"What's going on here?!"
Malfurion's voice was full of anger and shock. This polluted Druid Woodland was littered with the corpses of druids who died tragically. Their faces were filled with fear, and it was clear that they had experienced terrible things during their lifetimes.
"I... we don't know," said the druid patrolling the forest. "They lost contact with us, and there was no news from the messengers we sent later."
When the night elves found the woods and dens destroyed by Tichondrius, their faces became uglier than the last. Not only did their compatriots die tragically, but the dignity and self-confidence of the entire group were trampled on the ground.
Malfurion tore open the demonized thorns blocking the road. When he saw the ancient tree stumps that had been corrupted into disgrace by evil energy, his face became gloomy and scary. "The prince of humans said it right... Our forest is facing a terrible crisis." thing."
The evil energy flowed into the ground along the tree roots, and the corrupted energy was mixed into the soil and running water. The entire forest absorbed these corrupted nutrients. Tichondrius also used special spells very insidiously to delay the outbreak of evil energy. They are waiting for the last, most severe evil plague.
"Arch Druid, we must quickly purify this pollution!"
A young druid said anxiously that standing in the center of the polluted woodland, he truly felt the pain of the forest, which made him want to purify the pollution of the woodland and restore the trauma of nature.
However, the expressions of other older druids who had experienced terrible ancient wars were as gloomy as Malfurion. The teacher of the young druid patted him on the shoulder, shook his head and said, "It's too late. .”
If the corruption of evil energy is only a little, it is still possible to eliminate it. However, almost most of the forests are now polluted by evil energy. However, this energy is still latent in the bodies of trees and animals and has not exploded. In fact, it is now full of vitality. The woods are already terminally ill.
Malfurion raised his hand and punched the corrupted tree stump, and vigorous natural vitality poured into the stump. However, this only accelerated the death of the stump.
When the power of nature meets evil energy, it is like pouring water into a pan. The evil energy that was still latent explodes all of a sudden. The sound of cracking wood is like the last wail of an ancient tree, coming from the cracks. , what flows out is not juice, but green evil energy.
"All that's left of it is the torso, the inside is already dead."
Malfurion shook his head. The last vitality of the ancient tree had dissipated. Otherwise, the natural energy he injected could have sustained it for a while, but now it seemed that it had only accelerated the death of the heart of the ancient tree.
At this time, even Malfurion himself, who had experienced the War of the Ancients, was extremely helpless. Tichondrius took advantage of Mannoroth to attract their attention and planted a bombshell in Felwood. .
"Let the civilians leave Felwood quickly and move them to Mount Hyjal!"
The frustration was only temporary. After Malfurion understood that Felwood's situation was almost no longer reversible in a short time, he quickly asked the druids to assist the civilians in Felwood to evacuate.
"Don't drink local water sources, and don't eat any food produced by the forest. If there are people contaminated by evil energy, send druids to help them immediately.
Be quick! We don't have much time! "
Malfurion, who gave the order, clenched his fists tightly, and his bones and skin even made a friction sound. The night elves had lost part of their vigilance because of the long period of peace. They had forgotten that this world was still filled with terrible things. opponents as inevitable prey.
And Felwood was the price they paid for this.
After trying to settle down the residents of Felwood, bad news came one after another. Malfurion received the letter sent by the Druid of the Raptor, opened it, and looked moved.
"Did that guy Illidan... also escape? Is he from the Burning Legion, or is he someone who has been hiding among us?"
One thought after another passed through Malfurion's mind, but the current situation made him extremely agitated. The most important thing now was to reduce losses. Otherwise, Felwood, the main activity and residence area of the night elves, would suffer. When contaminated, they get hit really hard.
There was no time to think about more possibilities. He just replied to Maiev and asked her to handle the matter personally. After all, she had guarded Illidan for ten thousand years and might know his brother better than Malfurion himself. .
Moreover, Maiev's own ability is not inferior to anyone's, so Malfurion is relatively relieved to let her handle this matter.
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"It's really yours, Illidan Stormrage, how could you find yourself here?" Tichondrius looked at Illidan who broke through his cover-up and appeared in this camp quite unexpectedly.
Illidan laughed contemptuously, "Even from across Mount Hyjal, I can smell the devil's stink."
"You are really arrogant. It seems that what happened ten thousand years ago has not taught you the lesson." Tichondrius flapped his bat wings and flew to the hillside. "But I have always been magnanimous. If you kneel down and beg me, , I will give you a chance to serve the Legion again."
Tichondrius did not pay attention to the demon hunter who had returned from prison. Although he did not know that Illidan had just escaped from prison, the Dread Lord's keen perception allowed him to understand that Illidan's condition did not seem to be very good. .
The Dread Lord rested his hands on his chin and said jokingly, "Or do you want to use the little strength you have now to avenge your forest?"
Illidan slowly danced the twin blades of Azzinoth in his hand, and stared at the hilltop where Tichondrius stood with his eyes wrapped in black cloth, "Revenge for the forest? This is the funniest joke I have ever heard. Please don’t compare me to those cowardly Druid trash, otherwise, you will pay the price, Tichondrius!”
The demon hunter's figure ejected like a ghost, and the blade of Azzinoth left a green glow in the air. He struck at the position where Tichondrius stood at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people.
However, although the speed of the demon hunters was already beyond the reach of normal people, the cunning and keen Dread Lord could not deceive their eyes. Tichondrius turned into black mist and dissipated on the top of the mountain. Sinos only left two deep slashes on the mountain wall behind.
Illidan failed to succeed in one blow and was not discouraged. He knew that his opponent was not an ordinary demon.
He stepped on the mountain wall and exerted force again. He rose into the air and dived straight towards the place where Tichondrius's black mist condensed. However, this time, the green light of Azzinoth was brighter.
Illidan attached magic to the war blade, giving it the ability to inflict greater damage to demons. He has always believed that evil energy is also a good way to cause harm to demons.
And because this place is almost completely contaminated by evil energy, not only Tichondrius's strength has been improved, but Illidan's strength has also been greatly enhanced. This allows him to fight with Tichondrius as soon as he is out of weakness. Sri Lanka battle.
but……
To defeat Tichondrius, these alone are not enough.
After a confrontation that lasted for several minutes, Illidan was finally hit in the chest by Tichondrius. Before he could take any defensive measures, Illidan flew backwards like a cannonball.
Tichondrius retracted his claws, his expression slightly wrinkled: the touch just now felt wrong. Although it did hit Illidan's chest, it always gave him a feedback that it was ineffective.
It was unlikely that the elf's body could take his own blow, but why would Illidan take the risk with his chest?
Tichondrius raised his head and looked at the direction where Illidan flew backwards, and his expression suddenly changed - Oops, that guy didn't want to? !
