"Archimonde's goal is still the World Tree——" Tyrande's scream had a heart-wrenching feeling of despair and sadness.
After making so many sacrifices, more than half of the clansmen and elites died in Ashenvale in order to prevent the Burning Legion from occupying the World Tree and seizing the power of Azeroth.
Night elves don't mind sacrifice.
This is their duty and mission.
While gaining the power of immortality and enjoying the gifts of honor and nature, they have to pay a price.
It's just that they can't accept that after sacrifice, they still can't stop Archimonde!
She shouted, and the heroes of the alliance immediately followed suit. Regardless of Archimonde's possible counterattack, they chased Archimonde with all their strength and kept slashing.
Useless!
Mengde is so huge!
Even if it’s climbing, it’s still ten meters per step!
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When such a big super devil is acting shamelessly, taking the attacks of the heroes, even if it is dripping with blood and is on the verge of death, it will rush over and hug the World Tree to grind itself, the Alliance and the Horde really have nothing to do.
The upper limit of their attack power is here. Even if Archimonde gives up his body's defense, Lao Wu can cut off a piece of meat the size of a carriage carriage with every sword strike. But Meng De's bones are super hard!
The hero's unit time damage to Archimonde is still too limited.
"Hahaha! Mortals, you are very brave, but you can't stop me! When I gain the power of the World Tree, it will be the moment of destruction for this world!" Archimonde twisted and changed his tone while enduring pain.
The wild laughter echoed throughout Mount Hyjal.
Every tree trembled because of his arrogance and dropped its leaves.
This is a trample on the honor of the night elves, a contempt for the living, and a declaration of war on the entire world.
To everyone's surprise, McDonald was not involved in the final last-ditch attack.
Standing on the land that was scorched black by the fire, letting the smelly wind blow past his face, staring at the towering tree that Meng De roughly climbed to the top of the mountain, McDonald seemed to be in a trance.
He became a spectator!
Shandris glanced at McDonald, as if she wanted to say something, but Tyrande grabbed her.
Tyrande shook his head.
Shandis was stunned for a moment, bit her lower lip, and said nothing.
It's great that the Alliance and the Horde have reached this point. As allies in a temporary group, no one can accuse them of not being effective. If they can really handle it on their own, there is no need to form an alliance.
Only terrain like Mount Hyjal can create localized annihilation by attacking more and less. If it were in a plain area, the alliance's military formation might be overwhelmed by the demon tide in one fell swoop.
"It's just..." Tyrande and Shandris felt somewhat regretful.
Macdonald, who has always performed so well, would be truly perfect if he could help complete the final blow.
It's a pity that it's just a little bit different.
However, that is the responsibility of the night elves as the guardians of the World Tree.
"Fandral -" Tyrande yelled, and Fandral, who was well prepared, decisively ran to the side. Immediately, a group of druids who transformed into raptors rushed over from a distance, transformed into human forms beside Fandral, and they began to gather together.
Cast a spell.
This is a very weird scene.
Not far away there was a thunderous roar, but this area was so quiet that one could hear it. Fandral's voice was almost the only one left echoing, and all the druids were communicating with the earth with their thoughts.
Ten thousand years ago, the night elf druids, under the leadership of Cenarius and his father Malorne, mastered the ability to communicate with nature.
From that time on, death no longer meant absolute annihilation for the night elves.
When the night elves die in the forest, they will turn into [elves] that look like balls of light.
These ancient spirits who live in the forests of Kalimdor live in harmony with the night elves and serve the ancient trees, which can transform into various trees and grow into living structures.
It is for this reason that the night elves are extremely disgusted with the tribe cutting down trees.
This was not only cutting down their companions, but also digging into their ancestors' graves in a sense.
At this moment, the druids headed by Fandral called to the elves.
Their incantations are not like spells, but more like poetry.
"us--
Born out of trolls,
Different from trolls…
The beginning of everything comes from nature;
Earth and wind, fire and water surround everything.
Then life is born from the water,
Living on the earth,
The seeds are carried by the wind and multiplied to distant places,
given light by fire,
Finally returned to the soul..."
The druids continued to sing about the life, old age, illness and death of the night elves. Gradually, the entire forest and the entire Mount Hyjal were filled with a confused green color.
The elves rose slowly, obeyed the call, and gathered towards the World Tree like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.
Countless twinkling light spots, like stars dotting the night sky, filled the sky shrouded in darkness.
This scene is beautiful!
While most of the tribal heroes were at a loss, the alliance heroes began to feel the sadness inside.
Cenarius stopped on all four hooves.
Shandris knelt down slumped, covered her face and cried.
Two lines of clear tears rolled down Tyrande's beautiful face.
For some reason, McDonald's hands were weak. He stretched out his right index finger to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of Tyrande's eyes.
Unexpectedly, Tyrande grabbed his finger with one hand, and the sadness in his eyes was filled with anger: "You have no idea what this means?"
But McDonald smiled: "You are wrong, I know, we all know..."
After that, he pointed far away in the direction of the tree crown.
"When?" Tyrande was a little dumbfounded.
Even she didn't notice that at some point, three Zeppelin airships were hovering near the canopy of the tree. On the huge balloons, the familiar trident emblem shone with golden light.
"Shh! What I'm going to talk about next is a little secret between the two of us."
Tyrande suddenly found that she simply could not resist McDonald's move of his mouth to her sensitive long ears...
Over there, Archimonde, who had just been pretending not to fight with the heroes of the alliance, suddenly felt that something was wrong.
In this life, he is not as reckless as in history. He does not climb trees only when his health is 10%. If you have to calculate, he still has nearly 20% health at least.
At this speed, he climbed up the tree, and those little mortals behind him were unable to do anything to him.
But at this moment, the depths of his soul, which had never felt fear, seemed to be dominated by uneasy emotions for the first time. What he saw in his eyes filled with evil energy was not a simple elf.
But the world of Azeroth rejected him!
He watched in shock as thousands of elves began to flock toward him across the battlefield.
It didn't have the sweeping momentum, but it frightened him more than any tarsal maggot. It was a disguised form of destruction.
"Poof!" An elf exploded, and the feeling of rejection became even stronger.
