Chapter 256 Demolition (2-in-1 7400+)

A corner of Felwood Forest.

A dark green halo of filth flickered and expanded its own light, gradually expanding from the size of a coin at the beginning to a hundred meters square......

It was a spatial rift that was still unstable, a teleportation channel.

And the evil flames that are constantly spitting from the spatial rift also seem to declare the owner of this teleportation channel, the demon army of the Burning Legion!

Filthy, deep, gloomy, evil...... It was as if the spatial rift had been torn open by an indescribably powerful force, like a black hole that was not stable enough, constantly devouring the grass around them: grass, gravel, giant trees, land, and even those beasts and creatures that had not yet had time to flee because of the incident, sucking them into the spatial turbulence of the distorted void and tearing them apart......

Suddenly, the light of the spatial passage like a large mouth of blood basin skyrocketed, and with a loud bang, it completely took shape, stopping to devour the surroundings. And in the next second, a large number of various hideous and ugly demons roared out from the spatial passage like a tidal wave.

The light shines brightly, and it is uncertain.

Massive demonic armies poured out of the spatial rift like a monstrous and never-ending number, crossing the ocean to descend on the ancient continent of Kalimdor. Demon Guardians, Cerberus, Queen of Pain, Banshees, and Skywalkers...... All kinds of strange and varied demons swept through the creatures in front of them like locusts in transit. The two teams of bear monster scouts who were close to this area were spotted immediately, and before they even had a chance to give a signal, they were torn to pieces by the demons who rushed forward......

The dark green halo of the spatial passage fanned for a day and a night, and the number of demon elite troops and the overwhelming number of undead cannon fodder finally successfully arrived at the Feywood Forest in Kalimdor before the spatial passage disintegrated. And the demon leader who leads this part of the vanguard of the Burning Legion is a Dreadlord who is not inferior to Manolos, and the leader of the most cunning Nasrezm clan in the twisted void - Tikdios!

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"My lord, I have received a magical message from Ashengue. H.E. Manolos...... Killed! ”

A lich with only a hideous skeleton left on his body, cautiously approached the Dreaddemon King, who was standing on a hillside and looked down on the demon army with a smug face, and groveled. Under the latter's suddenly fierce and gloomy gaze, he hesitantly added: "The necromancer on the side of the Gray Valley said that the perpetrators were six hero-level masters...... They are all mortal races, and there is no more powerful being......"

"Humph! Manolos, an idiot who only has muscles but no brains, would die at the hands of those mortals, and he would have lost the face of the legion, and it was not a pity to die! ”

Hearing this shocking news, Tikdios suddenly snorted coldly, as if the air around him was stagnant for a while, and then he sarcastically said angrily: "Why does Lord Akmund have to let those Abyss Lords who pride themselves on being strong and only know how to fight bravely lead the army? ”

"Hmph, a group of guys who have more than enough to do and more than to lose!"

The demon, with its dark wings and a large ugly bat, taunted with the skull in his hand that contained powerful evil energy with his sharp claws.

The Burning Legion is not monolithic, and the three high-level demons of the Burning Legion, represented by the Abyss Lord, the Doomsday Guardian Family, Nasrezm, and Ereda, also do not like each other, and there are fights from time to time. Now the most powerful Abyss Lord, Manolos, would have died at the beginning of the invasion, and Tikdios, as the leader of the Dreadlord faction, was not filled with grief from the death of the rabbit and fox, but with a ...... Gloat!

"Summons the Grey Valley side now, Reki Winter! Let the remaining troops move closer to us at any cost! Lord Akmund will soon be landing, and we must destroy the resistance here before he arrives, instead of fighting on our own! ”

After satirizing Manolos' death, Tikdios groaned slightly and thought about it in the blink of an eye, calculating those Manolos' troops and starting the idea of absorbing the remnants of the Abyss Lord's army. Even his calculations found a high-sounding excuse......

"Now, this is under your command for now, lich. Be sure to sweep away the creatures that stand in front of the army! And I'm ......" Tikdios looked down at the skull in his hand that erupted with domineering corrosive evil power, and the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, revealing a sly smile, and then said with a sly face, "According to the plan, I will give these mortals who don't know whether to live or die and try to resist the legion a 'big gift', I guess they will like it, Jiji!" ”

With that, Tikdios had flapped his ugly bat-like wings behind him, and soared into the sky, heading into the depths of the Felwood Forest.

