Suddenly losing his speed advantage, Olakire's situation suddenly became dire. In just a few seconds, it had withstood countless attacks, and none of the heroes standing here had a simple, swarming spell and weapon attack that made it unbeatably wolf.

It struggled to break out of the deceleration zone of the Wall of Time before it finally regained its freedom. But that move just now was simply unguardable, and even though Olakir had understood the effect of the Wall of Time, it still didn't know how to scout. It didn't dare to charge indiscriminately now.

Orakir gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "Storm and Thunder, I command you to come to me!" ”

Its body turned into a giant eye of the storm, the sky darkened, and a suffocating pressure filled the air.

Jana had also summoned an eye of the storm before, but compared to the one in front of her, the power could only be considered ordinary. As the king of the wind elementals, Orakir is capable of summoning the most powerful storm in the world!

The storm shimmered with silvery light, and silver electric snakes twisted and twisted in it, as if they were about to choose someone to devour.

It's just that after losing the advantage of speed, Olakir is already like a toothless tiger, and the threat is greatly reduced.

The heroes' endless shields and defensive spells gradually neutralized the storm and thunder, and the ensuing battle became easier for the heroes. After this outbreak, Olakiel became very weak. It did a lot of sleepy beast fighting, but in the end, it couldn't achieve any decent results.

Jiang Weihan summoned a huge lightsaber from the sky and stabbed it from the top of the bound Orakir's head, bringing the battle to an end.

Olakir shuddered. He froze in place, then trembled. A burst of "woo" is like a low cry of wind. The Wind Elemental King's whole body disintegrated, and only the last sentence echoed in the empty Four Winds Throne with an unwilling voice:

"After every storm. It's all silent......"

――

With the death of Aurakill, the wind elementals of the Sky Wall have completely ceased to resist. Of the four elemental planes, only the Land of Flames is still stubbornly resisting.

Ragnaros is a fiery temper, as can be seen by its appearance. It generally does not play any intrigues, but only convinces people with "force".

After the seal of the elemental plane was lifted, it immediately burned the flames towards Mount Hyjal. In the early stages of the war, its army had reached the vicinity of the World Tree, Nordahir, and had almost completed the task given to it by Enzos.

You know, a year ago, Nodashir had just suffered its biggest crisis in 10,000 years. At that time, the Nightmare King had already taken away a lot of its essence, plus the later self-detonation. Nodashir almost died. Only some of its roots that have been planted into the water of the Well of Eternity are still alive.

After a year of unsparing natural spells to heal it, the druids were only seeing a slight effect—a shallow new layer of skin had grown on the trunk of the original tree of Nodashir, apparently slowly recovering. As long as you keep working hard, it will be revitalized one day.

It's just that it is very fragile now, like a young seedling that has just been planted, and it can't be damaged in the slightest, otherwise it is likely to die completely. Not only would that make the druids' efforts come to naught, but it would be a huge loss for the whole world.

As long as the World Tree is alive. It will continue to heal the wounds of the earth. Whether it is magic or evil energy, the wounds will slowly recover under its subtlety. And without it, the world would be plagued by natural disasters and the trauma of magic on the earth would be perpetuated.

Deathwing chose to launch the Cataclysm at this time, and there was no shortage of reasons to take advantage of the fact that Nordahir was at his weakest hour.

That's why the World Tree is so important. At this time, the aggression of the Land of Fire completely angered the peace-loving druids. They awaken the sleeping tortoise god Tulato, and when the giant tortoise and its offspring join the fray, the situation becomes worse and worse for Ragnaros.

Especially now. The druids have resurrected the wolf god Godring, the raven god Evenna, the white stag Malorn, the boar Agamagan and other powerful ancient guardians, all of whom have already invaded the Land of Fire. Ragnaros was on fire.

In such a situation, the Lord of Flames, who originally disdained to use intrigue and trickery, had to use his brain.

Ragnaros isn't a brainless guy. Without wisdom, it would not have survived from 100,000 years ago to the present. Later, it came up with a brilliant solution.

"Thoreson, my servant, come here!" He called his constituents and told him to do something.

――

As early as the Nightmare Crisis, the Night Elves had officially announced their membership in the Alliance. Therefore, there are not only Night Elves on Mount Hyjal today, but also other races of the Alliance. Especially in the early stage of the war, when the fire elemental army attacked here with great vigour, the high priest Tyrande specifically asked the alliance for support.

At this time, it was normal to see warriors of other races in Mount Hyjal, and every Night Elf who met these other races would return the favor with a look of kindness and gratitude.

Previously, they had no contact with humans, dwarves, gnomes, orcs, or other alien races, and their friendship with the minotaurs was limited to the multi-racial alliance during the War of the Ancients. Of course, they are grateful that these warriors were able to support Mount Hyjal at the risk of their safety.

