wizards descend to the heavens

Chapter 388 End
The sound of the ancient and desolate horn sounded and spread throughout Mount Hyjal.

The whole mountain seemed to be awakened, all the plants and animals heard the call, and the endless natural energy began to surge and converge towards the World Tree from all directions.

Then one by one, ancient souls emitting light emerged from the trees. They were the spirits left by all the dead night elves for tens of thousands of years.

The number of these ancient souls is really too many, too many, simply countless. The number counted in billions is simply endless.

The power of each spirit is not considered strong, and it is only a little stronger than ordinary elite soldiers, but when all the power of the spirits is gathered together, it explodes with a power far beyond everyone's imagination!

This is an indescribably powerful force!

But it's more than that!
At the same time, the energy in the World Tree was also aroused by the horn, and the blessings of the five dragon kings on this giant tree were also aroused at this moment.

"What's going on? This is soul energy! This is arcane energy! This is the power of nature! This is the power of the guardian dragon! These powers... how is it possible! No, no, I can't die, my purpose must be achieved! The World Tree is mine!"

At this moment, even if he was as strong as Archimonde, he really panicked.

He stretched out his finger, and black-red energy rays continued to point toward the sky.

Fingers of death wiped out row after row of ancient spirits, but these dead spirits did not annihilate, but exploded, and the power of the explosion was not small.

It was a pure energy explosion, and the power of each spirit explosion was almost equivalent to an ordinary grenade.

Thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, and even more ancient horrors rushed to him one after another, and then blew themselves up!
At the same time, the power of the World Tree finally exploded!
The power of these explosions completely tore the unhealed wound, and all the energy hit the wound and exploded concentratedly, and Archimonde could no longer bear it.

The energies within him were set in motion, and then ran amok, uncontrollably.

The energy from the outside world and the energy within his body formed an energy storm that could destroy everything. Energy cracks began to appear in his lavender body, and then more and more cracks appeared. Finally, in his unwilling roar, the whole body exploded!

The frantic and raging fel energy detonated instantly, and with the explosion, the World Tree was ignited.

With Archimonde dead, the World Tree will be destroyed, and the Night Elves' 1-year heritage will be completely exhausted.

Since then, there has been one extraordinary race missing in this world, and the night elves have disappeared from the crowd, and have been replaced by more vigorous humans.

This is the original ending.

But now, because of Yado's shot, the ending has changed.

The ancient spirits of the night elves have not been completely consumed, and there is still a considerable part left.

Although the blessing power of the five dragon kings is being triggered, that power has not been completely consumed because of Archimonde's early death.

Instead, it turned into the last guardian force, protecting the World Tree from being destroyed in Archimonde's explosion.

But even so, everything around was attacked by unimaginable evil energy, and nearly one-third of the World Tree withered, almost completely decaying.

Although this battle deviated from the original track, the price paid was still beyond imagination.

The demigod Thor was almost dead, and the Alliance, Horde, and night elves killed and injured countless soldiers.

The night elves are extraordinary species, immortal species, and their family heritage is almost exhausted. Without the power of the Dragon King's blessing, they will no longer live forever. After losing so many ancient spirits, they no longer have the power to kill gods and demons.

Even Cenarius' death left them without the protection of the demigods of the forest.

In short, this jihad ended in such a situation.

But the Burning Legion, the trauma caused by this attack, does not know how long it will take to be healed.

Yaduo quietly came to a corner, and a black crow flew in front of him, returning to his human appearance.

It is the astral mage, the prophet, the guardian, Medivh!
"I'm leaving, so what I promised you is now given to you. I hope you can use this artifact carefully, because any abuse will cause unimaginable consequences."

Medivh held his hands empty, endless void energy gathered in his hands, and soon a strange staff appeared in his hands.

The appearance of this staff was different from Yado's imagination, it looked like a spear with a wooden handle and a silver end.

In particular, there should have been a jewel inlaid on the head of the long stick, but there is no trace of the jewel now, and the top of the scepter has spread out into bat wings, symbolizing evil.

"This is the scepter of Sargeras!"

Yado reached out and took the scepter from Medivh's hand. This is a powerful artifact. Although he has lost the Eye of Sargeras gem, it is still undeniable that this scepter is still a powerful weapon. artifact.

"Where are you going?" Yado looked at the old mage in front of him who decided the entire course of Azeroth and felt a little emotional.

Medivh's life was both a legend and a tragedy.

His birth was just because his mother, Aegwynn, wanted to get out of the mercy of the Tirisfal Council and give birth to a child to inherit her knowledge and power.

And at that time, the power of Sargeras invaded his body even before he was born.

As Medivh grew up day by day, the energy of the guardian of Tirisfal, which had been inherited by his mother Aegwynn before, gradually awakened in his body.

Finally, in order to better control Medivh, Sargeras let Medivh sleep when Medivh first encountered the trolls and tried his best to defeat them.

His father, Nyras, died at the hands of Sargeras trying to save his life.

The possessed Sargeras planned the Dark Portal incident, leading the orcs into Azeroth, causing endless slaughter.

In the end, Medivh finally fell in the surprise attack of Lothar and Khadgar, and fell in the battle with Sargeras.

His soul was banished to the astral world, and was not resurrected by Aegwynn until several years later.

Then the former guardian, incarnated as the blood crow prophet, wandered in Azeroth.Finally, in the holy mountain of Mount Hyjal, after the dusk of the gods, it never appeared again.

After all, the other party was the first person to discover his origin, and Yado's feelings for this person are still very complicated.

