28. The death of the polluter---for all my brothers who support me【19/20】
The magic power contained in the Eye of Sargeras can destroy an entire continent, and if it is released entirely within 10 seconds, bombarding the land of Northern Xinjiang at once, the result will be devastating.
Although the dark green beam of light only hit the ground for the last few seconds, it still easily destroyed the Dalaran Plains, Silverpine Forest, and a third of the Alterac Valley.
, the aftermath of the Eye of Sargeras pouring all its energy onto the seafloor and continental shelf even spread to the southeastern part of Stratholme.
Under Tyrion's control, it directly cut two-thirds of Northern Xinjiang lengthwise, as easily as cutting a cake.
"Boom"
The eyes of any creature who dared to look directly at the bright light were completely burned. After the dark green light pillar flashed away, Lothar, who was standing at the top of Alterac King City, struggled to support his body with the War Destroyer.
His eyes were dry and painful. He tried to open them. At the moment when water stains like tears filled his eyes, the emperor of mankind looked north from his city and saw...
The sea!
The sea water pouring into the Northern Xinjiang land from the edge of the broken continental shelf is like a rolling angry dragon. When it roars forward, it can always easily smash the smoothly cut sides of the land.
The scene of the rocks on the side and the large rocks falling into the water always reminds people of mythological biographies.
Although there are always some exaggerated descriptions, such as some heroes in ancient times, who have the power to easily tear apart the world, everyone knows that it is a myth, but now, the scene of this myth has been truly performed.
No one knows who shot that light that destroyed everything, and no one knows whether that light disaster like the creation of the world will come again, but there is no doubt that at the moment when the magic of the Eye of Sargeras began to slowly dissipate,
The eyes of any living spirit in the world that can sense changes in magic power have been firmly focused on the land of Northern Xinjiang.
"Oh my god, oh my god."
On the walls of Lordaeron, King Terenas and his generals stood within the battle line, as well as the soldiers who were fighting to the death with demons, including the demons themselves who had rushed into the world from outside the territory. Everyone
, everyone stopped fighting, and they watched dumbfoundedly as Lake Lordamre in the distance was completely evaporated in a few seconds, and then quickly filled up by sea water rolling in from the end of the horizon.
A scene that resembled a sea of change demonstrated the changes of the world continent for everyone in ten seconds. At the moment when this power that had already transcended the ordinary system appeared and ended, after a brief appearance and a curtain call, those who witnessed this
It seems hard for all mortals to accept it, but it’s not their fault...
Look at those demons. These well-informed Destroyers who have traveled across galaxies and seen the scenery of countless worlds, and even seen the cold dead sun, were completely frightened by the scene that just ended.
The blood of never-ending violence surging in their bones even turned cold at this moment... After all, they witnessed the death of the most powerful demon. They witnessed this evil sect within 10 seconds.
How easily did the world bury the leader who had led them to wreak havoc among the stars for 25,000 years? Please ask...if you were one of them, would you be afraid?
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"Prophet...Prophet!"
In the far northern land, at the end of the Borean Tundra in Northrend, Velen, the prophet of the Draenei, who has lived for 30,000 years, stood sluggishly on the seashore. In the water in front of the prophet,
Everything that happened in Northern Xinjiang could not be hidden from his eyes, but now, this prophet, who was worried about the invasion of demons, fell into a state of confusion.
Velen suddenly felt that he was old, and his thinking might no longer be able to keep up with the changes in this crazy world. Although before arriving in Azeroth, he had full confidence in this world and believed that it would be able to survive the invasion of demons.
Survived, but... But in the scene before me, Archimonde was Velen's former companion. The Prophet understood Archimonde's power and greed for power better than anyone else.
He had imagined how much price Azeroth would have to pay to drive Archimonde out of this world, but now, the Prophet was confused.
He saw the scene where Archimonde's body was completely cut off by the light, and he saw the unwillingness and despair in the eyes of the great demon, and this was only in less than 10 seconds after Archimonde entered this world.
what happened.
"Don't touch me!"
