19 The blood in Silvermoon

Alleria's house was quite large and was located near the castle of the king of the elves. This can only indicate that they are relatively well-known members of the elf society. Although I measure elves by the standards of humans, and this is somewhat wrong. First, elves are a completely different race, even if they are also humanoids. To understand, there are many differences between an ordinary human and a regular elf. The human usually cannot live more than ninety years, but elves are almost immortal. They can live for centuries and even millennia. Their perception of time is entirely different and different from the human one.

Also, the number of magicians that each race has is different. So the elves have many more magicians, as well as knowledge. But with us, humans, everything is somewhat different. The development of magic can only be as long as you are alive. People who have not made enough effort for their own development will not be able to live long enough to gain significant knowledge of magic. Thus, they cannot advance this or that area as far as an elf could. What is considered large for a human magician is not so for elves.

The cultural difference is very noticeable, but also not very much at the same time.

Alleria's parents were wealthy elves, who had already passed the age of several hundred years. They were not magicians but were considered very good hunters and rangers. Not even that ... they were among the best, and this is an indicator. I could not disagree with this. In general, if an elf says that he or she can use bow very well, then it is better to believe him or her and not question skills. Ninety-nine percent of elven archers are better than human archers. And that one percent are elf kids.

The sisters of Alleria were also here, and they were very interested in learning about other countries that I visited. Elves do not often leave their native forests to explore the outside world. The lands that they have now are enough for them, and what the same people can give them. Knowledge of magic? Not funny. Any technology? They are not interested in this either.

In general, communicating with the Windrunner family was an exciting experience. All of them were somewhat unique, and I realized this the very next day when Alleria's father dragged me into his garden, which he had been growing for about a hundred years. He could talk about plants for a very long time and in an exciting way. During these few hours, I learned more about plants than ever before. But I didn't complain. Even such knowledge is beneficial. Perhaps it will never be useful to me, but who knows what the future holds for me ...

The war around also imposed its own restrictions on communication, as well as opportunities. Alleria's family was anxious about their home. They did not want to lose it and therefore were ready to defend it to the very end. I understand them because I would also protect my home until my last breath.

The shield that surrounded the city perfectly protected from all attacks, and even from dragon fire. But what was interesting is that it did not let anyone inside, but we could get out. But the command did not yet have such plans as leaving the territory behind the shield. They were only recovering from battles with the Horde near Stratholme and other places. Many were wounded had to be healed. New tactics developed that would include the altered balance of power. The presence of dragons in the Horde is not at all good for the Alliance. There is absolutely nothing we can do against such an enemy. The fire that the dragons emitted destroyed most of the shields.

Another interesting thing was that it was possible to teleport inside the city without much difficulty. This was surprising since I thought that the barrier would not let that pass either. We could easily get food and reinforcements, but we couldn't send anything from here. If the Alliance army wanted to withdraw from the city, they would have to break through the Horde army. This threatens with massive losses, as well as a lot of blood.

I was not summoned anywhere, even to some kind of local meetings. Although I just did not wait enough time, or I need to start looking for them myself. I'd rather spend this time on my own development. In such a blessed place, it is a sin not to take advantage of this opportunity.

We will sit under siege for quite some time. At the same time, the Horde cannot wait that long, since very good news came from Uther. They slowly but surely destroyed the enemy's forces, thereby, little by little, cutting them off from reinforcements, as well as from food. After a while, the Horde will either need to attack or take on some other target. I don't really like the situation, but it is better than nothing.

The shield that Silvermoon was protecting was fueled by an amazing source of energy. It is called the Sunwell, which was built from the remains of the legendary Well of Eternity. I know little about him, as I have read about this Source in some ancient legends and chronicles. Also, Alleria told me that it is the most sacred place for all elves. And its destruction will lead to the decline of the entire race. It was said in a whisper, in great secrecy. I wonder why she decided to tell me this. Does she really trust me so much… I don't understand… She didn't fall in love with me… I certainly don't believe that.

The lull has been too long, and I feel that something must come. Something very unpleasant. The feeling was very strange and comparable to Medivh when I ran away from him.

