"Illidan ......" Kael'thas said the name with trembling lips.

Illidan the Betrayer was released, and in the Felwood Forest, he killed the Dreadlord Tikdios of the Burning Legion.

And his most iconic army is the Naga.

Those compatriots in the deep sea, the upper elves of 10,000 years ago!

So, Lotherma and Illidan came together?

When did they get close? And when did they come together?

The prince couldn't figure it out.

But he knew that he and his people had become pawns.

Garethus looked at Lotherma, then at Kael'thas, and then at the Naga army as they emerged from the sea.

He laughed.

"Traitor?"

"The alliance already knew about ......"

"Someone will deal with him!"

Night Elf after Night Elf appeared on Garethus' ship.

Mavi. The figure of the shadow song emerges from the shadows.

The High Priestess, who had come after the betrayer, had already sworn with her life that she would bring the prisoner back to his cage!

Kael'thas saw this, his hands and feet cold.

He finally understood.

Everything is hypocritical.

What alliances, what honors, what beliefs.

It's all fake! It's all fake!

As soon as it is profitable, they immediately tear up all pretenses.

Even the Night Elves!

It was at this time that the Well of the Sun suddenly trembled.

The golden water of the well, boiling hot and boiling like lava.

The little sapling, the young leaves of the World Tree sapling, slowly stretched out.

Its shadow is reflected in the well water.

It is also reflected in the entire island of Queldanus.

Golden roots emerge from the land of the island.

Intense arcane energy, tumbling, boiling.

"You ......" a crisp voice rang out from these roots, from the sky.

On the young leaves, countless shadows are quietly stretching.

"...... Me"

"What did the only mother tree planted by the Great Master become?"

The immature voice sounded directly in everyone's heart.

"Blasphemy!"

"Unforgivable blasphemy!"

"Great Master......"

The anger of the little sapling made the roots come out of the ground directly.

In the sky above the entire island of Queldanus, the green leaves slowly folded into a magnificent and fantastic scene.

It is a pattern of strange rings and magnificent paths.

Brilliant psionic energy lingers in these patterns.

Countless rays of light, blooming with devastating colors.

"You are blaspheming against the Great Master!"

This is where the little sapling is most angry!

Insulting Him, it's nothing.

After all, He is just a small sapling in development.

But these foolish mortals regard He, the sacred mother tree planted and watered by the hands of the Great Master, as nothing, and even discuss the words to destroy, take, and offer to Him in His presence.

This is unforgivable blasphemy!

The most direct and shameful blasphemy against the Great Master!

Because it doesn't take His Master into account at all!

This is a great sin!

The unforgivable, the incorrigible sin!

If these blasphemers could not be punished immediately, the little sapling knew that someone else would take action.

In this lower world, there are several seeds that can allow some great beings to come at any time.

Once these seeds are activated, servants of the Great Master will come.

Then, in their wrath, they will tear the whole world apart!

Even He may have to eat and hang up.

So, the little sapling is now angry and frightened.

Immediately, he began to exercise his power.

It is also the only active ability that awakens under the watering of His Master.

"Die!"

"Die!"

"Stupid mortals!"

In the anger of the little sapling, the rings fell from the sky, one path after another, around the entire island.

Arcane is boiling, magic is unleashed in anger.

One by one, roots emerge from the depths of the earth, dancing in anger.

At this time, everyone was stunned to find that their bodies seemed to be fixed by some force.

They hung their heads, and countless roots wrapped around their bodies.

Not only that, but these terrible roots also entangled their souls!

Around the body, one ring after another, blooming with brilliant light.

In those paths, there is a powerful energy rushing.

Raising their heads, people saw angels in the sky, spreading their wings.

Holy light, blooming from the angels.

When I looked at it again, the appearance of these angels changed.

Their bodies are like whiskers, and their sacred wings are like tiny long whiskers.

If you look closely, you will see that the angels seem to be themselves.

"I became an angel?"

Humans, Naga, and the High Elves all felt a deep fear and horror in their souls.

It seems that turning into an angel is some kind of terrible disaster and curse.

In the next second, they knew the reason!

The bright light obscured everything.

Those angels, little by little, crumbled, turned into brilliance.

At this moment, the light that bloomed on the island of Queldanus could be seen even on the planet Argus.

The leaders of the Burning Legion looked sideways.

They all felt something powerful enough to destroy them!

"This is ......" Kilgardan swallowed, "A Void Lord's self-detonation? ”

But He soon learned that it wasn't.

It's a forbidden technique unleashed by a powerful being!

…………………………

Stormwind.

Countess Catenara, stands at the window of the castle.

She looked in Lordaeron's direction.

There, the bright pillars of light, one by one, reach the sky, and they are still clearly visible even in the daytime.

She hung her head and smiled.

"Not bad......"

"The temptation is out......"

"I have to tell my brother ......"

And the whole of Stormwind is now starting to be in chaos.

Because these pillars of light are so dazzling, that everyone is starting to worry.

After all, the destruction of the kingdoms of Lordaeron and Quelsanas did not last long.

It was feared that this was the result of a natural disaster or even an attack by the Burning Legion.

In the royal palace, the regent, Duke Polva, was also looking at the pillar of light rising from the direction of Lordaeron.

"Why don't I know about Marshal Garithers leading his army to Quildanus?" He asked the ministers.

But no one answered him.

"Send someone to investigate immediately!" The regent ordered.

………………………………………………

Stratholme.

Sylvanas turned her head abruptly and looked in the direction of Quildanus.

Her eyes saw an endless array of light.

"What happened?" She immediately jumped out of the hidden room and landed on a tall building.

The pillar of light of Queldanus continues to bloom.

The bottom of her heart was pounding.

She no longer bothered to play a game of hide and seek with the scourge in this Alsace lair.

She quickly began to turn back.

The power of the sun bloomed from within her.

She began to run in the direction of her home.

She knew she had to go back immediately!

……………………………………

Sitting at the counter, Ling Ping yawned listlessly.

He had just refreshed his background data.

17……

From yesterday to today, a total of 5 have risen.

Looks good!

It's just that......

He just doesn't have the spirit today and doesn't want to code words.

Looking out the door, it was still raining.

He suddenly began to worry about his little sapling.

"It's not going to freeze, is it?"

It's a bit cold today, and the cooling is noticeable.

So, he got up and went upstairs.

Walking all the way to the third floor, he saw the small sapling in a plastic pot.

The leaves were drooping, looking malnourished.

Ling Ping'an scratched his head: "Sure enough, the weather is cold, and even the saplings will have an impact!" ”

So, he quickly squatted down and looked at the little sapling: "Little guy, you must be strong......

In case you freeze to death.

There won't be any peaches to eat next year.

So, he thought about it and decided to apply some fertilizer.

So, unbuckle your belt......

Whoa......

Don't say it, as soon as you pee, the leaves of the little sapling are refreshed.

"Sure enough......" Ling Ping'an nodded: "It's a lack of nutrition!" ”

Saplings, like people, have to eat.

And this small sapling is planted in a plastic pot, and it is up to him to fertilize it!