Chapter 1088 The arrival of the polluter and the reactions of all parties
Nowadays, most of East Weald has fallen into the hands of the Scourge. Only a corner of An'an, with the Holy Light's Hope Chapel not blocking the route of the Scourge, Caolin Crossing and Tyr's Hand, are still stubbornly held by the Knights of the Silver Hand.
of holding in hand.
Because of Sharlayan's suggestion, Kel'Thuzad deliberately built the portal to summon Archimonde near Darrowshire, which was the ancestral territory of the Garithos family.
After Arthas' ruthless massacre, the radical nobles of Lordaeron, including the Garithos family, and their troops were ambushed by the Scourge who had been well prepared. Arthas' move
Completely solved the worries of internal strife.
However, it will take some time to complete the transformation of these tens of thousands of troops. This is why Ner'zhul chose to request support from the Burning Legion, because he knew that he would definitely not be able to catch up with the main force of the Alliance to return reinforcements.
In this case, it would be better to take advantage of the opportunity of the demonic army to charge forward, and let the Scourge Legion hide in the back to make a fortune, and accumulate the confidence to fall out with the Burning Legion as soon as possible.
Sharlayan was not interested in Ner'zhul's little calculations. In his opinion, this idiot who had no self-awareness was already a corpse that could still talk.
In March of the 16th year of the Dark Portal, under the close attention of scouts from all over the Alliance, Kel'Thuzad, holding the Book of Medivh, finally officially launched the huge legion portal.
Even in the floating city of Dalaran suspended above the shores of Lake Lordamre, you can see the green light of evil energy rising into the sky.
"boom!"
The substantial space vibration made everyone in the Eastern Kingdom feel a sudden jump in their hearts.
A huge blue-skinned demon that seemed to be able to penetrate the heavens and the earth walked out of the portal with its head held high and at a snail's pace.
"Ah~Azeroth."
Archimonde, who was wearing golden armor, looked around with a joking expression: "It has been ten thousand years, and we have finally returned to this familiar world."
"This time..." Archimonde's hand ignited the evil flames: "We will not repeat the mistakes of ten thousand years ago. The flames of the Legion will definitely purify this planet that has been deeply corroded by the power of the void!"
"Buzz!"
As Archimonde took the initiative to spread his powerful power without any concealment, the extraordinary strong men in Northrend and Kalimdor all accepted this invitation signal without exception.
…
"Ha~"
In the eternal palace deep in the sea, Azshara raised her head and looked at the dark water above the palace, with a smile of unknown meaning on her lips.
"Is that brainless fool here again? I didn't expect him to take the lead this time. I thought it would be Kil'jaeden who came."
Compared with Azshara who looked relaxed, Vashj, who was still serving Azshara, looked as if she was facing a powerful enemy.
"Your Majesty, is there any difference between these two people? In my opinion, if you don't take action personally, no matter who comes, it will be difficult for Azeroth to defeat them, right?"
"Hmph~" Azshara chuckled meaningfully: "Don't underestimate the children of the new generation."
"Without the energy continuously provided by the Well of Eternity, the Burning Legion would not be able to call for reinforcements without restraint."
"If Archimonde still only knows how to make rapid progress like in the past, he may suffer a big loss this time. Maybe..."
…
Northrend, Dragonblight.
Alexstrasza, Malygos, Ysera, Nozdormu and Sinestra, who had already received the news, gathered in the conference hall on the top floor of Wyrmrest Temple.
The Red Dragon Queen murmured in a low voice with a solemn expression: "Sure enough, she is here."
"Tsk!" Malygos pulled back her blue hair that shone with arcane light in some annoyance: "If that guy Sarlayan hadn't told us to stand still for the time being, I would have really wanted to try it myself to see if the Defiler was
It’s really as difficult to deal with as you said.”
Due to some objective reasons, Malygos did not fight against Archimonde in the War of the Ancients. The Spellweaver, who was very confident in his own strength, wanted to see with his own eyes the Archer who could defeat the strongest demigod Malorne.
How much does Mond weigh?
"Do not impulse."
Ysera pressed Malygos' shoulders and persuaded him: "According to Sharlayan's plan, we must ensure that we can kill Archimonde with one blow. Before that, we must not alert the enemy."
"I know!"
Malygos rolled his eyes at Ysera angrily: "In your eyes, am I someone who doesn't care about the overall situation?"
Nozdormu, who had just returned, slightly raised the corners of his mouth: "That's hard to say, after all, your illness is not over yet."
"Ah?!" Malygos turned to glare at the sinister Bronze Dragon King with a look of displeasure on his face: "How can you be better than me? Time Dragon King who played himself to the point of schizophrenia!"
"alright!"
Alexstrasza helplessly stopped the two people's quarrel: "Now is not the time to make jokes. You all go back and be ready to attack at any time."