At this time, the presence of a group of dwarven warriors would not surprise the Night Elves.

Today there is such a group of Black Iron Dwarves, they have encountered a very tricky thing - their captain was burned by the flames of the powerful fire eagle Oliser Razor in the battle on the front line of the Fire Lands, and the doctors on the front line could not heal such injuries at all, and the dwarves had to take the captain to Nodashir to ask the powerful druids for help.

The Night Elf sentries at the various outposts saw the injuries of the Black Iron Dwarf who was being carried on a stretcher. The dwarf's body was burned by Yanzhòng, and the flames of magic lingered on him, and his whole body seemed to burn, sending waves of heat around him. He had a hardwood in his mouth, which was already covered with tooth marks, and one could imagine the pain he was under, but he couldn't hold back a moan of pain.

"It's a man!" The Night Elf sentries were immediately in awe, and not only let them go, but also took the initiative to send someone to escort them to Nordasil.

Such a severe injury, and the undispelled magic effect on his body, can indeed only be cured by a high priest like the Great Druid or Tyrande.

In this way, the group came to Nordasil.

When the captain of the sentry learned of their intentions, he immediately said, "I will go and report to the high priest and ask this dwarven warrior to bear with me a little longer!" ”

The injured Black Iron Dwarf on the stretcher had a twisted expression, and he nodded with difficulty and said "thank you" vaguely.

The captain of the sentry turned around and rushed into the main hall quickly, he would not see it, and the moment he turned around, the eyes of the black iron dwarf on the stretcher flashed with a fierce light.

The elven sentinels who had escorted them to Nodashir had left, and they were going back to their posts to continue their duties. For the time being, there are only a few Black Iron Dwarves left.

"Priest, shall we do it right away?" A black iron dwarf asked in a low voice.

"Wait a minute......," the black iron dwarf on the stretcher commanded in a low voice.

It's not that hesitating, it's that he wants to expand the results.

The dry Nodashir was not far from him, and he could completely destroy the tree at any time if he wanted to. Now that he is sure of everything, he certainly wants to go further.

He could be "cured" either by the Great Druid or by the High Priest. Among the Night Elves, those who hold both titles are all exalted. In particular, the High Priestess Tyrande is the co-master of the Night Elves.

As far as he knew, Grand Druid Malfurion was still on the front lines of the Firelands, alongside the Ancient Guardians. The only ones who remain here are Tyrande and Broll. Bearskin is qualified to treat him.

If it's the latter, it's not a loss to kill him, but if it's the former, it's a big deal!

If Tyrande were to die, it would be very likely that the situation in the entire Flamelands would change drastically. Perhaps the predicament of the master, Ragnaros, will be solved.

It's a sure-fire deal, how can he not be tempted?

――

At this time, in the Night Elves' Moon Temple, the High Priestess Tyrande was meeting with his guests.

The visitor is Moella, the princess of Ironforge. She brought with her the decision of the Council of the Three Hammers of Ironforge that since there was no war going on in the Eastern Kingdoms for the time being, they would send more dwarven warriors to the front line of Mount Hyjal to help their Night Elf allies here.

Moira is a straight woman, much more direct and even rude than Tyrande, who always maintains a polite and elegant manner.

A female dwarf never knew what elegance was, even if a dwarf princess was so straightforward.

In fact, she has changed a lot, and before the disaster in Blackstone Mountain happened, she was really grumpy. The word "gentle" doesn't appear in the dwarf's dictionary.

Her husband Dagran. After Thoresen died to save her people, Moella, who returned to Ironforge with the Black Iron Dwarves, was much stronger and her temper was much more restrained.

Now she is the leader of the Black Iron Dwarves and has inherited her husband's surname, changing her name to Moira. Thorrisen.

The Black Iron Dwarves were the weakest force in the Council of the Three Hammers after that catastrophe. Even so, the Copperbeard Dwarves and Hammerhammer Dwarves still don't trust them very much. Although the Council of the Three Hammers was formed to rule the Ironforge Fortress, the Black Iron Dwarves' previous "dark history" made the other two Dwarves wary of them.

Moira knew this, and she knew she couldn't be too public. For the sake of the Black Iron Dwarf, she had to hold her tail between her legs.

But Moira is still the woman who dares to love and hate, and is straightforward, and the reality of the situation will not change her.

At this moment, the captain of the sentry came in and told the High Priestess Tyrande that a Black Iron Dwarven warrior who had been burned by the magic flame of Oliselrazor had been outside asking for healing.

"Black Iron Dwarves?" Tyrande asked.

"Yes, that's a man!" (To be continued......) R1292