***

"Gul'dan," the leader of the Horde said to the warlock. "I don't see your investment in the Horde's victory."

"O great leader," the orc said, hiding his fangs. He did not want to arouse the leader's anger because he would be killed without any further discussion. It was necessary to do something, as the leader refused to let him search for "artifacts" that could break through this barrier. In reality, the orc was going to do his own thing and achieve his goals. "I am working to solve this problem. And perhaps I have a solution."

"Go on," the orc nodded, looking coldly at his interlocutor. He needed to deal with Silvermoon as soon as possible so that the trolls would help him capture the Capital of Lordaeron. These are the two goals he has. Achieving them will bring him an almost unplayable situation.

"I can use the help of creatures from the Void," Gul'dan said carefully.

"No," the leader said flatly, showing his fangs. He remembered well what had happened when the orcs received help from these creatures across the edge of the world. If he wants the Horde to be able to find its place in this world, he must destroy all enemies without summoning these creatures. When all the enemies fall, then he can calmly do what he has long wanted to do. "There must be another way."

"I don't think so," Gul'dan said with a grin. "Either you let me go in search of artifacts, but it will take time, or you let me summon creatures from the Void. Or, the city will never be captured."

"Shut up," Orgrim barked. He very much did not want to resort to the second way of solving this situation, but he could not see another way. He trusted Gul'dan enough to let him go in search of artifacts, but he also could not afford to destroy this world. However, he did not trust the warlock at all, and he did the right thing.

"Then the Horde will die here," the warlock said, feeling that he had found one point on which he could press. "You can't just break through so easily. Even the ogres understand that."

"Good," Orgrimm breathed. He had to make a difficult decision, choose between two evils, which will be the lesser. Frowning, his face became even more animal-like, and the fangs and human ears that hung around his neck only made him even more terrible. "What do you need?"

"Sacrifices," Gul'dan said with a grin. "The more sacrifices there are, the more powerful demon we can summon."

"I will not give you one orc as a sacrifice," Orgrimm told him.

"I don't need orcs," the warlock tapped with his staff. "Humans and elves will do too."

"You will get them," Orgrimm said after a moment of silence and reflection. "I will speak to Zul'jin so that you can obtain the captive elves.

To dig the necessary hecatomb, many orcs had to work hard. The trolls were engaged in the preparation of all the required actions and materials. The orc allies immediately agreed to deliver the captive elves, as they wanted to throw their hands into the elves' bodies as soon as possible. And if for this they need to send a dozen to the sacrifices, they were only happy to do it.

In the center of the hecatomb, the ground of which was smeared with several dragons' blood, all the prisoners were placed. And if someone saw what was happening here, he would be horrified. He would never again be able to sleep peacefully and without nightmares. Hundreds of prisoners sat in circles around a large symbol. They were all shackled and covered in the blood of their compatriots. There was no difference between children or old people. Everyone went to the sacrifice.

Gul'dan stared wide-eyed at what was about to happen and anticipated the carnage he was about to commit. He never had a chance to apply his darkest knowledge to work. And now he has such an opportunity. In his mind, he grinned even harder and pulled out a bone blade, which was made from children's bones. The handle was covered with dried human skin.

As the moon rose in the sky, Gul'dan began to howl a harsh melody. He danced slowly, somewhat reminiscent of the dance of a shaman. But that was not the case. One could only grimace from the black magic that was happening here. Orgrim watched the scene and hated himself. The troll leader, on the other hand, looked at everything that happened with undisguised interest.

Here Gul'dan began his work. The knife entered the victim's neck at each beat, opening it completely, almost cutting off the head. Blood gushed in all directions. Fear and panic rose from the humans and elves, covering the entire hecatomb with the smell of terror. Tears and panic did not bother the warlock at all. He enjoyed the power he had in this hecatomb. He was going to kill them all.

Slowly, step by step, head by head, blood came, covering everything around with footprints. Terror was what reigned inside. But Gul' dan didn't stop. He gladly opened the throats of everyone, killing and preparing for the arrival of the demon. When it was all over, the first star rose in the sky. A cold wind blew and blew as if to the bone.