"My mother passed on the guardian power to me because she was tired of this boring life and wanted to live her own life. Although I knew where she was, I never wanted to disturb her. Now my task is also completed Now, I should go live my own life." Medivh sighed softly.

"In my life, only the first 14 years of my life were happy. Unfortunately, many things cannot be changed even if I can go back to the past. Now, I am finally free. I no longer have the power of a guardian, and the world has also There is no need for a guardian anymore. The mortal world should ultimately be guarded by the mortals themselves."

Medivh has been burdened with the responsibility of protecting this world since he was not born. This is definitely not something to be happy about, he is overwhelmed.

Now that he has finally fulfilled his duties as a guardian and has an explanation for this world, of course he wants to leave.

"Yes, the fate of mortals should be determined by themselves. They should be guarded by themselves. Whether they are guardians, guardian dragons, or others, they will eventually return to the ordinary. This is the trend of the times, and no one can change it." Yado said.

As someone who is familiar with the historical development of the world, he certainly knows where the world will go in the future.

In the original trajectory, during the holy war in Hyjal, the night elves fell to the superhuman species, and then the earth cataclysed, and the guardian dragon also lost the divine power bestowed by the Titans.

The mortal race flourished, defeated powerful enemies one after another, and finally stood at the pinnacle of the world.

"Okay, without further ado, I'm leaving now. As an astral mage, I should naturally travel to the astral world. Maybe one day, I will reach your hometown."

Medivh said slowly, and a low baritone sounded, and then a blood crow flapped its wings, flying farther and farther like that.

It's really nice to be free.

Mount Hyjal, under the World Tree.

The remnants of the Burning Legion have been swept away, the sky is no longer burning, and the earth is no longer burning.

Malfurion and the druids extinguished all the flames of fel energy with a peaceful rain covering the entire Mount Hyjal, but the trauma caused by the Burning Legion to this mountain and this tree does not know how many years it will take To smooth it out.

Ashes and wreckage lay all around, and the corpses of demons and undead lay everywhere.

The Alliance and Horde have left with the bodies of their dead comrades, and they have their own things to do.

Jaina once sincerely invited Yado to go with her, and she planned to lead everyone to the northern castle.

Then all the way to the south, on the small peninsula protruding from the sea in Dustwallow Marsh, a new city "Theramore" was built.

Because the terrain there is somewhat similar to Kul Tiras, and because it is close to the ocean, and there are no dense reefs like Azshara, making it suitable for ships to enter and exit.

But Yado refused.

Of course it was impossible for him to stay in this world, so he simply refused.

Therefore, Gianna left with regret.The Horde has long since left under the leadership of Thrall, and most of the night elves have also left long ago. They still have to go to Ashenvale, Felwood Forest, Winterspring Valley and other places to hunt down and eliminate the remaining demons. .

Tortola fell asleep under the World Tree.

The wound on his body has healed, but it's only on the surface, the scar that is close to death is not so easy to recover, it has to fall into a long sleep to recover its strength.

Even with the nourishment of the Well of Eternity and the World Tree, and the continuous energy supply of the Emerald Dream, there is no way to heal without decades.

"Yado, thank you for everything you have done for Azeroth."

Malfurion is not a person who likes hypocrisy and politeness. After all, he is not good at communication. After all, he is a standard ten thousand year old otaku.

Naturally, the words were straightforward and straight to the point: "You have gained the friendship of the night elves and all the guardians of nature. The druids are cleaning up the battlefield, and there may be something you want."

"I need the apostles of Argus." Yado said without thinking.

The apostle of Argus is a very beautiful staff. The theme of blue gemstones makes this staff the best choice for staff transformation.

And this is not a game world, and there is no outdated equipment. This powerful staff made by Eredar can be carried by Archimonde. This must be the strongest epic staff.

"Apostle of Argus? You actually know this name?" Malfurion was a little surprised.

But when you think about the mysterious relationship that Yado seems to have with Medivh, it becomes clear.

Of course, what's more important is that Malfurion didn't have such thoughts. He continued: "After Archimonde died, the druids got the items he carried with him, a total of six pieces of epic equipment. There are also some very Precious materials. Among them, the staff of the Apostle of Argus is one of the best among them, but compared to your contribution, it is not worth mentioning at all."

Malfurion's order was conveyed through the ubiquitous nature, and soon a staff emitting azure blue light was sent over by two storm crows.

"Here, this is the apostle of Argus, you deserve it."

Malfurion said, and at the same time ordered the two druids to hand the staff to Yado.

"Thank you, Arch Druid. Then, goodbye, I hope we will meet again one day."

After getting the staff he wanted, Yado naturally stopped staying and teleported away.

The world of Azeroth is very large. The combined area of ​​this planet Azeroth, Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms alone exceeds that of the previous Earth.

After the Holy War of Hyjal and Ragnarok, the entire Azeroth fell into relative peace.

Yado and Susie, while they still have time, they have traveled to many places. They have fished in the rainstorm of Stranglethorn Vale, skied on the top of Dun Morogh's snow mountain, and also traveled in Thousand Needles. Hanging around in the stone forest and so on, almost went to every corner of Azeroth.

Of course, Yado also wants to go to the North Pole and Outland to take a look, but obviously this is not the time to go to these two places.

At the end of the day, they returned to Lordaeron, to the place where they first came.

At this time, there are only some remaining undead left here, and most of the undead have been destroyed on the Holy Mountain of Hyjal.Arthas responded to the Lich King's call and returned to the Frozen Throne.

(End of this chapter)