Stratholme God

   Chapter 515 The Mysterious Airship

   "Archimonde's goal is still the World Tree—" Tyrande's scream had a heart-piercing sense of despair and grief.

   With so many sacrifices, more than half of the clansmen and elites died in Ashenvale, just to prevent the Burning Legion from occupying the World Tree and taking the power of Azeroth.

  Night elves don't mind sacrifice.

   This is their duty and mission.

   While gaining the power of immortality, they enjoy honor and the gifts of nature, and they have to pay the price.

   It's just that they can't accept it. After sacrifice, they still can't stop Archimonde!

   She screamed, and all the heroes of the coalition army followed desperately. They ignored Archimonde's possible counterattack and used all their strength to chase after Archimonde and slashed endlessly.

   is useless!

   Mengde is so huge!

   Even if it is to climb, it is still a step of ten meters!

   When such a big super demon is playing tricks on its skin, stubbornly eating the attacks of the heroes, and even if it is **** and on the verge of death, it has to rush over and hug the World Tree to grind itself.

  The upper limit of their attack power is placed here. Even if Archimonde gives up his body's defense, Lao Wu can shave off a piece of meat the size of a carriage with each sword, but Mengde's bones are super hard!

  The unit time damage of heroes to Archimonde is still too limited.

"Hahaha! Mortals, you are heroic, but you can't stop me! When I gain the power of the World Tree, it is the moment of destruction for this world!" Under the pain, Archimonde twisted his tone. The manic laughter echoed throughout Mount Hyjal.

   Every tree kept trembling because of his mad words, dropping leaves in a "swoosh".

   This is a trampling on the honor of the night elves, a contempt for the living, and a declaration of war on the whole world.

  To everyone's surprise, McDonald's didn't get involved in the final shot.

   Standing on the ground blackened by the fire, letting the stench of wind blowing past his cheeks, and staring at the towering giant tree that Mende rudely climbed to the top of the mountain, MacDonald seemed to be wandering.

   He became a spectator!

   Shandris glanced at McDonald, as if he wanted to say something, but was grabbed by Tyrande.

   Tyrande shook his head.

   Shandris froze for a moment, bit his lower lip, and said nothing after all.

The    Alliance and Horde have done a great job at this point. As allies of the temporary group, no one can accuse them of being ineffective. If you can do it yourself, you don't need to form a coalition.

  The terrain of Mount Hyjal can create local annihilation with more and less attacks. If it is replaced by a plain area, maybe the alliance's army formation will be overwhelmed by the tide of demons.

   "It's just..." Tyrande and Shandris were somewhat regretful.

   McDonald's has been doing so well all the time, and it would be true perfection if it could help with the finishing touch.

  Unfortunately, it was just a little bit short.

   However, that is the responsibility of the guardians of the world tree - the night elves.

"Fandral—" Tyrande let out a coquettish cry, and Fandral, who had been prepared, ran to the side decisively. Immediately, a group of druids who turned into raptors in the distance rushed over and turned into human figures beside Fandral, and they began to gather together. spellcasting.

   This is a very weird scene.

   There was a roar that shook the sky not far away, but this area was so quiet that you could hear the needle falling, almost only Fandral's voice was echoing, and all the druids were communicating with the earth with their thoughts.

  10,000 years ago, the night elf Druid, under the leadership of Cenarius and his father Malron, mastered the ability to communicate with nature.

  From then on, death no longer represented absolute annihilation for the night elves.

  When the night elves die in the forest, they will turn into [elf] that look like light balls.

   These ancient souls living in the forests of Kalimdor live in harmony with the night elves and serve the ancient trees, which can transform into various trees and grow into living structures.

   This is the reason, the night elves are extremely disgusted with the tribes to cut down trees.

   This is not only to cut down their companions, but also to dig ancestral graves in a sense.

   At this moment, the Druids headed by Fandral called the elves.

   Their incantations are less like mantras and more like poems.

"us--

   Born out of trolls,

  Different from trolls…

  The beginning of everything comes from nature;

   Earth and wind, fire and water surround everything.

   Then life was born from the water,

   is born in the earth,

  The seeds are carried by the wind, multiplied to the distance,

   Light is given by fire,

  In the end it belongs to the soul..."

  Druids continued to sing about the birth, age, illness and death of night elves. Gradually, the entire forest and the entire Mount Hyjal were filled with a confused turquoise.

The    elves rose slowly, obeyed the call, and gathered towards the World Tree like a hundred rivers entering the sea.

   Countless flickering points of light, like the stars that dot the night sky, fill the sky shrouded in darkness.

   This scene is beautiful!

  When most of the heroes of the tribe were at a loss, the heroes of the alliance began to sense the poignant beauty inside.

   Cenarius stopped his four hooves.

   Shandris fell to his knees, covering his face and crying.

  Two lines of clear tears rolled down Tyrande's beautiful face.

  I don't know why, but McDonald's hand was too cheap. He stretched out his right index finger, trying to gently wipe away the tears from the corner of Tyrande's eyes.

   Little did he know, Tyrande grabbed his finger with one hand, and the sorrow in his eyes was filled with anger: "You don't know what this means at all?"

   McDonald's laughed: "You are wrong, I know, we all know..."

   After saying that, he pointed to the tree crown.

   "When?" Tyrande was a little dumbfounded.

   She didn't even notice that, at some point, three zeppelins hovered near the canopy. On the huge balloon, the familiar trident emblem shone with golden light.

   "Shh! The next thing I'm going to tell you is a little secret for the two of us."

  Tyrande suddenly found that she couldn't resist McDonald's putting her mouth close to her long sensitive ears...

   Over there, Archimonde, who had just cheated not to die with the coalition heroes, suddenly felt that something was wrong.

   In this life, he is not as reckless as in history. He does not climb trees with 10% residual blood. If he had to calculate, he still had nearly 20% of his blood volume.

   At this speed, he climbed up the tree, and the little mortals behind him couldn't do anything about him.

   But at this moment, the depths of his heart, which never felt fear, seemed to be dominated by uneasy emotions for the first time, and what he saw with his fel radiant eyes was not a simple elf.

   But the world of Azeroth rejected him!

   He watched in shock as thousands of elves began to flock to him across the battlefield.

   did not have the kind of momentum that swept everything, but it scared him more than any tarsal maggot, it was a kind of destruction in disguise.

   "Pfft!" An elf exploded, and the feeling of rejection became stronger.

   (end of this chapter)