Orgrimm was not afraid of corpses, blood, or death, but even such a scene could not leave him indifferent. He knew that when his enemies found out about this, the Horde might no longer have a place here. Here either pan or disappear. Clutching his weapon, he looked up at the sky. It was so blue, even black. Somewhere there it turned into blue, so beautiful ...

Gul'dan rose, covered in blood. He plunged the blade into the ground and tightened the spell. The blood below glowed with a bluish light. The other warlocks also began to chant the spell. The blood slowly began to glow, transforming into a giant figure that could only instill fear. This figure looked scary and made the hair itself move.

"You called me, mortal," the demon said. Snow-white hair fell over his shoulders. The bloody robe hung down. His eyes glowed with blood-red fire. Poisonous blood dripped from his hands, which caused disgust. "Your sacrifice was good. But remember, the time has given me wisdom, but not patience."

"Of course, Lord Vladimir," Gul'dan said. He knew that this demon did not like to be distracted from some important business. His name is strange, but no one can say it to his face. Vladimir is a mighty demon, and also occupies an important position in the Burning Legion. "We want to destroy this city, but it is protected by a shield that we cannot breakthrough."

"Weaklings," he hissed so that everyone around him thought their blood was boiling. "I'll teach you how to dishonor Noxus."

He rose abruptly to the ground, spraying blood around him.

"Gather your troops," Gul' dan said.

***

I still couldn't sleep that night. The whole time a bad feeling was in my head. I plunged into meditation, but even it did not help. Something kept getting in the way, pulling me out of this state. It was like the sound of the thinnest string. It seemed as if someone was pulling it on all the time and was preparing to just break it at one moment.

Looking out the window, I saw a yellowish barrier that covered the entire city. My palms were sweating a little, my heart gave a loud hoot, and the string seemed critically taut. What's happening? Summoning the staff and all the ammunition, I put it on and climbed onto the roof. Squeezing it tighter, I tried to calm my heart. I looked at the barrier. Then the string broke, and I felt a terrible cold, from which the blood simply froze. Exhaling, I saw light steam coming out of my mouth. Fear went like a thin feather along the ridge, forcing it to cover with goosebumps.

I hit the house with my staff and made a slight hum. From him, everyone inside woke up, in a slight misunderstanding of what was happening. I peered behind the barrier, trying to understand what would happen now.

"What happened?" Sylvanas asked me, walking quietly behind my back. She was already fully clothed and ready for a collision. Alleria, too, climbed up and began to look in the same direction as I continued to look with a lack of understanding.

"Now," I breathed, still feeling cold. I clearly felt the blood in my veins, and it seemed to me as if it wanted to escape and obey someone else. "Now."

A giant figure appeared behind the barrier, and it seemed to me that it measured me with her cold gaze, from which my soul trembled. Without thinking twice, I slapped the staff again, creating a sound signal. It had to wake everyone up.

A deafening sound went through the whole city, awakening everyone from their sleep. But it was too late. This creature with white hair and bloody eyes waved its hand, and the barrier that protected us was destroyed. Myriads of debris began to fall to the ground, leaving a slight haze in their wake.

"How come ..." Alleria said quietly. "The Horde will advance."

"Not only Horde," I answered her, seeing the figure begin to approach. " Alleria, do you know where Mirel is?"

"Yes," the elf nodded.

"Lead me to him," I said calmly, looking at this demon. I do not know his real power, but I hope he did not appear in all his might. "Sylvana, you know what you have to do. Take your parents. They need to be hidden."

"Understood," the elder elf answered and quickly went downstairs and began to communicate with Verissa.

"Come on," I said to Alleria. Picked her up, we teleported to the nearest tower. It would be possible to teleport to any side of the city.

"There," Alleria nodded, pointing to an area quite close to the barrier. A battle had already broken out there, but it was clear that the Horde was crashing into the city in a wide stream. Teleporting there together with Alleria, we immediately got into the thick of the battle. A wave of magic turned the orcs into a haze. Now is not the time to beautifully destroy the enemy. Sound Resonance is the right magic for this.