The prophet stretched out his hand to signal Maraad, the great garrison behind him, to be quiet. The prophet took a few breaths hard. He leaned on the staff of the redeemer in his hand and said softly:
"Let me be quiet for a while, let me... let my thoughts flow, I'm a little messy... let me think about it."
Seeing the solemn look on the Prophet's face, the Grand Vindicator thought that the current situation was very bad. After all, even he could feel the movement of demons entering this world. The Grand Vindicator flicked his finger to maintain the paladin defense beside the Prophet.
The officials quietly took a few steps back. No one dared to disturb the prophet's thinking. Perhaps the prophet was considering something very important, even related to the fate of the world.
But... no one may know that what Viren is thinking about now is very simple. It can be summed up in just one sentence, no, two sentences.
"You scared me... Tyrion, you really scared me."
"How...how did you do that?"
As surprised as the prophet were the night elves as far away as Kalimdor.
One of the first wave of portals opened by the Dread Lords opened in a hollow above Ashenvale and Felwood. It was a large portal, but thanks to the human emperor’s warning dozens of minutes in advance, the night elves’ top brass had already dealt with the possibility.
The attack occurred and the defense was as complete as possible.
When it comes to dealing with demons, probably no one in the world of Azeroth is better than the night elves. Ten thousand years ago, their glorious empire was destroyed by the queen's wanton behavior and the attack of the Burning Legion.
Years ago, the night elves sacrificed almost everything to drive the demons out of their world.
Because of this feat, the night elves were blessed by Azeroth. Under the nourishment of Nordrassil, the world tree, all elves will not die. In other words, 10,000 years ago, the group and the demons fought with each other with real swords.
The warriors who fought with guns are still alive.
Following the orders of Archimonde the Defiler, the leader of the Abyss Lords, the tyrannical Destroyer Marlonos, led his legions into Ashenvale and Felwood, but encountered powerful druids there.
The resistance of the Sentinel Legion and the night elves' vigilance against demons enabled them to wake up most of the sleeping druids, as well as those sleeping demigods of the wilderness in the Emerald Dream, as soon as they received the news.
Tortura, the turtle demigod with amazing defense and brute strength, and Ansu, the most active crow demigod in Mount Hyjal, both participated in this battle. The turtle demigod, who was as huge as a mountain, used his body to block the dust.
At the junction of Vale and Felwood, Anzu was flapping his beautiful wings and flying in the air. They joined hands to block the powerful destroyer Maronos in the forest and prevent him from moving forward.
The demons who followed the saboteurs were struggling in the forest awakened by the druids. There were also sentry troops with sharp arrows and swords slaughtering these low-level demons in the rear. This battle was very difficult, and the night elves
However, the top management is very clear that this is just the beginning.
"Maronos, I saw it ten thousand years ago!"
On the top of Mount Hyjal, Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage stared in the direction of Ashenvale, his voice full of anger:
"I have seen with my own eyes how it viciously killed the brave demigod Agamaggan. That was a conspiracy. It died ten thousand years ago!"
"Don't worry, my Malfurion."
Next to the Arch Druid, who had signs of beast transformation all over his body, stood a gentle lady. She was wearing an emerald green dress, dotted with gorgeous gems, and had green facial lines on her face.
There is also a delicate moon gem pendant on her forehead, and her eyes are shining like bright moonlight.
This is Tyrande Whisperwind, the favored one of the Moon God, the nominal leader of the Kaldorei night elves, the high priest of the Moon God, and the wife of the Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage, a person who possesses powerful divine power.
The caster of.
She stood next to Malfurion, but her gaze kept staring in the direction of the eastern continent. It seemed that in these flawless eyes, she could see the scene of another continent thousands of miles away.
"Don't worry, Malfurion, Elune showed me... On another continent at the end of the Endless Sea, in the human kingdom ruled by Lothar, a villain appeared."
"His aura is very familiar to me. We have seen him... Ten thousand years ago, we have seen... the polluter, Archimonde, the murderer who personally killed the father of the Forest King, the Dark One.
The servant of God has descended into this world, and I can feel that his unabashed malice, capable of engulfing the world, is coming towards the Holy Mountain."
