Chapter 725

Chapter 725: As Expected…

"Maintain the binding Magic Circle, ignore everything else!"

Mor’zul shouted as the Demon Lord was pinned to the ground by the binding Magic Circle, green demon blood oozing from its wounds.

The Storm Altar’s power had dragged this monster from some distant void. The sudden rupture of the void passage battered both its body and soul. The massive Ered’ruin knelt on the ground, teeth clenched as it glared at every warlock, but remained immobilized by the binding Magic Circle.

Compared to when it first emerged from the void, its size had shrunk drastically. The void rupture had harmed it, and being violently pulled from the Twisting Nether to Azeroth had weakened its power.

Clearly aware of this, the demon’s fury twisted its already grotesque features.

Seeing the Demon Lord like this, Mor’zul grinned. He yelled at Jesse, "This went smoother than I expected, Jesse Seso! A Burning Legion lord, eh? Witness the might of us feeble mortals! Keep the binding Magic Circle going—complete our ritual and trap him here forever!"

He laughed, but the sound barely reached Jesse through the altar’s noise.

Even in the inner circle, the chaos was overwhelming. The Demon Lord seemed securely trapped with no visible issues.

Though the warlocks maintaining the circle strained, the demon suffered more. After landing in the circle, it couldn’t even speak—its jagged teeth ground under the pressure.

Controlling this Demon Lord would reveal Ulthalesh’s whereabouts.

As a high-ranking Ered’ruin demon, it surely knew the ancient Ered’ruin tongue—something even the Council of Tirisfal couldn’t decipher. This was more reliable than summoning a Doomguard.

After all, the council’s mages found Doomguards easy to control. If they couldn’t extract Ered’ruin language details, ordinary Doomguards had likely forgotten their own tongue after Eredun spread through the Burning Legion.

As Dethmoora’s superior, this demon was probably the officer who sent Dethmoora after Ulthalesh. It likely knew more about the artifact than Jesse imagined.

Ulthalesh could truly bring disaster to this world—it already had in Azeroth.

Centuries had passed, and few remembered how it swept across lands in demonic hands, harvesting souls.

If someone like Dar’Khan seized that artifact…

Jesse loosened his grip on the Azuresong Mageblade but kept watching the distant Dark Iron Dwarf.

Fezuras pulled a scroll from his robes, chanting while staring at the demon, seemingly assisting the binding circle like other warlocks.

But unlike their excited chants, he looked tense and unsettled.

He didn’t seem to be weakening the demon—more like plotting something dangerous. What spell was he casting?

"That Dark Iron Dwarf is scheming, Mor’zul!" Jesse shouted, pointing at Fezuras. "What?" Mor’zul turned toward Jesse.

Noticing the inner circle’s attention, Fezuras grew frantic.

"I am your master!" he roared at the demon, chanting, "Vita! Tathozqi! Mi…"

It was an enslavement spell. Had Mor’zul ordered this?

Jesse yelled, "He’s casting enslavement, Mor’zul! Your idea? The circle isn’t stable—we’re still at risk!"

"No!" Mor’zul shouted back. "He’s lost his mind! Stop him!"

Jesse wanted to cast Fear, but the distance was too great. Stuck in the inner circle supporting Elaine with anti-summon magic, he couldn’t move. Molofeel stood guard outside the altar with a succubus—even farther.

Mor’zul bellowed, "Someone near Fezuras—deal with that fool! Don’t let him ruin the ritual!"

As Jesse shouted, he saw evil fire ignite in the dwarf’s eyes—his chants becoming whimpers.

The Doomlord gave a muffled laugh. The demon’s will had crushed the reckless dwarf; the enslavement spell backfired…

Albert Fizban reacted instantly to Mor’zul’s cry. With a finger-point and muttered words, he turned Fezuras into a black-furred sheep—revealing his arcane magic skills.

But the sheep didn’t stand docilely. It trembled, teeth chattering. As the Doomlord’s laughter swelled, the sheep charged toward the binding circle!

Evil fire from its eyes engulfed its body in a green flash, startling nearby warlocks.

The Gnomish warlock Spackle screamed a Fear spell at the sheep, but the creature—consumed by the demon’s will—felt no fear.

It lunged toward the center, hoarse shrieks tearing from its throat. Another warlock hit it with a Curse of Agony, but nothing slowed it.

Shadow corrosion warped the sheep’s form. The transformation faded partially, leaving a half-man, half-sheep monstrosity wreathed in evil fire.

The abomination howled, crashing into the binding circle and toppling the nearest warlock—Gladys!

Interrupted mid-spell, Gladys collapsed, spitting blood. With her anchor point gone, the circle dimmed…

An arrow struck the "half-sheep dwarf’s" back, dropping it. Under multiple curses and corrosion spells, it quickly died. But the weakened circle let the Doomlord roar with laughter as it forced its wings open!

Every circle-maintaining warlock staggered. Gladys lay unconscious as the orc Kargal yelled, "Replace her! Now!"

"I’ll take over!" The exiled female warlock Martha Strain sprinted to Gladys’s position, reigniting the circle. The Doomlord’s laughter choked into teeth-grinding as the pressure intensified.

The demon shrank further, cracks weeping fresh streams of green blood…