An arrow pierced through the clouds, and an army of thousands came to meet.
At this moment, Lord Howl was more than an army of thousands.
That aura of choosing people to devour.
That earth-shattering roar.
That Bloodhowl that turned the tide of the battle!
All of them were Archimonde's death warrant.
In order to deal with the long-range bombardment of the heroes, Ack's body's resistance had already switched to a high magic resistance state. Grom's unexpected leap into the air caused Archimonde to panic.
Gritting his teeth, Ack roared, "Hand of Death!"
In theory, the effect of Hand of Death was to kill all targets within 30 meters. Unfortunately, Archimonde was too weak. He had been injured repeatedly, and most of his magic power had been diverted to the protective shield.
[Hand of Death], which was supposed to kill Grom instantly, landed on his chest with a loud bang. The Orc God of War, who had extremely high HP, took the hit head-on.
Then, the scarlet long-handled axe drew a dazzling blood-red crescent in the air. The tip of the crescent was Archimonde's neck.
"Ah —" With a scream, blood splattered everywhere. Half of Archimonde's neck was cut off from his body.
If he were a mortal, he would have died hundreds of times, but he was a Great Demon of Eredar with extremely strong vitality.
Even though the huge wound on his neck was like a fountain, he still didn't die.
"Scram!" A large AOE [Air Explosion] blasted Grom's body into the ground like a meteor. He crashed into the thick black ground and created a huge crater.
At this moment, Duque arrived.
A simple long-range [Flash] appeared on Archimonde's broad back.
"Farewell! Archimonde — "Duque's shout spread in all directions!
Gone!
It's over!
There were so many people who covered for Duque's last attack, but Archimonde couldn't find any way to protect himself at the very end.
He was in so much despair, so much hatred.
If he had ten more seconds, he could have completed the transformation of the World Tree's power, repaired his body, and won this easy final victory for him.
However, it was at this crucial juncture that Duque arrived with the holy sword in hand.
The golden light shone brightly!
Resplendent and glorious!
With all the best wishes in the world of Azeroth.
It was accompanied by the ethereal singing of holy children singing hymns in unison.
Duque extended his left hand forward and pulled his right hand back. Like a drawn bow, he made a stabbing posture.
The gears of time seemed to have rusted and solidified at this moment.
Archimonde, who was at his wit's end, sent a wisp of divine sense to Duque, "Don't kill me! I only need the power of the World Tree. I swear I will not pollute this world. Otherwise, even if I die, I will give you the most terrible curse — polluting your soul so that you will never be able to become divine again. After you die, you will definitely degenerate into the ugliest demon! "
This was the deepest form of intimidation!
It was also a threat that would definitely come true!
The mysterious curse of a dying Great Demon was undoubtedly the most terrifying evil existence.
Duque smiled.
Archimonde was just stalling for time. How could he not know?
He replied with a divine sense, "Just as I never dare to overestimate the moral integrity of a Demon, I will also not underestimate my courage. It turns out … I am also quite a brave person! Although I was forced to at first … "
With a faint but determined smile, Duque stabbed the unknown holy sword in his hand into Archimonde's head like lightning.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
What came out of Archimonde's mouth was not only screams, but also a solid curse that was so thick that everyone could see it with the naked eye.
If one ignored the black color that made people tremble, this huge curse was as long and magnificent as the Milky Way falling from the sky.
Unfortunately, this incomparably illusory curse waterfall symbolized the ultimate evil of the world!
It was the most violent destruction!
It was the most terrible blasphemy!
It was the deepest pollution!
It was the strangest distortion!
At this moment, everyone who looked at Duque with anticipation suddenly realized that they had forced Duque to make a terrible decision!
"No —" Thousands of miles away, Queen Kalia who saw this scene fainted on the spot.
"Duque —" Elucia's eyes were filled with tears.
Nearby.
Tyrande's entire body was trembling, and she suddenly fell from the White Tiger.
Jaina suddenly felt all the strength in her body being sucked out, and she collapsed to the ground.
Cirvanas' face was pale, and he immediately knelt on the charred ground.
Seeing this scene, Malfurion no longer felt like taking care of his allies. He raised his vine-like staff high up, and let out a long and complicated roar towards the sky!
In the entire world, every Little Elf received his signal to attack.
Hundreds of thousands of Little Elves drew colorful streams of light in the sky, and they all rushed towards Archimonde.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Boom boom boom —"
At first, there was only a series of firecracker-like sounds, but it soon turned into thunder, and then into the continuous roar of tens of thousands of cannons. It was completely unacceptable to people's hearing.
Not only hearing, but the terrifying strong light produced by the continuous crazy explosions, and even those who had their backs to the light source could still feel the unbearable strong light. Through the palms and arms that were covering their eyes, the strong light pierced through their muscles and skin, and pierced into their eyeballs.
"Ahhhh!"
All kinds of screams! Screams! Painful cries! Endless screams!
Every hero's senses were completely messed up.
For a long time.
For a long time …
No one knew how long it had been …
Cirvanas finally opened his eyes.
The huge World Tree, Nordrassil, was like a lonely guard standing on a lonely land, and the crimson lightning that fell from the clouds outlined its outline.
The heroes who had survived the terrible battle looked down at the battlefield that was nearing its end. In all directions, the few troops of various factions were retreating like a tide from the plateau on the top of Mount Hyjal through the teleportation portal.
There were not many corpses. Perhaps the most eye-catching corpse was Archimonde, who was nailed to the trunk of the World Tree. His huge corpse, which had recovered to its original height of one hundred and fifty meters, was so eye-catching that it almost occupied the entire vision of the heroes. Accompanied by the crimson fireworks in the sky, looking around at the battlefield that was like a ruin, with debris and broken tiles everywhere, it was like a painting of the end of the world.
"Duque? Where's Duque — "Jaina and Queen Cia exclaimed at the same time.
Suddenly, Rhonin held a pitch-black body and shouted, "Teacher is here! He's still breathing! Let's leave first! The portal is already starting to become unstable. "
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