Half a day ago, at the foot of Mount Hyjal, the winner of a huge battle was decided.
The ancient Tree of Life, Shamurian — as the oldest treant that had coexisted with the Night Elves for ten thousand years, it was undoubtedly very powerful.
It was a pity that its opponent was Archimonde, the commander of the Burning Legion. Be it in terms of size, strength, or magic, Shamurian did not have an advantage at all. Moreover, the Tree Folk's natural trait of being slow made it impossible for it to gain any advantage against an opponent of the same size.
In front of Archimonde, the old treant that was as tall as a ten-storey building was just an extremely huge … punching bag!
"Hahaha! Hahahaha! Is this the killer move that you've been preparing for ten thousand years? Weak! Weak! Too weak — being weak is a sin! The outcome of being weak is destruction! "
Facing Archimonde's maniacal laughter, the old treant shouted, "Every living being on this planet will resist the Burning Legion to the end!
"Resistance is useless!
"How would you know if you don't try?!" The Tree of Life roared angrily. It moved its thick legs that were as tall as a three-storey house and began to launch its final charge at Archimonde.
Not only the old treant, but all the remaining Night Elves in the vicinity launched their final charge at Archimonde.
"Hahaha!" Archimonde pushed his left palm lightly as he laughed sinisterly.
It was clearly just a seemingly meaningless press.
However, the surrounding space seemed to have been subjected to an extremely heavy pressure. Everything in the field of vision was violently compressed into a large pancake.
In the next second, the compressed space returned to its original shape like a spring.
The terrifying impact that was so huge that it could cause mountains to collapse and the earth to crack suddenly exploded.
Ultimate move [Air Explosion]!
The tall and slender bodies of the Night Elves were sent flying in all directions like grass being blown away by a strong wind. In fact, every one of them had already lost their lives in mid-air. They landed heavily hundreds of meters away, leaving only corpses that had lost their lives and souls.
Thousands of ethereal soul fires that were like little sparks were forcefully gathered in Archimonde's huge palm.
On that cruel face that was unique to Eredar Demons, Archimonde's lips curled into a disdainful sneer.
"Soul … Punishment!"
Bright green, orange, rose red. Tens of thousands of Night Elves' souls were instantly tainted and forced to fall. The infamy of Archimonde the Defiler was on full display at this moment.
Then, three types of evil spiritual lights that exuded an indescribably disgusting feeling landed on the old treant's huge body at the same time.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Even though the Old Ent tried his best to launch a final assault on Archerons, but …
The tree bark that was once its skin had completely dried up in less than three breaths. Pieces of tree bark fell off by themselves and were blown away by the strong wind like sand on the ground.
Its thick limbs continuously emitted high-frequency explosive sounds. Its rapidly decaying joints could no longer support the unimaginable weight of mortals. Its limbs, which used to be a single entity, were almost broken.
The old Treant that had protected the Night Elves for more than 10,000 years finally couldn't hold on any longer. It didn't even have the chance to let out a final wail before its huge body exploded on the spot, turning into thousands of pieces that fell to the ground. Its huge body that was ten stories tall instantly turned the flat ground at the foot of the mountain into a small hill made of wood.
It was hard to imagine that just a moment ago, that should have been one of the cornerstones of the Night Elves — the Ancient Tree of Life.
Archimonde had single-handedly destroyed an army of 100,000 Night Elves, as well as killed the Ancient Tree of Life, Shamurian. This was being played in the war conference room on Mount Hyjal.
"As expected, modern arcane magic still has its merits …" Tyrande couldn't help but secretly rejoice that she hadn't listened to Fandral and tricked the Alliance and the Horde. Instead, she had first reached an agreement with Duque.
When this video that even the Night Elves couldn't get their hands on was played three times by Duque, Thrall realized that his right hand was trembling slightly.
This had nothing to do with courage, but was purely the most objective and straightforward reaction of his body and soul.
In fact, it wasn't just him. Even Grom, a superhero who had killed two Lords of the Abyss, had shock and awe written all over his face.
Everyone was probably asking themselves — do I really have a chance of winning against such a terrifying existence that only took an hour to destroy an army of 100,000?
Think about it. Even the brave and fearless Horde hero had fallen silent, let alone the other powerhouses.
But soon, the two heroes from the Horde and the Night Elves realized that the atmosphere wasn't right.
On the Alliance's side, they were shocked, but that was all.
Most of the powerhouses of the Alliance didn't have the slightest bit of disappointment or fear on their faces. Instead, they looked eager and excited. Following the line of sight of the powerhouses of the Alliance, the others suddenly realized that the focus of their gazes was on Duque.
Queen Sylvanas sat by the window, feeling the chilly wind blowing in from outside. She didn't seem to care about Archimonde's strength at all in the face of the great enemy. She leaned against the window with her left hand and placed her right hand on her waist. With a rather lazy voice, she said, "Duque, don't scare them anymore. Just say what you've discovered."
Mograine also smiled. "I've learned to analyze the enemy's situation and predict the enemy's methods and movements for more than a decade, but I still feel that I'm far from you, Duque."
"Please speak, Duque. For the victory of Azeroth," Saar said in a low, muffled voice.
Duque didn't argue any further. He directly extracted the most crucial frozen image of the magic mirror.
"Everyone, please look at these images. These are the summary of Archimonde's combat power from when he descended on the Dalajan and half a day ago."
"I don't know if my summary is correct, but if you encounter similar situations in the upcoming battles, you might as well use my opinion as your first reference."
"First of all, this fire, I'll temporarily name it [Fire of Destruction]. About every 30 seconds, Archimonde will create a fierce fireball. This fireball will move on its own and leave a wall of fire that is two to three yards wide where it moves. The wall of fire will disappear from the place where the fireball appeared after 27 seconds. I've calculated a total of 18 cases, and each time, the flames will only last for 27 seconds. No more, and no less. "
"Then, I'll name this [Soul Charge] …"
Duque seriously memorized Archimonde's strategy. He had to thank the strategy team back then for summarizing the old Archimonde's skills in such detail. Before seeing any new skills, Duque directly copied the strategy.
But in the eyes of the powerhouses of the three sects, Duque was a god!
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