The Second Empire of Azeroth

"What's wrong?" Khadgar asked.

Roger gently shook his head, "It's nothing, we retreat!"

Khadgar frowned slightly. He knew Roger was in trouble, otherwise he wouldn't have given up this opportunity to kill Magtheridon.

"I'll cover the rear!" Khadgar said, raising the Chicken Leg Staff and conjuring a huge fireball to cast at Magtheridon.

Magtheridon waved his spear, scattering the fireball, and roared: "You are simply courting death!"

He raised his spear, and countless fel energies rose from the ground, surging towards the spatial rift in the sky. The spatial rift seemed to be half-activated by the fel energy, and countless fel meteors fell towards the earth.

"Hellfire!"

Turalyon shouted, "Retreat, the entire army retreat, retreat back to Honor Hold!"

The army outside the city retreated directly, but the army on the city wall was in a dilemma. Because of the influx of a large amount of fel energy, the fel moat under the city wall had widened several times. If the soldiers jumped off the city wall, they would inevitably be swallowed by the fel energy.

Khadgar and Roger teleported over. Khadgar waved his staff, and an ice slide appeared outside the city wall.

"Quick!"

Khadgar urged, and the soldiers quickly jumped onto the slide and slid towards the outside of the city.

Hellfire descended, smashing into the city, the city wall, and the outside of the city, rushing towards the Alliance from all directions.

Roger put away the Dragon Soul and the Scepter of Sargeras, took out the Demonbane Sword, and charged towards the Hellfire. The tall Hellfire did not take Roger seriously. Seeing Roger charging over, it raised its fist and smashed down.

Roger suddenly accelerated, rushing past under the Hellfire, and the Demonbane Sword severed the Hellfire's thigh. The Hellfire fell to the ground, and Roger took the opportunity to jump onto its back and plunged the Demonbane Sword into the Hellfire's head. The Demonbane Sword disrupted the Hellfire's magic cycle, turning it into a pile of stones.

Killing one Hellfire did not solve the problem at hand. There were even more Hellfire rushing towards the Alliance.

Some Draenei paladins turned around to hold back the Hellfire, buying time for the Alliance soldiers to retreat. But a single punch from the Hellfire knocked them back. The Holy Light saved their lives, but it could not stop them from falling off the city wall.

Just as they were about to fall into the fel energy, a huge Arcane Hand scooped them up and threw them outside the moat.

It was Roger who saved them.

He used Levitate on the Alliance soldiers, and kicked them off the city wall. With Roger's strength, the soldiers crossed the fel moat and landed on the ground.

Turalyon led the paladins to meet them, and Kurdran also led the air force to attract the Hellfire's attention. The Alliance mages even cast spells to create physical attacks to deal with the Hellfire. But it was still useless, and Alliance soldiers still lost their lives under the Hellfire's fists.

Roger got inspiration from the Alliance mages and directly manipulated four Arcane Hands, grabbing large stones on the ground and smashing them fiercely at the Hellfire.

"Bang bang bang——"

After a round of smashing, the Hellfire around Roger were all smashed to pieces. Sure enough, brute force was more effective against the Hellfire.

Khadgar also cast Levitate on the soldiers, and then used magic to create a strong wind, blowing these soldiers off the city wall.

Magtheridon stood on the city wall of Hellfire Citadel, showing off his power and constantly making provocative gestures. But he did not mean to step out of Hellfire Citadel, looking tough on the outside but weak on the inside.

The Alliance lost hundreds of soldiers, and the casualties were not small. Moreover, the goal of this battle was not achieved. Fortunately, Hellfire Citadel was destroyed by the fel energy wave and the spatial rift, otherwise the lives of the Alliance soldiers would have been sacrificed in vain.

Turalyon and others counted the losses, while Roger was checking the Dragon Soul. It wasn't that the Dragon Soul didn't react, but that it was overused and needed to replenish its power.

But he already felt that the Dragon Soul's power was not as good as before. Dream magic and time magic were still abundant, life magic was still weakening, and arcane magic had completely disappeared.

Roger was a little panicked. Although he absorbed arcane magic to accumulate strength, it was because the elemental spirits were dormant in Draenor. If he returned to Azeroth, he would still have to rely on arcane magic to survive!

He couldn't believe that the powerful Dragon Soul would be crippled, but no matter how he checked, the arcane magic on the Dragon Soul still had no reaction at all.

The inability to absorb arcane magic made Roger irritable, and his mind was full of ways to repair it.

Turalyon and Khadgar asked him to discuss matters, but he didn't go.

Thalyssra tentatively asked: "Your Excellency, your reaction now seems like when we first left the Sunwell."

"Huh?" Roger was stunned for a moment. Could it be that I have also developed a mana addiction? Thinking about it carefully, it seems possible. He had been absorbing arcane magic from the Dragon Soul for a long time, just like the elves absorbed arcane energy from the Sunwell. However, the addictiveness of arcane magic was not as great as arcane energy, and coupled with the fact that Roger had just left the Dragon Soul, the reaction was not so great.

Thinking of this, Roger broke out in a cold sweat.

He knew that he could no longer continue to abuse the Dragon Soul's energy, otherwise, not only would the Dragon Soul lose its power, but he would also suffer torment from suddenly leaving the Dragon Soul.

What's more, there was still the consciousness of the Old Gods lurking in the Dragon Soul. If it weren't for the fact that he was now in Draenor, the Old Gods would have definitely eroded his mind, causing him to end up like Deathwing.

I must resolve the influence of the Old Gods as soon as possible!

Roger remembered his original purpose in coming to Draenor, and he immediately said to Thalyssra: "You will follow Turalyon's command next. I want to return to the Black Temple."

After speaking, without waiting for Thalyssra to react, he waved the Scepter of Sargeras and disappeared in front of her.

Thalyssra scratched her head, organized her words in her mind, and then went to report to Turalyon.

When Turalyon heard that Roger might have developed a mana addiction, he frowned. Now was a critical moment for the Alliance, and Roger, the number one combat force, suddenly had a problem, which gave him a feeling of adding insult to injury.

Khadgar comforted him: "With Roger's wisdom, he should be able to resolve this problem quickly. What we have to face now is Magtheridon's attack. With the Apexis artillery, this cunning demon will not personally attack Honor Hold, but he will constantly send demons over to probe. If the Arakkoa crystals cannot be supplied, Magtheridon will not hesitate to launch a general attack."

Turalyon said in a deep voice: "Solving this problem is very simple, as long as we know where Magtheridon's reinforcements are coming from. As long as we solve this source, Magtheridon will not have enough demons to probe the attack, and he can only rely on the rifts in the sky to replenish Hellfire."

Khadgar looked at Thalyssra, "I need Garona's help!"

"No problem, I'll send a message!" Thalyssra agreed and sent someone back to the Black Temple.

Garona had been teaching assassin skills in the Black Temple, and Roger seemed to have forgotten her. Now that she finally had something to do, and it was still for Khadgar, she happily accepted.