After completing the "healing" of the World Tree, the druids returned to their respective homes. ¥°F Top Novel,www.

Tyrande also heard Nodashir's voice, "Is that a response to being healed?" A shadow cast over her heart, and her instincts told her a negative answer.

As a sacrifice to the moon god, Tyrande does not have the ability to communicate with the World Tree. If Malfurion had been here, he would have known the truth about the withering of the World Tree.

"Wake up, Malfurion, my love." Tyrande hurried to the Moonlit Glade once more, calling out to Malfurion day after day, trying to wake him up. But the failure of the past few months has made her regard this call as a simple ritual and sustenance, and she no longer has the expectation of awakening Malfurion.

The Fury Wind brothers are the two people she cares about the most, and Illidan's "death" also makes Tyrande very sad.

When night falls, the Great Druid Deer Helm transforms into a raven and flies alone under the World Tree. After months of preparing for this day, his mood became very excited.

"Wastann, my son." Vandal turned back into human form, muttering under his breath, reaching his trembling hand to the trunk of the tree. "You'll be resurrected in no time!"

During the daytime ritual, the druids chanted the incantations were not spells to heal the World Tree at all, and the sound made by the World Tree was not a response to healing.

It was the sound of pain.

"Yiqiē's preparations are all for this day, and it's finally here!"

Vandal became so frenetic that he forced himself to calm down and uttered a lengthy incantation in the language of the Elder Gods.

He felt that as the spell progressed, the soul of Vastein, which he had planted in the trunk of the Nodashir tree a few months earlier, gradually took on a substance. Nightmare seeds frantically drain the energy of the World Tree. and feed some of it back into Wastein's soul to help him reinvent it.

Today is when the deal is done.

Vandal felt the pulse in his palm. The outer bark of the World Tree began to wither and crack open. A black-purple hand reached out from the crack. This is followed by the entire arm and shoulder, as well as the rest of the body.

When Vandal looked at the face of the man who had broken free from the trunk of the World Tree, he finally cried with joy.

"Vastein, my son, you are alive at last!" Vandall's voice trembled, and he hugged his son hard.

"Yes, father, I'm alive." The Night Elves that emerge from this tree are as naked as they were when they were born**. His black-purple skin faded in color under the moonlight, eventually turning into the light purple skin of a normal Night Elf.

He hugged his father back. But his eyes shone abnormally.

"The Nightmare King saved me, father." Wastein whispered.

Above them, the World Tree began to wither rapidly, and the fallen leaves were scattered in large swaths in the breeze. Silently, more Night Elves fell into an eerie slumber.

Inside the trunk, a terrifying, twisted shadow is corroding Nordasil, and the energy of the World Tree, blessed by the guardian dragon, is rapidly draining. On the contrary, on the cliffs north of Aishara, the rattans of the great tree that had previously led the Naga mutated were writhing wildly. It is growing at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

"My strength has increased!"

"Soon I'll be able to influence reality and dreams at the same time!"

"I will be the most powerful Being-Zài in Azeroth!"

The Twisted Tree emitted mad thoughts, the writhing rattans that seemed to express the wildness within it.

Just then, a cold, low, ancient voice reached the Twisted Tree's thoughts: "Don't have thoughts you shouldn't have, Harveys. Don't forget why you are where you are today. ”

The Twisted Tree, the entity of Harvis, the Nightmare King, suddenly felt like a bucket of ice water was pouring over his head. All the delusions and madness vanished the moment the voice was heard, leaving only awe and fear.

"Yes, great master Enzos......"

——

When the ancient god Enzos remotely controlled his minions with his mind. The other two Elder Gods of Azeroth are also communicating in their own unique ways.

"Enzos is activating, what's going on over there. Yugsaron? ”

The voice came from the southern end of Kalimdor, a large land called Silisus. Tens of thousands of years ago. The Titans sealed the ancient god Cthun here.

And the Yogsaron he refers to is another dangerous ancient god imprisoned in a Titan yàn chamber called Ulduar in the Storm Cliffs of Northrend.

"It's all planned." Yugsaron's answer was confident, but he immediately changed his tune, "But I think Enzos has other plans. We can't trust him. ”

"He must have thought so, too." Cthun conveyed his thoughts, "It is possible to cooperate for a short time, to break the cage that imprisons us. ”

"Let him take the lead, and we'll act when the opportunity comes."

"He's got a good hand."

"We're not bad either."

"So...... Happy to work with. ”

The Elder Gods were not very harmonious with each other. Enzoth is the most powerful of the Elder Gods of Azeroth, and it will be up to Yogsaron and Cthun to join forces to take on this formidable opponent. Tens of thousands of years ago, a very fierce war broke out between the two sides.

As Cthun said, Enzos is not only powerful, but also has a good deck of cards. So even if it's two-on-one, Enzos still has a lot of spare power.

Although they have a grudge, this time, since Enzos offered to jointly break the Titans' seal on them, of course they would not refuse.

After completing his contact with Yugsaron, Cthun began to intensify the implementation of his plan.

