Stratholme God

Chapter 515 The Mysterious Airship

"Archimonde's goal is still the World Tree—" Tyrande's scream had a heart-piercing sense of despair and sadness.

After paying so many sacrifices, more than half of the clansmen and elites died in the battle in Ashenvale, just to prevent the Burning Legion from occupying the World Tree and seize the power of Azeroth.

Night elves don't mind sacrifices.

This is their duty and mission.

While gaining the power of immortality, they enjoy the gift of honor and nature, and they have to pay the price.

It's just that they can't accept that after the sacrifice, they still can't stop Archimonde!
As soon as she uttered her voice, the heroes of the coalition forces followed suit desperately. Regardless of Archimonde's possible counterattack, they chased Archimonde with all their strength and slashed endlessly.

Useless!

Mende is too huge!

Even if it is climbing, there is still a step of ten meters!
When such a big super demon is playing tricks, eating the attacks of the heroes, even if it is bloody and dying, it will rush to grind itself with the world tree, the alliance and the tribe really have nothing to do.

The upper limit of their attack power is here. Even if Archimonde gave up his body's defense, Lao Wu could slice off a piece of meat the size of a carriage carriage with each sword strike, but Mengde's bones are super hard!
The hero's damage per unit time to Archimonde is still too limited.

"Hahaha! Mortals, you are very brave, but you can't stop me! When I gain the power of the World Tree, it will be the moment of destruction of this world!" Under the pain, Archimonde twisted and changed his tone The maniacal laughter echoed throughout Mount Hyjal.

Every tree trembled constantly because of his wild words, and dropped their leaves "suosuo".

This is a trample on the honor of the night elves, a contempt for the living, and a declaration of war on the entire world.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, McDonald was not involved in the final make-up.

Standing on the scorched land, letting the smelly wind blow past his cheeks, watching Mengde rudely climb up to the towering giant tree on the top of the mountain, McDonald seems to be in a state of mind.

He became a spectator!
Shandris glanced at McDonnell, as if about to say something, but was grabbed by Tyrande.

Tyrande shook his head.

Shandris froze for a moment, bit her lower lip, but said nothing after all.

It's great that the Alliance and the Horde have achieved this. As temporary allies, no one can accuse them of being weak.If you can really handle it yourself, you don't need to form a coalition.

It is only the terrain of Mount Hyjal that can create partial annihilation with more attacks and less. If it is replaced by a plain area, the alliance's army formation may be overwhelmed by the demon tide at once.

"It's just..." Tyrande and Shandris felt somewhat regretful.

McDonnell, who has been performing so well all along, would be truly perfect if he could help with the finishing blow.

It's a pity that it's just a little bit short.

However, that is the responsibility of being the guardian of the world tree - the night elves.

"Fandral—" Tyrande shouted coquettishly, and Fandral, who had been prepared, ran to the side decisively. Immediately, a group of druids in the form of birds of prey rushed over and transformed into human forms beside Fandral. They began to collectively cast spells.

This is a very strange scene.

Not far away was a sky-shattering roar, but this area was so quiet that almost only Fandral's voice was echoing, and all the druids were communicating with the earth with their thoughts.

1 years ago, under the leadership of Cenarius and his father Malorne, night elf druids mastered the ability to communicate with nature.

Since then, for the night elves, death no longer represents absolute annihilation.

When the night elves die in the forest, they will turn into [little elves] that look like balls of light.

These ancient spirits live in harmony with the night elves in the forests of Kalimdor and serve the ancient trees, which can become various trees and grow into living buildings.

It is for this reason that the night elves are extremely disgusted with the tribe's cutting down trees.

This is not only beheading their companions, but also digging up the graves of their ancestors in a sense.

At this moment, the druids headed by Fandral are calling for the elves.

Their incantations are less like incantations and more like poetry.

"us--

born of trolls,
Unlike trolls...

The beginning of everything comes from nature;

Earth and wind, fire and water surround everything.

Then life is born from the water,
live on the earth,
The seeds are carried away by the wind, and reproduce far away,

Lighted by fire,
In the end it belongs to the soul..."

The druids kept singing about the life, old age, sickness and death of the night elves. Gradually, the entire forest and the entire Mount Hyjal became a confused turquoise.

The elves rose slowly, obeyed the call, and gathered towards the World Tree like hundreds of rivers entering the sea.

Countless flickering light spots, like stars dotted the night sky, filled the sky shrouded in darkness.

This scene is beautiful!
When the tribal heroes were mostly at a loss, the alliance heroes began to feel the poignancy inside.

Cenarius stopped on all four hooves.

Shandris knelt down, covering her face and weeping.

Two lines of tears flowed down Tyrande's beautiful face.

For some reason, McDonnell was so cheap, he stretched out his right index finger, trying to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of Tyrande's eyes.

Unexpectedly, Tyrande grabbed his finger with one hand, and the sadness in his eyes was filled with anger: "You don't even know what this means?"

McDonald smiled: "You are wrong, I know, we all know..."

After all, he pointed in the direction of the tree crown.

"When?" Tyrande was a little dumbfounded.

Even she didn't notice that at some point, three Zeppelins hovered near the canopy of the tree.On the huge balloon, the familiar Trident emblem shone with golden light.

"Hush! What I'm going to tell you next is our little secret."

Tyrande suddenly found that she couldn't refuse McDonald's mouth to her sensitive long ears...

Over there, Archimonde, who just pretended not to fight to the death with the coalition hero, suddenly felt that something was wrong.

In this life, he is not as reckless as in history, and he didn't climb trees with 10% residual blood.If he had to calculate, he said that he still had nearly 20% of his blood volume.

At this speed, he climbed the tree, and the little mortals behind him couldn't do anything about him.

But at this moment, the depths of his heart, which has never felt fear, seemed to be dominated by uneasy emotions for the first time. What he saw with his eyes shining with evil energy was not a simple elf.

It was the rejection of him by the world of Azeroth!
He watched in shock as thousands of elves began to flock to him across the battlefield.

There is no such sweeping aura, but it scares him more than any tarsal maggots. It is a kind of destruction in disguise.

"Pfft!" A little elf exploded, and the feeling of rejection intensified.

(End of this chapter)