The blood of trolls and orcs stained the surrounding buildings, but we weren't looking at it. We quickly ran towards Mirel. I finally managed to feel it. And he is in the heart of the battle. No, at the very leading edge.

On the way, we met two more trolls who were chasing an elven child. Without thinking twice, I fried them with lightning. I know very well that children are very important for elves since their reproduction is not as fast as humans. Some elf ran out and picked up the child. Alleria just waved her hand, and we continued on our way. What was good is that my mana recovered very quickly. This is all thanks to the Sunwell.

Flashes of magic, the sounds of battle reached us. Alleria had already placed an arrow on her bow and climbed the nearest building. An orc with an almost severed head fell from there. A quick spell, and I fly home to the elf. A powerful magical blow rips off part of the orc's body. On the ground, besides the creatures from the Horde, the soldiers of the Alliance were also lying. They were killed.

"We need to move forward," I said to Alleria, seeing the giant approaching quickly. The first spells were already flying at him, but in a second, he shrank. It just didn't mean that his strength had also diminished. A wave of magic even reached me.

Jumping from building to building, we continued our course. A squad of people faced the orcs, who were slowly crushing them since they had the advantage. Without thinking twice, I created a spell. A powerful magical blow exploded in the ranks of the trolls, scattering them like broken dolls. Then I did not observe this since the Alliance's soldiers immediately began to cut and finish off the attacking trolls. Alleria continued to follow me.

And so we finally got to the place of the battle. Now it is quite there.

Jumping down, I saw dozens of corpses of Alliance soldiers lying in pools of their blood. This blood bubbled slowly. Mirel stood in front of this demon, who broke through the shield and observed. They didn't attack each other for now.

I came even closer, and only now they paid attention to me. The demon looked at me and tilted its head to the side. Alleria stood behind me with an arrow ready. Then he had a smile and his hair lifted from the nonexistent wind.

"It will be difficult," said the archmage in a cold tone. "We need to hold out for a while until help arrives."

Nodding my head to him, I tightened my grip on the staff.

"Hehe," the demon said, and then a bloody glow appeared around him. "Well, let's see what you are capable of!"

He lunged forward abruptly. A sword of blood appeared in his hand, which immediately rushed towards Alleria. It seems that he decided to knock out someone who definitely cannot defend with magic from his attack. But I can't just let him kill a person who has become important to me.

I took a step towards Alleria, covering her with myself, creating a powerful shield. The blade of blood froze as it slammed into the barrier. The demon only smiled, and then my barrier cracked, but it still hadn't burst. At that moment, Mirel's beam was supposed to hit the blonde, but he crumbled in a bloody spray that began to fly at high speed towards Alleria. With a jerk, I turned around and pulled the elf towards me. Magic flooded my body, allowing me to move and react very quickly. In a second, where she stood, bloody thorns appeared that could pierce her and break.

"Not bad," demon said. "You remind me of one of my enemies! And that's why I will destroy you and drink your blood!"

I teleported to the side, leaving with Alleria from his attack. Mirel again attacked the white-haired demon, but he did not even pay attention to this attack. A cloud of ice icicles fell from his hand, turning the entire area around him into ice, which began to slowly melt.

The demon sharply threw a blood clot at us, but I again grabbed Alleria, and we jumped aside. The elf at this time shot from her bow, which struck the demon. Only the arrow did not harm him but only stopped him for a few seconds.

"You are fighting well," the demon hissed. Then his appearance swam somewhat, and instead of a normal face, we saw his true, demonic. "And as a reward, I will take your power source. It is interesting to me."

"Never," Alleria hissed like an angry cat. "Do you hear, you never ..."

"Sha!" He said and waved his hand. The spell was cast so quickly that I didn't even have time to react. "You don't have a right to speak when mages communicate."

"Uwu, blll," Alleria tried to say, but the spell was gripping her mouth with might and main.

