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Sharlayan, who was in the Eastern Kingdom, was unaware of the quarrel among the night elves. At this moment, he was feeling the terrifying coercion of Archimonde up close.

It is said to be close, mainly because Archimonde's body is too huge, and the sense of presence and coercion is too strong, giving people an illusion that he is close in front of his eyes.

In fact, Darrow County, where Archimonde is located, is still a long way from Barov Castle on Keir Darrow Island.

But this huge blue demon that seemed to be able to connect to the sky seemed to be right in front of them, causing Sarlayan, Valeera, and Stellagosa to unconsciously feel fear in their hearts.

This kind of fear cannot be controlled by humans, but is the instinct of intelligent creatures to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, warning Salayan and others to stay away from this dangerous creature as much as possible.

"This is... Archimonde the Polluter?"

The expressions of Valeera and Little Xingxing are very serious.

Theoretically, Valeera and Stellagosa had seen a true god who was more powerful than Archimonde—the Eternal Winter Queen and the eldest daughter Gristia.

However, standing on the same standpoint as Sharlayan, these two Eternals are allies, and they have never really shown their powerful strength and aura as Eternals in front of Sharlayan and others.

Archimonde was the first demigod peak level strong enemy with obvious hostility they had seen.

Sharlayan was thinking more now.

"The momentum of Archimonde, who has not officially become a true god, is so amazing, Sargeras, Denathrius and the warden..."

Sharlayan sighed with deep eyes: "Sure enough, my current strength is far from enough to wrestle with these cosmic-level bosses, and I can't even get the qualification to enter."

[Indeed, after killing Archimonde this time, Xiao Sa should really be ready to break through the shackles of mortals. 】

【Once Archimonde died, Sharlayan should face Kil'jaeden and the Old Gods next, and the last time would be a veteran demigod of Loken's level. 】

Sharlayan: "There is a long way to go... Forget it, we will consider these things later. For now, let's restrain our minds and continue to advance the plan."

Archimonde walked out of the Legion Portal with astonishing momentum, and the group of high-level legions following him should not be underestimated.

Although it is difficult to recognize who is who because of the face blindness of demons, according to the information provided by the barrage, there should be at least four high-level demons of Mannoroth, Tichondrius, Azgalor and Anaceron. High-level demon officer.

Except for Tichondrius, the leader of the Dread Demon Lord, who was sent by Kil'jaeden to assist Archimonde's staff, the other demon officers are all directly subordinates of Archimonde.

Bearing the powerful aura emanating from Archimonde's subconscious, Sharlayan stared at the next move of the demon group with a serious expression.

In front of Archimonde, Kel'Thuzad, who was the second-ranked member of the Scourge, could only obediently lie low, respectfully representing Ner'zhul, the Lich King who was unable to come in person, to express his loyalty to the polluters.

Although Archimonde is always habitually reckless, in fact, his brain is not stupid, otherwise he would not be able to kill his mentor Sakir, and because of his merits, he replaced Sakir and was promoted to the third eredar. One of the great consuls.

After mastering a powerful force that is difficult for ordinary people to match, Archimonde prefers to use simple and crude methods to solve problems—that is, the so-called breaking through all methods with one force.

Kel'Thuzad, who bowed his head to pay tribute to Archimonde, was under more pressure than Salayan, who was watching from a distance, but he could only grit his teeth and continue to persevere.

Kel'Thuzad could feel that Archimonde was looking at him playfully.

"Oh~"

About ten seconds later, Archimonde looked back with a playful face.

"Little Lich, you've done a good job. Let the Burning Legion take over the next siege. Tell Ner'zhul that he can get out of the way and continue with his little plans."

The fire of soul in Kel'Thuzad's eyes flickered slightly. He didn't try to talk back to the rude Archimonde, but still respectfully replied in a low voice: "Obey, I hope Lord Polluter can win the battle."

Watching Kel'Thuzad gradually drift away, Archimonde sneered, and suddenly waved behind him.

"Tichondrius."

"My lord, I am here."

A dreadlord with a calm demeanor came out respectfully, and half-kneeled in front of Archimonde to obey.

