Half a day ago, at the foot of Mount Hyjal, a huge battle was decided. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Shamulian, the Ancient Tree of Life, is undoubtedly very powerful as the oldest tree man who has coexisted with the Night Elves for thousands of years.

Unfortunately, its opponent was Akmund, the commander of the Burning Legion, and Shamulian did not have an advantage in terms of size, strength, or magic, and the Treant's innate slowness made it impossible to take advantage of opponents of the same size.

In front of Akmund, the old tree man who was ten stories tall was just an incomparably large ...... Punching bag!

"Hahaha! Hahahaha! Is this the killing move you have been preparing for 10,000 years? Weak! Weak! Too weak -- weak is a sin! The only end of weakness is destruction!"

In response to Akmund's wild laughter, the old treant shouted, "Every living creature on this planet will resist the Burning Legion to the end!"

"Resistance is useless!"

"How do you know if you haven't tried!?" the Tree of Life roared angrily, and he began to make a final charge at Akmund with his long, thick legs, the height of a three-story house.

Not only the old treants, but all the remaining Night Elves in the vicinity launched a desperate charge towards Akmund.

"Hahaha!" Akmund nudged his left palm with a sinister laugh.

It's just a seemingly meaningless slap.

However, the surrounding space seemed to be under an incomparably heavy pressure, and everything within the horizon was violently compressed into a large pie.

In the next second, the space that had been compressed to the extreme returned to its original shape like a spring.

Huge enough to cause a landslide, and the terrifying impact of the earth cracking suddenly exploded.

Ultimate [Air Burst]!

The tall and slender bodies of the Night Elves were like grass clippings blown away by the wind, and they were sent flying in all directions, in fact, each of them had already lost their lives in mid-air, and they fell hundreds of meters away, just corpses that had lost their lives and souls.

Thousands of ethereal soul fires, like a little spark, were forcibly gathered in the huge palms of Akmund's hands.

On the cruel face that was characteristic of the demon of Ereda, a sneer of disdain stretched out of Akmund's mouth.

"Soul ...... Reprimand!"

Bright green, orange-yellow, and rose-red, the souls of thousands of Night Elves were instantly polluted and forcibly degenerated, and the murderous name of the polluter Akmund was most manifested at this moment.

Then, three evil auras emitting indescribable disgusting sensations simultaneously slammed down on the old treeman's massive body.

One-step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Despite the best efforts of the old treants to make a final charge against Akmund, they ......

The solid bark that had once been its skin had dried up in less than three breaths, and the pieces of bark peeled off on their own, blown away in the wind like sand scattered on the ground.

Its thick limbs made a continuous high-frequency explosion, and its rapidly decaying joints could no longer support the unimaginable weight of mortals, and its hands and feet, which were once one, were almost broken inch by inch.

The old treeman who had guarded the Night Elf Clan for more than 10,000 years finally couldn't support it, and it didn't even let out a last wail, and its huge body exploded on the spot, turning into thousands of fragments of all sizes and crashing to the ground. The massive ten-story body instantly turned the flat land at the foot of the hill into a small hill made of wood.

It's hard to imagine that just a moment ago it was an ancient tree of life that should have been one of the cornerstones of the Night Elves.

The magical image of Akmund single-handedly destroying the army of 100,000 Night Elves and killing the Ancient Tree of Life, Shamulian, is playing in the battle conference room on the peak of Mount Hyjal.

"Sure enough, modern arcane magic still has merit...... Tyrande had to secretly rejoice, fortunately he didn't pretend to be smart, really listened to Vandal's words, and ran to pit the Alliance and the Horde, but first reached an agreement with Duke.

When this video, which even the Night Elves themselves can't get, is played three times by Duke.

Thrall found his right hand trembling slightly, which had nothing to do with courage, but was purely the most objective and straightforward reaction of body and mind.

In fact, not only him, but even a superhero like Grom, who had already hacked two Abyss Lords to death, had shock and shock written on his face.

I'm afraid everyone is asking themselves - do I really have a chance to win in the face of such a terrifying existence that destroyed an army of 100,000 in just one hour?

Come to think of it, even the brave and fearless tribal heroes fell silent, not to mention the other powerhouses.

Soon, however, the two heroes of the Horde and the Night Elves discover that the atmosphere is not right.

On the side of the alliance, shock is shock, but it is only shock.

Most of the alliance powerhouses did not have the slightest sense of loss and fear on their faces, but a sense of excitement that they were eager to try. Following the sight of the alliance powerhouses, the others suddenly found that the focus of their eyes was Duke.

Queen Xi sat by the window, feeling the cold wind blowing outside the window, as if she didn't care about the strength of Akmund at the moment of the great enemy. She leaned against the window with her left hand, crossed her waist with her right hand, and said in a somewhat lazy voice: "Duke, don't scare them anymore, just say what you find." ”

Mograini also smiled: "Analyzing the enemy's situation and predicting the enemy's means and movements, I have studied these for more than ten years, and I feel that I am still too far behind you, Duke." ”

"Please, Duke, for the victory of Azeroth. "The sar urn sounded the urn angrily.

Duke was no longer pretentious, and directly extracted the most critical freeze-frame image of the magic mirror.

"Everyone, please look at these pictures, these are the pictures summarized from the time when Akmund came to Dalaran and the combat effectiveness half a day ago. ”

"I don't know if my summary is correct, but if you encounter a similar situation in the next battle, you might as well use my opinion as the first reference for action. ”

"First of all, I'll call it [Fire of Destruction] for the time being: about every 30 seconds, Akmund creates a violent fireball. This fireball will move on its own, leaving a wall of fire 2-3 yards wide where it has moved. The wall of fire will disappear 27 seconds after it appears from the spot where the fireball appeared. I counted a total of 18 cases, and each time the flame only lasted 27 seconds. Nothing more, nothing less. ”

"And then I'll name this [Soul Charge]......"

Duke carried Akmund's strategy in a serious manner. Thanks to the strategy team of the year, the skills of the old man Akmund were summarized in such detail. Before he saw a new skill, Duke directly copied the strategy.

But in the eyes of the powerhouses of the three factions, Duke is a god!