"Well, if you don't want to die painlessly," he said—claws formed from blood on his hands. "Then ..."

"Destroy him, warriors of the Alliance!" shouted a human voice. A dozen knights ran out of the smoke. They quickly began to surround this demon. "Execute!"

"Pf," the demon just snorted, and then seemed to blur in bloody flashes. In a few seconds, the entire dozen was already torn into many pieces. They could not even oppose anything to him. If this is his real speed, then I don't think we can do anything here.

Gripping Alleria's hand, I used one spell to undo the one already cast. This is an uncomplicated art. The only thing that it takes is time to bring this spell to shine.

"Is that all?" The demon asked quietly and then laughed loudly. "Then you will fall under the heel of the Burning Legion. Die!"

In the next instant, our salvation came. A very powerful portal opened, and five archmages emerged from it. They were all dressed in Kirin Tor's uniforms. The magicians threw the demon back in a powerful wave and then began to weave complex spells. Several snow-white rays hit the demon. In order not to stand idle, I began to weave an exorcism spell.

"Is that all?" A cold voice asked. "I thought you could show me something. You are not worthy of all my strength."

"Perhaps," Krasus replied in a cold tone. There was a scorching aura around him. It seemed that she could turn into lava flows at any moment. "But we also prepared for you."

"And how did you prepare?" The demon asked with a smile.

"You will see," the archmage replied, and then pulled a small silvery figurine out of his bag. I wonder what kind of statuette is this ... I don't feel a drop of magical power from it.

"Come on," the demon said, and then added. "As we speak here, the Horde is destroying your city."

"No," Krasus nodded. "I delivered forty more Kirin Tor battlemages. They are all worked groups."

In the next second, he laid the statue down on the ground. It depicted a female body in some kind of dance. How interesting. In the next second, all the archmages who arrived with Krasus directed energy to this figurine, causing it to be covered by the silvery light. Strange, dance music sounded around. She seemed to be pouring out of nowhere. The demon frowned and began to look closely at this figurine. It seems that he doesn't really like what should appear from the figurine.

The magic from the archmages was slowly leaking into this statuette. With every second, the amount of energy that was in them diminished.

"I will not allow that!" The demon roared and then launched a powerful wave of blood. Only Mirel and I could protect the mages. Without thinking twice, we created two barriers. The archmage covered mine with his barrier. Only because of this were we able to contain this attack, which uprooted some earth areas. "Die!"

He clapped his hands, and I felt the blood inside my body start running wildly. It seemed as if someone had put a pump inside my body. It got very hot in a second. The magical energy tried to stop it, but it just didn't have time. Alleria dropped to her knees and clutched at her throat, blood slowly dripping from her nose.

Barely overcoming the pain, I began to freeze ice blocks around us. They helped somewhat but immediately began to melt. It was very difficult. My eyes were scorching hot. My mouth was parched as if I was in the desert without a drop of water for several months. The urge to drink became unbearable. Looking at my hand, I noticed how my hands were slowly drying up. It is necessary to bring down this curse somehow. I don't want to die so quickly here. No ... I still have so much to do.

Exhaling, I mentally relaxed and let my magic calmly cover my body. At this time, my soul also woke up and began to slowly spread its "wings." The energy started to flow like a deep river into the surrounding space, obeying my desire to deactivate the curse that affected us. It was not very easy, but I felt how slowly it becomes easier to breathe, how my heart calms down from its crazy rhythm, and it becomes cooler around. I covered Alleria like a blanket with my magic, giving her a sense of calm and security. I tried to convey this feeling to other magicians. And it seems to me that it worked.

"You also throw buffs," the demon hissed with anger in his voice. "Why can't you just die, you bastard?"

"We're done now," Krasus said, pointing to the statuette, which began to emit a silvery light. "But we will not be able to fight further since we have no strength left."

"But what about the potions?" I asked them.

"We're empty," Krasus replied calmly. "After this spell that we used, it is forbidden to take any potion."

Looking at him with a slight surprise, I nodded my head. I wonder why it is impossible to take potions after this spell. I will need to find out later. Turning to Alleria, I saw that she was lying unconscious. Sitting beside her, I felt a pulse. She's alive, that's good.

