The fate of Cenarius's death was the fate of the Kaldorei.
Life is a night elf, death is a night elf.
The millions of elven souls residing in Poplar Valley are the true remnants of the Kaldorei Empire.
It is said to be millions, but in fact it is a mixed bag of good and bad.
With the explosion of the Well of Eternity, fewer and fewer night elves can survive in the state of elf soul for a long time after death.
Regardless of the lack of faith or the collapse of magic power, in the final analysis, it is still the bottom line.
There is no such thing as smooth weather, but there are elves carrying the burden for everyone.
The secret of the prosperity of Baiyang Valley is also the last resort of the master and the disciple.
In order to conceal the transfer of such a large number of elven souls from Poplar Valley to Mount Hyjal, Archimonde's attention must be diverted.
For this reason, Cenarius was willing to die.
Only a powerful demigod fighting for his life could make Archimonde temporarily focus on what he could see and temporarily ignore the ground beneath his feet.
The situation has been set, and all that is left is to invite you to the urn.
Therefore, the Night Elves' defeat was truly a defeat, but the Defiler's invincibility was truly invincible.
Mount Hyjal is huge, huge.
However, Mount Hyjal is very small, so small that there is almost no place for the night elves to have their last foothold.
The front was completely lost, leaving only Tyrande guarding the last line of defense.
Stars fall, all living beings are equal
The Priestess of the Moon blocked the Burning Legion by herself, but Archimonde took a small path and came to Nordrassil like a leisurely stroll.
Is this the World Tree?
The Defiler's tall body looked like an ant in front of Nordrassil.
But as Archimonde approached step by step, his figure became visibly majestic.
Archimonde began to absorb the power of the World Tree, and his ambition began to expand with the vast magic power.
"Counterattack!"
Seeing Malfurion's signal, humans and orcs swarmed out of the cave where they were hiding, cutting off the Burning Legion's follow-up.
"hold onto!"
The night elf forces held the last line of defense, never allowing a single demon to get close to Archimonde.
Because this real and absurd dream is more fragile than soap bubbles and cannot withstand any stimulation.
This is Cenarius' true method.
While Archimonde absorbed the power of the World Tree, he used the power of the Emerald Dream to pull the Defiler into a brief dream that was both real and illusory.
Between reality and illusion, the ancient elves linger around Archimonde, waiting for the final moment to arrive.
This is an extremely risky plan and what a long wait.
Whether it is Archimonde or Nordrassil, the power they contain is as deep as the ocean.
There is only one way to win, and that is to order the ancient elven souls to collectively self-destruct when Archimonde's energy absorption reaches its limit and all his strength is used to stabilize Nordrassil's energy, destroying Ah in this way. The energy balance within Quemund's body.
Therefore, Malfurion hid in the mountains and forests, with no one around him.
The archdruid didn't want others to see his trembling hand holding the horn.
Above the sky, Carlos crossed his arms and kept tapping the deck with his toes. He didn't want anyone to notice that he was also shaking.
It's one thing when you're playing the game, but it's another thing when you're watching the CG. When you're really there, the King of Knights just wants to scold you.
That's Archimonde!
The second-in-command of the Burning Legion, who was almost invincible in the universe, was already causing Carlos to feel tingling all over just by his existence.
Whether Archimonde meets the characteristics of a demigod in the world of Azeroth cannot be studied in detail, but the Defiler is obviously stronger than all the demigods in Azeroth.
Carlos had a feeling that if something went wrong today, everyone might have to learn something.
The birth of a true God.
Fortunately, the root systems of Nordrassil, or all "World Trees", are connected to the Emerald Dream.
Archimonde still didn't notice that he looked like a junior who had to take advanced math classes after playing games all night.
I didn't sleep. Don't slander me. I nodded because you were right, teacher.
As Nordrassil's power continues to be extracted by Archimonde, the demon king's size has changed from a giant to a towering figure.
At this time, the ancient souls of the night elves were lingering around Archimonde, hundreds of thousands or millions of them, as if they were just smoke rings puffed out casually.
On the Enterprise, Carlos was ready to risk his life.
At this moment, Malfurion noticed that the power of the World Tree was drying up.
Time is up.
As the trumpet sounded.
These heroic souls who had dedicated themselves to the night elves once burned their last strength.
If you have to use digital comparison, an ordinary elf can burn 60 mana by self-destruction, and an ancient elf can burn about 6,000.
So many elves exploded collectively, even Archimonde couldn't bear it.
What's more, the Defiler has used almost all of his own magic power accumulated through tens of thousands of years of training to bind and stabilize the power of Nordrassil in his body.
Worse than the rupture of the capital chain, the rupture of the magic flow, Archimonde's power went berserk.
The Emerald Dream can no longer affect Archimonde, but he is powerless.
There was no earth-shattering noise, nor was there any big explosion shock wave.
Archimonde, who suffered the backlash of his power, was left with only a skull, half a sternum, and a shoulder armor hanging on a branch of a Nordrassil tree that showed signs of withering.
Just like that, Archimonde the arrogant polluter just died.
The whole process was ups and downs, but the result was like watching a popcorn movie and choking on the popcorn.
Carlos always felt like something was wrong.
But such a big Archimonde was just gone.
Not only Carlos in the sky saw it, but the Azeroth army and the Burning Legion on the ground also saw it.
Even Illidan as far away as Silithus was aware of it.
Sneaking into Archimonde's flagship, the Demon Hunter looked up a lot of secret knowledge, but did not find the one he wanted.
So, he massacred the starship's central control room, destroyed the magic circle anchoring the space, erased all traces of his crime, and fled the scene of the crime.
At this point, this invasion of the Burning Legion has become a sourceless water and a rootless tree.
However, contrary to Illidan's imagination, the demons of the Burning Legion were not sucked away like when the Well of Eternity was destroyed.
Even if Archimonde is dead, the demons that already exist in Azeroth will not wait to be captured.
The brutal war must continue.
On the nameless island on the edge of the Broken Islands, Jarod Shadowsong followed the map given to him by Dandema and came to the mysterious crypt alone.
According to the method recorded on the parchment, Jarod poured the bottle of water from the Well of Eternity onto the ground.
Unfortunately, apart from the abundant magic power here, nothing unexpected happened.
No great being appeared, no dagger came from the shadows.
Jarod Shadowsong frowned, chose to trust his old friend, put away the bottle and turned to leave.
