Saar left as well.
Just as Duque was about to teleport away, Jaina grabbed Duque's hand. Her soft palm was trembling, and there was a faint moisture on it. It was sweat.
"Duque, will we win? Can mortals really win against such an opponent? Will I really be able to take revenge one day? "
Facing such an enemy, as long as one was not a lunatic, it was inevitable to feel fear.
Looking at Jaina's beautiful eyes, Duque smiled.
"Yes! He definitely will! And it will happen today! "
Duque was so certain, and his words were so passionate. That almost unreasonable confidence filled Jaina's heart.
Hundreds of meters away, Queen Sylvanas, who was holding a bow and arrow, suddenly saw the two figures beside her suddenly overlap and then instantly separate. Queen Sylvanas spat fiercely.
"Bastard! If I survive today, I will definitely teach you a lesson! "
The earth-shaking footsteps were getting closer.
Even closer!
The closer they got, the more shocking the feeling of the earth shaking and mountains shaking became.
The mortal army had all retreated. If Archimonde summoned ordinary demons, they would naturally attack again.
If Archimonde was alone, then this would be a stage that belonged only to the strong.
Finally, Archimonde's enormous body appeared at the peak of Mount Hyjal, on the stage chosen by the three factions.
In front of the fifty-story Boss, mortals were as insignificant as ants.
"Hahaha! Hahahaha! I thought that the so-called brave warriors who were fighting against the Burning Legion had all run away in fear. What, your so-called army of hundreds of thousands is only left with these few people? Hahaha! "Archimonde's maniacal laughter reverberated throughout the entire basin shaped mountain peak.
Even though he was speaking in the Eredar language, Archimonde's words pierced through everyone's minds and into their minds.
If mortals were here, they would probably have had a mental breakdown and died.
Tyrande was dressed in bright silver armor and rode a white tiger. She walked out of the crowd and shouted in a clear and sonorous voice, "Archimonde! We will destroy you here and today! "
"Huh?" A playful expression appeared on Archimonde's mountain-like face. He stretched out a huge finger and hooked it. "What other tricks do you have? Come on, I'll take them all!"
Next to him, Malfurion shouted, "Accept the punishment of justice! Archimonde the Defiler — "
The next moment, Archerons was suddenly surrounded.
Amidst the green fog that had appeared out of nowhere, four towering figures that were almost as large as the Archerons appeared.
Upon closer inspection, one would realize that these four mountainous figures were the Ancient Tree, the Ancient Tree of War, the Ancient Tree of Wisdom, and the Ancient Tree of Wind.
Treants were a special race that lived in symbiosis with the Night Elves. They had a special and lofty status in the world of the Night Elves.
Before this, Malfurion claimed that he could definitely weaken Archimonde. Now, Duque finally understood how he could do it.
This was the power of the Emerald Dream!
He could summon the ancient trees that had been dead for many years in the real world and lived eternally in the Emerald Dream. He could use the power of the dream to suppress Archimonde to the greatest extent!
Obviously, Malfurion and the Treants had succeeded.
"Ahhhh —" Countless green spots of light of various sizes emerged from the illusions and directly invaded Archimonde's body.
In his field of vision, Archimonde's body, which seemed to be boundless, was shrinking rapidly. It was a very strange scene, as if an iceberg was melting seventy to eighty percent in a few seconds.
After a while, Archimonde's body finally stabilized.
The four phantoms of the ancient trees seemed to be trying to suppress Archimonde's power, but no matter how they waved their arms to activate the power from the Emerald Dream, Archimonde's height was still fixed at fifteen meters.
Although the fifth floor was still very high, at least he could see everything in his field of vision. It was completely different from the fiftieth floor where he could barely see the top.
"Huff — huff — huff —" Archimonde panted. There was no fear on his face at all. Instead, there was an expression of eagerness.
As the vanguard of the Burning Legion and the self-proclaimed God of War, Archimonde had never been afraid of the enemy's traps. All he cared about was whether his opponents were strong enough, or whether they could bring him greater pleasure in killing and destroying.
He was not surprised that the ants of Azeroth could weaken him to this extent. Instead, he was delighted.
"Haha! Ants, do you think you can defeat me just because you've weakened me? Not enough — it's still not enough! Do you have more surprises for me? " The tentacle-like beard on Ack's chin wriggled nimbly, causing the heroines who loved beauty to frown.
Malfurion moved closer to Duque. "Really, is that all? Just weaken his defences and shrink his body … "
In Malfurion's mind, Archimonde's attacks should have been weakened, or he should have been weakened in all aspects. Instead of using twenty percent to reduce Ack's body and eighty percent to reduce his defences.
"No! That's good! If we don't reduce his defences, then we really can't fight! "Duque would always remember how thick Archimonde's skin was when he'd descended. The attacks of the Breaking Dawn Wizard Tower couldn't break his defences.
Coupled with Ack's terrifying vitality, it wouldn't be enough for the elites of the three sects to die a hundred times.
Only reducing his defences and not his attacks. Even if this was a crazy move like walking on a tightrope, at least they still had something to think about.
Without further ado, the great war that would decide the fate of the world began!
"Kane!" Duque ordered.
The bull-headed chief, who was the most muscular among them, stepped out.
No one would have thought that there would be such a wonderful mockery in this world …
Kane's rough bull face was filled with a rich expression of disdain. It was one thing for him to look down on the boss of the Burning Legion. He even did something exaggerated. He pointed at Archimonde with his thick finger and then at the Nightmares Panther's poop on the ground.
There was a dung beetle on top of the poop, making a ball out of it …
The old bull stepped on it with his hoof.
"Pa!" The pitiful dung beetle and the poop were crushed into a ball.
Duque couldn't understand the old bull's mockery.
Was he saying that Archimonde was a pile of poop?
Or was he a demon who only knew how to play with poop?
Was the dung beetle his true form?
Alright, who cares what the hell this is?
In any case, Ack was furious. He roared and charged at the old bull who had raised the interstellar hand gesture. Yes, he retracted his left and right fingers, leaving only the middle finger.
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