At the foot of Kalimdor, the World Tree Nodashir, a huge blue-skinned, armored figure was climbing along the World Tree, its eyes full of greed.

"Nodashir, the World Tree, the Well of Eternity, this qiē is finally mine!"

Akmund felt the powerful magic that was constantly converging into his body, and his heart couldn't help but be excited, although the alliance of the night elves, orcs and humans had caused it a lot of trouble for more than a year, but with its own great strength, it still broke through here, and now no one can stop it.

While pouring the polluting power from his body into the World Tree and transforming it into his own power, Akmund thought about his future plans.

Kilgardan the Fraudster is definitely the first target it wants to eradicate, the Burning Legion only needs a giant, and after Sargeras, only its polluter Akmund can become the master of the Burning Legion. Those damned undead must also die, and they dare to betray it and escape, is it really because they found a Night Elf as an excuse, and it Akmund doesn't know what attention they have in their hearts? There is also the elven prince of Lordaeron, although his strength is not yet up to him, but he is also a threat, and he must be eliminated as soon as possible.

Constantly corroding and assimilating the power of the World Tree, Akmund's mind had already drifted thousands of miles away, and he began to imagine a glorious future.

Standing on a hill not far from Nodashir, Tyrande's face was complicated at this time, and she glanced at Akmund's huge blue body with disgust, and then her gaze swept over the towering trunk of the World Tree, which was leafy like a canopy. After a while, he sighed softly, facing Malfurion beside him? Fury said, "It's almost time. Let's go! ”

The latter nodded, and took out a horn from his waist. Then I mustered up all my strength and blew.

"-Buzz-Buzz!"

With the heroic humming sound, all the elements in the entire heaven and earth seemed to start to stir.

Streams of blue air converged from all directions, surging frantically towards Akmund under the World Tree like a blue river, and bits and pieces of fireflies continued to drill along Akmund's body towards it.

"-No!"

The polluters slammed their slaughter, trying to wipe out the little things that approached.

But it didn't work, at the call of Cenarius's horn, the souls of the Night Elves' ancient guardians poured almost one after another, drowning the latter directly in the blue sea. They encircled Akmund and burrowed into its body.

Then you can see those blue bright spots shining continuously. It keeps getting brighter, and finally it emits a dazzling white light like the sun.

- Boom!

With a loud bang that shook the heavens and the earth, Akmund the Polluter was like a huge torch, and it was lit up in an instant, and endless light and heat spread around it, and a huge ring of fire expanded outwards wantonly, and everything in its path was reduced to ashes.

The trunk of the World Tree Nodashir turns from green to yellow. Then it turned from yellow to black, and finally collapsed with a bang.

Akmund is dead, and he is buried with the Night Elves' Treasure World Tree.

Stand on top of a hill and look at the devastated world beneath your feet. A trace of distress flashed in Tyrande's heart, and he murmured, "?????? It's over! ”

"Hmmm! It's over! Standing beside her, so did Malfurion. Looking at the wreckage of the World Tree, a sad face. But he quickly adjusted, and said to Tyrande, "But our battle is not over yet. The remnants of the Burning Legion still have to be dealt with by us, and those bone sticks of the Scourge can't be taken lightly! ”

Tyrande nodded, hid the weakness in his eyes, and turned back into the heroic high priest, "Our alliance with the Terrans and orcs is not over yet, we can continue to cooperate, and we should also talk to them about the distribution of land after the war, if possible??????"

Malfurion smiled with satisfaction when he saw that Tyrande had returned to normal, and was about to say something, but a falcon flew from a distance and landed on Malfurion's shoulder.

After communicating with the falcon in an unknown language, Malfurion's face suddenly turned pale.

"Damn it!" He cursed under his breath, then looked at Tyrande and smiled bitterly, "Tyrande, I think we're in trouble, Mavi is back and is now chasing Illidan with her guards!" ”

Although Illidan has been exiled by him, it is his own brother after all, Malfurion naturally cannot not care about the other party's movements, and he knows Illidan and Mavi very well? The grudge between the shadow songs, 10,000 years ago, Illidan injured Mavi's younger brother Garrod in the holy mountain of Hyjal, and as a result, the angry Mavi took a little sister to guard Illidan for 10,000 years, and the caretaker was even established because of this, this time Tyrande killed those caretakers who were sisters like Mavi in order to save Illidan out, new hatred and old hatred, if Mavi caught Illidan this time, he would definitely be able to beat him to death; And on the side of Illidan, who has been locked up for 10,000 years, what can he expect him to have a good impression of the guards? So once these two people meet, they have to make you live and die.

From a personal point of view, Malfurion naturally doesn't want his brother to hang up, but from a righteous point of view, he can't look at Mavi? Shadow Song had an accident, after all, this is also one of the pillars of their Night Elf clan, a rare master.

And listening to Malfurion's words, the corners of Tyrande's mouth twitched slightly, and his face was also not good-looking, for Mavi? Shadow Song, an old-timer who had competed with herself for the position of chief priest, also had a lot of scruples in her heart, and when things got to this point, she also had an unshirkable responsibility, if she hadn't killed those guards, maybe she had imprisoned Illidan for 10,000 years, Mavi would have turned a blind eye to his prison escape, instead of holding on to it like now, so in the end, Tyrande could only smile helplessly, "Okay, let's hurry up and deal with the matter here, and then see if we can think of any way!" ”

Malfurion didn't speak, but a hint of worry flashed in his eyes, obviously not very optimistic about Tyrande's statement.

On the other side, it was already night on the Lordaeron continent at this time.

In the courtyard of the blood-colored monastery, the autumn wind blows the earth, bringing a trace of coolness, and the bright moonlight shines on the grass and trees in the courtyard, making every qiē look extremely quiet.

The sound of rustling in the room gradually subsided, and only a soft squeak was heard, and Whitemane pushed open the door from the room with a tired and flushed face.

After a few days, the former prosecutor seemed to be reborn, the whole person became different, the tender skin became more and more shiny, shining in the moonlight, and the figure was more hot and charming, making people worry about whether the slender waist could support two heavy objects, although there was always a trace of sadness in the eyes, but every move was inadvertently exuding a seductive charm, making the mouth water.

However, for this series of changes, Whitemane did not feel happy, but felt a little ashamed.

Holding out her palm to the moon, she muttered to herself, "??????? How many times has this been? ”

The resurrection of Renault is still far away, but she has to bend to the man against her will, accompanying him in all kinds of obscene postures, lips, breasts, all kinds of shameful places have been played with, even if she has already made up her mind, Whitemayne still feels a little confused and shaken at this time.

"Maybe I should do it the other way?"

Because she didn't want to interfere with Whitemayne's enthusiasm to improve her resurrection technique, Mo Wen didn't say anything to her at all except for signing the contract, so after experiencing failure after failure, the female prosecutor slightly raised some other thoughts.

At this moment, I heard the sound of footsteps in the corridor of the courtyard, and a heroic girl in blood-red armor walked in.

"General Abydis?"

A hint of inexplicable luster flashed in Whitemayne's eyes, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Bridget, please wait a minute, I have something to tell you!" (To be continued......)

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