The Fear Guard bypassed the Stone Giant's defensive perimeter from both sides, approaching the fortress, when they were suddenly met with a volley of arrows. Those arrows carried potent Sun Power, which strongly countered the Fel energy within them, and where they struck, large holes were instantly burned through, as if rotting.
Those with injured wings fell from the sky; as long as they didn't die from the fall, they could still survive. Those with body injuries weren't even given the chance to die from the fall; they perished directly during their descent.
Salador slowly lowered his Sunstreak Bow, no longer participating in the attack. That single shot had drained all the magic from his body.
Only the side that flew across the river successfully reinforced the Destructive Witches.
However, as they attempted to land, a group of hippogryphs flew in like arrows, continuously tearing at their wings with their sharp claws. The Fear Guard fell helplessly into the river, consumed by Fel energy and assimilated into it.
The Destructive Witches, seeing all their reinforcements lost, immediately fell into despair.
The Matron said with hatred, "Even if we die, we won't let these elves have an easy time. Everyone, unleash Fel energy, detonate the entire camp, and blow them up."
The Witches obeyed, immediately mobilizing their magic.
Aeon flew over at this moment, letting out a silent shriek towards the sky. A wave of soul fluctuations surged towards the Destructive Witches, instantly causing the magic within their bodies to go out of control, beyond their command.
Unable to mobilize their magic, they couldn't even maintain their Fel shields. The warriors swarmed them, eliminating them all.
With three camps eliminated one after another, Marmotius immediately sensed trouble.
The elven commander had not only seen through his trap but had also turned his own plan against him, annihilating most of his forces. He narrowed his eyes, looking at the other two armies charging towards the city walls.
If the elven commander truly possessed such capability, there would definitely be other arrangements.
Indeed, changes appeared on the magic map.
The ground where the two armies had charged suddenly collapsed, and a large group of Drogbar emerged from underground, launching a surprise attack from behind them.
The demons were caught off guard. Just as they were about to turn to face the enemy, the fortress gates opened, and a group of tall Grizzly Bears charged out, assaulting the demons.
Hundreds of elves simultaneously appeared on the city walls, continuously casting spells and firing arrows at the demons.
These two armies were composed of Fear Guard and Void creatures, their strength significantly weaker than the other three camps. Caught in a pincer movement and subjected to a multi-directional attack, they quickly became disorganized.
Marmotius scratched his chin, knowing that the situation was unsalvageable. So he concentrated his magic, preparing to cast a teleportation spell to leave.
As a Nathrezim known for his cunning, he would never engage an enemy when the situation was unfavorable. Likewise, he would not sacrifice himself for the Legion's cause, even though he could be resurrected in the Twisting Nether.
Just then, a portal appeared before him, and an elf stepped out of it.
"What, I just arrived, and you're already leaving?"
With that, the elf pointed a finger, and a powerful Arcane energy confined the area, causing Marmotius's spell to fail.
Marmotius's heart jolted, and he carefully scrutinized the elf's appearance, "You are Gale Morninglight?"
Gale raised an eyebrow, "You know me?"
Marmotius nodded, "I saw your portrait in Sin'dorei. Azshara had a deep impression of you and said many bad things about you."
"Is that so?" Gale was somewhat puzzled why Azshara disliked him so much.
If he had been valued by Azshara, perhaps the War of the Ancients would not have happened.
Marmotius saw Gale's confusion and said with a smile, "Are you wondering why Azshara dislikes you? Azshara believes that you tampered with the crown when you made it for her. That self-proclaimed clever woman thought she was the most beautiful woman in Kalimdor, but after wearing the crown, it made her doubt her own perception. I must say, your forging skills are truly excellent; that crown is a rare treasure. With your abilities, if you served the Legion, you would definitely gain the Master's favor, perhaps even replacing Lord Archimonde or Lord Kil'jaeden..."
"Heh heh—" Gale looked at Marmotius mockingly, "If Archimonde and Kil'jaeden knew you said that, their expressions would surely be ugly."
Marmotius spread his hands, "I'm only speaking the truth. Even if they can't accept it, I still have to say it."
Gale watched him still speaking with such clever words, and a sense of vigilance arose in his heart.
Sure enough, Marmotius suddenly rushed out of the house, ready to take flight.
Gale reached out a hand, and roots emerged from underground, binding Marmotius. Marmotius abruptly flapped his wings, breaking free from the roots, and took a few quick steps, attempting to take flight again.
As soon as he stepped out, he landed on a patch of ice, immediately slipping and falling.
Gale clenched his hand, and the ice on the ground instantly transformed into an ice hand, gripping Marmotius.
Marmotius suddenly turned and cast a spell at Gale. Gale instantly lowered his head, falling into a deep sleep. Marmotius broke free from the ice hand, looking at Gale with a sneer, "As long as I hand you over to the Master, he will surely not hold me accountable for this defeat."
Sleep spell—this move had always been effective for Marmotius in his past battles.
He walked up to Gale, reached out, and lifted him. Just as he was about to say a few more harsh words, he saw Gale looking at him with bright, clear eyes.
"You didn't fall asleep?"
Gale grabbed Marmotius's hand, "Of course not. All your tricks are leftovers from my own repertoire."
Marmotius panicked, pulling his hand away to flee. But Gale gave a powerful tug, throwing him to the ground.
After so many years of cultivation, Gale's strength was already formidable. He might be slightly insufficient against Abyss Lords, but dealing with a Dread Lord was no problem at all.
Gale controlled the Arcane, transforming it into shackles, intending to restrain Marmotius. Marmotius suddenly rolled over again, launching a massive burst of Shadow energy at Gale. If it hit Gale, he would at least be severely wounded, if not killed.
Just as the Shadow energy was about to strike Gale, a powerful energy protected Gale. It was the energy of Aggramar's Shield, automatically protecting its owner.
Gale sneered, "I told you, these are all my leftovers. Since you're not being honest, there's no need for me to keep you around."
He had originally intended to use the opportunity to learn more about the Shadowlands, but being ambushed twice by Marmotius made him abandon that idea.
The devourer of gods appeared in his hand, its seal instantly removed. Gale channeled the Sun Power within it, incinerating Marmotius's body.
Marmotius tried to struggle, but he couldn't break free from Gale's powerful grip.
Gale channeled the Arcane, continuously refining Marmotius's body. Under his deliberate control, the remaining essence after incineration eventually formed a sword.
mamo tius eater, possessing not only powerful Shadow Power but also a certain degree of blood divinity, was a divine artifact coveted by warriors.
"Hahaha—"
Marmotius's soul flew into the sky, continuously laughing. Although he was killed, in reality, he had intentionally allowed Gale to kill him, so he could return to the Twisting Nether to resurrect.
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