The closer they got to the Temple of Akolan, the heavier the hearts of the elven bosses became.
In the distance, a sea of corpses surged. It looked extremely scary, but in fact it was just a fake.
Even without the help of Alliance artillery, the night elves can easily handle it alone.
"Bang——"
The mountain giants don't have to pull up trees this time. They pick up the solid stone pillars of Azshara's ruins, which makes them play more smoothly.
With their endless power, a fierce swing and a simple sweep of bending down to the ground can knock away hundreds of zombies or skeletons.
That's right... there isn't a single high-level undead among them.
There are no lichs, no death knights, and no deep sea giants that should be wandering here.
You don't even need to go to the seaside. You can tell just by the deep footprints of the deep sea giants that stretch into the depths of the sea that the main force of the Scourge has withdrawn, taking the deep sea giants that turned into zombies and all the things that can be collected in Azshara.
Together, powerful enemies...
"Malfurion...is he still in there?" Tyrande was almost speechless.
"Yes, the child is still inside." Cenarius replied solemnly.
Finally, after a seemingly fierce battle, the huntress riding a nightsaber easily found Malfurion.
"He..." Illidan wanted to ask his eldest brother what happened, but when he saw the huntress's sad expression that she couldn't bear to tell him, he snorted: "Tch!"
The mystery is revealed!
The Scourge had no intention of hiding what they had done, and Malfurion was nailed to the altar in the center of the temple's main hall.
It was such a terrifying sight that anyone with intensive phobia would vomit on the spot just looking at it.
"snort!"
"Illidan, wait..." Tyrande had no time to stop him, Illidan had already dodged over, raised his orange curved blade and cut off the cluster of disgusting tentacles attached to Malfurion's body with one move.
The yellow-yellow-green slurry suddenly sprayed everywhere, but it was all evaporated instantly by the magical energy lingering on Illidan.
"Wow--" Malfurion let out an unconscious scream.
He did not wake up, or in other words, he could not wake up at all, because his eyelids were tightly sewn shut with [hateful sutures]. Of course, more importantly, his consciousness fell into a nightmare.
"Illidan, you are too reckless!" Cenarius growled angrily and swept his hand towards Illidan.
Illidan stepped aside without saying a word, leaving the seat next to Malfurion to the forest demigod respected by all elves.
"Oh my God! Child, what have they done to you?" As a rare milk daddy among demigods, Cenarius' milk power is quite shocking. This demigod in the form of a centaur stretched out his arms covered with beard roots.
With a wave of his hand, a cluster of green light suddenly fell on Malfurion's head.
His extremely damaged body, especially the rib wounds where the tentacles had been inserted, immediately recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
but……
Cenarius yelled in shock and anger the next second: "How brave! Those bastards actually..."
He pushed forward with both hands and used an emerald green energy shield to firmly cover Malfurion.
The next second, the unconscious Malfurion began to spray liquid out of the seven holes.
Every night elf present was stunned.
"What is this?" Tyrande asked in surprise.
"Damn! Plague! A terrible plague that can turn the living into the undead!" Even Cenarius was so frightened that his spine trembled: "If I hadn't controlled him just now, I'm afraid this plague would be infected with each of us.
If we just go back to Darnassus, then..."
Tyrande was so shocked that her whole body was shaking like chaff. She really couldn't imagine what would happen when the plague spread throughout the night elves.
Will everyone become undead?
A voice suddenly sounded: "We have seen this thing before. It is very troublesome. Maybe it can be purified if the most powerful holy light is applied."
Tyrande turned around and immediately recognized that the man was a paladin of the Trident Legion, what was his name [Black Tea Master]: "Then..."
The elite operator stepped forward to check and shook his head: "No. This is probably the original virus of the [Scourge Plague] planted by the great natural disaster lich Kel'Thuzad. If the plague virus is forcibly removed, I'm afraid even Malfa will be killed."
Mr. Leo will also die."
The Scourge's skills were so impressive that Tyrande, Illidan and the rest were left numb.
Too vicious.
They injected the plague virus into Malfurion's bone marrow, and whether they used holy light or natural magic to clean it, there was a high probability that Malfurion would be killed.
But if it is not removed, the plague toxin on his body will spread again.
As long as Cenarius lets go a little, the poison will disperse immediately.
Maiev Shadowsong angrily punched the pillars of the temple: "Does this force us to kill Lord Malfurion Stormrage?"
"If only it were that simple." Cenarius suddenly took a breath: "Half of his soul was cut away. I sensed that the Scourge Legion was using his soul as a magic circle to open the way to the Emerald
The entrance to dreams."
"ah!"
This time, not to mention Tyrande, all the druids present were shocked.
Two night elf sects exist side by side: one is the Cult of the Goddess of the Moon, which believes in the Moon Goddess Elune, with the Sisters of Elune as its core; the other is the Nature Cult that follows Cenarius, and the Emerald Dream is every Druid.
A sacred place that is absolutely inviolable in my heart.
When Illidan heard this, he picked up the egg knife and wanted to kill the family on the spot.
Tyrande screamed: "Illidan what are you doing?"
Illidan gritted his teeth angrily: "It's shameful enough that he was captured by mistake! Do you want him to become a traitor and let those hateful evil spirits pollute the entire Emerald Dream? If you can't do it, I will do it! All sins will be done by me!
I'll take the responsibility, maybe you can say that Malfurion died heroically!"
At this time, Illidan's dictatorship has begun to show.
"No! If only it were that simple!" Cenarius' face was as dark as the bottom of a pot: "The other party set up a magic circle in the far north. Once Malfurion dies, his soul cannot return to the earth.
It will become the eye of an evil magic circle. It will increase the speed of the invasion of the Emerald Dream."
"What!?" Illidan was dumbfounded.
Tyrande asked anxiously: "Can't we stop it?"
"This... I'm afraid it won't work. Malfurion's authority in the Emerald Dream is second only to mine... This authority is soul-bound, and even His Majesty Ysera cannot take it back."
This time, even Cenarius couldn't help feeling sad.
They thought the Scourge was on the second level, but they didn't know that Terenas was on the fifth level!
The reaction of the night elves' top management was completely ignored!
It was Maiev Shadowsong, an outsider, who was more sober: "Ignoring the problem of Lord Malfurion, we should notify His Majesty Ysera immediately."
Several elven bosses woke up from a dream, and Cenarius immediately shook people, oh, rocked the dragon.
After more than ten seconds, he was embarrassed, and his voice was full of disbelief: "Her Majesty Ysera said that she had started to deploy the defense almost half a year ago. The one who assisted in the deployment was the Alliance's Trident Legion."
Facing Tyrande's expression as if he had seen a ghost, [Chu Jiayun] touched his left shoulder with his right hand and bowed deeply: "Well, regarding dream defense, we happen to be professionals as well."