In the blink of an eye, it vanished...... The moonlight stained the beautiful Nightsong Forest with silver white, as if Elune herself was plucking the harp in her hand to let the silver light shine freely, and the land she cared for and blessed could make anyone who stepped into it feel solemn and serene.

This sacred place, where the Night Elves have lived for generations, is known to them as the Valley of the Ashes.

"May Elune bless you." A soft greeting sounded behind Tyrande, causing the priestess to reflexively turn around with a silver mace in her hand.

However, she immediately put down the weapon in her hand again, and made a helpless gesture with a slightly apologetic look to try to ease her embarrassment: "Please forgive my actions, Illidan, your voice seems a little strange to me...... After all...... Well...... I mean...... We haven't spoken in 10,000 years, haven't we? ”

"You don't need to be so nervous in your own camp, really! Now that I'm back, I'm going to protect you from any harm, and I'm going to prove that I'm worth more than my brother! ”

Tyrande's alienation made Illidan, who had a soft and obsessed expression, look depressed. For 10,000 years, he had been thinking about this woman all the time, and he would never forget Tyrande's voice, his scent, and his qiē...... It's a pity that he is still not as good as his brother in Tyrande's heart, the brother who has been crushing him in everything since he was a child!

"There's no point in comparing everything to your brother, no one cares about a demon hunter's grades, Illidan. The path you have chosen is unacceptable to us. ”

"Then why are you letting me out?" Tyrande's words made Illidan roar with excitement. Although he tried to control his love in front of Tyrande, whom he was deeply attached to, he failed. "Why don't you let me stay in that dark, damp underground prison moldy and rotten until it disappears completely, and it belongs even more to a so-called 'betrayer'...... A place to stay!"

The priestess smiled and pressed Illidan's raised arm back to his side, and said in a soft, reassuring voice, "I think you've misunderstood, Illidan*fury." I just feel that no matter what you've done wrong, you don't have to pay more punishment for your mistakes. ”

"You were as attached to it as our cousins now, which is not a mistake in itself, but what does the greed for power bring us? That's a catastrophe that ruins the mière! ”

"I'm so grateful to you for what you did back then, and I haven't forgotten that it was you who helped us drive out the Burning Legion. But none of the surviving Night Elves wanted to be in that kind of hell again. That simple bottle of water could kill us all. ”

Tyrande's tone was calm and serious, and he stared at the embarrassed Illidan intently, and said lightly:

"Illidan, you are no longer a child, even if you don't care about your feelings, you have to think about your friends or loved ones. It's not that your brother doesn't love you, but your mistakes make him have to bury his feelings for you. He can't be as favoritistic as an ordinary brother, because he has a duty to protect the survival of the entire race. ”

"So, please don't hate him!"

Stretching his arms and gently hugging Illidan, who was still uneven and gloomy, Tyrande tried to make a warm smile appear on his face that was stiff from exhaustion:

"However, now all the qiē has passed. Ten thousand years of captivity should be enough for the punishment you have made. But you have to remember that you are the younger brother of Illidan Fury, Malfurion, and you should be a hero to protect everyone. A great warrior who surpasses the limits of what your brother can reach. Facing your mistake and correcting it is salvation for the Night Elves as a whole. ”

With that, Tyrande turned away from Illidan, she was too tired. Days of fierce fighting and rushing had almost exhausted the last bit of body in her body, so much so that she almost had no strength to sustain herself until the end of the conversation.

Due to the invasion of the Burning Legion, half of the forest of the Ash Valley is covered in flames, and the filthy and ugly walking dead cross between the flames and the corpses, taking away the last proof that the dead once lived; Evil and monstrous demons play killing and destruction, destroying the creatures they see without mercy. Every minute, a Night Elf warrior could fall, become material for a necromancer's spell casting, or become a ghoul's next target to chew on......

In such harsh conditions, rest is almost a luxury.

What Tyrande needed most now was what she could not do, and the white tiger beside the priest looked at his master with concern, and let out a low roar, hoping to give her the rest she needed.

