Archimonde, who wants to destroy the world, is an invincible being.
Archimonde, who wanted to circle the tree, was full of flaws.
Cenarius died in battle, giving the night elves a legitimate reason to retreat, and Aspen Valley burned amid the unbridled jeers of the legion's demons.
Only Malfurion understood what his teacher had done.
Only by using one's body as a sword can one achieve a fatal blow.
The demigod Cenarius burned his own life to set a trap for Archimonde's defeat, but the Defiler was unaware of it.
In other words, he noticed it and didn't care.
The world tree Nordrassil is on the high slope ahead.
Archimonde has already smelled the fragrance of the huge energy emanating from it.
The opportunity to surpass Sargeras is right in front of you, fuck the night elves!
Archimonde burned the entire Poplar Valley, triggering Cenarius' deathrattle effect.
"This is... the green purgatory!"
Whether orcs and humans understood the current situation or were coerced, Thrall and Jaina agreed to Malfurion's request to help defend Mount Hyjal.
But unlike the situation in the Eastern Kingdom, the strong man Carlos descended from the sky and forcibly protected half of the population from the undead natural disaster. The Glory Orcs, who were less than 300,000, were a proper minority for the 3 million humans. Coupled with the hatred of trolls and high spirits, the overall public opinion atmosphere is still moderate.
After all, in the war between the living and the dead, humans and orcs belong to the camp of the living. Everyone breathes through two nostrils. Whoever fights the undead with me is my good brother.
Even in the magical world of Azeroth, the indigenous people are still very realistic.
Especially the humans who stayed in Lordaeron were now accustomed to open-mouthed alliances and closed-mouthed alliances.
You know, Terenas' Alliance of Lordaeron is just a game for nobles and has nothing to do with the lower class people.
After all, the vassals of the vassals are not my vassals, and the alliance between the gentlemen has nothing to do with how many apples I have.
This undead natural disaster destroyed the core of the rule of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and also broke up the political structure of the various countries of Lordaeron.
Carlos deliberately downplayed his identity as the King of Alterac and evolved the Alliance from a fake sky symbol like a high-level forum into a real political institution.
Anyway, during my father-in-law's time, there were no such two institutions as the Alliance Joint Meeting and the Alliance Military Department.
Full of chaotic thoughts, all kinds of gangsters and speculators, in this way, Carlos still relied on these two departments to achieve various victories.
No way, this is a crushing of the underlying architecture.
It was precisely by relying on the threat of annihilation from the undead natural disaster that Carlos spliced the scattered alliances into a contradictory whole.
Standing by the gangway of the Enterprise, watching the earth tremble in the distance, the Alliance's Generalissimo seemed to be in a trance.
There must be more than one road to Mount Hyjal, and Poplar Valley is the most suitable for large armies to enter.
Jaina and her old father had already completed the initial connection with the druids. Theramore's army took the portal and set up defenses at the foot of the mountain, preparing to face Archimonde's army.
Thrall's tribe was still moving in from the mountains of Azshara under the guidance of the night elves.
Carlos, on the other hand, politely rejected the night elves' suggestion to meet with him.
What do you see? The top leader of the alliance is surrounded by the current leaders of the high elves and former senior military generals.
At best it's called a military observation group, at worst it's a mass gathering of people.
Seriously, fight against the Burning Legion!
Although there are a lot of excuses on the surface, you night elves expressed concern and condolences when humans were suffering from the undead disaster, and were willing to provide all support except help. So when you night elves are burning, we are also concerned. And condolences?
I really thought that the Holy Shield technique could protect the dog's brain from being exploded.
It's better not to see it, it's better not to see it.
Cenarius died, and the poplar valley was burned by Archimonde's magic fire.
But when the vanguard of the legion stepped onto the scorched ground of Baiyang Valley, the roots deep underground broke out, pulling and dragging the bonds of demons and undead into the ground.
Ah, where the leaves are flying, is Gen's will so determined?
The last lesson the master taught his disciples before he died was how the Druid killing technique was used.
At first, the crew of the Enterprise were worried about the ceiling.
Although it was not until Carlos came to power that the alliance began to integrate technology, it has not been a year or two since the death-seeking masters and the death-seeking dwarfs have been exploring the sky.
In particular, the dwarf Master, who is seeking death, has long discovered that there is a limit to the lift of traditional aircraft, and has deduced the composition of the atmosphere.
But the Enterprise is not the Skyfire, and the Demonic Hybrid is always ready.
Accompanied by a heart-wrenching noise of metal deformation, the Enterprise rose to an altitude of 5,700 meters.
The burning Aspen Valley could no longer be observed with the naked eye. As a result, no matter the dwarfs or the human beings, there was no hypoxia reaction at all. In addition to shivering from the cold, everyone's little faces were flushed with excitement.
"Oh my god, Mount Hyjal is so high. You can't even imagine it from a distance. But up close, it's really majestic."
Carlos hesitated to speak, and finally gave up.
Regarding the problems of surface dust and light refraction, being able to clearly see large landmarks 200 kilometers away from a high tower on the ground is already a good example of environmental protection. As an Alterac person and owning Alterac City, you can see everything on the plateau. It’s unclear why the Kalimdorers are exempt from Lake Lordamre, which is dozens of kilometers away.
"Carlos, do we really want to get involved in this war?"
As the orthodox heir of the Sunstrider family, Kael'thas has the strongest understanding of the Burning Legion among those present.
He couldn't help but ask this question.
"What if we don't intervene? Why don't we go back to the Eastern Kingdom to clean up the mess?"
Carlos answered the question incorrectly, which made Kael'thas a little dissatisfied.
"That's the Burning Legion!"
"I know, that's Archimonde."
"and you……"
"Cenarius is really ruthless."
"What's the meaning?"
"He used his own death to give Archimonde the final eye drops."
Kael'thas didn't understand what Carlos was talking about specifically, but he roughly understood what he wanted to express.
"You mean, the night elves have a backup plan?"
"It's just like fishing. The nest has been laid, and all that's left is to cast the net."
"What kind of fishing is this? It would be better to drain the water directly."
"Try next time?"
"boring."
While Carlos was dangling in the sky, the last group of night elf refugees had passed through the makeshift camp built by Jaina.
Cenarius was no match for Archimonde when he was alive, and the magic left behind by the roar could not stop the Defiler for long.
The offensive and defensive battle of Haishan is about to begin.
A dark figure shuttled through the yellow sand in Silithus, avoiding all detection methods of the Burning Legion, thinking that Archimonde's flagship was approaching.
That man is ready to turn the tide again.
