Samuro realized something was wrong, his pleading had no effect at all.
Tyrande raised his hand gently, and the threads formed by arcane magic were like spider webs, tightly binding Samuro, leaving only his round head exposed.
Malfurion took out a leather package from his arms and took out small tweezers, small scissors, small hammers and other items. Each of them was extremely delicate and placed aside in categories. His movements were very skillful. It seemed that he had already done this.
Many times.
After repeatedly wiping the delicate gadget, Malfurion said seriously:
"To be honest, I have a lot of psychological pressure. The structure of the orc brain is probably different from that of the creatures in Azeroth. Fortunately, it is much easier to destroy than to repair. Samuro, a poor sword master, you
You will lose your memory, forget who you are, and those sword skills. Of course, this is not enough. In order to prevent soul torture, the soul level is handed over to Tyrande."
Samuro was dejected. After meeting such a monster couple, he could only accept his fate.
Malfurion picked up the small hammer and struck Samuro on the head with a smile.
When Samuro woke up, he found himself lying in a ruins. Green sewage was flowing in the nearby river, which was obviously polluted. A sickly deer looked at him kindly.
"Who am I and where am I?"
Samuro found a package on his body, from which he found dozens of gold coins and an obscure diary. It was soaked in green sewage and most of the diary was damaged.
After reading the remaining parts of the diary, Samuro understood that he was Samuro, the Swordmaster of the Burning Blade Clan, but unfortunately he could not remember anything.
Samuro found a branch and tried to perform sword skills, but found that he had forgotten all about it.
Having lost all my skills, it seems that I have no choice but to retire.
Samuro carried the parcel and wandered aimlessly along the road.
Later, Samuro unexpectedly discovered his singing talent and became a wandering singer. Later, he gained some fame and joined the Tauren Chief Band.
Tyrande and Malfurion came out of the cave and felt the warmth of the sun again.
This is the Felwood Forest that was contaminated by the Legion. After solving Samuro, Tyrande thought of Jaina and all this was her trick, so she began to criticize Malfurion again.
Malfurion once again felt that his spirit was polluted, like the river water in Felwood.
"Tylande, what should we do next?" Malfurion tried to change the subject.
Tyrande glanced at Malfurion and said angrily: "What else can we do? We were fooled by a little human girl when we returned to Darnassus. We are really embarrassed."
Looking at the large corrupted forest, the originally clear river turned into green sewage, Malfurion heard the earth crying. He hesitated for a long time before saying: "Tylande, have you ever thought about it, for
The night elves, for a real fight for the world of Azeroth, feel like a hero."
Tyrande was shocked and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Malfurion clenched his fists and showed determination: "We must not let Archimonde destroy this world. Among the night elves, we are the only ones who know how to unleash the Wrath of Nordrassil."
Tyrande only hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Medivh actually deceived us. This is obviously Archimonde's instruction. We must let him know the consequences of breaking his oath. Archimonde must die."
Mount Hyjal, the nineteenth fortress of the night elves.
Fandral Staghelm and Maiev Shadowsong were leaning against the city wall side by side. Legionnaires not far away were waiting in formation. Behind the legionnaires, hundreds of fel cannons were loading.
The soldiers in the fortress were already exhausted and unable to break through the legion's defense line. Fandral Staghelm was helpless and could only smile bitterly. He looked at Maiev, who was wearing thick Warden armor, and suddenly asked:
"Maev, I have been wanting to ask you a question for ten thousand years."
"Say it!"
"Don't you have someone you like? Why don't you find a partner?" Staghelit asked out of concern.
Maiev was obviously stunned after hearing this. At this moment, Staghelm actually cared about this issue. After being silent for a long time, Maiev sighed silently and replied: "Actually, I have someone I like, he is..."
Rumble.
Hundreds of fel cannons roared in unison. Staghelm didn't hear Maiev's answer. He could only close his eyes and wait for the fortress to turn into rubble.
Cannonballs exploded overhead, but not one fell into the fortress.
Deer Helm opened his eyes in surprise, and he saw a hemispherical purple shield covering the entire fortress.
A group of night elves suddenly appeared in the fortress, about a hundred of them. They wore dark masks and worked together to support the magic shield.
A portal opened, and Vastan Staghelm led Shandis Feathermoon through the portal. It was obvious that the secret mage force had been settled, and General Feathermoon was worried about the safety of the fortress, so he stayed.
"Father, I'm here." Valstein looked at his father and said excitedly: "We also have a group of mages."
Fandral Staghelm looked at the night elf mage holding up the shield and asked, "Who are they?"
Vastann paused and replied: "They are the missing tribesmen of Mount Hyjal. We selected the best one hundred from them and studied magic day and night, and finally caught up."
Nowadays, when night elves learn magic, they first need to overcome their addiction to magic. Staghelm asked in surprise: "Have you found a way to overcome your addiction to magic?"
Valstein shook his head: "The night elves have not been exposed to magic for ten thousand years. They are like people who have been hungry for a long time. It takes a long time to adapt to eating again. Magic addiction cannot be solved in a short time.
"
Fandral Staghelm waited for his son's answer. Valstann struggled for a long time and sighed:
"In order to overcome the addiction to magic as quickly as possible, there is only one way, and that is to become undead. They voluntarily turned themselves into undead. This is the price of the elf mage."
Archimonde looked at the purple shield from a distance, and he knew what the shield meant.
Mannolos rubbed his eyes carefully and said in surprise: "This is the magic shield of our legion."
The magic shield of the Burning Legion appeared, and Archimonde easily deduced that Queen Azshara's upper elf had already participated in this war, and she was protecting the last of her tribe.
Only the shield protects, but there is no attack on the legion. This shows an attitude. Whether the conflict needs to be expanded depends on Archimonde's decision.
"Lord Archimonde, General Azgalor is waiting for your orders."
A legionnaire reported to Archimonde that Azgallo had no idea after the emergence of legion shield.
Archimonde was silent for a while, then stood up suddenly, like a majestic mountain peak, slowly walked towards the battlefield, and came to the front of the position.
Fandral Staghelm looked at the tall eredar in surprise. Whether a hundred night mages who were hastily learning magic could stop Archimonde? The answer was obviously no.