a low-level mage, and the elven priests who teamed up together.

At that time, during the reign of the first king, Quel'Thalas was just being founded, and faced a multitude of enemies, most of which were fought before even the most protected elves could grow up.

Young children had to take up arms and go to the battlefield with their compatriots.

But he was a disciple of Mephites, a noble arcane mage, so he never had any companions of the same age.

At that time, he was arrogant, noble, and thought highly of himself, and when he was training, he always wanted to challenge more terrible enemies.

There was only a small pastor who followed him all the time.

It was a clumsy and mediocre priest who was always teased by Mephites

However, it was this priest who protected him with his life in a battle

That night without the stars.

The priest stayed on his back and kept talking:

"You're a genius, and adults say you're the hope of the future, Mephites"

"I envy you, I really envy you."

"I don't have a teacher, my parents are long dead, and my talent is not outstanding, but I also want to protect my beloved race"

"If you protect the genius, do you protect more people?"

"Mephites, please live, I don't want to die, but if it's you, please live well"

She was mortally wounded, so even though Mephites carried her on her back to the camp, she didn't survive

Halfway through, her body grew colder and colder, and Mayfites let her go.

"Can you make a pact with me?"

She lay in the grass, covered with Mephites' cape, smiling softly and fragilely.

"Uh-huh!"

At that time, Mephitas was full of sadness and guilt, wiped his tears with one hand, gritted his teeth and agreed.

He sat beside the pastor, holding her hand tightly, trying to make his presence feel like the priest was losing sight.

"Mephites, protect our people, our fragile Quel'Thalas, then"

"Please record the beauty and happiness of the future"

"Come to me when your years are gone, and I'll wait for as long as I want"

- The priest died that night, beside the weeping Mephites.

Thousands of years later, Mephites had seen too much sorrow and pain, but that night, those words haunted him for the rest of his life.

He persevered

After his companions left, looked up or indulged in power, only Mephites still maintained his original faith.

(To be continued)