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31. The flaming sky--Wei, Banjiang brothers [5/10]

The battlefield under the World Tree originally housed several very important buildings of the night elves, such as the World Tree hall of the druids, the Moon Temple of the Moon Priests, and several wilderness demigods.

There are temples in this world, as well as the headquarters of the Sentinel Troops here, as well as many dens near the World Tree, etc.

But now, there is nothing here... except a miserable ruin.

The wooden Hall of the World Tree has been completely demolished, and the majestic Temple of the Moon was completely destroyed in the crazy battle between the two behemoths. The entire night elf town is now deserted... Those who failed to leave before the battle broke out

Their lives have long been torn apart by violent arcane magic and cold death. Even if they are so close to the World Tree, their souls cannot return to it, and they are all completely devoured by the greedy world of death.

This should be one of the most sacred areas in the world, but the current situation here is worse than the Whispering Port where the Battle of Northern Xinjiang was fought... At least some living people can be found there, and here, except for the four

Apart from the scattered gods of death, there was nothing left.

"Wow"

Under the manipulation and collision of strange forces, the culprit that froze the ruins of the entire night elf town, the ancient glacier water element summoned by Queen Azshara, was like an unwilling warrior, raising its hands high

, seems to be making its final roar, but no matter how crazy it persists, in the face of the final disintegration, this tyrannical water element is still unable to resist the origin of the water flow.

Its huge body, shaped by ice and running water, melted quickly like falling snow upon encountering the sun. Then, just as it came, it quickly seeped into the devastated land and disappeared without a trace.

Queen Azshara watched her summons disappear on the battlefield with a gloomy expression. She looked back at her arms. One of her four arms had completely turned into a strange black color, and she had completely lost her intuition.

, the cold death frost wrapped around that arm, like a frozen and necrotic body. It was the body that was scratched by Tyrion's sword blade during the close encounter just now.

But the strange thing is that even though the "life" belonging to this arm was completely killed by the "death" covered by Tyrion's sword blade, the queen did not feel pain... as if she was numb.

However, in front of the injured Queen, Lord Tyrion's image was not very good, and he did not seem to be a winner.

The swordsman's robe he wore when he arrived had become tattered, and there were three hideous frozen wounds on his restored handsome cheek, and there was an arrow penetrating wound in his abdomen.

Behind the great lord, there is an evil summoned energy object with a height of more than 7 meters. The evil ghost warrior, which represents the condensed power of death, has lost half of its body. It was torn off by the ancient glacier element. It looks like a desolate one.

Like a samurai, he used two energy swords to support his body. Obviously, this energy aggregate can still fight, but its appearance has become very miserable, not in line with the previous domineering power. Even the fluctuations of death energy have become much weaker.

Obviously, in the fierce and short death battle between men and women just now, neither Queen Azshara nor Tyrion took much advantage...

But overall, Tyrion is still slightly better, because he is holding something in his hand... It is this thing that unexpectedly dispersed the ancient glacier water element summoned by Azshara during the death battle, allowing the Queen to

At a disadvantage in this deadly fight.

It is three stones with an icy blue halo, strung together with a black rope, like a rough pendant. If you put it to your ear, you can still clearly hear the sound of the tide.

Judging from the cracks in the three stones, this thing was supposed to be a complete divine object that could control the sea and flowing water, but it was shattered by some kind of force, and part of it was missing.

"Tidestone..."

Queen Azshara stretched out her hand, tore off her necrotic arm from her body without hesitation, and threw it aside. The wound looked very ferocious, and red blood flowed from the wound, and Queen Azshara soon wore it.

The gorgeous robe was stained with sacred blood, but the queen didn't care about the pain. She just stared at the three stones in Tyrion's hand.

"It seems that the traitor Farodis has found himself a new master... just like a dog wagging its tail begging for mercy!"

The Queen's voice was filled with hatred:

"I knew I should have killed him completely at that time!"

"Seriously, I have to thank you for your angry act ten thousand years ago."

Tyrion shook off the fragments of the Tidestone in his hand, carried the Ashbringer on his shoulders, and said to the queen with a gloomy expression in front of him:

"If you hadn't shattered the complete Tide Stone, I definitely wouldn't have been able to use the divine object with the power of Gorgonas. After it was shattered, the divine power to rule the world dissipated, but in its place were these fragments.

