The sneak attack came from a strong and ferocious leopard, a leopard that could talk, and of course a druid.
The only druid who could hurt Sylvanas with such ferocity could only be Malfurion.
Being bitten by Malfurion's claws, Sylvanas was in unbearable pain. There was some mysterious natural toxin hidden in the leopard's claws, and she felt weak and dizzy.
Sylvanas looked at Antonidas with difficulty, praying for his help, but saw that Antonidas had been bound by a golden rune chain and could not move.
Malfurion appears, can Tyrande be far behind?
"It's over."
Sylvanas's heart sank, and she lost all hope.
After the sneak attack was successful, Malfurion turned into human form again and continuously cast moonfire spells on Sylvanas.
Powerful rays of moonfire hit Sylvanas' body, causing her skin to crack and the evil power in her body to be out of control. The pain caused her to scream in agony. At the same time, a silver light flashed through.
Tyrande, wearing silver armor and holding a sharp moon blade, easily cut off Sylvanas' head.
Holding Sylvanas's head in hand, Tyrande let out a hearty laugh:
"Sylvanas, you finally died in my hands. The years of war in Azeroth, the endless battles between the Alliance and the Horde, have come to an end from today. I, Tyrande, have once again saved the world. I
He is the great savior."
The death of Sylvanas symbolizes the arrival of peace in Azeroth.
From the opening of the Dark Portal, the orcs invaded Azeroth, the war lasted for more than thirty years, the confrontation between the two camps, countless heroes made contributions, conspiracy and death, one kingdom after another was reduced to ruins, and the blood of innocents was shed wantonly.
The flow of time, countless families were torn apart, and it finally came to an end at the hands of Tyrande.
In order to demonstrate his great achievements, Tyrande exhibited Sylvanas's head everywhere, including Stormwind City, Ironforge, Gilneas, and the Exodar. Finally, the head was returned to Darnassus and hung on the city wall forever.
superior.
Darnassus was decorated with lights and colors to celebrate Tyrande's great achievements, the night elves sang and danced, and the bards praised the greatness of Tyrande and Malfurion with various words of praise.
Envoys from various countries and major races entered Darasus, preparing to celebrate Tyrande and Malfurion. A grand banquet was about to begin. This was a great moment destined to be recorded in the history of Azeroth.
Standing in the highest room of the Temple of the Moon, Tyrande, who was dressed up, looked out the window. There were cheering crowds everywhere, which greatly satisfied her vanity.
Suddenly, she heard the oracle from the Moon God, and her expression immediately became serious, with a look of sadness on her face.
Malfurion looked strange and asked: "What's wrong? Today is a holy day, and we have become the saviors of Azeroth. Thanks to my calculations, I have long known that Sylvanas will definitely go
Light's Hope Chapel."
"The moon god Elune has sent down an oracle." Tyrande looked pale and lowered her voice: "She ordered us..."
Malfurion trembled with fright after hearing this, and asked in surprise: "Tylande, you heard it right, how could there be such a strange oracle? No, no, mercy will not pass down this from the moon god.
Kind of oracular.”
"I have confirmed again and again that there will be nothing wrong." Tyrande said worriedly:
"The oracle of the Moon God must be obeyed and must not be disobeyed. What should we do? Evacuate all the residents of Teldrassil and the messengers outside, and then tell them that we will burn their homes?"
"You can't do this." Malfurion said in a high voice and shook his head resolutely:
"Don't forget, we have just become the savior, and people outside are cheering and celebrating us. How could we do such an inexplicable thing? It will damage our reputation. Everything we have done, our good
All reputations are gone. We must have a plan, and burning Teldrassil is not easy. After all, it is a World Tree."
Tyrande whispered: "The Moon God told me that the trunks of Teldrassil are already full of an ore called Azerite. It only needs a little flame to burn it. Malfurion, if we
If we don't do it, other priests will definitely do it. If the Moon God is dissatisfied with us, we will all lose our power and even die."
How could Tyrande and Malfurion be willing to lose ten thousand years of power? This would be even more painful than killing them.
On this happy day, the two of them fell into sadness together, sitting on the chair with a frown.
At this moment, an attendant reported outside the door that the leader of the Exodar, the Prophet Rakish, was visiting.
"Prophet Rakish, I've never heard of it." Tyrande looked strange.
Malfurion on the side explained: "Prophet Velen disappeared on the Broken Shore. The Draenei suspected that he was probably dead. The Draenei in Exodar almost fell into civil strife because of the leadership position. At this time, a man appeared
The mysterious Draenei, who claims to be the son of Prophet Velen, is none other than Rakish."
"How can he prove that he is the son of Velen?" Tyrande asked curiously.
"The Draenei naturally have ways to test their bloodline." Malfurion snorted and said sarcastically:
"It is only natural that a son inherits his father's inheritance. However, this Lakish's methods are cruel and he has killed many tribesmen since he came to power. He has no mercy and is especially arrogant and rude. I am afraid that the person who came here is not good, so it is better not to see him."
"Rakish means butcher in the Ereda language. Why would Velen name his son like this?" Tyrande shook his head, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "I do have a good idea."
Tyrande and Malfurion, dressed in costumes and leading envoys from various countries and races, welcomed the new leader of the Exodar, Lakish, with the most solemn etiquette.
Rakish was a tall Draenei, much taller than Prophet Velen. Both Tyrande and Malfurion were sensitive to the smell of evil energy in his body.
As expected, Rakish was arrogant and rude, just like the rumors said. He looked down at the two night elves leaders: "You are Malfurion and Tyrande. I heard that you have become the savior. I can't believe it."
, if I, Lakish, were here, the tribes would have been wiped out long ago, and the title of your savior is exaggerated. I suggest you change it."
In front of many guests, this was extremely rude and immediately aroused everyone's disgust.
Malfurion didn't care and said with a smile:
"We in Darnassus and the Exodar are neighbors and are in the same alliance. They have always been very close allies. Prophet Velen has long told us that he has a great son and he will ask us to take care of him in the future, haha
, the prophet is overly worried, how can we elders not take care of the younger ones?"
"elder?"
After hearing this, Rakish was so angry that his eyes flashed with evil. Although Malfurion and Tyrande had both lived for more than 10,000 years, Rakish was older. When the draenei escaped from the planet Argus,
He's there.
"You two, I am much older than you, so I am your elder." Lakish was furious and shouted loudly: "You are so arrogant and disrespectful to me, and you will definitely face the draenei.