But the front line needed command, and Tyrande knew he couldn't sleep no matter what. Although Ashenvale is as peaceful as ever, who knows when the Burning Legion will choose to attack? The greatest advantage of the undead is that they do not need to rest, and the demons can also be extremely excited when they kill and destroy. Thinking of this, the priestess once again forged her spirits.

"Are you alright? Tyrande, you should go and take a break. Behind him was Illidan's greeting of concern.

"I'm fine, I'm going to take someone to patrol the forest, a surprise attack can happen at any time."

The priestess turned her head and smiled reluctantly at Illidan, trying to reassure the Demon Hunter. But Illidan looked at the tired back of his beloved and muttered secretly: "She really needs to rest, she is still as stubborn as before...... Why not let her get a good night's sleep? ”

Illidan's question didn't need an answer, and he quietly approached Tyrande, who sensed that someone was behind her, and the Demon Hunter's powerful arm had already struck her in the neck.

Illidan was careful to control his powers, but he was still worried about hurting Tyrande. He gently picked up the fainted priestess and placed her on her mount, and carefully checked the position where he had just started, and after making sure that no harm had been done, he commanded the huge white tiger beside him, "Take her back, she needs to rest." ”

The beast didn't like the way Illidan cared for his master, but he was still happy to do what he told him, as it needed time to rest.

The great white tiger trotted cautiously towards Tyrande's dwelling in the camp with light steps, while Illidan took off his twin blades, the Aeginos Blade, clenched his hands and strode towards the camp, patrolling the forest in place of the Priestess of the Moon, and promised in a firm voice:

"Forgive me, Tyrande, this is a helpless move, I will take care of this forest for you, I swear that if the Burning Legion wants to get even half a step closer here, they will have to step over my corpse first...... The bright moonlight shines through the dense trees of the Ash Valley, casting mottled trails on the woodland.

Arthas sat on the back of the invincible, standing on the top of a grassy hill and waiting patiently, knowing that the man he was waiting for would appear.

At the same time, the Death Knight couldn't help but think about how useful it would be to have a lich like Kel'thugad by his side.

The Great Lich was loyal to the Lich King, and even if he waged his tail in front of Akmund and Tikdios, it was only for the sake of a secret operation that was not to be considered a "show". Arthas, for his part, chose to remain silent, not believing that he could lie as plainly as Kel'thugad did. The two powerful demons had Arthas and Kel'thugad as nobodies, but they would soon learn how wrong they were.

For they carelessly allowed the Book of Medivan to remain in the hands of the lich bones.

The spells and spells that Kel'thugad had learned from them were so powerful that Arthas knew he would never know.

"The third part of the plan," Kel'thugad said as the demons had left, his tone as casual as if talking about the weather. "It's the real core of the Legion's invasion."

Arthas suddenly remembered the conversation with Kel'thugad before this "special operation", and he was now suddenly strongly interested in Kel'thugad's words.

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"The first step is to create a Scourge Sweep Resistance, and then use the Book of Medivan to summon Akmund!"

The Great Lich finally took his hungry eyes off the Book of Medivan, and carefully explained to the "knowledge-starved" Death Knight:

"The Burning Legion came into this world solely to take all the magic and devour all life. They had always planned to draw on the powerful energy of the Elves' wells of eternity. In order to do so, they must destroy what contains the purest essence of life in Azeroth. The Well of Eternity is located on the continent of Kalimdor across the ocean. And the thing that thwarted the Legion's plans was called Nordahir...... The World Tree. It immortalizes Cadore, and they are connected to it. ”

"Kadore?" Arthas was confused, "I know Queldore. Are they another kind of elf? ”

"It's a native species." Kel'thugad raised a pale finger bone, shook it, and corrected, but then the Great Lich waved his hand unconcernedly, "Don't worry about these details. The point is that we must prevent the Legion from getting what it wants, and there is one man in the Kadore who will help us. ”

In this way, Kel'thugad magically teleported Arthas to the distant continent, looking out from the top of the hill. The forest was dense and vigorous, but Arthas had seen the consequences of the Legion from afar. The earth, the plants, the animals, they are not dead, they are corrupted......