"Before we set off, Kil'jaeden should have a task for you, right?"

Archimonde smiled meaningfully: "Go and complete the mission he gave you. The Burning Legion does not need subordinates who are single-minded."

The corner of the mouth of the dread demon known as Tichondrius curled into a hideous smile: "Your will."

After Tichondrius turned into a large bat and flew away, Archimonde suddenly turned his gaze to the direction of Keldron Island in the distance.

"Hmph! The ants who are spying on me secretly, let you live a little longer."

"Well!"

Archimonde's powerful long-range deterrence made Sharlayan's chest ache, and a stream of blood unconsciously spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Tsk! The gap is still too big."

This small internal injury was nothing to Sharlayan, and the physical trauma was far inferior to the mental pressure he was under at the moment.

After teaching the spy a little lesson, Archimonde strode forward with his head held high, step by step towards the Dalson defense line where the Silver Knights were in full swing.

Sarlayan, who was still watching Archimonde's movements from the corner of his eye, narrowed his eyes slightly: "Valeera, warn Uther to give up the line of defense and retreat immediately, without any hesitation."

"good."

Valeera didn't ask why, and the figure disappeared from the spot in a flash.

"Stella, let's go and see how Jaina is doing."

Wiping off the blood from the corner of his mouth, Sharlayan turned around and teleported to the bottom of the watchtower with Stellagosa.

"Regardless of the progress of her breakthrough, we have to shift positions."

...

The plan that Sharlayan made in advance was only a rough outline after all, and it was impossible to accurately predict every step of Archimonde's actions. It was necessary to call multiple emergency plans prepared in advance according to the actual situation at any time.

Unsurprisingly, Archimonde really planned to give Azeroth a blow by himself.

After receiving Sharlayan's warning, Uther, who was busy rectifying military affairs, didn't quite understand the reason, but out of his trust in the ability of the Duke of Deep Shadow, he immediately began to arrange the defenders on the defense line in an orderly manner. retreat.

In most cases, an orderly retreat is the indisputable correct choice, and this is also a decision Uther, who is naturally cautious, will inevitably make.

However, at this moment, facing the impatient Archimonde, the efficiency of an orderly retreat seemed somewhat insufficient.

Uther, who was in the middle army, left Dalson's line of defense less than 5 minutes ago with a worried face, when there was an unusually scorching energy fluctuation behind him.

"boom!"

The pillar of evil fire that soared into the sky completely destroyed the fortifications that had been reinforced by the Knights of the Silver Hand in a few breaths, and the troops who failed to evacuate in time were also swept in by the pillar of fire.

No screams, no other movement.

When the pillar of evil energy flames was gradually extinguished, there was nothing left of the original Dalson line of defense, except for a charred black pit with a faint green glow.

What? Sanctified?

Under the impact of fel energy on this scale, the little holy light that was driven into the ground by mortals would have no effect.

"this……"

Seeing the end of Dalson's line of defense with his own eyes, Uther, who was lucky enough to escape, felt a little cold in his vest.

Dathrohan also stared dumbfounded at the looming blue giant behind the pillar of fel energy: "That's Archimonde? This is too..."

Tirion Fording looked worriedly towards Hearth Valley, north of the Dalson defense line, and took a deep breath to suppress the rising anxiety in his heart.

"Uther, now is not the time to be in a daze. Let's retreat faster. Andorhal... probably won't be able to keep it. We must urge the hundreds of thousands of people in the town to evacuate in time."

Tirion's words awakened Uther, who was still blaming himself for not retreating resolutely enough, and he beat his horse and started galloping as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Keep up! Queen Calia is right. Lordaeron's strength alone is not enough to face such a terrifying enemy beyond common sense!"

In the process of galloping his horse, Uther, who fell on the ground to reduce the wind resistance, gritted his teeth and said, "I hope that, as Sharlayan said, this monster will be temporarily satisfied after destroying Andorhal, otherwise..."

Uther didn't say the second half of the sentence, but Dathrohan and Tirion, who followed closely with the same dignified expressions, knew what he wanted to express.

‘Lordaeron may be doomed. '