Chapter 969 My Master's Predictions Are Like God (1 More)
At the same time, at the bottom of Nordrassil, which should have been very tightly defended, Archimonde's desolate skeleton was still hanging at the roots of the tree, enduring the northwest wind.
It is true that Nordrassil is the holy land of the night elves, but the World Tree is so huge, nearly a kilometer in diameter, including the rhizomes that spread all over the top of Mount Hyjal, and the roots that extend out of Nordrassil.
The Well of Eternity itself is inscrutable even if no one can see it.
This has been a continuous watch for thousands of years. Being able to arrange thousands of people to guard it is considered very responsible for Tyrande.
No matter how hard you guard it, you can't avoid being careful.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, a time when the night elves were most sleepy, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of Archimonde's corpse, taking on the unique appearance of a great demon.
Sasovar the Corruptor is a fear devil who lives in the shadow world all year round. His existence is more like Ysera, and he hides his body in the cracks of space most of the time.
At this time, he smiled ferociously: "Archimonde, this is really not like you. You have been in the universe for thousands of years without encountering an enemy. You were once so glorious. I never expected that you would die miserably in a place like this. It's so embarrassing... Okay...
, let you do your last for the great Burning Legion!"
After saying that, a black shadow suddenly appeared on his hand, and a slim figure emerged from his palm.
An evil force enveloped Anweina, and her beautiful eyebrows kept twitching and frowning, as if she was having a nightmare that she would never wake up from.
Her appearance strangely caused violent fluctuations in the Well of Eternity, which had rarely fluctuated for thousands of years.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
It looked like water, but it made a metallic sound.
Circles of ripples spread out from the center of the lake, immediately creating exaggerated waves that were more than ten meters high.
This is not the beach of the Endless Sea, this is a closed lake on the top of a mountain!
The waves crashed against the shore and the water splashed.
The violent and rumbling sound and vision easily alerted all the surrounding night elf guards.
Sorry, it's late.
They screamed and blew the siren.
Apart from that, they couldn't do anything else. The high-level druids were basically dragged to Teldrassil by Fandral. Unfortunately, most of the top leaders of the Sisterhood of Elune were also absent.
To be precise, Sasoval deliberately chose this moment to cause trouble.
Ignoring the elven guards who seemed to be "far away", Sasoval smiled evilly, wrapped the unconscious Anweina with evil energy, and slowly sent her into Archimonde's dry skull...
Archimonde's huge remains moved.
During his lifetime, the eredar giant longed to rob Azeroth of its energy, which was how he rose to the top.
Even when his soul dissipated, his residual body's thirst for power still never stopped.
Whether it is the Sunwell or the Well of Eternity, they are just pure energy overflowing from the planet Azeroth. It just so happens that Anweina, as the incarnation of the residual energy of the Sunwell, is the best catalyst. She guides the energy that belongs to the Well of Eternity.
Energy was quickly injected into Archimonde's corpse.
This huge skeleton has been subjected to large-scale purification by night elf druids no less than ten times, but some things have become instinctive.
For more than 10,000 years, Archimonde has been using his body to convert all the energy inhaled into evil energy.
When there is no external energy injected, this set of bones is like a truly dead object.
When a large amount of eternal well water is injected into its marrow through transformation, evil is born.
"Wow"
The originally pure eternal well water, once pumped through the bones, immediately turned into a thick green slurry full of evil. Large streams of liquid evil energy slurry, much like the erupting volcano, began to spray out in all directions.
"No! Notify the high priest Whisperwind and the archdruid Staghelm immediately!" The night elves were at a loss. It was not that the druids used magic to stop them. They summoned huge vines in an attempt to block the fel slurry.
of jet.
This approach is brave but ridiculous. It is like trying to plug the gap in the dam with one finger. It is simply impossible.
Only then did the elves discover the existence of Sasovar, and they bravely rushed over with shouts.
Then, there is no more.
Of course, a well-known leader of the Burning Legion cannot be shaken by a mere elite night elf soldier.
Worse things happened one after another: before long, a huge portal opened.
The first person to be killed from the opposite world that smelled of corruption and sulfur was naturally the Lord of the Abyss, the vanguard general of the Burning Legion.
Brutalus!
A ruthless demon who lost both arms due to the war, and then transformed his left forearm into a serrated scimitar and his right forearm into a huge heavy sword!
His loud laughter resounded throughout the mountain top: "Hahaha! Death! Destruction! I love all of this!"
"Go back to your world! Demon!" A heroic elf rushed over riding a huge ancient war tree.
This tree man, with a larger body than Brutalus, seemed to have a chance of winning.
What a pity, one move! Just one move [Burning]!
The battle is over.
"Ouch!" Suddenly, the large tree man's whole body caught fire and turned into a huge human-shaped torch.
"Ahhh!" The night elf riding on the tree man screamed and fell to the ground like a moth flying into the fire.
Seeing that he was not immune, the tree man roared, resisting the burning pain that spread throughout his body, and rushed towards him waving his arms.
As long as...as long as we can get to that place...
Unfortunately, let alone being close, the tree man's movement speed was too slow. At least a hundred meters away from Brutalus, it had burned out and turned into a huge pile of charcoal, kneeling on the charging road.
"Hahahaha! Wahahahaha" the abyss lord laughed wildly.
It was Sasoval who reminded him: "Don't go too far. The master's orders must be carried out! Let's just defeat the mortals who led the resistance."
"I know, I know." But when he saw the star fire spell shot by the night elves, Brutalus couldn't help but grinned: "Hahaha! Your magic is too fragile and ridiculous!"
As he laughed wildly, more small demons poured out from the portal behind him.
The nightmare continues.
A large amount of evil energy slurry gurgled out and began to spread throughout Mount Hyjal...
The attack on Mount Hyjal immediately shocked the entire alliance.
After receiving Tyrande's urgent contact, the Throne Council was immediately convened. Listening to her tearful statement, the leaders unanimously passed a resolution to immediately mobilize all available troops to Mount Hyjal to fight the Second Sea-Mountain War.
The resolution was passed, and McDonald's felt more uncomfortable than eating a fly.
Because after the meeting, Kaizi found him and started by saying: "My master knows things like a god!"
