The power of Akmund, who began the assault, was not trivial. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

For this battle, Akmund prepared for a long time, first designed a new magic circle, sacrificed a large number of demons to suppress the play of the gods of the wilderness and the druids, and then took out Sargeras's spear to break through the blockade of the five-colored dragon king.

In this case, Malfurion, Ravenkes, and Drunken Wind in the command center had already hid to the side.

Just kidding, how did Akmund block it at this time? I can't stop it even if I try my best!

"Hahahaha!" Finding himself between himself and the World Tree, everyone chose to dodge, and Akmund looked up to the sky and laughed, "Ants, you have finally accepted your fate—your world is finished!" ”

With that, Akmund finally walked slowly towards the World Tree.

Beneath Tedasir, a large area of pollution spread, and everyone watched as Akmund walked up.

"I've been waiting for this moment for 10,000 years." Akmund held out his hand to Tedasil, "Now, this damn tree is mine!" ”

Under the watchful eye of all the Oathed Owners, Akmund captured Tedasir.

"It's over......" Illidan, Mavi, Kane Bloodhoof, Alex, Ruhl...... The hearts of all those who were still holding back the demon's footsteps on the battlefield sank at the same time, "Let Akmund seize the opportunity." ”

At the same time, Ravenkeys, Malfurion, and Drunken Wind, who were hiding to the side, glanced at each other.

"Malfurion, blow the trumpet." Drunken Wind closed his eyes unwillingly, "This battle is over. ”

"yes, blow the horn." Ravenketh also nodded slightly, "If you are unwilling, you can't help it, this is war." ”

Malfurion silently unhooked the horn from his waist and raised the ancient horn to his lips.

At this moment, Malfurion remembered the dead minotaurs of Guda Falls, Venucci with a confident face holding the Atama Crystal, Drunken Wind pointing at Azhara, and Woking who lost his father......

The Great Druid took a deep breath, then used all his strength to blow the horn in his hand.

The majestic voice resounded through Mount Hyjal!

The descendants of the most mysterious demigod Eisena emerged from the forest, and the dense elves descended to the ground like the Milky Way, lighting up the entire Hyjal Mountains.

At some point, the sky went completely dark, and Elune and the Blue Child appeared in the sky, silently watching everything.

Akmund, who had come under Teldashir, no longer cared about everything around him, he stretched out his big hand, grabbed the World Tree, and began to frantically absorb the power in it.

And thousands of elves rushed to Akmund for the first time.

In the eyes of all the people who have sworn the oath, these elves began to blow themselves up.

Pixies are children of nature, they can't speak, and they can't attack - their only way to express their displeasure is to blow themselves up, and their self-explosion can banish everything that is not natural.

"Get out of here!"

Akmund shouted angrily, trying to get rid of the troublesome little ones, but the deathless elves were still just around him, and stopped Akmund with a frantic self-detonation.

"Burning Legion, stop these damn things for me!"

At the critical moment, Akmund was also a little flustered, and the demons he began to command the Burning Legion to blow themselves up, and successfully contained the elves!

The demon's self-detonation made the hearts of all those who had sparked the oath of hope swell again.

If the elves can't stop Akmund, it's really over!

As the heir of Eisena, the elf is still under the influence of the Akmund circle, and in the evil energy of Mount Hyjal, the power of the elf's self-explosion is getting smaller and smaller.

What to do?!

Without hesitation, Malfurion took off the other horn from his waist and blew it again.

In the middle of the forest, a new army rushed out.

This time, Malfurion sounded the rallying call of the Night's Watch.

Prince Pharyrdis appeared on the battlefield with his night watchmen, and thousands of night elf spirits leaned down en masse and kissed the ground beneath their feet.

The next moment, led by Prince Pharrodis, the Night's Watch began to charge.

This time, no one could stop the Night's Watch.

Countless night watchmen, led by their own prince, rushed to Akmund's side and resolutely detonated their own souls.

Akmund's cards were out, and now in the face of these self-sacrificing souls, there was nothing the polluters could do.

Unable to catch Tedasir any longer, Akmund was hit by the violent explosion and retreated, even unsteady on his feet.

At the same time, the skin of the World Tree, Teldashir, which carries the immortality of the Night Elves, begins to crack.

The World Tree, the last seed of the mother tree, Garnier, finally could not withstand the severe pollution and fell into a collapse.

At this moment, on Mount Hyjal, the stars and the moon are gone!

The roar of Akmund and the explosion of the Night's Watch resounded throughout the summit of Mount Hyjal, writing a meaningful end to the battle.

In this battle, the strength of the Burning Legion was greatly reduced, and almost all the demons summoned to Azeroth returned to the Twisted Void to wait for resurrection.

In this battle, there was not one young man among the Minotaur warriors, and they used their lives as bait to trap and kill the leader of the Burning Legion.

In this battle, the Draenei lost two important Atama Crystals, but their faith in the Light was strengthened.

In this battle, the five-colored dragon no longer looked at the mortal with contempt in his eyes, and the colorless dragon king began to really think about this era.

In this battle, the Night Elves lost their eternal life, they were no longer immortal beings, and the moment Teldashir exploded, countless Night Elves instantly turned gray.

In this battle, the Darkspear Troll lost his wise patriarch Senkin, but his son took his place, vowing to lead his people on.

Perhaps the allies and tribes in the Eastern Kingdoms who are still in the midst of civil strife do not know the specifics of this battle, but the souls of those who sleep forever on Mount Hyjal, even the proudest, must admit that they are true heroes.

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After the war, Drunken Wind finally saw his son Little Nomi, he grabbed Onexia, picked up Little Nomi, and chose to leave quietly - leave everything in Hyjal to Malfurion!

"Daddy, Daddy! Tell Nomi a story! Tell a super epic story! ”

"Nomi is good, Dad doesn't tell stories today."

"Why don't you tell a story?"

"Because today, we are in the midst of one of the most epic stories!"