Stratholme God

   Chapter 450 We happen to be professional too

"This……"

The closer the    was to the Temple of Akoran, the heavier the hearts of the elf bosses became.

   In the distance, the sea of ​​corpses was turbulent, looking extremely terrifying, but in fact it was just what it looked like.

   You don't even need the help of the Alliance's artillery, just the night elves can handle it easily.

  “Boom—”

  The mountain giants don't have to pull up trees this time, they pick up the solid stone pillars of the Azshara ruins, and play more smoothly.

   With their endless power, a simple swipe to the ground can knock over a hundred zombies or skeleton soldiers.

   That's right... Not a single high-level undead.

  There are no lich, no death knight, and no deep sea giants that should be lingering here.

You don't even need to go to the seaside, just by the deep footprints of the deep sea giants that stretch into the depths of the sea, you can determine that the main force of the Scourge has been withdrawn, with the deep sea giants who have turned into zombies, and everything that can be collected in Azshara Powerful souls together...

   "Malfurion... is he still inside?" Tyrande was almost speechless.

   "Yes, the child is still inside." Cenarius replied in a deep voice.

  Finally, after a seemingly fierce battle, the huntress riding the Nightsaber easily found Malfurion.

   "He..." Illidan wanted to ask what happened to his eldest brother. Seeing the sad expression on the huntress's unbearable expression, he snorted, "Cut!"

   The mystery is revealed!

  The Scourge had no intention of concealing what they had done, and Malfurion was nailed to the altar in the center of the main hall of the temple.

   That terrifying appearance, anyone with phobia density disorder will vomit on the spot when they see it.

"Humph!"

   "Illidan, wait..." Tyrande didn't have time to stop it, Illidan had already dodged, and the orange arc blade fell, cutting off the disgusting tentacles attached to Malfurion's body with one move.

The   yellow-yellow-green-green slurry was sprayed everywhere, but all of it was instantly evaporated by the magical energy lingering on Illidan.

   "Wow—" Malfurion let out an unconscious scream.

   He didn't wake up, or in other words, he couldn't wake up at all, because his eyelids were tightly sewn with [Abomination Suture]. Of course, more importantly, his consciousness fell into a nightmare.

   "Illidan, you are too reckless!" Cenarius murmured angrily and swept towards Illidan with one hand.

  Illidan stepped aside without saying a word, ceding his place beside Malfurion to the forest demigod who was revered by all elves.

   "God! Child, what have they done to you?" As a rare father among demigods, Cenarius' milk power is quite shocking. The demigod in the form of a centaur, stretched out his arm covered with horned rhizomes and waved, and a cluster of green light immediately fell on Malfurion's head.

   His shattered body, especially the rib wound where the tentacles were inserted just now, immediately recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

but……

  Cenarius yelled angrily in the next second: "How brave! Those **** actually..."

   He pushed forward with both hands and used an emerald green energy mask to firmly cover Malfurion.

   In the next second, the unconscious Malfurion started to spray out the slurry from seven holes.

  Every night elves present were stunned.

   "What is this?" Tyrande asked in surprise.

"Damn it! Plague! A terrible plague that can turn the living into the undead!" Even Cenarius was so scared that his spine shivered: "If I didn't control him just now, I'm afraid this plague will infect each of us, If we just go back to Darnassus, then..."

  Tyrande was so shocked that her whole body trembled like chaff. She couldn't imagine what would happen when the plague spread throughout the night elves.

   Are all the dead?

   A voice suddenly sounded: "We have seen this thing before. It is very troublesome. If you apply the most powerful holy light, maybe it can be purified."

   Tyrande turned his head and immediately recognized that the man was a Paladin of the Trident Legion, what was his name [Black Tea Master]: "Then..."

The elite operator stepped forward to check and shook his head: "No. This is most likely the original virus of the [Natural Disaster Plague] planted by Kel'Thuzad, the Great Lich of the Natural Disaster. If the plague virus is forcibly removed, I am afraid that even Mafa Lord Leo will also die."

  The Scourge Legion's hand is so beautiful that Tyrande, Illidan and the others have numb scalps.

   is too vicious.

   They injected the plague virus into Malfurion's bone marrow, and whether it was cleaned with holy light or natural magic, it would most likely kill Malfurion.

   But if it is not removed, the plague toxin on his body will spread again.

   As soon as Cenarius let go, the poison would disperse immediately.

   Maiev* Shadowsong angrily slammed her fist on the temple's colonnade: "Is this forcing us to kill Lord Malfurion* Stormrage?"

"It would be nice if it were that simple." Cenarius suddenly took a breath: "Half of his soul was cut away, I sensed that the Scourge was using his soul as a magic circle to open the way to Emerald. The entrance to the dream."

"what!"

   This time, not to mention Tyrande, one of the Druids present was counted as one, and they all turned pale.

The two sects of the night elves stand side by side: one is the goddess of the moon, which believes in Elune, the goddess of the moon, and the goddess of the moon with the Sisters of Elune as its core; the other is the natural sect that follows Cenarius, and the Emerald Dream is every Druid. A sacred place that absolutely cannot be violated in the heart.

  When Illidan heard this, he picked up the egg knife and wanted to kill his relatives righteously on the spot.

   Tyrande screamed: "What are you doing, Illidan?"

Illidan gritted his teeth angrily: "It's shameful enough for him to lose his hand and be captured! Do you want to make him quite a traitor and let those abominable evil ghosts contaminate the entire Emerald Dream? You can't do it, let me do it! All sins I'll take it, maybe you can say that Malfurion died heroically!"

   At this point, Illidan's assertiveness has begun to show.

"No! If only it were that simple!" Cenarius' face was as black as the bottom of a pot: "The other party has set up a magic circle in the far north. Once Malfurion dies, his soul cannot return to the earth, and It will become the eye of an evil magic circle. Increase the speed of the invasion of the Emerald Dream."

   "What!?" Illidan was dumbfounded.

   Tyrande said anxiously, "Can't you stop it?"

   "This... I'm afraid not. Malfurion's authority in the Emerald Dream is second only to me... This authority is bound by the soul, and even His Majesty Ysera cannot take it back."

   This time, even Cenarius couldn't help but feel sad.

   They thought the Scourge was on the second floor, but Terenas was on the fifth floor!

   Completely counted every step of the reaction of the night elf high-level!

   Maiev* Shadowsong, an outsider, is more sober: "Ignore Malfurion Lord's problem for now, we should immediately notify His Majesty Ysera."

   Several elf bosses woke up like a dream, and Cenarius immediately shook the man, oh, the dragon.

   After more than ten seconds, he was embarrassed, and his voice was full of disbelief: "His Majesty Ysera said that she had already started deploying the defense almost half a year ago. It was the Alliance's Trident Legion who assisted in the defense."

   Facing Tyrande's hellish expression, [Chu Jiayun] stroked his left shoulder with his right hand and gave a deep salute: "Uh, we also happen to be professional about dream defense."

   (end of this chapter)