Archimonde fought against the elf's explosion with all his strength. Although his body was badly damaged, he was still holding on.
A big demon like Archimonde is difficult to kill. As long as his soul is still there, the soul can return to the Twisting Nether and wait for the next resurrection. It may take hundreds of years to rebuild the huge body.
If you abandon this body, you will lose most of the memories in this world, which is equivalent to losing the new power you just gained. Although he is a little reluctant to give up, Archimonde is not worried.
However, a cold force of void penetrated into Archimonde's body, and his soul was severely corroded.
"This is the power of the void. Only void creatures and Titans can control the power of the void. There is something wrong with the origin of the water in Mount Hyjal."
The last thought came out, and Archimonde's vision went dark, falling into endless darkness.
Archimonde's huge body collapsed, like burnt dust, leaving no trace.
Countless fel fire and corrupted power spurted out, burning the trunk of Nordrassil. The huge World Tree quickly withered and withered, losing its vitality.
Nordrassil's Wrath is a full blow after Nordrassil's self-destruction. On the surface, it is the essence of Nordrassil that kills Archimonde. In fact, it destroys the foundation of Nordrassil, which is
Harness the terrifying power of Mount Hyjal's waters.
Afterwards, Nordrassil, which still has its roots, may be reborn, but without the magic-rich lake in Mount Hyjal, it is just an ordinary World Tree, no different from Teldrassil and Vodrassil.
Before Nordrassil was destroyed, in a corner of the tree trunk, Robbie led dozens of disaster mages to get the necessary data.
All eyes were focused on Archimonde, and no one knew about the existence of Robbie's team.
After Robbie and his team completed their work, in order not to cause any magical fluctuations and arouse suspicion, Robbie led the people on foot out of Nordrassil's coverage area before opening the portal and retreating to Northrend.
Nordrassil is burning, and the night elves are crying for the destruction of their homeland. The good news is that the Burning Legion has retreated, and Archimonde, the terrible world-destroying demon, has been eliminated.
"That is the power of Nordrassil's Wrath." Although she was very reluctant, Maiev Shadowsong still told the truth.
Fandral Staghelm's expression changed slightly. He knew what this meant, but he still said to everyone honestly:
"Yes, this is the Wrath of Nordrassil. Tyrande and Malfurion did not give up on us. They destroyed Archimonde at the last moment."
Tyrande's supporters were all surprised after hearing this. As long as Tyrande remains the leader of the night, their status and interests will be guaranteed.
"Two adults, Tyrande and Malfurion, saved our night elves and the world. They are great heroes and heroes." The supporters spread the word around the fortress, and they quickly received a response from everyone.
Looking at the burning Nordrassil, Tyrande was a little confused. The low and melodious horn sound undoubtedly came from the Horn of Nordrassil. Why did Malfurion activate the Wrath of Nordrassil at the last moment?
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After witnessing Archimonde's destruction, Malfurion finally let out a bad breath and became overjoyed. He turned into an owl and flew happily to Tyrande.
Tyrande's eyes were full of suspicion and asked: "Malfurion, what is going on? I need an explanation."
Malfurion replied with a smile: "As you heard and saw, it was I who launched the Wrath of Nordrassil and killed Archimonde. This great demon finally fell, and Azeroth
It’s safe.”
Tyrande glared at him fiercely, shook his head and said: "You and I are too familiar with each other, just like the left hand and the right hand. Don't try to lie in front of me, you can't lie to me."
Malfurion hesitated for a moment, as if he had something to hide:
"Okay, I admit, it was my mistake. An accident occurred. The Horn of Nordrassil was destroyed. I don't know who blew the horn to launch the Wrath of Nordrassil. Fortunately, no outsiders saw it.
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Tyrande nodded and said slowly: "This is not the worst outcome."
Malfurion solemnly said: "Yes, we can finally go back to see our people, in the name of the savior."
Tyrande and Malfurion returned to the Nighthold hand in hand and received a warm welcome.
Long after the Battle of Mount Hyjal fell silent, bad rumors spread in Darnassus, saying that Malfurion was obsessed with Jaina's beauty and fell into Medivh's trick, destroying the Horn of Nordrassil.
And as evidenced by magical images, there was someone else who unleashed the Wrath of Nordrassil.
But at that time, Tyrande had already consolidated his power and stopped the spread of rumors. Only the senior night elves knew the truth and privately called Malfurion a stupid deer.
When Archimonde turned into ashes, Medivh, who was watching the battle from a distance, was filled with hatred. This meant that his dream of being a god was temporarily shattered. His extreme anger caused the magic power in his body to go out of control, setting off a terrifying chaos.
Magic Cloud:
"The great cause of the Legion, the great cause of conquering Azeroth, was ruined by a small rumor. The Scourge Legion, Arthas, and I are incompatible with you."
Medivh did not forget the existence that blocked his path to becoming a god, and then said fiercely:
"Fire King Ragnaros, Windrider Al'Akir, Demon Hunter Illidan, Deathwing Neltharion, you dare to be enemies with the Guardians, you must pay the price for today's actions, I swear
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Jaina on the side counted her fingers and said, "Lord Guardian, you seem to have forgotten Therazane, the Stone Mother."
Medivh hesitated for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking. He turned his back and said, "I don't hit women."
This is a poor excuse. There must be other reasons. Jaina did not ask further questions and curled her lips and said:
"Lord Guardian, don't worry. Although the orcs have been severely damaged, fortunately the main force is still there. Aren't those beings trying to save Azeroth? Let's let Thrall unite Azeroth in the name of destroying Azeroth.
Use your mortal power to eradicate them one by one and see who dares to save Azeroth in the future. This is an example."
Medivh's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands and said: "Very good. They wanted to save all living beings, but were wiped out by the power of all living beings. They died with their eyes open. There is no better revenge than this, but this requires careful planning."
Robbie obtained Nordrassil's data, which means that the purpose of this time travel has been achieved, and these data can be used to calculate the location of the hub that controls the Etrit ore.
There is no need to return to the original timeline for the time being. At the headquarters of the Scourge, in the ice and snow of Northrend, the scholars and mages of the Scourge finally found the location of the hub after more than half a month of calculations.
Unfortunately, the hub was built under the Ten Thousand Years Glacier in the north of Icecrown Glacier, close to the burial place of Sindragosa, the consort of the Blue Dragon King. The adult blue dragon was eaten by the orcs, and the resentment was soaring, which polluted a lot.
an area.
"This place looks a bit familiar!"
Robbie suddenly remembered that in the near future, wouldn't it be here that Tirion Fordring gathers warriors to conquer Icecrown Citadel and establishes the Silver Crusaders League venue?