Communication leads to understanding, and empathy brings peace.
Malfurion not only killed the envoys sent by Archimonde to Poplar Valley, but also intercepted the envoys sent by the Burning Legion to Orgrimmar and Theramore.
Literally strangling, the Archdruid grabbed Erwuzi by the neck, pulled him up from the ground, and squeezed him to death.
The leader of the night elves refused to communicate, and Archimonde felt that his long-lost kindness was indeed a useless burden.
To hell with peace and all that.
The opportunity for Archimonde to secure the night elves was the care of his good brother Kil'jaeden.
Although the Defiler is certain that the void demons who came to Azeroth are not capable of snatching trees from him, the Deceiver is different.
Even though Kil'jaeden was across the sea of stars, he put tremendous pressure on Archimonde.
Don't let your good brothers know about Nordrassil's existence.
There is not much time left for yourself.
So if the night elves are willing to surrender, then the Burning Legion can have their place.
To Archimonde, this is mercy.
However, Malfurion refused such "peace".
The great barrier of Poplar Valley hinders the attack of the Burning Legion. The power of death and evil continues to erode Poplar Valley at the edge of the forest, forming a clear dividing line with the boundary of life.
It doesn’t cost any money, just give it a try.
Archimonde has enough patience, and spending thousands of years destroying a civilized world is not a big deal to the Burning Legion.
Archimonde lacked time. He never understood what his brother was thinking. If Kil'jaeden obstructed him or even told Sargeras of his plan, then he would be in big trouble.
So when Archimonde figured it out, the war accelerated.
No longer afraid of the prying eyes of his subordinates, no longer plotting for a glorious victory, Archimonde only has eyes for Nordrassil, the World Tree.
The gathering place of the night elves was attacked by legions of demons and undead plague armies, with a fierce attack regardless of casualties.
Although judging from the battle loss ratio, due to the reckless offensive of the Burning Legion, the night elves achieved unprecedented results.
However, instead of being able to mobilize troops from various places to strengthen the defense of Poplar Valley, Malfurion had to divide troops from Poplar Valley for defense.
This is a conspiracy.
Archimonde is a master of attacking the enemy and saving him.
After constantly deploying druids to support various places, a loophole finally appeared in the knot of Poplar Valley, and Archimonde was dismissed.
Cenarius was never one to sit still and wait for death.
Borrowing the best armor from Ysera, the Queen of Dreams, Old Deer Man made a weapon with his father's horns and faced Archimonde head-on.
Malfurion was opposed to Cenarius' decision.
Archimonde never fights an unprepared battle. When he appears on the battlefield, he must feel that victory is certain.
But Cenarius did not listen to his disciple's advice.
"I will never forget the way my father fell. I will even wonder if my father had not chosen to save me at that time, but to save himself, then the result would have been better. But this is not the reason for me to fight this time. Hatred does not Blind my mind, Malfurion."
Cenarius lowered his body and spoke in his disciple's ear.
"Make good use of my death."
The night elves are not the only ones who are always wary of the Burning Legion's return. The demigods of the wilderness who survived the war have not forgotten it either.
Although it was unclear how humans obtained the information, Cenarius felt that it was right.
Archimonde just wants to absorb the power of the World Tree.
The Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza was distracted by the Black Dragon Legion and was unable to rush to Kalimdor immediately; the Dream Queen Ysera was suppressing the Satyr uprising in the Emerald Dream; the Blue Dragon Legion was trapped by the Lich King's army. In Cordala; the bronze dragon did not answer the call.
Although the Red Dragon Legion and the Green Dragon Legion are here, without the guardian dragon and the dragon king who can confront Archimonde head-on, the current dilemma is still unsolvable.
Cenarius decided to stand up and once again face Archimonde who had crushed him, teased him, insulted him and ignored him.
Cenarius knew that he was able to survive that time because Archimonde wanted to use himself as bait to ambush his father Malorne.
After White Deer Malorne destroyed an entire demon army, he received news of the child's suffering before he had time to rest.
So Malorne crossed half a continent to come to Cenarius, faced Archimonde with a tired body, and finally died in the battle.
Wild demigods do not truly die. Cenarius regretted Malorne's death more than he regretted it.
Among the many wilderness demigods, only his father Malorne can compete with Archimonde in terms of strength. He himself is still far behind.
But in order for the plan to proceed smoothly, if you want to deceive Archimonde, you must make enough sacrifices.
With this awareness, Cenarius launched an unstoppable charge.
The trees made way for him, and Lin Tao walked bravely for him. Cenarius's body grew bigger before he took a step.
When Cenarius faced Archimonde, the antlers on his head had reached the Defiler's chest.
Raising his front hooves high, Cenarius wanted to trample the demon in front of him.
However, a disdainful smile appeared on Archimonde's lips, he held his chest and abdomen in his chest and took a forward lunge to protect Cenarius's waist, then knocked the guardian of the jungle to the ground.
Trivia, pit lords are spellcasters, and Kil'jaeden never argued with Archimonde about who was the melee unit.
For the arrogant abyss lords, Archimonde usually uses training methods to punish them. Cenarius's choice of close combat is simply a death penalty in the eyes of the Defiler.
But Cenarius also understood what Archimonde understood.
When his body fell heavily to the ground, the hard ground rippled like a mud pit.
Cenarius sank into the earth and disappeared from Archimonde's eyes.
Archimonde tried to use magic to sense the existence of Cenarius, but was disturbed by the knots that shrouded the Aspen Valley, as if every tree and leaf was Cenarius.
No, it's a trap!
Archimonde walked backwards, trying to get away from the forest. The natural mark that Cenarius had left on the Defiler through physical contact catalyzed vines to restrain this powerful demon.
Archimonde looked horrified and was tied to the spot unable to move. Cenarius broke out of the ground, and his body tangled with roots and rocks crashed into the enemy.
However……
Lied to you.
Archimonde easily broke free from the restraints of the vines that were weak to him, shattered the natural incarnation of Cenarius with one punch, and sent the Jungle Guardian's body flying hard.
There is no hope anymore.
Malfurion watched as the teacher kept being knocked down and then stood up again, constantly absorbing power from the barrier.
Until the great barrier covering the entire Poplar Valley shattered with the death of Cenarius.
Amidst Archimonde's merciless ridicule, the Burning Legion swarmed out from behind him.
Malfurion sighed.
"According to the plan, retreat to Mount Hyjal."
The archdruid swore that he would not live up to his teacher's sacrifice.