At this time, the figurine cracked and then exploded, showing the figure. As the golden-silver fireflies dissolved, a female figure with long black hair appeared before us. Five blades hung behind her. She was dressed in light steel armor with fabric inlays. With a gentle movement, like a cat, she grabbed two more of her swords that appeared out of nowhere and swung them, releasing a stream of cold wind.

"Irelia of Ionia," the demon hissed. "It looks like your army, what do you call it? Army of the Light? It looks like it has nothing to do."

"Bloody Magician Vladimir," she replied in a pleasant chesty voice. "I will not allow you to destroy these people. I will fulfill my duty."

"Well, well," said the demon, whom she named Vladimir. "We'll see that ..."

The next second he lunged forward. Blood clots swirled around him. Irelia stepped gently, then dodged the bloody sword. In the next second, she rushed forward herself, ready to impale the demon. Vladimir did not wait but used a spell that was already familiar to me and disappeared in the blood to change his position to a better one.

Irelia was not long in coming. She flashed with yellow light and, with a confident roar, instantly found herself near him. She threw out her blades, and they sparkled with silvery light, creating a strange barrier. Vladimir covered himself with a snow-white sphere that reflected all the damage. She flashed and disappeared. At this time, in all directions from him, scattered a wave of blood, which burned the ground.

Summoned warrior jumped over this wave and forcefully kicked the demon. At high speed and with great force, he crashed into the house, demolishing the wall with his back. The wall began to slowly fall down.

Irelia jumped forward, and as soon as she was in a certain radius from him, her movements were very slowed down. And what else is this? A strange armor appeared around the demon's body, which slowed down the actions of the warrior. A sword appeared in Vladimir's hand, and he sharply thrust it into the woman's body.

She screamed and jumped back. In the next second, she raised her hand up, and a greenish wave emanated from her, which instantly healed her wound and slightly increased her speed. Irelia threw one blade, then threw the second even further. A thread appeared between them, which tied Vladimir, not allowing him to move. But this did not last long.

The woman jumped forward, and at this time, Vladimir released the ice icicles I already knew. One such fell into Irelia and entered her body. She cried out in pain. Squeezing the staff harder, I created a protective barrier in front of her, which absorbed Vladimir's next attack, which could be fatal for our assistant.

The archmages watched, exhausted, as the battle proceeded. There was nothing they could do. Meryl just stood there like a statue. I tried to feel something in him, but there was nothing there ... Only emptiness as if this person had never been here. I do not understand…

Irelia rushed forward and thrust her blades into Vladimir. In the end, he managed to wave his hand, and a transparent light appeared around her, which began to slowly kill her. Vladimir fell and grunted.

"I didn't lose here," he said and coughed. "We'll meet again, Irelia."

In the next second, his body crumbled in blood, and almost instantly, it became easier to breathe around. It seemed that bloody darkness had left the world. Several blue crystals fell to the ground. Irelia fell to the ground as well, and her blades clang loudly. She sat on her knees and looked up at the sky. Hell, it looks like this spell is killing her slowly. I need to help her somehow.

Running up to her, I created a healing spell. Immediately pointing it at the girl, I saw that she slowly began to relax. But this fire continued to kill her. I pulled a bottle of regeneration potion out of my bag and gave it to Irelia to drink. Grabbing her, I laid her on her back.

Another healing spell escaped my hand and slowly enveloped the woman. In the next second, the fire disappeared, and Irelia breathed more freely. She opened her eyes, and I almost drowned in these blue pools. The blades that were off to the side trembled and returned to the woman's hands.

She got up.

"Thanks," she said to me. "Thanks for the treatment. If I had more time, I would dance for you. But ... sorry."

"Eh," I waved my hand. "Well, okay."

Irelia nodded, and then a bluish circle appeared around her, which went somewhere in between the worlds. Krasus went up to her and said nothing. In the next second, she disappeared into a stream of the blue beam.

