"Tulani, we have to stop! The warriors can't hold on much longer!"
The Acolyte beside the female Draenei named Tulani was anxious, even fumbling his guidance of the Holy Light spell for a few seconds.
Such a mistake further slowed the purification of Agona Pool, and even the Holy Light barrier protecting them dimmed slightly.
"Don't lose focus… We can do this!" Tulani gritted her teeth, and although her stamina and Holy Light energy were almost exhausted, she still did not stop casting.
Gathering such a team was not an easy task for the Draenei living in Hellfire Peninsula at that time.
However, after Agona's death, his corrupted energy continued to pollute the surrounding land.
What was worse, many demons were attracted here, establishing camps at Agona Pool and attempting to resurrect Agona.
Although Agona's soul escaped Outland after his death, if those demons could repair Agona's body and inject enough fel energy into it, it would accelerate Agona's resurrection.
Outland already had a terrifying Magtheridon, who was constantly commanding his demons and orcs, squeezing the Draenei's living space. If Agona were resurrected, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Therefore, Soulbinder Tulani chose to take the risk, purifying Agona's corpse before more demons gathered, to prevent him from accelerating his resurrection through his remains.
However, she underestimated the tenacity of Agona's remains—in fact, they had too few people available, so few that this operation was tantamount to suicide in the eyes of some.
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The guards Tulani brought suffered heavy losses during their journey, and defending in front of Agona's corpse, the most demon-infested area of Agona Pool, stretched them thin.
The demons fearlessly charged at the protective barrier created by Tulani and her companions. The violent tremors made several priests pale, but they still persevered.
But no matter how strong their will, it couldn't change the objective fact that this was a demon-corrupted land. The Holy Light gathered here extremely slowly, and they had to expend several times more energy and stamina than usual to mobilize the power of the Holy Light.
Some demons, tainted by Agona's demon blood, attacked the Draenei guards with even greater fanaticism. Their power came from Agona's essence; if the Pit Lord's corpse were purified, their power would also disappear.
Under immense pressure, before the guards fell, an Acolyte collapsed first due to exhaustion, falling heavily to the ground.
Tulani wanted to spare some strength to help her comrade, but all her energy was focused on purifying Agona.
"Is it… ending?" Tulani bit her silver teeth, veins protruding on her forehead. She had already pushed the Holy Light spell to its limit, but Agona's power continuously resisted the Holy Light's purification.
After all her comrades behind her fell, Tulani stood alone amidst the demon horde. The Holy Light's protection had gradually dissipated, but Tulani seemed oblivious, stubbornly maintaining her casting stance.
A Demon Guard would not allow Tulani's actions to continue. He raised his demonic iron greatsword and ruthlessly brought it down on Tulani's back, instantly spilling countless drops of blood.
The demons did not seem to want to kill her immediately, but rather chose to continuously torment the priest.
Accompanied by a cry of pain, the intense agony from her back to her brain finally prevented Tulani from concentrating on using Holy Light magic. She stumbled forward, falling prostrate on the ground. The filthy liquid from Agona Pool splashed onto her, causing even more severe pain in her back wound.
"Was it… still just a little short?"
Tulani laboriously lifted her head, extending her right hand towards Agona's remains, but then her hand limply fell. Immediately after, exhaustion and pain caused her consciousness to gradually fade…
The demons grinned, intending to stab their weapons into Tulani's body. However, a sudden commotion behind them stopped their movements, and they turned back with slight confusion to see what was happening.
But with that turn, the heads of a dozen demons were smashed by warhammers, and the demons instantly erupted again.
—The deceased Draenei guards had risen again, dragging their broken bodies and warhammers, and began to frantically harvest the lives of the demons.
These "resurrected" individuals were completely unfazed by the demons' attacks. Blades piercing their bodies, slicing their flesh, or even severing their limbs could not stop their actions.
They were like machines fed instructions, numb and efficient.
Facing opponents even more fearless than themselves, the demons were thrown into a frenzy, suffering heavy casualties before finally suppressing these Draenei undead.
However, no sooner had they managed to completely destroy an undead, than its remains immediately exploded violently, tearing apart several demons while also spreading suffocating poisonous mist from the fallen demons.
Even demons could not escape this mist. This chaotic energy, mixed with fel and death, frantically devoured all living things around it.
In the chaos, no demon noticed that Tulani, who had fallen but was still alive, had disappeared.
Lothar stood at the top of the valley, and across the saddle of his undead warhorse lay the unconscious Tulani.
"A group of resolute warriors with admirable spirits."
Lothar sighed. The number of demons here was simply too great; even he would be in danger if surrounded.
The Draenei warriors he had resurrected with necromancy were able to be revived because their souls had not yet departed, and their strong will made them want to continue fighting, protecting the Soulbinder and Acolytes until the very last moment.
Lothar didn't even force them; these Draenei unhesitatingly accepted the power Lothar bestowed upon them and died in battle below again without regret.
But at least he managed to salvage a "local."
Lothar looked at the unconscious Tulani, rubbing his stubbled chin—the other party seemed to be bleeding continuously, and the blood loss was quite significant… At this rate, she might die before receiving treatment.
Lothar did not want to go through the trouble of saving someone only for them to not make it, and then have to raise them again with necromancy later. That would truly be too troublesome.
After some thought, Lothar conjured a ball of cold wind in his hand, using the low temperature to forcibly seal Tulani's bleeding wounds.
However, this was only an emergency measure. If she couldn't be treated properly in time, Lothar might still end up talking to a dead person later.
So Lothar quickly secured the blood he had collected from Agona's corpse during the chaos and the samples gathered from the pool onto his warhorse, then opened a runic portal leading to the Scourge camp.