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Chapter 377. 378. [World of Warcraft] Insufficient Strength Phobia
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"why?"

The night elf scout was shot three or four times in the back, and was already dying.She had been coughing, debilitated and dying.She would not give in, however, staring angrily at Sylvanas Windrunner, at the dead elf with perfect pointed ears like herself.

"Why? You have already won..." The night elf scouts struggled with all their might, trying to squeeze out each word, "There are only innocent people left on Teldrassil, and they are unarmed..."

"This is war," replied the Queen.

"No... it's hatred, it's anger! Windrunner, you used to... be the guardian of the elves, don't you remember?"

Sylvanas Windrunner approached the elf scout, raised her chin, and whispered in her ear: "Life is pain, and hope has long been lost. Now...do you understand?"

"Do not……"

"Don't be sad, you will be reunited with the one you love soon."

"I feel sorry for you. You have declared war on life, a war you have no chance of winning. You can kill us, but you can't extinguish hope."

"is it?"

Looking at this former compatriot, Sylvanas Windrunner's eyes became cold and cruel.

"Burn that tree," she ordered.

Set fire to...why?
All Horde soldiers, including Nathanos Blightcaller, were confused.This is not the original battle plan, more like a temporary idea, a whim.

Sylvanas's eyes were filled with anger that hated life, and he gave the order in a roaring voice: "Burn them all!"

The cannonballs on the catapults were set ablaze.Fireballs flew toward Teldrassil.Its target is too big to miss.Eventually every shell hit its target.Flames began to spread on the tree trunks.

At that moment, everyone shut up.Even the captured night elves stopped crying in surprise.

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

The second wave of bullets rained, and the third wave.

Soon, Teldrassil was covered in flames.The flame moved gradually, climbing all the way up, to the height of the leafy tree.

There is the main elf city of Darnassus, as well as several surrounding small villages.

This is completely unexplainable.Start with strategy.Conquering the World Tree and occupying it completely is a very clever tactic.Burning it down, however, is downright insane.

The whole tree was enveloped in flames.The orange flames soared high into the sky.

The wailing sounded across the sea, accompanied by the terrible smell of burning.

The captured night elves wept, screamed and wailed, begging the Horde to spare the World Tree and their families.

However, Huo Huo couldn't understand their wailing, and showed no mercy.

Everyone in Darnassus will die.

At the same time, the Horde's faint hope of victory over the Alliance was also reduced to ashes.The destruction of Teldrassil did not intimidate the Alliance, but instead aroused everyone's rage.The alliance has become more united than ever.Anduin Wrynn raised his arms, and the entire Eastern Kingdom would answer his call.

For revenge!

Nothing can stop the rage of vengeance.

In the end, the war came in a way that no one wanted to see.The outcome is unpredictable, and the flames of war are ignited everywhere.Both the Alliance and the Horde have no choice but to keep throwing their lives into this meat grinder.Those babies who fell to the ground did not realize that they would be involved in a war that no one could win in the end.Their future is likely to be just a grain of sand on the battlefield.

Face the world tree and watch it burn.Saurfang forced himself to watch the flames consume those beings.The miserable screams continued to break into his ears, reminding him of the past when he slaughtered the draenei in Shattrath.He was young then, and hearing those cries felt like heavenly music.

That day, High Overlord Saurfang stood by the shore until the screams could no longer be heard.

The flames were extinguished, leaving Teldrassil only a dry husk.

It's not about glory at all.With such a victory, Saurfang could only feel despair and humiliation.

Saurfang would always remember this moment.He had countless nightmares, carried the shame, and experienced it again and again.

You lead your tribe to the service of death, Malfurion once said.

How would Saurfang face the soldiers he brought into this war?How would he explain what they did?
He can't do it.He never knew what to do either.

But this burden will always fall on him until the day he dies.

Before his soul returned to Nagrand, he hoped to be released.

Nan Xiao intends to leave.But before that, he had one more problem. "Why do you have memories of Saurfang?" he asked Teldrassil.

"As revenge for the fall of Darnassus, the Alliance captured the Undercity. On that day, Saurfang stood alone in front of the ruins of Lordaeron, fighting many Alliance heroes. In the end, he was defeated and captured. This memory, is He left behind in Stormwind Prison."

Why Teldrassil has data exchange with Stormwind City is really puzzling.But that's not important, Nan Xiao doesn't have much interest in this aspect.

The key is how to complete the task.Defeat Sylvanas Windrunner, get the water from the Sunwell, resurrect Teldrassil, and rebuild Darnassus.

Each of these things sounds very simple, and they are all things that only heroes in the world can do.

Nan Xiao didn't even dare to think about it before, but now, he thinks he can try it.

With an average of [-] attributes, it is almost equivalent to the top power in the world.Even, it is not inferior to the gods of the black soul world.

This kind of power may be able to wrestle with the gods of the black soul world.

He still deeply remembers that glance.Through a body that came to the main world, the god of the black soul world once cast a concerned glance at him.That was most likely just a very casual attention.Once you see it, you forget it.The God of the Black Soul World didn't take him seriously, but even that casual glance made Nan Xiao tremble with fear.

Too weak, I am really too weak, not enough strength.

Countless nightmares are related to that glance.In a dream, he saw a dead giant.The body with only skeletons left sat on the throne, occupying most of the palace.He tried to leave, but the skeletal arms emerging from the ground grabbed his boots.The skeletons in the palace stood up one after another.The corpses, covered in rocks, mud and ashes, were charred and dry.The traces of being burned are clearly visible.Countless tiny snowflakes fell one after another and landed on the scorched earth.Nuns with heads up, heads up, scythes in hand, descend from the sky.She was burning with black flames all over her body, as if she could shatter her insignificant self at will with a swing of a sickle.

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(End of this chapter)