Chapter 970 My Master's Predictions Are Like God (1 More)

   At the same time, at the bottom of Nordrassil, which was supposed to be very heavily defended, Archimonde's desolate skeleton was still hanging at the root of the tree, bearing the northwest wind.

It is true that there are night elves around Nordrassil, but the World Tree is too huge, with a diameter of nearly a thousand meters, plus the rhizomes all over the top of Mount Hyjal, and the roots that extend out in Nordrassil. The Well of Eternity itself cannot be seen without a million people.

   This is a continuous watch for thousands of years. It is already very responsible for Tyrande to be able to arrange thousands of people to watch.

   No matter how guarded it is, it is inevitable that one hundred secrets will be lost.

   At two o'clock in the afternoon, a time when a night elf was most sleepy, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of Archimonde's corpse in the form of a great demon.

  The Corruptor Sassovar is a dread lord who lives in the shadow world all year round. His existence is more like Ysera, and most of the time he hides his body in the cracks of space.

At this time, he smiled wickedly: "Archimonde, this is really not like you. You, who have never met an opponent in the universe for thousands of years, how beautiful you were, you didn't expect to die in such a place. It's too embarrassing... Okay. , let you do your last for the great Burning Legion!"

   After saying that, a black shadow suddenly appeared in his hand, and a slim figure emerged from the palm of his hand.

   An evil force enveloped Anveena, her beautiful eyebrows kept twitching and hugging, as if she was having a nightmare that would never wake up.

   Her appearance, strangely, caused violent fluctuations in the Well of Eternity, which has rarely fluctuated for thousands of years.

   "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

   It looked like it was water, but there was a crisp metallic sound.

   A circle of ripples spread from the center of the lake, and immediately exaggerated huge waves more than ten meters high.

   This is not the seaside of the endless sea, this is a closed lake on the top of the mountain!

  The waves crashed against the shore, and the water splashed.

   That violent and rumbling sound and vision easily alerted all the surrounding night elf guards.

   Sorry for being late.

   They exclaimed and sounded the siren.

   Other than that, they can't do anything. The high-level druids were basically pulled by Fandral to Teldrassil, and it was very unfortunate that most of the senior members of the Sisterhood of Elune were not there.

   Accurately speaking, Sassovar deliberately chose this moment to make trouble.

   Ignoring the elf guards who seemed to be "far away", Sassovar smirked and wrapped the unconscious Anveena with fel energy, and slowly sent it into Archimonde's dry skull...

   Archimonde's huge remnant moved.

   In his lifetime, the eredar giant longed to rob Azeroth of its energy, a gesture of his ascension.

   Even at the moment when his soul dissipated, the thirst for strength of the remnant body still did not stop.

  The Sunwell or the Well of Eternity is nothing but pure energy overflowing from the planet of Azeroth. It just so happened that Anveena, who was the incarnation of the residual energy of the Sunwell, was the best catalyst. She guided the energy that belonged to the Well of Eternity and quickly injected it into Archimonde's corpse.

   This gigantic skeleton has been purified no less than ten times by the night elf druids, but some things have become instinctive.

   Over the past ten thousand years, Archimonde has been using his body to convert all the energy inhaled into the body into fel energy.

  When there is no external energy injected, this pair of bones is like a real dead thing.

   Evil is born when vast quantities of eternal well water are transformed into its marrow.

   "Wow—"

  The originally pure and eternal well water, once pumped through the bones, immediately turned into a thick green slurry full of evil. Large stocks of liquid evil energy slurry, like the erupting volcano, began to spray out in all directions.

   "It's not good! Quickly inform the High Priest Whisperwind and the Arch Druid Deerhelm!" The night elves were at a loss. It wasn't that the Druids used magic to block the scene. They summoned huge vines in an attempt to block the jet of fel energy.

   This is brave, but ridiculous, like trying to plug a dam's dam with a finger, and it's not feasible at all.

   Only then did the elves discover the existence of Sassovar, and they bravely shouted and rushed over.

   Then, there is no then.

   A well-known leader of the Burning Legion is certainly not something that a mere night elf elite soldier can shake.

   Worse after another: not long after, a huge portal opened.

   The first to kill from the opposite world that exudes a smell of corruption and brimstone is naturally the lord of the abyss, the vanguard of the Burning Legion.

   Brutalus!

   A vicious demon who lost both arms due to the war, and then transformed his left forearm into a serrated machete and his right forearm into a huge epee!

   His resounding laughter resounded throughout the mountain: "Hahaha! Death! Destruction! I love all of this!"

   "Go back to your world! Demon!" A heroic elf rushed over on a huge ancient war tree.

  This tree man, with a larger body than Brutalus, looks like he has a chance to win.

  Unfortunately, one trick! Just one move [Burning]!

  The battle is over.

   "Huh!" The big tree man caught fire all of a sudden and turned into a huge human-shaped torch.

   "Ahhhhh!" The night elf riding on the tree man screamed and fell to the ground like a moth to the fire.

   Seeing that he could not be spared, the tree man roared, resisting the burning pain from all over his body, waving his arms and rushing towards it.

  As long as...as long as I can get to that place...

  Unfortunately, let alone just a short distance away, the tree man's movement speed is too slow. It was at least 100 meters away from Brutalus.

   "Hahahaha! Wowhahaha-" The abyss lord laughed wildly.

   It was Sassovar who reminded him: "Don't go too far. The master's orders must be carried out! It's good that we defeat the mortals who lead the resistance."

   "I know, I know." But seeing the starfire shot by the night elves, Brutalus couldn't help opening his mouth: "Hahaha! Your magic is too fragile and ridiculous!"

   In his wild laughter, more medium and small demons poured out from the portal behind him.

  The nightmare continues.

   A large amount of fel energy slurred out and began to spread throughout Mount Hyjal...

   The attack on Mount Hyjal shocked the entire alliance for the first time.

   After receiving urgent contact from Tyrande, the throne meeting was convened immediately. Listening to her tearful statement, the leaders unanimously passed a resolution - immediately mobilize all available troops to Mount Hyjal to fight the Second Seamount War.

The    resolution was passed, and McDonald's was more uncomfortable than eating flies.

  Because after the meeting, Kaizi found him, and immediately said: "My master predicts things like God!"

   (end of this chapter)