"Archimund?"
Archdruid Malfurion frowned: "Is he here? It seems that we have to summon more demigods, so that we can resurrect the fallen heroes as quickly as possible, as well as the Watchers, Sandy
The Southern Legion of Sri Lanka and the druids of Silithus, we summon them back!"
"etc!"
The Moon God High Priest, who had been paying attention to the eastern continent, suddenly said:
"Wait a minute, another force has appeared. It comes from the same source as the devil, no... more powerful than Archimonde. It's attacking it, it's... ah! Light.
..That light is so dazzling...Ah!”
The next moment, Tyrande covered his eyes and let out a cry of pain. Malfurion hurriedly supported his wife. He looked thoughtfully towards the distant east, where there seemed to be a flash of green light.
Pass away.
"What's wrong? Tyrande, what did you see?"
The Arch Druid asked softly. The Moon God Priest opened his eyes with difficulty. There were already terrifying bloodshot eyes in his eyes as bright as the moonlight. She raised her head. After a moment, she was a little confused and a little unbelievable.
explain:
"He...Archimund, he is about to die...by that light, he is about to be killed by that light..."
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"Hmm"
At the moment when the sea water poured back into the crack in the eastern earth cut by the Eye of Sargeras, where the Dalaran Plains were originally located, the broken earth was strangely suspended in the air in an attitude that defied gravity.
Just like the scene among the stars, the fragments peeled off from the planet, large and small, shattered and annihilated fragments, under the magical tide set off by the Eye of Sargeras, this land of great suffering
, has been completely and completely distorted in the form of existence, but from a viewing perspective, this scene does not seem so... ugly.
On both sides of the new canyon where the sea water is rolling and gradually cooling, looking up, the fragments of the earth are suspended above the strait in a chaotic form. When the dark green halo in the sky is dispelled, when the sun shines on this place again
At this moment on the fragmented land, this scene looks so fantastic and magnificent, very much like the scenery of the Shadowmoon Sea in the world of Draenor.
There are also such floating islands suspended above the ground, but no matter in terms of number or area, they are far from comparable to the "scenery" here.
These floating islands range from large to small, with the large ones comparable to a city and the small ones only allowing one person to stand. They are spread across a three-dimensional space of nearly 100 meters above the ground and in the sky. In this newly formed large strait
From east to west, it spreads for nearly thousands of kilometers.
This is the last reverberation of this broken land. After the rapidly changing magic tide here stabilizes, a natural wonder will inevitably form here, provided that there are still people who want to appreciate it.
Among these floating earth fragments, the largest piece, the original city of Dalaran, now has only one-third left, floating like a real floating island, and there
In the center of the completely destroyed city ruins, Archimonde, the extremely embarrassed polluter, the strong man among the stars, only has a quarter of his body left, and his eyes are full of evil fire.
, it had completely dimmed at this time.
He looked at the sun in the sky and cursed it, cursed this damn world...cursed everything else he could curse.
He could no longer feel the extreme pain coming from his body, and he knew that he was going to die.
In a posture of indescribable humiliation, he died humbly in the trap arranged for him by the ants... Even if his soul will return to the twisted void and decades later, he will recover and regain the power of destruction, but this
A humiliation in Azeroth was destined to be unforgettable in his long life.
"Laugh, laugh as much as you want."
The Polluter panted and cursed at the sky, then closed his eyes with difficulty, waiting for the moment when his soul returned to the twisted moment...
"It's really... shameful and embarrassing."
But just when the Polluter gave up all hope, a weak voice suddenly sounded from the ruins behind him:
"Defiler, Archimonde, I thought I would have a lot to say to you when I met you... But when I really saw you, I found that I had nothing to share with you.
of..."
The Dark Blade King approached the smaller half of the Defiler's body. He held two swords in his hands, one of which was screaming crazily.
"Who are you?"
The Defiler asked disdainfully. Even though he was about to die, the devil's temperament and temperament had not changed. He was like questioning an ant. With the evil fire in his eyes pulsing, he asked maliciously:
"You considerate little ant...did you come here to die before I leave this world?"