The power split in the stone... anyone can use it, and if used well, it can have some unexpected effects... like now!"

The great lord took a step back, and the Ashbringer in his hand disappeared into the air. Together with the severely injured evil ghost warrior behind him, it also dissipated into the power of death flying in the sky. In the floating black light feathers falling from the sky, the icy blue of the great lord

Looking at Queen Azshara in front of her:

"You lose! Azshara, be decent and leave."

"If it were on the sea..."

Queen Azshara glared at Tyrion unwillingly, and the latter shrugged indifferently:

"Yes, if it were on the sea and on your home court, I might not be your opponent... But, I think there is no need for you and me to be so tense..."

Tyrion glanced at Azshara, lowered his voice, and imprinted his farewell words into Azshara's mind in a form of spiritual communication:

"I will go to "visit" Lord N'Zoth soon... Besides, if you have observed me and my legion, you should know that we treat all civilizations equally... The wild boars are about to be established.

If Naga has his own city-state, why can’t Naga rebuild his empire?”

Hearing this, the queen's eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance. She glanced at the great lord meaningfully. She snorted coldly, waved her hands casually like a queen, and then disappeared quietly.

In the air:

"Very well...I think N'Zoth will welcome your visit too!"

"Cherish your victory, Lord... You won, but only this time!"

But at the moment when the queen was about to disappear, she suddenly looked back at Tyrion, a trace of curiosity flashed in her eyes, and she asked:

"You keep saying that World Tree is useful to you, what are you going to use it for?"

"Can I not answer?"

Tyrion was arranging his tattered swordsman robes. He didn't even look at Queen Azshara, but after a moment, he still answered calmly:

"Okay, I'm going to burn it...burn the pillars of the Kaldorei civilization, force them to leave the cradle, and truly join this great era of world change...This is what I want to do, as always."

"Sounds like a big ambition..."

Queen Azshara snorted mockingly. She looked at Tyrion's figure and asked softly:

"Is it really worth it to turn yourself into a world-destroying demon and let everyone else unite to fight against you? Or are you actually an idealist that I didn't discover? A martyr?"

This question made the great lord silent for a few seconds, and he let out a long sigh like a living person.

"It makes no sense..."

"It means everything..."

This answer made Queen Azshara dissatisfied, but Her Majesty did not delve too deeply into it. Since Tyrion wanted to burn the World Tree, it would be equivalent to the inheritance of the night elves being destroyed. Although this was not the same as the revenge she had expected.

It's not the same, but it's not unsatisfactory. What's more, Queen Azshara is also curious about how a guy like Tyrion will deal with the two little bitch leaders of the night elves.

"Oh, man..."

The queen said her mantra again, then turned around and stepped into the open door of the deep sea without any regrets. Behind her, Tyrion watched Azshara leave, and a vague hint of confusion flashed in the icy blue eyes of the high lord.

Tired, this woman Azshara is really difficult to deal with. The most powerful woman in the history of Azeroth... This is an opponent that is not inferior to the big devil. More importantly, she has a darker side than the big devil.

wisdom.

Even during the confrontation just now, the great lord can be sure that Azshara still has some trump cards that she has not yet revealed. After all, this proud queen has her own purposes and plans, and she is not willing to expose all of her trump cards here.

It is also certain that these trump cards are not reserved for Tyrion. In other words, the biggest enemy in the Queen's mind is not him.

"Nzos, hehe, you idiot, you have found yourself a good opponent..."

Tyrion laughed, and turned around. In this silent hell covered by death frost, he looked at the towering World Tree Nordrassil in front of him. This huge sacred tree seemed to

Feeling the impending doom, every leaf of this towering tree began to sway.

Anyway, he still won...

Since you have won, that is something to be happy about.

"Wow"

A black flame appeared in Tyrion's hand. He placed the flame on the branches of the World Tree and watched the temperatureless black flame ignite the emerald green branches. He watched the wisp of fire shine on him.

His eyes lit up as if they were lighting up the dark night. The great lord whispered in a light voice like he was coaxing a child:

"Nordrassil, the creature that has supported the world for ten thousand years..."

"I know you are very tired... Go to sleep, go to sleep... After the fire burns all things, in the cold ashes, the new era brought by you will definitely be more brilliant... This is not death,

This is new life..."