And the leader of the Qila Worm people under his control, the Twin Emperors immediately received the "oracle".

"We're going to hurry. Brothers. ”

"One qiē is all to welcome the return of the master!"

"This time, the Night Elves will pay the price."

Angela's worms are ready to move, and Yugsaron in Ulduar is naturally unwilling to be left behind.

He's found a good way to boost himself greatly.

"Enzos, you stole the power of the guardian dragon and thought you could be invincible?" Yugsaron let out a low, frantic taunt from the depths of darkness. "That's just a bunch of Titans!"

"And I, Yogsaron. Will defeat you all with Titan's technology! ”

"Everyone!"

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Previously, in order to expand the strength of the Scourge Legion and dominate Northrend, Arthas, the "Lich King", couldn't help but target the indigenous creatures of Northrend. His chosen targets were the Frostvein Dwarves of the Stormcrags.

The Frostvein Dwarves have lived in the Storm Cairns for generations. It's dangerous, it's cold. So apart from the world's enemies, the Iron Dwarves, they have not had any natural enemies for thousands of years.

When the Grand General of the Silver Covenant, Winlesa, evacuated, the Frostvein Dwarves were at the head of the Frostvein Thomel. Thunder Fist led back to the Storm Crags, still maintaining a loose alliance with his former comrades, Spider-Man, Walrus, and others.

The advent of Akmund and the purge did not affect the Stormcrags, and they thought that was the end of the matter, but a few months later, Arthas, the Lich King, reappeared in their sights.

"Patriarch, it's not good! The Lich King is here again! "A Frostvein Dwarven warrior hastily reported the Snow Eagle's findings to Tomel of Frost Castle.

"Where are those skeletons now?" Tomer asked aloud.

"The striker is already in Echo Valley!"

"So what are you waiting for? Pass my orders. Gather all the fighters and get ready for battle! Tomel grabbed his hammer and glared, "And, go inform our allies!" ”

The war between the Scourge and the Frostvein Dwarves broke out very suddenly, and many of the Dwarves were in other settlements and did not rush over. In the face of the prepared Lich King, they can only rely on the dangerous terrain to defend.

Tomer. Thunder Fist slashed the two ghouls to death with a hammer, and he spat fiercely and scolded: "This group of bones can't be killed no matter how you kill them!" How far are our allies? ”

"......" he didn't wait for his deputy's answer. Turning his head, poor Calasso had been killed by a death knight.

With anger burning in Tomer's eyes, he was about to avenge Karasso, but looked up. That Death Knight is holding the "Frost Sorrow"!

Arthas, the Lich King, who slew the valiant Frostvein Dwarven warrior!

"Surrender to me, Ice Dwarf!" Arthas raised his sword and aimed it at Tomer. The leader of this group of Frostvein Dwarves.

"You're delusional!" Tomel roared, his eyes bloodshot. "We, the Frostvein Dwarves, will never succumb to a natural disaster!"

"Courage is commendable, but what are you going to use to resist me?" Arthas sneered. "Only the living are dominated by stupid justice and courage. And when you die, you will all be the most loyal warriors in my 'Heavenly Damnation Army'!" ”

Behind Arthas, Calasso, who had just fallen under his sword, slowly stood up. There were also other fallen Frostvein Dwarven warriors, who had also turned into undead, and aimed their weapons at the people who had just fought side by side.

Despair and fear gripped every warrior.

Tomer. Thunder Fist shouted: "Justice will prevail!" ”

He rushed towards the Lich King with determination.

"Justice will prevail!"

The remaining Frostvein Dwarven warriors also rushed towards the enemies.

"Justice will prevail!" Not far away, a neat and loud roar suddenly erupted. A group of more than 300 paladins rode on military horses and stabbed into the Scourge like sharp knives. The leading paladin, holding a sword that shone with a strong and dazzling light, led the group of paladins to rush into the enemy group like a devastating force.

"Arthas, your opponent is me!" Prince Liam's eyes lit up with a fierce battle intent, and with a single swing of the Sword of Order Guardian in his hand, he purified the hundreds of undead in front of him, and his target was only the death knight on the back of a skeleton war horse halfway up the mountain.

Arthas finally confronted the boss who had been struggling with the Scourge for months.

He squinted slightly, and saw the identity of the person who came.

"Liam. Greyman. He recognized the man, Prince Gilneth.

Could such a strong man be born in the stupid and closed country of Gilneth?

Arthas examined his own memories, and before he traveled into this world, he remembered that Gilneth seemed to have been in isolation since the Scourge descended. Hide behind the Greymane Wall and enjoy isolation and safety.

Arthas had come close to breaching the Wall of Greymane with only a small force, but the Gilnesians summoned a group of werewolves to defend it.

Arthas knows that the history of this world has changed dramatically. However, he really didn't expect that there would be someone like Liam in the royal family of Greymane.

"I remember you were mediocre." Arthas looked at each other with interest. Liam is not a naturally qualified paladin, but only a little stronger than the average person.

