Sarlayan, who was in the Eastern Kingdom, was unaware of the quarrels within the night elves. At this moment, he was feeling Archimonde's terrifying pressure at close range.
It is said that it is close, mainly because Archimonde's body is too huge, and his sense of presence and pressure is too strong, giving people the illusion that he is very close.
In fact, Daron County, where Archimonde is located, is still quite a distance from Barov Castle on Keldaron Island.
But this huge blue demon that seemed to be able to connect to the sky seemed to be right in front of them, causing Sarlayan, Valeela and Stellagosa to unconsciously feel fear in their hearts.
This fear cannot be controlled artificially, but is the instinct of intelligent creatures to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, warning Sarlayan and others to stay away from this dangerous creature as much as possible.
"This is... Archimonde the Defiler?"
The expressions of Valeera and Little Star were solemn.
Theoretically, Valeera and Stellagosa have met true gods who are more powerful than Archimonde - the Eternal Winter Queen and the eldest daughter Gristia.
However, from the same standpoint as Sarlayan, these two Eternals are friendly forces. They have never really shown their powerful strength and momentum as Eternals in front of Sarlayan and others.
Archimonde was the first powerful demigod-level enemy they had ever seen with obvious hostility.
Sarlayan had more on his mind at the moment.
"Archimonde, who has not yet officially become a true god, is so impressive. Sargeras, Denathrius and the Warden..."
Sarlayan sighed with a deep look in his eyes: "Sure enough, if I want to compete with these universe-level elders, my current strength is far from enough. I can't even qualify for admission."
[Indeed, after killing Archimonde in this trap, Shaman should really be ready to break through the shackles of mortals. 】
[Once Archimonde dies, the next person Sharlayan will face should be Kil'jaeden and the Ancient Gods, and at the very least it will be veteran demigods of Loken's level. 】
Sarlayan: "There is still a long way to go...Forget it, we will consider these things later. For now, let's calm down and continue to advance the plan."
Archimonde walked out of the legion portal with astonishing momentum, and the group of high-ranking legions following him should not be underestimated.
Although it is difficult to identify who is the demon face blindness, according to the information provided by the barrage, there should be at least four senior demons among these high-level demons: Mannoroth, Tichondrius, Azgarro, and Anaselon. Demonic officer.
Except for Tichondrius, the leader of the Dreadlord, who was sent by Kil'jaeden to assist Archimonde, the other demon officers were all direct subordinates of Archimonde.
Holding on to the powerful aura exuded subconsciously by Archimonde, Sarlayan stared at the next move of this demon group with a serious expression.
In front of Archimonde, Kel'Thuzad, the second-in-command of the Scourge, could only remain humble and humble, respectfully expressing his loyalty to the Defiler on behalf of the Lich King Ner'zhul, who was unable to come in person.
Although Archimonde is always habitually reckless, in fact, his mind is not stupid. Otherwise, he would not have been able to kill his mentor Thal'kiel. He replaced Thal'kiel's position due to his merits and was promoted to the third eredar. One of the great consuls.
After mastering a powerful power that is difficult for ordinary people to match, Archimonde prefers to use simple and crude methods to solve problems-the so-called one-power solution.
Kel'Thuzad, who lowered his head to salute Archimonde, was under more pressure than Sharlayan, who was watching from a distance, but at this moment he could only grit his teeth and continue to persevere.
Kel'Thuzad could feel Archimonde looking at him with a playful look.
"Ha~"
After about ten seconds, Archimonde withdrew his gaze with a joking expression.
"Little Lich, you've done a great job. Leave the rest of the siege to the Burning Legion. Tell Ner'zhul that he can roll aside and continue to make his own plans."
The soul fire in Kel'Thuzad's eyes flickered slightly. He did not try to talk back to the rude Archimonde, but still responded in a respectful low voice: "As you command, may the Defiler be victorious."
Watching Kel'Thuzad drift away gradually, Archimonde sneered and suddenly waved behind him.
"Tichondrius."
"Sir, I'm here."
A calm-looking Dread Lord stood out from the crowd respectfully, half-kneeling in front of Archimonde and obeying his orders.
