Chapter 516 On the self-destruction, no sand sculpture player has ever lost (2 more)
A critical moment!
The situation is so bad!
Such a tall and cute creature, it can climb trees really fast.
Even though he was suffering from extremely intensive and violent bombing behind him.
The elf's self-destruction made his entire back look like boiling water, with dense bubbles constantly rising.
Each self-destruction took away a large amount of his flesh and blood, and even the skin and muscles on his back were blown to bits. Huge shoulder blades and ribs could already be seen in many places.
He continued to climb up in great embarrassment, using a large-character posture regardless.
"Just a little more! Just a little more!" Meng De only had half a breath left, but he could vaguely feel that the opponent's quantity should not kill him.
This is an intuition!
Intuition gained after countless battles!
As long as the power of the planet Azeroth is intercepted, he can quickly repair his broken body and then destroy the world.
Although it was painful and painful, the will of "I think I can do it" has been firmly rooted in Meng De's heart.
He has no way out.
There is no place or life for him to return to the Legion headquarters. Even if he goes back, he will not be able to withstand Kil'jaeden's ridicule.
Originally, he might actually be able to achieve something in this life.
Unfortunately, he met a group of unreasonable guys.
Not many people noticed that the massive decisive battle between soldiers halfway up the mountain had ended.
It's an Allied victory!
Three portals opened in the cockpit of the Zeppelin.
Following the boss's order, countless players wearing flying wing uniforms rushed down like dumplings.
At an altitude of hundreds of meters, under the influence of gravity, it only takes a short period of time.
In free fall, they began to sing.
"I [Guang Ge Budai] hereby swear to the world of Azeroth that I will no longer take the initiative to invade the world of Azeroth. I ask the world to transfer the restraint against me to the giant in front of me who wants to destroy the world.
Devil”
One is like this, dozens, hundreds, or thousands of players are all like this.
Their singing in Chinese floated away far away, and even though Tyrande couldn't understand it, she was lost for a moment.
Just because she doesn't understand it doesn't mean she can't understand the underlying meaning.
This is the oath of the legendary astral traveler!
That’s right!
Even if Archimonde gains the power of the World Tree and even Azeroth, causing the world to be destroyed, the Astral Traveler will not die.
They may visit other worlds and dimensions.
To them, this is nothing.
For Azeroth, it's another story. These guys were despicable stowaways from the beginning, with a certain code that the world hates, and they are not liked by the world.
However, when they swore to give up smuggling, it undoubtedly represented a concession to the world.
The world of Azeroth itself has its own will. Even if this will is vague and the response is slow, it does exist after all.
The most obvious example is that McDonald's discovered that since the number of sand sculpture players died more, the OST required for resurrection has actually increased. Asking the system that the concept of "immortality" violates the laws of the world, players began to be attracted by this Azeroth
Rejected by Sri Lanka's parallel world.
Very simply, McDonald and the elite operators came up with a way to make progress while retreating!
The player swore not to actively invade again in exchange for the world's understanding, and at the same time, he instantly released the world's [inhibition power] lingering on him.
This inhibitory force is the same as the [anti-summoning] effect produced by the elf's self-destruction, both of which repel beings from other worlds.
How powerful can an elf's self-destruction be?
Compared with an ordinary player, they are just a drop in the bucket, let alone an elite player at the level of the Evil God or [Scorching Dawn in the Sky]. Just casually, one is worth a hundred or a thousand elves!
Under the tree, the heroes of the coalition forces were as if they were stupid. They opened an empty space for the boss and watched dumbfoundedly as the elves and the trident men rushed over and blew themselves up.
Except for Archimonde's exploded flesh and blood, there were no corpse fragments falling from the other two.
They are like the purest energy, exploding and dispersing, rejecting foreign enemies, and following the laws of the world, returning to nature and being gently annihilated between the world.
Just because many people don't understand it doesn't mean they can't feel the majestic poignancy.
The elves had long since burst into tears. Humans, dwarves, orcs and other heroes either wept silently or mourned silently.
He is just one step away from gaining the power of Azeroth, improving himself, and even evolving, eventually surpassing Kil'jaeden in one fell swoop, and even surpassing Sargeras in power.
But so close is the end of the world!
He couldn't make it to the last step.
Compared with the pure direct attack of the elf, the self-destruction of the sand sculpture player is more spicy.
These crazy guys use the flying wing suits commonly known as [Bat Suits] to flexibly adjust the angle of their fall, draw gorgeous arcs, bypass the flames he emits, plunge into his wounds, and self-destruct.
Each blow targeted his tendons and joints and other vulnerable areas.
He really couldn't climb anymore.
"No! No! No!" In the earth-shattering scream, Archimonde's flesh and blood was blown away piece by piece, and he gradually lost his voice.
In contrast, the laughter and curses from the sand sculpture players became more and more intense.
[Mumei]: "Come on! Keep up the pretense!"
[Blood Jade]: "Dear, aren't you very good at jumping?"
[Tapi Bai]: "Hey! I have all the cement. [Buried Love] Mengde, why don't you continue to dance?"
[Free Blue Bird]: "Hahaha! I didn't expect that the first time in my life that I fell in love was with Archimonde."
[White of the Four Saints]: "Get out of here! I'm disgusting!"
Others cannot understand how a spirit can still talk and laugh in the face of death.
On the outskirts of the mountaintop plain, an unknown number of night elf warriors gathered around. They held hands and silently watched as their fellow elves sacrificed themselves together with the humans to complete the redemption of the world.
At some point, the aloof and independent night elves developed a great affection for the alliance led by humans.
Perhaps, this is the feeling of heart to heart.
Perhaps, this is the meaning of sacrifice.
This is a feeling that just sweating and exerting effort cannot bring to them.
"Boom!" The explosion became more intense.
From the very beginning to the huge ball of light at the end, it was so bright that the beings below could not look straight at it.
It took five minutes for this shocking explosion to end with a final deafening bang.
The smoke disperses and the halo recedes.
What is presented to the world is not only Archimonde's huge skeleton, but also the half-broken World Tree.
"Goddess Elune is on top! The World Tree... Nordrassil... it's saved!" Tyrande couldn't stand it any longer, and she lay down with tears in her eyes.
Although its breath was weak, and it might even take thousands of years to recover, Nordrassil finally defied its original destiny and survived tenaciously.