"Accept the kindness from death and Tyrion..."

"boom"

The next moment, amidst the screams of the World Tree, the shocking black flames rose into the sky at this moment!

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Thirty minutes before the World Tree was ignited, with the end of the battle for the Tide Scepter in Darkshore, the tide that continuously poured from the Sea of ​​Mists to Felwood Forest had fallen. After losing the backup of the tide,

, the great flood in Felwood has entered the ebb tide, and the Nagas who suffered heavy losses from the Dark Blade Legion on the front line have also begun to retreat.

The night elves trapped in Felwood Forest immediately dispatched all their military legions. With the support of the coalition's air force, they quickly advanced towards the battlefield of Mount Hyjal. However, just as they crossed the deep darkness before dawn,

, the moment they entered the airspace of Mount Hyjal, these night elves from behind saw the World Tree burning in the dark night.

The terrifying black flames that were raging like hell were entwined on the towering World Tree. Although they did not emit scorching heat, the scene of the black fire burning was like a burned world, making that place dark.

The sky was also illuminated by a strange pale light, like the opening of the Gate of Hell shining on the World Tree.

This scene undoubtedly touched the most fragile emotions in the hearts of all night elves, and also stunned the coalition air knights who followed the elves.

They just knew that Mount Hyjal was besieged by the sudden arrival of Naga, but how did things happen to this point?

No one knows...

"No! No!"

Every night elf driving a hippogryph seemed to be going crazy at this moment, driving the hippogryph to fly in the direction of the burning World Tree. On the ground, those who followed General Ryan Wolfwalker temporarily escaped from the darkness.

The elf soldiers pursued by the undead blades also rushed back to their holy land as quickly as possible on the ground.

These lazy elves seemed to have gone crazy at this moment. They no longer had any grace or grace. Each one of them howled like the craziest orcs.

"quick!"

In the night sky, Illidan spread his demonic wings and sprinted forward in the cold wind filled with the cold breath of death. Behind him, Tyrande and the weak Malfurion riding on the hippogryph were almost hoarse.

Urging the hippogryph that carried them, the Archdruid had witnessed the World Tree being planted, and he had seen with his own eyes how the fate of Kaldorei was tightly tied to the World Tree.

It can be said that the Night Elf race is inseparable from the World Tree. Once it is completely burned down here, the Night Elf civilization that has been stable for 10,000 years will be completely finished...

"Wow"

Illidan "saw" from a distance that under the burning World Tree, the Kaldorei town was completely razed by the frantic energy. In his ghostly vision, he could clearly sense a silent and cold black hole.

The same existence was standing quietly under the burning World Tree, seemingly waiting for their arrival.

It seemed that he was preparing to invite them to attend this grand dinner where civilization collapsed.

The demon hunter retracted his wings and fell into the night sky below like an arrow from the string, finally landing on the devastated land. Behind him, the huge hippogryph flapped its wings and landed on the ground. Tyrande supported him.

Malfurion walked up to Illidan with dull eyes.

"Bang"

The weak Arch Druid knelt on the ground. He saw the World Tree in front of him that had been completely ignited. The temperatureless flame was destroying the main trunk of the World Tree. The sneaky power was also completely destroying the World Tree.

A sacred object containing endless life energy.

"Why?"

Malfurion raised his head. Under his eyes, the shocking blood and tears represented the unspeakable grief and despair in the Archdruid's heart. He stared at Tyrion sitting in front of him on an old wicker chair.

.Blade of Dawn, he asked hoarsely:

"We didn't provoke you! We weren't hostile to you at all! Why!"

"What why?"

Tyrion, who was wearing a tattered black swordsman's robe, crossed his fingers and put them on his chest, and asked doubtfully:

"Am I not the great devil who destroys the world? If I were the great devil, wouldn't it be natural for me to do such a thing?"

"If you have to give me a reason... I wanted to do it, so I did it... But then again, I don't need to explain this to you. You won't understand it anyway. Maybe you

I don’t want to hear it either…”

As he spoke, the great lord looked behind the three night elves at the angry night elves coming from all over the place. The anger carried by these elves made him a little bored, and he flicked his fingers:

"You brought these bastards here with an angry face, how come..."

"Do you have any opinions?"


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