"Devouring all life", the Burning Legion looked like it was indeed acting as they expected.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the top of another hill below, and Arthas's spirits shook, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a charming smile......

The man he was waiting for has finally arrived!

These Night Elves and High Elves are very different indeed.

The elf's lavender-colored skin was carved with swirling tattoos and scars, like the product of some ritual. His eyes were covered with a black cloth, but he didn't seem to have any effect on climbing the mountains. The weapon in his hand was of a pattern that Alsace had never seen before, unlike a normal sword with a sharp blade attached to the handle. The weapon had two jagged edges, glowing with a sickly but powerful green light, a glow infused with demonic energy.

"So, this guy has been dealing with demons for a long time?"

Arthas patiently observed for a moment, mentally speculating about the Night Elf's experience. The Night Elf, whom Kel'thugad called Illidan*Fury, was secretly throwing a tantrum. It is clear that he has a grudge for a long time and, as Kel'thugad says, longs for revenge and power.

The smile on Arthas's lips grew stronger.

"I've been imprisoned for 10,000 years, and my people still think I'm a villain!"

Illidan, who had just tried to lead a scout team to patrol the forest in place of the priestess, but was ruthlessly rejected and treated with indifference, roared with a grim face, "I want them to show me my true strength. I'm going to show them how vulnerable the demons they fear are before me! ”

"Are you sure it's going to be like that, Demon Hunter?" Alsace's voice could be heard from far away from the top of the hillside.

Hearing this, Illidan quickly turned around, clenched the weapon in his hand, glanced coldly at the figure of the death knight, and said murderously: "You have the breath of death on you, human. You'll regret being close to me! ”

Hearing Illidan's provocation, Arthas also sneered. Like Illidan, he longed for a good one-on-one fight to soothe the depression in his chest, but he just hoped that this opponent would not disappoint him: "Come on, then, I will make you pay some tuition for your ignorance!" ”

After the invitation, Arthas pulled the reins of invincibility, and his foal stood erect on his hind legs, and then rushed down the hill like lightning, as eager as his master. Not to be outdone, Illidan roared and rushed forward.

The head-to-head confrontation between the two masters is so spectacular that it's like a gorgeous but menacing dance.

Illidan is strong and graceful, his combat skills are strengthened by demonic energy, and the crescent-like twin blades that shine with the power of evil energy are fierce; But Arthas wasn't any ordinary pawn, the power of death filled his body with the same bravery, and Frost's Sorrow was no ordinary.

The battle was fierce and swift, and the two of them were indeed evenly matched. A short moment later, both the Death Knight and the Demon Hunter in the fierce battle tacitly withdrew their hands and stepped back and gasped heavily.

"We can go on and on." Illidan's face was no longer frivolous and annoyed at the beginning, but rather solemn, a look that only appears when he encounters a master who is evenly matched. Glancing deeply at the Death Knight, the Demon Hunter said in a cold tone, "What the hell do you want?" ”

"From what you said to yourself, I've heard that you and your allies are haunted by demons and the undead." Arthas put aside the frost grief, recovered the body that had been consumed by the short but fierce battle just now, and said in a calm tone, "And I have the exact information about these guys!" ”

Illidan also slowly lowered the Aeginoth Blade in his hand, revealing an expression of interest in listening. And Alsace is not talking nonsense, directly picking out the information:

"The Dreadlord who now commands this army of the undead is called Tikdios. He wields a powerful sorcerer's artifact called Gul'dan's Skull. And at this moment, it is estimated that he has appeared in a place called Feywood Forest, and tried to use that thing to corrupt all the living beings on this continent, and make way for the invasion of the Burning Legion. ”

Illidan raised his head and gave a mocking smile at the Death Knight, as if he saw through Arthas's intention to take advantage of the fisherman's profit, and asked mockingly, "You want me to steal that?" Why? ”

Arthas's white eyebrows raised slightly, this guy's reaction was indeed fast. So the Death Knight decides to give the Demon Hunter a plausible answer that has been discussed for a long time. "Let's put it this way, I have no love for Tikdios, and the fall of the Legion ...... Good for the master I serve. ”

"Why should I believe your words, tiny human?"