Before Ysera left Wyrmrest Temple, she looked back in the direction of the Kalimdor continent and sighed softly: "For the sake of the overall situation of Azeroth... I am afraid that we will be sorry for our old friends this time."
Sinestra curled her lips disdainfully: "This is a necessary sacrifice. The night elves have enjoyed benefits that should not belong to mortals for ten thousand years. In everything, there are gains and losses. It is time for them to make their own sacrifices to protect the world.
Made some contributions."
"Ysera, don't be soft-hearted at this juncture. If the plan goes awry... no one can afford the consequences."
Ysera nodded with a heavy expression, "I know the priorities. I just hope that Tyrande and the others can quickly adjust their mentality after the war and reintegrate into the ever-changing mortal world with a new mental outlook."
…
On Mount Hyjal, Tortola, the turtle demigod who was sleeping soundly in the lake, suddenly woke up.
As he quickly surfaced on the lake, Tortola said to himself with a serious expression: "Goldrin, do you feel it?"
"snort!"
A rift in space suddenly appeared by the lake, as if it was torn apart by sharp claws, and a giant wolf with shiny fur walked out of the door gracefully.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Of course, that stinky breath of evil energy can be smelled from a long distance away."
Just as the two demigods were looking into the endless sea in silence, as the plants around the lake bloomed abnormally, a voice that was familiar to both of them sounded from the mountain forest.
"Old friends, long time no see."
Goldrinn grinned and responded rather disdainfully: "Yes, we are not like you who have gone through the ancient war without getting hurt."
"Cenarius, there is no Malorne to protect you this time. Are you ready to sacrifice for Azeroth?"
"certainly."
Forest demigod Cenarius replied without hesitation: "I will never begrudge my life if necessary."
"Hmph! Finally you still have some sense of responsibility."
Goldrin snorted softly: "Don't worry, Tortola is at the front, you just need to assist us as always."
"As long as Tortola and I are alive, it won't be easy for Archimonde to hurt you."
Cenarius knew Goldrinn's temper and did not take his eccentricities to heart.
"World Tree Nordrassil..."
Looking up at the giant tree towering from the top of Mount Hyjal, Cenarius sighed softly.
"Everything in the world has its own destiny. Nordrassil has protected the night elves for ten thousand years. Now, its mission may have come to an end."
…
Different from the extraordinary strong men who have already known the outline of Sarlayan's plan.
Although the night elves headed by Malfurion had long known that the Burning Legion was about to return to Azeroth, they never expected that Archimonde would break through the planet's barrier and come in person so soon.
At this time, a fierce quarrel was taking place in the parliament hall of Andarius, the capital of the Dark Sky Republic.
"I disagree!"
Maiev Shadowsong, who had just returned from the Eastern Kingdom, slapped the table angrily: "Tyrande! You know the dangers of that better than anyone else, why would you make such a stupid suggestion?!"
As a high priestess under the moon god Elune, Tyrande has had a bad relationship with her rival Maiev since 10,000 years ago. Faced with Maiev's angry questioning, she did not show any weakness and yelled.
go back.
"Illidan Stormrage is also a hero who participated in the War of the Ancients! And he knows the Burning Legion better than any of us."
"Now that the Burning Legion is back under the leadership of Archimonde, I don't think the Defiler will let go of the night elves who defeated him in the first place. We need his experience and combat power more than ever before!"
The two high-ranking female members of the Night Parliament were spitting at each other, and Jarod could only hide aside with a wry smile, looking at Malfurion who could finally make the decision.
"What do you think? Should we release Illidan at this time?"
"Hey~"
Malfurion rubbed his brows with a wry smile: "For selfish reasons, of course I want to release him. Tyrande's considerations do make sense, but..."
Jarod patted Malfurion's shoulder with understanding: "Are you worried that after being imprisoned for ten thousand years, his mentality will be unbalanced and he will develop resentment towards his own tribe?"
Malfurion nodded worriedly: "I know Illidan, he is a very delicate person with emotions."
"This ten thousand years of imprisonment will definitely leave something in his heart, and I'm not sure whether releasing him is the right decision."
"Well..." Jarod thoughtfully stretched out two fingers and pointed at Tyrande and Maiev, who were still arguing at each other: "One vote for, one vote against."
Then he pointed his finger at himself and Malfurion: "One vote abstains and one vote is pending. Then, why don't we leave the decision-making power to the last member?"
Malfurion raised his eyebrows slightly: "Fandral? That's right. Such a big thing has happened. It's time to call him back from Northrend."
While contacting Fandral Staghelm in the Sholazar Basin through the Emerald Dream, Malfurion asked casually: "Garold, what do you think Fandral will choose?"
Jarod shrugged and analyzed: "Fandral is a typical pragmatist. He and Illidan have no grudges. I guess... he will vote in favor."
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