Chapter 964
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"Stop him!" Malfurion let out a desperate roar. "Once the power of the World Tree is absorbed, it will reverse and release [Breath of Destruction]! Weaken him, or we won't be able to use our last resort! "
The Great Druid didn't have time to explain what [Breath of Destruction] was, but it didn't sound like anything good.
Far away, all the Lesser Elves on Mount Hyjal and even the surrounding areas were alarmed. Gorgeous light balls began to fly toward the World Tree at high speed. Those light balls were the most basic unit of the Night Elves — Lesser Elves.
They were the craftsmen of the Night Elves who could help the elves collect wood and other resources. At the same time, they were also the final form of the Night Elves after their souls returned to the earth.
There was no time to investigate the legend of the Lesser Elves.
However, what was certain was that if Archimonde's vitality did not fall below the lower limit, these Lesser Elves in soul form would only be courting death if they rushed over and self-destructed.
They would probably be forced to fall in an instant and then be made into materials for [Soul Retribution]!
"Stop him!!"
Mograine slashed out with [Ashbringer] for the last time!
Then, he knelt down on the ground, panting heavily.
For an old soldier who was approaching the age of sixty, he was no longer young. [Ashbringer], which seemed to be infinitely powerful and could blast the Calamity Soldiers into pieces, was a typical holy artifact. However, using such a powerful weapon also required physical strength and mental strength.
After squeezing out all the strength in his body, he slashed out a brilliant golden crescent.
This golden crescent slashed over, but Archimonde dodged it the moment before it hit.
An incomparably thick right leg fell to the ground.
However!
Archimonde really didn't know what kind of talent he had. He was actually climbing up with two arms and one leg.
"Stop him —"
Turalyon also went all out. [Quel 'Zaram] burst out with a golden light like the sun, and the long beam of light directly penetrated Archimonde's back from behind, exploded from his chest, and even shot into the trunk of the World Tree.
It looked like a golden spear had nailed Archimonde to it.
However …
In just three seconds, Archerons continued to climb.
His three limbs glowed with an evil black light as they clung to the bark of the World Tree and began to corrode the green bark of the World Tree at a high speed.
What was even more frightening was that his severed right leg seemed to have started to grow a new, tender, and much smaller leg.
"Stop him —" Tyrande was sobbing uncontrollably. She ignored her right hand that was bleeding profusely, and continued to draw her bow and shoot arrows mechanically!
Every long-range hero that could still attack chased after Archimonde in a frenzy. They desperately poured their firepower into Archimonde's back, who seemed to have lost all sense of pain.
Even Gianna and the others had rushed back.
But the effect was getting weaker and weaker!
It was very simple. Melee professions could not wear heavy armor and climb a World Tree that seemed to require at least a thousand people to hug!
After losing the damage from the two strongest Sacred Swords, the entire team's Attack Power dropped by more than a level.
Now, they had almost reached the critical point.
Although Archimonde's life force had dropped to a very dangerous level, as long as he absorbed a large amount of the power from the World Tree and successfully converted it into dark energy, he would be able to turn the tables. Not only would he be able to kill Duke and the others, but he would also be able to carry out his evil plan and kick all of Azeroth into the abyss of destruction.
The tearful Tyrande suddenly remembered that she still had one last Sacred Sword. She turned her head and stared at Duque. "Duque! Anything is fine! I beg you! "
Thrall realized that his side was starting to lose strength. After the fourth throw of the Hammer of Ruin, there was no hope of taking down Archimonde. He turned around and said, "Duque, it's all up to you now!"
Rhonin struggled to get up from the ground and howled. "The destruction of Dalajan!"
Mograine shouted unwillingly. "The fall of Lordaeron!"
Jaina flashed to Duque's side. Her fists were clenched, and her fair skin was red with anger. "Duque! The revenge of my father and brother … "
Cirvanas stabbed his longbow into the ground and shouted, "The revenge of every Quel 'dorei …"
Thousands of elite warriors who refused to retreat stared at Duque from afar.
Thousands of elven souls stared at Duque.
Countless forces, every one of them who had thrown themselves in front of the magic mirror, gritted their teeth and cheered for Duque and the rest. They were all staring at Duque.
They were waiting!
They were looking forward to it!
They were sincerely longing for it!
They were screaming in their hearts!
They prayed that Duke Marcus, who was hailed as Azeroth's greatest hero in the last thousand years, for them, for the whole world, would deal a fatal blow to the evil and terrifying existence – the Commander of the Burning Legion, Archimonde!
The feeling of being watched and looked forward to by billions of creatures made Duque's heart extremely heavy.
Duque had long understood that he had to go all out.
Only he, who also held a holy sword, could seriously injure Archimonde and create a chance for the elves to self-destruct.
However, this could not be done by a clone.
After all, a clone was a clone, and its strength could never exceed that of the main body.
Someone who could kill Archimonde!
The only possibility was for him to do it himself!
No one knew what Archimonde's final killing move would be.
No one could guarantee what the consequences of killing Archimonde would be.
There were only two paths in front of Duque:
Either he missed the opportunity and became the sinner of all of Azeroth …
Or he became a hero for ten seconds.
Duque smiled.
He smiled casually.
That bright and clear smile was aimed at Jaina, at Cirvanas, at every lover who was watching him silently from afar, and at everyone who trusted him and entrusted their last hope to him.
"I'm going."
There was a soft sound.
It was also a sound that seemed as light as a feather.
But it made countless women fall in love with him.
Duque's figure instantly turned into a stream of light, and when he appeared again, he was already under the tree.
"Grom," the same calm voice called out, allowing the Orc God of War to completely understand what Duke was thinking about.
The burly figure was the first to leap onto Kane's totem pole. Kane used the last of his strength to hit Grom high up into the air like a flying ball.
That was the highest jump Grom Hellscream had ever made.
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