This was Lorash’s chance. His only chance. His hands wrestled against the roots, and his fingers desperately stretched toward his last two shurikens. It took only a heartbeat.
In that heartbeat, a war raged above him.
The blood elf watched in awe. Shadow‐wreathed arrows and green‐laced magic darted through the air. A burst of dark power shoved Malfurion back, and Lorash felt the roots binding him go loose.
Lorash drew both arms back, shurikens held so tightly he felt the tips pricking his palms. He didn’t care if he poisoned himself. He was so close, so close . . .
Malfurion looked at him, at the weapons in his hands, and the root around Lorash’s throat squeezed.
Lorash heard a grinding crunch. His eyes were still open, his mind was still racing, but his body wouldn’t obey him. His lungs wouldn’t draw breath. His entire body was numb. His thoughts were fading.
“Your kind has not conquered my home yet,” he heard Malfurion say.
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Glad he's back so Malfurion can kill him again.