The statuette that represented Irelia simply dissolved into space, disappearing without a trace.

"I never thought we had such artifacts," I said to Krasus.

"This artifact summoning Legend is older than Dalaran itself," Krasus replied. "I once read in the chronicles that it existed even before the first dragons began to fly in the sky."

"So ancient," I drawled and exhaled. "Now what?"

"We used it in the right place at the right time," Krasus replied, and walked over to Meryl, who stood motionless like a statue. "Don't regret it."

" Okay," I nodded to him and also went to Mirel. But he showed no sign of life. Instead, his body turned into a stone sculpture of himself. On his face, one could read the courage with which he met his death. " It's a pity."

"Yes," Krasus nodded. "I knew him for a very long time, even when he first came to Dalaran. And so he died, after so many long years ... He died not in bed but during a battle with a powerful demon."

I closed my eyes and stood in silence for minutes. I wanted to give my last honor to this man who has helped me so many times. Perhaps, if I were a little stronger and knew a little more, I could have saved him ... Or maybe not. It is never known how great that little bit can be. For some, it may be the smallest step, while for others, it will be an insurmountable abyss.

There was the sound of hooves. There were quite a lot of them and several knights, accompanied by magicians, jumped out of the darkness of the alley. In addition, several elves arrived with them. Looking closely, I recognized Lothar, Khadgar, and other known people among them.

"Where is the demon?" said Lothar, looking around carefully.

At this time, I quickly picked up the dropped blue crystals that remained on the ground after Vladimir's death. Although I do not think that he died ... He was simply expelled from this world, but that does not mean that he cannot appear here again. Next time I have to be stronger, because in the universe, as it turns out, there are many more dangerous creatures that I have never met before.

"He was banished?" answered the archmage, in a calm tone.

"By whom?" immediately asked Khadgar.

"By us," Krasus also answered calmly.

Sylvana, who was also here, ran up to Alleria and began to carefully study her.

"Don't worry," I answered the elf. "She will be all right. Alleria just needs to rest and recover from the effects of the curse."

"Are you sure?" The elf asked me.

"Yes, after all, it was me who removed the curse from her and then healed a little," I calmly answered her. "She would be fine, don't worry ..."

"Thanks," Sylvanas said, then added. "If I did not love my sister so much, I would even change with her ..."

With a slight misunderstanding, I looked at the elf. What is she talking about ... I don't understand. Well, okay, never mind.

"Where have you been all the time, Alistar?" asked me Khadgar. "We needed your help."

"I was here," I answered the magician. He just nodded his head, as if he didn't believe what he was hearing. "I helped to kick this demon out."

"The venerable archmages would surely have done this without you," he said.

"That's enough, Khadgar," Krasus cooled the ardor of the magician. "Now is not the time for quarrels. Lord Lothar, how is the defense of the city going?"

"Okay," the knight nodded. "We've lost quite a few soldiers, but that doesn't compare to the number of soldiers the Horde lost. Now they are retreating in great haste."

"That's good news," Krasus nodded. "Do you know roughly which direction they will choose?"

"Uther should already be blocking access to the Hinterlands, so there is only one way for them, through Alterac," Lothar said, looking up at the sky, where the sun was slowly rising. Over the city, black haze developed from the houses set on fire by the Horde. "Pernold will be able to delay them for a month, allowing us to block the path and destroy them."

"That's good," Krasus nodded. "I already have a presentiment that this war will soon end."

"And dragons?" asked Lothar. "The dragons won't let us end this war just that easily. We simply cannot oppose them with anything."

"The solution to this problem will soon be ready," Krasus replied dejectedly. "I can't even understand why they sided with the Horde."

"Perhaps the Horde offered them something precious," Lothar replied with a shrug.

"I don't think so," Sylvana cut in. "It's impossible to bribe a dragon but blackmailing ... "

"And how can you blackmail dragons?" said Lothar with slight bewilderment.

"Only if someone from the Horde managed to somehow lay hands on the female, or on a large clutch of eggs," Sylvanas replied. "But we won't know until we find a place where they hide these materials for blackmail."

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