Stratholme God

Chapter 970
At the same time, at the bottom of Nordrassil, which should have been well-defended, Archimonde's desolate skeleton was still hanging on the root of the tree, bearing the northwest wind.

Nordrassil is surrounded by the night elves' holy land, but the world tree is too huge, with a diameter of nearly a kilometer, plus the rhizomes that spread across the entire mountain of Hyjal, and the roots extending from Nordrassil. The Well of Eternity cannot be seen firmly without tens of thousands of people.

This is a continuous watch for thousands of years, and Tyrande is already very responsible for arranging thousands of people to watch.

No matter how guarded it is, it is unavoidable to avoid a hundred secrets.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, when the night elves were at their most sleepy, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of Archimonde's corpse in the unique form of a great demon.

Sassovar the Corruptor is a dreadlord who lives in the shadow world all year round. His existence is more like Ysera, and he hides his body in the cracks of space most of the time.

At this time, he grinned grimly: "Archimonde, this is really not like you. You who have traveled across the universe for thousands of years and have never met an opponent, you were once so glorious, but you never thought you would die tragically in this kind of place. It's too shameful... okay , let you do your last bit for the great Burning Legion!"

After saying that, a black shadow suddenly emerged from his hand, and a slim figure emerged from his palm.

An evil force enveloped An Weena, and her beautiful eyebrows twitched and frowned, as if she was having a nightmare that would never wake up.

Her appearance strangely caused violent fluctuations in the Well of Eternity, which has rarely fluctuated for thousands of years.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

It obviously looked like water, but there was a crisp sound like metal.

Circles of ripples spread from the center of the lake, and immediately there were exaggerated waves over ten meters high.

This is not the seaside of the endless sea, this is a closed lake on the top of the mountain!

The stormy waves beat the shore, and the water splashed.

The violent rumbling momentum and vision easily alarmed all the surrounding night elf guards.

Sorry to be late.

They exclaimed and blew the siren.

Other than that, they can't do anything.The high-level druids were basically taken to Teldrassil by Fandral. Unfortunately, most of the senior members of the Elune Sisterhood were also absent.

To be precise, Sassovar deliberately picked this opportunity to make trouble.

Ignoring the elf guards who seemed to be 'far away', Sassovar smirked and wrapped the unconscious Anveena with fel energy, and slowly sent it into Archimonde's withered skull...

Archimonde's huge stump moved.

In life, the eredar titan longed for the power to rob Azeroth, and this was his ascension.

Even at the moment when his soul dissipated, the remnant's thirst for power still never ceased.

Whether it is the Sunwell or the Well of Eternity, it is just pure energy overflowing from the planet Azeroth.It just so happens that Anveena, who is the incarnation of the remaining energy of the Sunwell, is the best catalyst. She guides the energy that originally belonged to the Well of Eternity, and quickly injects it into Archimonde's corpse.

This huge skeleton has been purified no less than ten times by the night elf druids, but some things have become instinctive.

Over the past 1 years, Archimonde has been using his body to convert all the energy absorbed into his body into evil energy.

When there is no external energy injection, this pair of bones is like a real dead thing.

Evil is born when the waters of the Well of Eternity are poured into its marrow through transformation.

"Wow—"

Once the pure water of the Eternal Well was pumped through the bones, it immediately turned into a vicious thick green slurry.Large streams of liquid evil energy slurry, like the erupting volcano, began to spray out in all directions.

"It's not good! Tell the High Priest, Your Excellency Yufeng, and the Archdruid, Your Excellency Staghelm!" The night elves were at a loss.It wasn't that the druids used magic to stop them. They summoned huge vines in an attempt to block the jet of fel energy slurry.

This approach is brave but ridiculous. It is like trying to block the gap of the dam with a finger. It is not feasible at all.

Only then did the elves discover the existence of Sassovar, and they bravely shouted and rushed over.

Then there is no more then.

A well-known leader of the Burning Legion, of course, cannot be shaken by a mere night elf elite soldier.

Worse things happen one after another: not long after, a huge portal opens.

The first to kill from the opposite world exuding the smell of corruption and brimstone was naturally the abyss lord, the vanguard general of the Burning Legion.

Brutalus!
A vicious demon who lost his arms due to the war, and then transformed his left forearm into a sawtooth scimitar and his right forearm into a huge epee!
His loud laughter resounded throughout the mountain: "Hahaha! Death! Destruction! I love it all!"

"Go back to your world! Devil!" A heroic elf rode a huge ancient war tree and rushed over.

This treant, with a larger body than Brutalus, seemed to be winning.

Unfortunately, a move!Just one [burn] move!
The battle is over.

"Hey!" All of a sudden, the large tree man caught fire and turned into a huge human-shaped torch.

"Ahhh!" The night elf riding on the tree man screamed and fell to the ground like a moth in flames.

Seeing that he couldn't be spared, the tree man roared, resisting the burning pain from all over his body, and waving his arms to rush towards him.

As long as...as long as I can get to that place...

It's a pity that, not to mention the distance, the treant's movement speed is too slow. It has been burned out at least a hundred meters away from Brutalus, and it has become a huge lump of coke, kneeling on the way of charging.

"Hahahaha! Wahahaha—" the abyss lord laughed wildly.

It was Sassovar who reminded him: "Don't play too much. The master's order must be carried out! We just need to defeat those mortals who lead the resistance."

"I know, I know." But seeing the star fire shot by the night elves, Brutalus couldn't help but grinned open his bloody mouth: "Hahaha! Your magic is too fragile and ridiculous!"

As he laughed wildly, more medium and small demons poured out from the portal behind him.

The nightmare is still going on.

A large amount of fel energy gurgled out and began to spread to the entire Mount Hyjal...

The attack on Mount Hyjal immediately shocked the entire alliance.

After receiving Tyrande's urgent contact, the Throne Council was held immediately. After listening to her tearful statement, the leaders unanimously passed a resolution-immediately mobilize all available troops to Mount Hyjal to fight the Second Seamount War.

The resolution passed, and McDonald felt worse than eating a fly.

Because after the meeting, when Kaizi found him, the first thing he said was: "My master knows everything like a god!"

(End of this chapter)