Although there is such a bold warning in big letters, in the eyes of the new leader of the draenei, Lakish, this is a provocation and deliberately encourages him to press it.
And just as Malfurion and Tyrande expected, he fell into the trap without hesitation.
Seeing this scene from the crystal ball, Tyrande's acting skills were absolutely top-notch. He immediately showed a look of horror, beat the crystal ball hard, and shouted:
"No, no, Rakesh, why is he here? What has he done? Stop him quickly."
However, it was too late. After the red button was pressed, a piercing alarm sounded, and a firm voice came, echoing in everyone's ears:
"Residents of Teldrassil, in order to protect Azeroth and defeat evil enemies, we vow to coexist and die with the World Tree. The countdown to Teldrassil's destruction has begun..."
The countdown is one hour, and the retreat time should be almost one hour. Neither Malfurion nor Tyrande want to sacrifice too many people.
"It's over!"
Tyrande sat on the ground, as if in despair, and whispered to many guests: "Once Teldrassil's self-destruction device starts, it cannot be stopped. Get out of here quickly and evacuate all guests and people."
As the order was passed on, the entire Teldrassil immediately fell into panic. At the critical moment, Malfurion stood up in time, led the druids and guards to divert traffic, and directed the guests and people to evacuate Teldrassil in an orderly manner.
Tyrande's eyes were blood red, as if he was crazy, and he personally directed the Moon God Priest to capture the murderer Lakish.
When the countdown sounded, Rakesh was also confused and immediately realized that he had been trapped.
To become the murderer who burned down Teldrassil, the only remaining world tree, is no small matter.
After Rakish realized that he had been caught in the trap, he was initially glad that no one noticed it, but he immediately discovered the crystal ball hidden above his head and recognized it as a magic surveillance device. What was even more frightening was that the crystal ball was turned on.
In other words, all your actions are seen by others.
Lakish's heart sank, and he thought to himself: Malfurion, Tyrande, you are so calculating.
The problem is that Rakesh cannot defend himself. This is undoubtedly the conspiracy of Malfurion and Tyrande, but they have no reason to burn their home. Rakish is really unable to defend himself.
But then I thought again, isn’t this exactly the result I want?
The corners of Lakish's mouth raised slightly, and his heart suddenly changed. He did not hide it, and his whole body was burning with the flames of evil energy.
The underground passage was very complicated, like a maze. Lakish quickly overpowered a guard who came to search and forced the guard to help him find the correct passage.
When Lakish returned to the surface, the Moon God Priests had surrounded him.
Lakish was bathed in the power of evil energy, looking down at the group of night elves without any fear.
"Oh my God, this is the power of evil. He is the demon of the Burning Legion." Many guests exclaimed. At first, some people had some doubts about Tyrande. After all, this matter was too coincidental.
When it was discovered that Rakish was a demon, all suspicion of Tyrande and Malfurion disappeared.
"Hahaha, you bunch of humble reptiles, so what if I burned down your World Tree?" Lakish not only did not defend himself, but also took the initiative and laughed loudly:
"The world has changed, and we Draenei will inevitably become the rulers of Azeroth."
"Devil, take your life."
Tyrande gritted her silver teeth, carried the Moon God's longbow on her back, and held a pair of sharp moon blades, and was the first to rush towards Lakish.
Lakish was tall, his fists were wrapped in burning evil energy, and he punched straight through.
Tyrande's pair of moon blades slashed on his fists, causing a burst of sparks to fly, but his fists were intact. Tyrande only felt a huge force coming from him. He screamed in his heart and hurriedly jumped back, trying to remove himself.
Get rid of this huge force.
Fortunately, Tyrande had 10,000 years of combat experience and was able to react quickly enough. After retreating far back and releasing most of his strength, Tyrande was not seriously injured, but there was a tremor in his chest and abdomen, and he almost fell to the ground.
After just one meeting, Tyrande, the savior, was defeated. Only then did Tyrande realize that Rakish really had the arrogance and his strength was too strong.
Many Moon God guards surrounded Lakish. To deal with this huge and powerful creature, the night elves have their own method, which is to never engage in close combat with them, but to fight from a distance.
way.
The precise arrows of the night elves made it difficult for Lakish to resist, and he was soon hit by several arrows. Although they were all superficial wounds, he knew clearly that if he delayed, he would escape when the ancient tree of war appeared.
It won't fall anymore.
"You little reptiles, prepare to face the wrath of the Draenei, war is coming again."
After all, Lakish is a senior officer of the Burning Legion. Not only is he powerful, but he is also proficient in various magics. He jumped up high, curled up into a ball, wrapped in the power of evil energy, and shot toward the Exodar like a meteor.
direction to flee.
Under Malfurion's command, Teldrassil's night elves and all the guests successfully evacuated to the Dark Coast. The one-hour countdown ended, and with a dull sound, flames burned from the inside of Teldrassil.
In Teldrassil, the last World Tree burned blazingly, and the night elves' 10,000-year home was destroyed. A large group of night elves knelt on the ground, crying for their lost home.
Malfurion and Tyrande looked at the burning home with tears in their eyes, but they were extremely happy in their hearts, having finally completed the mission of the Moon God.
The guests came forward to comfort the two saviors, and were very sympathetic to the tragedy of the night elves. The envoys of all races swore that they would seek justice from the draenei and make the murderers pay the price.
"Two saviors, today's hatred is the common hatred of Azeroth." A dwarf messenger said seriously: "I will return to Ironforge immediately. We dwarves will definitely send troops to the Exodar."
"Yes, we werewolves will never let the murderer go."
"We, the dwarfs, will send out our elite air force."
"Stormwind City is willing to conquer the Draenei for the Savior."
"Pandaren hate evil so much that they will never sit idly by and ignore it."
"The Kobolds are willing to provide candles as military supplies..."
Rakish returned to the Exodar and first tore off the arrows from his body.
"What a bunch of idiots. Things are progressing more smoothly than expected."
Lakish looked at the draenei who greeted him, all of them had fawning expressions. Lakish showed a proud smile, and he had everything under control.
He is a senior officer of the legion. He was ordered to enter the Exodar this time on Kil'jaeden's order to lure the draenei into joining the Burning Legion.
At first, Rakish thought this was an impossible task. After all, the Draenei had believed in the Holy Light for tens of thousands of years.
But when he entered the Exodar, he found that the Draenei had long been accustomed to the rule of the prophet Velen. After Velen disappeared, the Draenei fell into confusion and could not even eat, dress or sleep.
Rakish revealed his identity and proved that he was the son of Velen, and immediately won the support of most draenei. After becoming the leader, he eliminated the few who opposed him for various reasons. He was surprised to find that he
Already possesses absolute authority.
All he needed to join the Burning Legion was an opportunity and an excuse. He believed that no one would dare to object. (To be continued)