Arthas shrugged: "Good question. So let me explain. My master foresaw a qiē, a demon hunter. He knows you've been in a quest for power all your life. Now the power is in your hands! ”

The Death Knight raised an armored hand towards Illidan's blindfolded eyes, clenched into a fist. As he expected, the Night Elf turned his head in response to his gesture. "Grasp it, let your enemies fall to the dust, and of course, let your people reaffirm your strength and contributions!"

Illidan slowly raised his head, turned his face to Arthas, and nodded contemplatively. Seeing this, Arthas did not say a word, turned the invincible horse's head and turned away.

Kel'thugad would soon summon him back, just as the Lich King had planned.

He only hoped that Illidan would do what he said on the surface.

Otherwise...... It's troublesome...... Boom"

In the commercial area of the Mogaore Legion Fortress at night, the Kodomon Horn Tavern collapsed in the "expectant" eyes of a group of onlookers.

In addition to the quick eye, the elven prince near the door used a flash spell in time to escape from the clearing outside, and the rest of the heroic masters all lost their faces and were crushed under the ruins of the tavern by beams and tiles.

Fortunately, a few hero-level masters who have been unlucky are all muscular men who have taken the melee route, and with the strength and physical qualities of everyone, they will not be stoned to death by a collapsed wooden building, otherwise the demons of the Burning Legion will laugh...... However, the experience of wolf bèi is unavoidable......

"Ahem!"

"Ahem, damn it! Are you two looking for a beating? Ahem! ”

"I'm going to make the two of you pay for it... Ahem... Drop the panties! ”

"Ahem, Lao Chen, you're in trouble...... Half an hour later, before many soldiers of the Dragon Wrestling Legion stepped forward to "excavate and carry" the ruins of the ruins, there was a sound of wood breaking and flying in the ruins of the tavern. In the huge smoke and dust, several coughs and curses of different tones were clearly heard.

By the time the smoke cleared, Old Don, Hellroar, Lexa, the Panda Brewmaster, and the Dwarven Explorer had reappeared in front of everyone. It's just a wolf bèi who can't even be said for an image.

Brian Copperbeard is fine, after years of exploration and archaeology, the "landslide incident" is commonplace, and coupled with the dwarf's love of impressing, the "little" tavern collapse is not expected to hurt him. Aside from the dusty old jacket, there was nothing else in trouble.

Hellroar was the strongest and quickest of the buns, and as early as the moment the tavern collapsed, he used his blood roar to make a hole in the roof of the ruins, and got out of it, except for choking on ashes, but he was unscathed.

Old Tang was more depressed.

Although Lao Tang's great strength is incomparable, he can easily hold it up with his hands when he smashes down a little heavy object. But as the saying goes, when the sky falls, there are Titans on top of it...... In the few people in the tavern, relatively speaking, Old Tang is undoubtedly this "Titan Giant", so he bears most of the weight. In addition, Lao Tang had just been seriously injured in the previous battle, and the sudden force once again made Lao Tang involved the injuries on his body, and he gasped for cold air in pain, and it took a while to relieve himself and push the ruins that were pressing on his body to the side and crawl out......

However, seeing the beastmaster Lexa, Old Tang was much more balanced in his heart. Physically strong and quick-witted, he was the most miserable of all. The moment the tavern collapsed, Lexa's first instinct was to protect his two animal companions. Misha, the giant bear, said that she didn't take this weight seriously because of her rough skin and thick flesh. But the Beastmaster's porcupine companion was nervously erected full of spikes, directly causing the upper body of Lexa ** that pounced on it and protected it to open the flesh......

As for the drunken pandaman Brew Fairy...... It was probably the thickest line in the crowd. Not only did this thing not hurt in the slightest, when he was dragged out of the rubble by Old Tang, he was already snoring gracefully...... He was already asleep......

The unkind gaze swept over the somewhat relieved wine, and was staring at this Qiē Brian * Copper Beard with wide eyes in disbelief, and then looked at the sweet storm liquor * Chen that faded and fell asleep, the corners of Old Tang's mouth twitched, and only after a while did he grit his teeth and spit out a sentence:

"On the issue of compensation...... We'll have to do the math...... Q