Chapter 517 Have you forgotten something? (3 more)
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Everyone could tell that Nordrassil was at least a little thinner than before. Although it was still huge, it still smelled like a candle in the wind.
The bark of many trees turned gray and gray, and many of the originally lush branches and leaves were withered and yellow, and even large tracts of leaves were dead, just like ordinary trees losing their leaves in late autumn.
If it were an ignorant human being, he might have suggested cutting it down and burning it as firewood.
Druid is the one who understands the natural world best. If people say there is still hope, then there is still hope.
It’s the tears of the night elves that are flying!
It’s not easy!
The entire night elves lost about two-thirds of their combat strength.
I don’t know how many teams of Sentinels and Huntresses have been cancelled. The Druid Order has lost more than half of its members. The Chimera, the behemoth in the air, is not alive. Only a quarter of the Ancient War Tree is left. The worst thing is that the Mountain Giants are almost completely wiped out.
Basically, everyone who could carry it was dead, as well as two-thirds of the elves in Mount Hyjal.
In terms of high-end combat power, the demigods Cenarius and Malfurion were lost, and Illidan defected...
After making such a huge sacrifice, he finally succeeded in killing Archimonde, one of the three giants of the Burning Legion!
The only thing that comforts the night elves is that the World Tree that their compatriots are willing to defend at the cost of their lives has been defended.
Perhaps it will be a long time before Nordrassil will regain its full vitality, and the era of dense forests will return to this land.
Perhaps at that time, the kingdom of night elves was no longer even there, but at least at this moment, true peace and tranquility had returned.
When Archimonde died, the demon army that had been entrenched at the mountain pass immediately dispersed after receiving the response.
Realizing that the remnants of the demons must be wiped out as soon as possible, Tyrande immediately sent Shandris to lead the pursuit. The Alliance sent Rivendell's mechanized army.
As for the Horde, ahem, Thrall came to say goodbye to Tyrande with an embarrassed face.
"Your Excellency Whispering Wind, I'm sorry that the tribe failed to play a better role this time. Although we really wanted to participate in the pursuit of demons, we lost more than half of our warriors, and the rest are all injured..."
"Needless to say, I understand. The Night Elves will always remember the great help from the Alliance and the Horde. The Night Elves have never had the habit of sneak attacks on their allies, not before, not now, and never in the future. On behalf of Ellu
The goddess of grace swears that as long as the tribe does not take the initiative to attack the night elf territory, our tribe will not start the war lightly."
They share the same hatred, but the Burning Legion is a greater threat.
Without strong enemies, what is left is a very practical issue of interests. As long as the tribe still needs to cut down a lot of wood, it cannot pursue the idea of Ashenvale timber, otherwise it will never end.
After seeing the relationship between elves and night elves with his own eyes, Thrall became somewhat enlightened.
What he hoped for - a world where the orcs and even the entire tribe could thrive and thrive in peace, he might not be able to see. The night elves entrenched on the continent of Kalimdor were too powerful, and he always felt that the two camps would confront each other again soon.
A trace of alarm arose in Thrall's heart, and he asked cautiously: "Where is the Alliance?"
McDonald raised the cloak behind him in a relaxed manner and said: "The hatred between the Alliance and the Horde has never been eliminated. However, the Alliance also does not have the habit of attacking former allies immediately after breaking up the alliance. On behalf of the Alliance, I promise that I will not take the initiative to follow the alliance within one year.
The tribes went to war."
In fact, while waiting for McDonald's reply, Thrall was a little distracted, and his hands and feet were cold for a while. From the beginning to the end, it was his 'taken for granted' to let the tribe join the Sea Mountain to resist the Burning Legion. This was a very risky thing, after all.
If one of them fails, if one of the families on the other side turns against him and refuses to recognize him, all the elites and heroes of the tribe will be blamed here.
McDonald agreed so simply that it made Sal feel a little unreal.
Thrall's left hand subconsciously clenched the handle of the [Destruction Hammer]: "Do you need me to leave any more collateral?"
Magni Bronzebeard next to him shouted disdainfully: "I don't even bother to kill you at this time, so get out! Don't think that the alliance is full of bastards like you!"
Magni spoke in dwarven language, which Thrall could not understand. This did not prevent him from judging from the tone and expressions of the alliance bosses.
McDonald stopped him gently, and the turbulent crowd behind him suddenly disappeared.
Those are a group of arrogant kings and lords!
McDonald's made a gesture and everyone was silent. How much prestige does it take to do this?
Sal secretly expressed envy compared to the various chiefs in the tribe who were still a little unruly.
Thrall nodded lightly. As the chief of the tribe, his momentum cannot be weakened: "The tribe thanks the alliance for its aboveboardness. Considering that both sides have fought side by side, the tribe will not start a war within a year! Of course, if the alliance becomes a war in a year,
Declaring war, the Horde will be waiting for the Alliance army in New Orgrimmar City!"
What he said was neither condescending nor arrogant. If it weren't for the opposite position, McDonald would have wanted to give Sal a thumbs up.
There's no such thing as a bad breakup, the mutual hatred has been so strong that it can't be resolved.
If you want the Alliance and the Horde to completely resolve their hatred, at least you have to have the Burning Legion attack continuously for ten or eight years, and then all the Alliance and Horde soldiers will be in the same trench. Otherwise, don't even think about it.
Well, by the way, McDonald can't understand why Jaina was bewitched by Medivh to the point of betraying her father in history.
But in this life, the historical line has changed too much, so it’s really hard to say how it will change.
At the end of the war, the Dark Elf, Alliance and Horde were like three scarred beasts, exhausted and had to go home to lick their wounds.
Tyrande was naturally very busy. After saying sorry, he left first and made an appointment to have a celebration dinner tonight.
After finally returning to the resting place provided by the Dark Elf, all the big guys in the alliance immediately collapsed from exhaustion.
Especially Magni, he is the worst, and his [God Descends to Earth] state is extremely draining.
"Magni, if you have lasted for so long, you won't lose your life, right?" McDonald couldn't help but asked with concern.
"Yes!"
"How much?" McDonald was a little nervous.
"Maybe this time, my life will be shortened by 10 years."
McDonald's heart ached a bit subconsciously, who would have thought that this damn dwarf's next sentence would actually be...
"The life span will probably be reduced from a thousand years to 990 years."
Grass!
Worry for nothing!
McDonald wanted to hit someone on the spot!
Brian came over on the spot with a bottle of wine in his pocket, handed it to McDonald and took a sip, which was enough to kill him.
"My eldest brother majors in the power of the earth. Well, once you practice to a certain level, your body will become more earth-like and your lifespan will increase, so it's really hard to say."
McDonald's is so embarrassing.
Not to mention the third Bronzebeard, McDonald almost forgot that Magni did train himself to turn into diamonds all over his body, and he became a diamond man. He could also directly communicate with the star soul of Azeroth, which was so awesome.
He was suddenly speechless.
Instead, Bolvar asked: "Why let the tribe go?"
As soon as the honest man opened his mouth, everyone in the room pricked up their ears.
McDonald said calmly: "You guys, you won't forget the Scourge, right?"
