Infinite Heroes Seat

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Kalimdor, under the world tree Nordrassil, a huge figure with blue skin and armor is climbing along the world tree, eyes full of greed.

"Nordrassil, the tree of the world, the well of eternity, all this is finally mine!"

Archimonde felt the powerful magic power continuously converging in his body, and he couldn't help being excited, although the tri-family army of night elves, orcs and humans had brought a lot of trouble to it over the past year. But relying on its own powerful strength, it still broke through here, and now no one can stop it.

While continuously pouring the power of pollution in his body into the World Tree and turning it into his own power, Archimonde calculated his future arrangements.

Kil'jaeden the deceiver is definitely its first target to eradicate. The Burning Legion only needs a giant. After Sargeras, only Archimonde the Pollutant can become the master of the Burning Legion. Those **** undead must die too, and they dared to betray it and flee, really because it found a night elf as an excuse. Doesn't Archimonde know what they are paying attention to? There is also the Elf Prince of Lordaeron, although his strength is not as good as himself, but it is also a threat and must be removed as soon as possible.

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

And standing on a hill not far from Nordrassil, Tyrande looked complicated at this time, she glanced at Archimonde's huge blue body in disgust. Then his gaze scanned the towering trunk of the World Tree with nostalgia, and the branches were as luxuriant as a canopy. After a long while, he sighed slightly. To Malfurion? Stormrage beside him said: "The time is almost up, let's start!"

The latter nodded, took out a horn from his waist, and then summoned the strength of his whole body to blow it.

"—Om—Om!"

Along with the heroic buzzing sound, all the elements in the entire world seemed to be restless.

Streams of blue air flow gathered from all directions, like a blue river, rushing madly towards Archimonde under the World Tree, bit by bit, like a firefly, it continued along Archimonde. De's body drilled into it.

"--No!"

The polluters fought hard. Try to wipe out the little things that are approaching.

But it didn't work, as Cenarius called from the horn. The souls of the ancient guardians of the night elves almost flooded in one after another, submerging the latter directly in the blue ocean. They surround Archimonde and penetrate into its body.

Then I saw those blue bright spots constantly shining and brightening. In the end, it was like the sun, emitting a dazzling white light.

--boom!

Accompanied by a loud noise that shook the heavens and the earth, Archimonde the Defiler was like a huge torch, lit up instantly, endless light and heat spreading around it, a huge circle of fire wantonly Expanding outwards, everything is reduced to ashes wherever it passes.

The trunk of the World Tree Nordrassil changed from green to yellow, and then from yellow to black. Finally collapsed.

Archimonde died, and it was buried with the night elf's treasure world tree.

Standing on the hill, looking at the devastated world underneath. Tyrande felt a trace of distress in his heart, and murmured: "?????? is over!"

"Hmm! It's over!" Standing next to her, Malfurion did the same, looking at the wreckage of the World Tree with a sad expression on his face, but he quickly adjusted. Said to Tyrande: "But our battle is not over yet, we have to deal with the rest of the Burning Legion. The bones and sticks of the natural disasters can't be taken lightly!"

Tyrande nodded, and collected the weak spots in his eyes, and turned back to the heroic high priest, "Our covenant with the human race and the orcs has not yet ended. We can continue to cooperate, and we should also Talk to them about the post-war land distribution, if possible??????"

Malfurion saw that Tyrande was back to normal and smiled with satisfaction. He just wanted to say something, but a falcon flew from a distance and landed on Malfurion's shoulder.

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

"Damn it!" He cursed in a low voice, then looked at Tyrande with a wry smile, "Tyrande, I think we are in trouble, Maiev is back, and is now taking her guards to chase Illidan. !"

Although Illidan has been exiled by him, he is his own brother after all. It is naturally impossible for Malfurion not to care about the other party's movements, and he is very aware of the grievances between Illidan and Maiev Shadowsong. Years ago, Illidan injured Maiev’s younger brother Jarod on the Sacred Mountain of Hyjal. As a result, the angry Maiev brought a small sister to guard Illidan for 10,000 years. The Guardian was even established because of this. In order to save Illidan, Ci Tyrande killed those guards who had the same sisters as Maiev, new hatred and hatred, if Maiev caught Illidan this time, he would definitely be able to kill him alive; and Yili Dan, how can you expect him to have a good impression of the guards after being locked up for ten thousand years? So once the two meet, you will have to die.

From a personal point of view, Malfurion naturally did not want his brother to die, but from a righteous point of view, he could not watch Maiev Shadowsong accident. After all, this is also one of the pillars of their night elves. One, a rare master.

And listening to Malfurion's words, Tyrande's mouth twitched slightly, and his face was also ugly. Regarding Maiev Shadowsong, an old senior who had competed with herself for the position of chief priest, she also had a lot of scruples in her heart, and things At this point, she also has an unshirkable responsibility. If she hadn't killed the guards, perhaps Illidan had been imprisoned for 10,000 years, Maiev would have opened one eye to his escape instead of now. The same, holding on, so in the end Tyrande could only smile helplessly, "Well, let's take the time to deal with the matter here, and then see if we can think of something!"

Malfurion did not speak, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, obviously not optimistic about Tyrande's statement.

On the other side, the continent of Lordaeron was already at night.

In the courtyard of the Scarlet Monastery, the autumn wind blows the ground, bringing a trace of coolness, and the bright moonlight shines on the grass and trees in the courtyard, making everything seem very quiet.

The rustling sound in the room gradually calmed down, and only a soft creak sounded, Whitemane pushed the door open from the mysterious room with fatigue and blush on his face.

After a few days, the former prosecutor seems to have been reborn, his whole person has become different, the tender skin has become more and more shiny, shining in the moonlight, and the figure is more hot and charming, which makes people worry. Can that slender waist support two heavy objects, one up and down, although there is always a trace of unresolved sadness in the eyes, but every move inadvertently exudes a charming attitude, which makes the population flowed.

However, for this series of changes, Whitemane is not happy, but feels a little shameful.

Stretching out her palm to the moon, she muttered to herself, "How many times is this?"

The resurrection of Renault is still far away, but she had to greet the man against her will, and accompany him in various nasty poses. Her lips, breasts, and various shameful places have been manipulated all over, even if it is. He had made up his mind a long time ago, and Whitemane still felt a little confused and shaken at this time.

"Perhaps I should change the way?"

Because I didn’t want to interfere with Whiteman’s enthusiasm for resurrection~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Mo Wen didn’t say anything to her except signing the contract, so she experienced repeated failures, the female prosecutor Some other thoughts arose slightly.

At this moment, hearing the sound of footsteps in the corridor of the courtyard, a valiant girl in a blood-red armor walked in.

"General Abidis?"

An inexplicable gleam flashed in Whitemane's eyes, but in the end he gritted his teeth to greet him, lowered his voice and said: "Bridget, please wait, I have something to tell you!" (to be continued)

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