Chapter six hundred and twentieth: The struggle against natural disasters
At a glance, there is an endless corridor of time and countless gates of time. Only the gate leading to the destruction of Dalaran is carved with the devil's head. The black cat pointed at the gate of time and introduced:
"This time gate corresponds to the invasion of the Burning Legion, which is a dark history of Azeroth. The Burning Legion is raging on the land. Thrall, Jaina, Night Elves, etc. have become the accomplices of the Legion and the only resistance.
The Scourge Legion was slandered as a subordinate of the Legion. Robbie, do you know the root cause of this?"
Robbie looked at the ferocious demon head and sighed: "It's strength."
He who knows the current affairs is a hero.
Thrall, Jaina, Malfurion, and Tyrande were all heroes of the moment. Ordinary people know that when encountering power, you must choose to be patient, otherwise you will easily lose your life.
As a small group of elites and extremely smart people in Azeroth, don't they know the strength gap between Azeroth and the Burning Legion?
History is not full of passion. You have to fight to the end even though you know you are losing. This kind of thing only appears in novels.
The black cat looked serious: "Yes, the most fundamental reason is that they are outmatched. The so-called alliance and the tribe resisted the Burning Legion together. This history sounds very passionate, but it is impossible to achieve it after careful analysis. The orcs led by Thrall have just landed.
On Kalimdor, Jaina's foothold in Theramore is not stable, and it is difficult for the night elves to fight against the orcs. Can the three parties unite to defeat the terrifying Burning Legion? This is simply a joke. Facing a powerful enemy, only sacrifice
and courage do not lead to victory.”
A body of flesh and blood, a passionate spirit, and a spirit of sacrifice are certainly touching, but they cannot resist powerful magic.
"You have to be extremely cautious. I can't help you this time." Black Cat lowered his head and said cautiously: "We can't interfere too much in history. The time has not yet come. You have to remember that the Scourge Legion has huge hidden potential.
, represents the power of the Lord of Death. If Arthas is still alive, the Burning Legion will never dare to invade Azeroth."
Robbie opened the portal, and a strong smell of sulfur came. Robbie closed his eyes. The last time he entered the time period of the rise of the Lich King with the help of the Eternal Dragon was when Archimonde came to Dalaran.
return.
Archimonde the Defiler, the second-in-command of the Burning Legion, is known as the strongest creature walking in the history of Azeroth. Of course, this is just a wrong perception of people who don’t know the truth. The 10,000-year-old Queen Azshara can easily
Defeat him.
Archimonde suddenly arrived, and Arthas must be unable to do anything. The first task is to defeat Archimonde and buy time for the rise of the Scourge.
During the era of Queen Azshara 10,000 years ago, Robbie learned a lot of magical knowledge.
Knowledge is the greatest wealth. Robbie thought of the ancient divine transformation taught by the queen. Although Archimonde was strong, he was half as weak in front of the ancient gods.
Robbie made up his mind, stepped through the portal, and entered the time period when Dalaran was destroyed.
A tragic death, a worthless sacrifice, just like the tragedies in history. Robbie stood on a hill near Dalaran and looked into the distance.
A familiar smell came, the smoke and war that belonged to this time period, the smoke and dust of Dalaran City were billowing, and Archimonde's huge body was like a pagoda, which could be seen from a distance.
Outside Dalaran, it was the Scourge that was slowly retreating. Faced with a terrifying creature like Archimonde, Arthas and Kel'Thuzad had to treat it with caution.
Archimonde devoured the bodies of Thrall and Saurfang to ensure their loyalty, and casually threw the heads of the two orcs to the Dread Lord Varimathras.
Varimathras sneered, preparing to send them to the Legion's furnace for repair. He held the heads of the two men and deliberately slowed down their walking speed so that they could endure more pain.
Archimonde looked at Dalaran indifferently. After Antonidas was killed by Thrall and Saurfang, the orcs began their atrocities. Killing and bloodshed were everywhere. Dalaran, the magical city, once again
was destroyed.
"A group of savage orcs." Archimonde's voice was like rolling thunder, carrying irresistible majesty: "Leave those mages behind, they are precious treasures, idiot, stop, they have important uses."
Archimonde is the only one entering Azeroth at this moment, and he needs mages to build multiple legion portals to teleport legion soldiers over.
Archimonde's order had a certain effect, and many Dalaran mages survived. They were suppressed by the orcs and escorted to the big demon with a low expression, like a group of humble little sheep.
"Surrender, or die."
Archimonde raised his big hand full of evil energy. The power of evil energy was like a poisonous snake, wrapping around every mage. These high-ranking mages and apprentices of Dalaran had no power to resist in front of the great demon.
"Great Lord Archimonde, the Burning Legion is retreating, and Frostmourne is in the hands of their leader." Varimathras said flatteringly.
"They're just a bunch of ants. They don't know how powerful the power of death is. That weapon is mine."
Archimonde looked far into the distance and saw the retreating Scourge. At this moment, he had just arrived on the continent of Azeroth, and the power in his body was unstable. He needed some time to adapt to the laws of this world.
In Dalaran, the magical hub of Azeroth, Archimonde sat on the ground and began to gather strength.
Dots and lines appeared in Robbie's eyes. Powerful evil energy gathered from all directions and entered Archimonde's body. Although the Scourge was retreating, they would surely be overtaken soon.
It seems that Archimonde must get Frostmourne.
Robbie quickly calmed down. He warned himself in his heart that now was no longer a peaceful and peaceful time when the tribe was destroyed and Sylvanas died. He had once again entered a terrible era of war, where sacrifice and death could occur at any time.
Thinking of this, Robbie quickly used Holy Light Teleportation, transforming into a ray of holy light and galloping towards the Scourge.
"Robbie."
Seeing Robbie rushing over, Alsace showed a little surprise at first. Robbie had gone through many time periods, witnessed the glorious night elves ten thousand years ago, and had gone through many hardships.
Although his appearance has not changed significantly, his temperament has become more restrained and mature.
"Robbie, go quickly, Archimonde has arrived, and our plan has failed." Arthas shouted.
"What if Archimonde comes after me?" Robbie asked.
Arthas showed a look of determination, holding Frostmourne in his hand: "I can cut off the queen, believe me, Archimonde can't do anything to me."
Robbie shook his head, knowing that Arthas was no match for Archimonde at this time.
"I have a magic that can block Archimonde. I need the help of the natural disaster soldiers." Robbie said cautiously.
Arthas had great trust in Robbie and agreed without thinking: "No problem, all the natural disaster soldiers will cooperate."
The Scourge stopped retreating and began to gather together, seemingly planning to face Archimonde.
It didn't take long for Archimonde to regain his strength.
He stood up slowly and looked at the Scourge Legion gathered in the distance.
Black swarms of natural disaster soldiers are spread all over the land. Their numbers seem endless, but to Archimonde, they are no different from a group of ants.
"Insignificant undead, tremble before my power."
Archimonde took a long step forward with each step and ran towards the Scourge. (To be continued)