Stratholme God

Chapter 450 We Happen to be Professionals Too

"This……"

The closer they got to the temple of Akoran, the hearts of the elves became heavier.

In the distance, the sea of ​​corpses is turbulent, which looks extremely terrifying, but in fact it is just that.

Even without the help of the alliance's artillery, the night elves alone can easily handle it.

"Bam—"

The mountain giants didn't have to pull down the trees this time. They picked up the solid stone pillars of Azshara's ruins and played more smoothly.

With a violent swing of their inexhaustible power, a simple sweep of bending down and touching the ground can knock out hundreds of zombies or skeleton soldiers.

That's right...not a single high-level undead among them.

There are no liches, no death knights, and no giants of the deep that are supposed to roam here.

You don’t even need to go to the seaside, just judging by the deep footprints of the deep-sea giants stretching into the depths of the sea, the main force of the Scourge has withdrawn, bringing the deep-sea giants who have turned into zombies, and everything that can be collected in Azshara Powerful souls together...

"Malfurion...is he still in there?" Tyrande was barely able to speak.

"Yes, the child is still inside." Cenarius replied in a deep voice.

Finally, after what seemed to be a fierce battle, the huntress on the nightsaber easily found Malfurion.

"He..." Illidan really wanted to ask what happened to his elder brother, but when he saw the sad expression on the huntress' face, he snorted, "Cut!"

The answer is revealed!
The Scourge had no intention of hiding what they had done, and Malfurion was nailed to the altar in the center of the temple's main hall.

That terrifying appearance, anyone with intensive phobia will vomit out on the spot when they see it.

"Humph!"

"Illidan, wait..." Tyrande didn't have time to stop, Illidan had already dodged, the orange arc blade raised the knife and cut off the disgusting tentacles attached to Malfurion's body with one move.

The yellow-yellow-green slurry was sprayed everywhere, but it was all evaporated instantly by the magical energy lingering on Illidan's body.

"Wow—" Malfurion let out an unconscious scream.

He didn't wake up, or rather, he couldn't wake up at all, because his eyelids were tightly sewn with 【Hate Sutures】.Of course, more importantly, his consciousness fell into a nightmare.

"Illidan, you are so reckless!" Cenarius muttered sullenly, sweeping his hand towards Illidan.

Illidan stepped aside without a word, yielding his place beside Malfurion to the demigod of the forest revered by all elves.

"Oh my god! Child, what did they do to you?" As a rare daddy among the demigods, Cenarius' milk power is quite shocking.The demigod in the form of a centaur waved his arm covered with bearded roots, and a cluster of green light immediately fell on Malfurion's head.

His extremely mutilated body, especially the rib wound where the tentacles were inserted just now, immediately recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

but……

Cenarius roared angrily in the next second: "How dare you! Those bastards actually..."

He pushed forward with both hands, using an emerald green energy mask to firmly cover Malfurion.

In the next second, the unconscious Malfurion began to spray slurry out of the seven holes.

Every night elf present was stunned.

"What is this?" Tyrande asked in surprise.

"Damn it! Plague! A terrible plague that can turn the living into the undead!" Even Cenarius was terrified: "If I didn't control him just now, I'm afraid this plague will infect each of us, If we went back to Darnassus like this, it would be..."

Tyrande was so startled that her whole body trembled like chaff. She couldn't imagine what would happen when the plague spread throughout the night elves.

All dead?

A voice suddenly sounded: "We have seen this thing before. It is very troublesome. If you apply the most powerful holy light, it may be able to purify it."

Tyrande turned around and immediately recognized that man was a paladin of the Trident Legion, what was his name [Black Bitter Tea Master]: "Then..."

The elite operator stepped forward to check and shook his head: "No way. This is probably the original virus of the [Natural Disaster Plague] planted by the natural disaster Lich Kel'Thuzad. If the plague virus is forcibly removed, I am afraid that even Mafa Your Excellency Leo will die too."

The Scourge's hand is so beautiful that Tyrande and Illidan's scalps are numb.

So vicious.

They injected the plague virus into Malfurion's bone marrow. Whether they used holy light or natural magic to clean it up, there was a high probability that Malfurion would be killed.

But if it is not removed, the plague toxin on his body will spread again.

As long as Cenarius let go of his hand a little bit, the toxin would dissipate immediately.

Maiev Shadowsong slammed his fist on the pillar of the temple angrily: "Are you forcing us to kill Lord Malfurion Stormrage?"

"If only it were that simple." Cenarius gasped suddenly: "Half of his soul has been cut away, and I sensed that the Scourge is using his soul as a magic circle to open the door to the emerald. The entrance to the dream."

"what!"

This time, not to mention Tyrande, the druids present were counted as one, and they were all shocked.

The night elves have two religions: one faction believes in Elune, the goddess of the moon, and the Moon Goddess Cult with the Elune Sisterhood as the core; the other faction is the natural sect that follows Cenarius, and the Emerald Dream is where every druid A holy place that is absolutely inviolable in the heart.

When Illidan heard this, he picked up the egg knife and wanted to kill his relatives on the spot.

Tyrande screamed, "Illidan, what are you doing?"

Illidan gritted his teeth in resentment: "It's shameful that he was caught by mistake! Do you want him to become a traitor and let those hateful ghosts pollute the entire Emerald Dream? If you can't do it, I will do it! All the sins I will bear it, maybe you can say that Malfurion died heroically!"

At this time, Illidan's dictatorship has begun to show.

"No! If only it were that simple!" Cenarius' face was as black as the bottom of a pot: "The other party set up a magic circle in the far north. Once Malfurion dies, his soul cannot return to the earth, and It will become the eye of an evil magic circle. Strengthen the invasion speed of the Emerald Dream."

"What!?" Illidan was dumbfounded.

Tyrande anxiously: "Can't it be stopped?"

"This...I'm afraid not. Malfurion's authority in the Emerald Dream is second only to me...This authority is soul-bound, and even His Majesty Ysera cannot take it back."

This time, even Cenarius couldn't help feeling sad.

They thought the Scourge was on the second floor, but they didn't know that Terenas was on the fifth floor!
Completely counted every step of the night elves' high-level reaction!
Maiev Shadowsong, an outsider, is more sober: "Don't consider Lord Malfurion's question, we should notify His Majesty Ysera immediately."

A few big elves woke up like a dream, and Cenarius immediately shook people, oh, shook the dragon.

Ten seconds later, he was embarrassed, and his voice was full of disbelief: "Your Majesty Ysera said that she had already started to deploy the defense almost half a year ago. The one who assisted in the deployment was the Trident Legion of the Alliance."

Facing Tyrande's ghost-like expression, [Chu Jiayun] stroked his left shoulder with his right hand, and gave a deep bow: "Uh, we happen to be professional about dream defense."

(End of this chapter)