"Before we set off, Kil'jaeden should have a task for you, right?"
Archimonde smiled meaningfully: "Go and complete the mission he gave you. The Burning Legion does not need second-minded subordinates."
The fear lord known as Tichondrius raised a ferocious smile on his lips: "Your will."
After Tichondrius turned into a large bat and flew away, Archimonde suddenly turned his attention to the direction of Keldaron Island in the distance.
"Hmph! You ants who are spying on me secretly, let me let you live a little longer."
"Well!"
Archimonde's powerful long-range intimidation made Sarlayan feel a pain in his chest, and a stream of blood unconsciously spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Tsk! The gap is still too big."
This small internal injury was nothing to Sarlayan, and the physical trauma was far less than the mental pressure he was enduring at the moment.
After giving a small lesson to the man who was spying in secret, Archimonde strode forward with his head held high, one green step at a time towards the Dalson defense line where the Silver Knights were waiting.
Sarlayan, who was still paying attention to Archimonde's movements from the corner of his eye, narrowed his eyes slightly: "Valeera, send a warning to Uther and ask him to abandon the defense line and retreat immediately, without any hesitation."
"good."
Valeera didn't ask why, and her figure disappeared from the place in a flash.
"Stella, let's go check on Gianna."
Wiping the bloodshot eyes from the corner of his mouth, Sharlayan turned around and teleported to the bottom of the watchtower with Stellagosa.
"Regardless of the progress of her breakthrough, we must move our position."
…
After all, Sarlayan's plan in advance was only a rough outline, and it was impossible to accurately predict every move Archimonde would make. It was necessary to call in multiple contingency plans prepared in advance based on the actual situation at any time.
As expected, Archimonde still plans to personally take action to give Azeroth a blow.
After receiving Sarlayan's warning, Uther, who was busy rectifying military affairs, did not quite understand the reason, but out of trust in the ability of the Duke of Deep Shadow, he immediately began to arrange the defenders on the defense line in order. Retreat.
In most cases, an orderly retreat is the undisputed right choice, and it is also a decision that Uther, who is naturally cautious, will inevitably make.
However, at this moment, facing the impatient Archimonde, the efficiency of an orderly retreat seemed a bit insufficient.
Less than 5 minutes after Uther, who was in charge of the central army, left Dalson's defense line with a worried look on his face, unusually hot energy fluctuations came from behind him.
"boom!"
The pillar of evil fire rising into the sky completely destroyed the fortifications reinforced many times by the Knights of the Silver Hand in just a few breaths. The Duanhou troops who failed to evacuate in time were also drawn into the pillar of fire.
There were no screams or any other sounds.
When the evil fire pillar gradually extinguished, nothing was left of the original Dalson defense line. All that was left in place was a large, charred pit with a faint green light.
What? Holy land?
Under the impact of evil energy on this scale, the bit of holy light driven into the ground by a mortal would not have any effect.
"this……"
Seeing the fate of Dalson's defense with his own eyes, Uther, who was lucky enough to escape, felt a chill in his back.
Dathrohan was also dumbfounded as he looked at the looming blue giant behind the evil fire pillar: "Is that Archimonde? This is too..."
Tirion Fordring looked worriedly towards the direction of Hearthglen to the north of Dalzon's defense line, and took a deep breath to suppress the uneasiness rising in his heart.
"Uther, now is not the time to be in a daze. Speed up your retreat. Andorhal... may not be saved. We must urge the hundreds of thousands of people in the town to evacuate as soon as possible."
Tirion's words woke up Uther, who was still blaming himself for not being resolute in his retreat. He hit his horse and started galloping as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"Follow up! Queen Calia is right. Facing such a terrifying enemy that transcends common sense, the power of Lordaeron alone is simply not enough!"
In the process of galloping, Uther, who was lying on the ground to reduce wind resistance, gritted his teeth and said: "I hope that as Sharlayan said, this monster will be temporarily satisfied after destroying Andorhal, otherwise..."
Uther did not say the second half of the sentence, but Dathrohan and Tirion, who were following closely with the same solemn expressions, knew what he wanted to express.
'Lordaeron may suffer national annihilation. '
