In fact, Rhonin hadn't said anything more - this didn't seem like the method of a Burning Legion lord. As a veteran mage who had participated in the first and second Dark Gate Wars, Rhonin knew very well how dark the souls of those warlocks were. Any soul that was contaminated by darkness would definitely be reflected in its body.
The Burning Legion's demons could not change their nature of killing and destruction. Malfurion's breaking of the seal directly delayed the opening of the Burning Legion's portal. Given the nature of those demons, how could they resist torturing Malfurion's soul?
The biggest possibility is that his master, who had successfully infiltrated the upper echelons of the Burning Legion, had captured Malfurion's soul himself...
Perhaps this is a bad guess. I always feel that Master Duke is using Malfurion's soul intentionally or unintentionally to do something. Rhonin couldn't help but ask himself: Is it really that easy to infiltrate such a terrifying interstellar demon organization as the Burning Legion? If the master is really corrupted and is just using him and other companions who traveled back ten thousand years ago, then...
On the other hand, the master turned decay into magic. When the master was cursed by Archimonde's shadow, he still forcibly transformed the dark power into holy light. The miraculous scene is still deeply imprinted in Rhonin's mind. Duke is the pioneer who taught him and created the great organization of the Alliance. Rhonin always has great respect for Duke.
Two completely different ideas challenged Rhonin's reason.
Both sides have their reasons and both sides have possibilities.
This kind of entanglement almost drove Rhonin crazy.
Soon, Rhonin no longer had the time to worry about these things.
New news has come that High Lord Ravencrest is preparing to launch a general attack on the city of Azshara as soon as possible.
When a group of elven lords were heatedly discussing the Road and plan of advance, only Rhonin kept a cool head.
"Wait! The Burning Legion is not as weak as you think. You should unite with the Tauren and the Dragons first, and then..." Rhonin shouted until his voice was hoarse, but still no high-ranking elves were willing to listen to him.
Even Tyrande and Illidan, who were originally relatively friendly to these time travelers, became anxious because of the loss of Malfurion's soul, and they couldn't wait to rush into Azshara to rescue Malfurion.
Illidan's eyes were even more stern: "Contacting unreliable barbarians like the Tauren? Don't be ridiculous."
Tyrande also shook her head: "The dragon race has been aloof from the world since the birth of the Kaldorei. I don't think the dragon race will participate in the war."
Ravencrest's reason sounded even more convincing: "Lord Malfurion Stormrage opened the way for us with his sacrifice. Are we going to give up this great opportunity to attack for the sake of an impossible alliance? The spell shield that can seal off the various magical veins has been destroyed, but no one knows to what extent it has been damaged and how long it will take the enemy to repair it. Our worst-case scenario is that the enemy can repair the spell shield in a month. So we must take this opportunity to attack!"
Several high-level elven wizards also expressed 'reasonable' opinions, explaining the complexity and difficulty of repairing the spell shield, but also emphasized that it was not impossible to repair.
Judging from this argument, it is absolutely the best strategy to seize the opportunity to attack while the loyalist army can still use the power of the Well of Eternity. Otherwise, when Azshara seals off the magic veins again, the fighting power of the loyalist army will drop by at least 70% like in the first battle.
This is absolutely disadvantageous for the Kaldorei nobles (upper elves) who participated in the royalist army, whether they are fighting against the enemy or increasing the weight of their words in the so-called alliance.
Rhonin was almost going crazy with anxiety. No matter how hard he tried to persuade them, his throat was almost on fire, but he still couldn't extinguish the reckless ideas of these fanatical elves.
But he had another thought that he didn't dare to, and couldn't say out loud - if Duke wanted to repair the spell shield, it would take less than a month.
Only Rhonin, his disciple, had the deepest understanding of the evilness of his master.
You know, Rhonin hasn't even learned one tenth of Duke's "Hundred Hands" skill. Controlling twelve magic hands to release magic at different targets at the same time is already Rhonin's limit, let alone a hundred hands.
Rhonin firmly believed that if Master Duke was under the same conditions, the magic power and destructive power released by Master Duke would definitely be ten times, or even a hundred times, of his...
"Alas——" Rhonin sighed and watched with a bit of despair as the night elf army stepped step by step into the abyss of death.
Standing on a makeshift platform, the highly respected Ravencrest used amplification magic to spread his voice far away.
"The abominable demons are entrenched in our great capital of Kaldorei! These evil beings have captured our most beloved queen and forced the beautiful Majesty Azshara to kneel before the demon god! My fellow Kaldorei - can you allow such a cruel thing to happen?"
"Not allowed! Not allowed! Not allowed!" Hundreds of thousands of elves shouted in unison.
On the vast grassland, there were densely packed square formations. After today's battle, the victory also inspired other lords and elves. Countless elves heard the news and joined the army to defend the king. In just two days, the army swelled to a terrifying number of 500,000.
The lords who had just died in battle were replaced with double the number of soldiers.
Every elf had red eyes, and they couldn't wait to rush into the city of Azshara and wipe out all the demons.
Ravencrest raised his clenched fist high and slammed it down on the podium, making a loud "bang". This loud noise was also transmitted to the entire army through the amplification magic.
"Fellow countrymen! What are we waiting for? For our beautiful Kaldorei Empire! For Her Majesty the Queen! Attack the city of Azshara..."
"Attack! Attack! Attack--" The fierce momentum seemed to be enough to overturn the entire world, infecting every night elf. They raised their weapons high and shouted to vent the excitement in their hearts.
The intelligence about the royal army was soon delivered to Azshara's forbidden palace in the form of a secret letter.
Ironically, Ravencrest's act of saving the Queen not only failed to win the appreciation of the supreme Queen in his mind, but instead aroused the Queen's anger.
"Hmph! You ungrateful old dog, how dare you hinder the arrival of my husband and block the birth of a powerful world of evil energy!?" The queen's beautiful brows were frowned, and there was undisguised anger on her delicate face.
Suddenly, the Queen shouted, "Varosen!"