"You're right. Alsace. Liam stepped forward, staring at him with a fierce gaze, "My talent is far from yours. But you have embarked on the path of depravity that is spurned by the world, and I am fighting for light and justice! ”

"You haven't lived through what I've been through, and you'll never understand my choice." Arthas tried to keep his tone as calm as possible, but he still hid hatred and anger that could not be concealed.

"I've endured more than you have endured, and I almost went down the same path as you! But I ended up with salvation, and you didn't. Prince Liam thought of what he had experienced over the past year. The ruin of the country and the betrayal of his relatives and the departure of his relatives are not even one ten-thousandth of his suffering. And these experiences made him cherish what he got in front of him.

The Ashes Inquisition will bring justice and purify evil and darkness!

Liam poured the power of light into the Sword of the Guardian of Order, and the sword seemed to sense the powerful dark creature in front of it, and it actually took the initiative to let out an excited sound.

It is thirsting for cleansing evil!

Arthas was vigilant, he could feel the strength of his opponent's sword, which was probably no less powerful than Frost's Sorrow.

He poured pure negative energy into Frost Sorrow, and the falling snowflakes were attracted by the frost power emanating from this sword and fell on the sword. It glows pale, cold.

The magic sword also emitted a low hum, like the sword of the Guardian of Order.

Liam was the first to attack, confident in the Light as much as in the Sword of the Guardian of Order. He rushed towards the Lich King. Slash a sword overflowing with the power of holy light!

At that moment, almost the entire heaven and earth were filled with this golden and holy light, and Arthas only felt extremely dazzling.

He held Frost Sorrow in both hands. The extreme chill from the hilt of the sword made him feel extremely calm.

"Boom!"

The power of holy light and justice collided with the cold and evil energy, and both of them were forced back by the other's violent power.

When the light dissipates. Arthas's heart slowly sank.

The light of Frost Sorrow dimmed, and the runes that had flickered on it were no longer shining. And Prince Liam on the other side is still in good spirits. His sword was still making aftermaths.

That sounded like a cheer of victory.

In past battles, Frostmourn has never let Arthas down. It's razor-sharp and powerful, having slashed many famous weapons and slain many formidable foes, but now it's met an even better opponent.

How could the swords of the demons of Nasrezm be comparable to those made by the Titan Guardians?

Even though Arthas's sheer strength is higher than that of Liam, the gap between the weapons has long been able to fill it, not to mention that Liam's Light is still very restrained by the dark forces.

It's going to be a tough battle.

"But I'm still going to win." Arthas thought silently.

His Heavenly Damnation has outnumbered the enemy several times, and this is the key to the outcome of the battle!

Tomer. Thunder Fist looked at Liam, who was fighting fiercely with Arthas, and his eyes widened, and his face was incredible.

"Then, isn't that the betrayed prince we hunted down before?"

What happened less than a year ago, Tomel certainly won't forget it. Shortly after the establishment of the Silver Pact, Liam led his loyal soldiers to Northrend in search of vengeance. That is, Frostmourn and the Lich King.

At first, Liam also deceived them, claiming to be reinforcements from the Alliance, and later was exposed by Jiang Weihan, who rushed here.

After that, Tomer also took part in the pursuit of the Coalition rebels and captured hundreds of surrenderers.

"That guy doesn't look like a bad guy, he's reformed?" Tomer was dumbfounded.

The battle continues.

The Ash Inquisitors are very elite, but few in number. Although the Frostvein Dwarves continue to join the battlefield, they still lack strength in the face of the Heavenly Punishment Army that can use corpses.

Alsace thought everything was in his plans.

But as he prepared to send Anatheron's demon army out to wipe out the living in one fell swoop, the Dreadlord messaged, "You should retreat—their reinforcements have arrived." ”

Annetheron did not directly participate in the battle, he and the demons were responsible for protecting the back road. As soon as the Frostvein Dwarves discovered the enemy, Tomer used the Snow Eagle to send information to the other allies for help, and a large group of walrusmen, spider-men, and other warriors were rushing here.

Things are going in a very unfavorable direction for the Damned.

After Arthas received a summons from the Dreadlord, he had no choice but to retreat, even if he was extremely unwilling.

However, when Arthas got the news, the Frostvein Dwarves also learned that reinforcements had arrived. Upon discovering signs of the Damned's retreat, Tomer immediately shouted, "Our reinforcements are coming!" Fight bravely! Hold off this group of natural disasters! Destroy them! ”

"Destroy them!" The fighters were inspired.

Liam was also in good spirits, holding his sword aloft and shouting, "Attack! Ash Judges! ”

Alsace's heart sank: it would be a complete failure.

Perhaps his wrath will be beaten back to its original form.

How long and how long will it take to dominate Northrend?

When the Alliance and the Horde get out of their predicament, they will be in danger again. He was caught in a deep sense of crisis.

At this time, a voice reached his head: "Accept my help, and you will be able to achieve what you want." ”

"Who!"

"Pledge your allegiance to me, and you will be able to gain the obedience of all natural disasters at once."

"Tell me who you are!"

"Opportunities are fleeting." (To be continued......) R527