Dawn of Lordaeron

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"Lista?"

A sentry familiar with the elf recognized the captain of the sentry who had participated in the Battle of Ashenvale, but disappeared during the retreat-Lista Morning Rain.

Tyrande looked at the unharmed elf sentry, her expression milder, and she cast her gaze on Arthas, as if expecting him to give a qualified reason.

However, the person who spoke was not Arthas, but Captain Morning Rain. She turned over and got off the horse, and came to the priestess and the archdruid, bowed her head and said, "Priestess, what this human said... …It is true, he personally beheaded a Nathrezim."

After hearing this long word, Tyrande's gaze became complicated for an instant, she didn't know whether it was shocked or unbelievable. She was speechless for a few seconds, as if she was organizing language.

"Are you sure? Lista?"

"I saw it with my own eyes. I will never forget the ugly head of Nathrezim in my life." Lista still lowered her head, but her voice was extremely firm.

Tyrande turned his head and looked at Malfurion. Malfurion nodded slightly. Tyrande understood what he meant, and asked Arthas, "We will listen to you, but only Lista's guarantee is not enough."

It's not that Tyrande didn't believe in Lista's character, she and Malfurion were very sure that Lista was not manipulated by any magic, but they would treat it with great care when facing any news of the devil.

So they don't believe in orcs who have an affair with demons. They would rather pay a price to eliminate them completely, because the elves know very well that fallen ones who have been tempted by demons are very likely to stab you in the back at a critical moment.

However, if the person holding the head of the Dreadlord as a guarantee, Tyrande felt that it was not impossible to give trust appropriately.

The dreadlords are often the advance officers of the Burning Legion. They are very good at teasing mortals and playing with clever guys. When they come, they can always bring enough chaos to the world.

The most important thing is that they are extremely cunning and difficult to be killed by mortals. If anyone can get their heads, it proves that the body of the Dreadlord has indeed been destroyed.

But what Tyrande and Malfurion hadn't thought about was that Arthas not only destroyed the bodies of Mal'Ganis and Barnazar, he even laughed at the two hapless souls.

It can be said that the only remaining dreadlords Tichondrius and Diselok who are still loyal to the Burning Legion are the most hated and feared people in Azeroth, probably Arthas.

They don't care about the life and death of Barnazar and Mal'Ganis. In the eyes of the devil, the loser is just useless waste, but the appearance of Arthas can be said to disrupt their rhythm very well. So that it is impossible to even summon the demons of the legion smoothly.

Fortunately, they are now multiplying in Kalim, using part of the legacy left by Ner'zhul, and have completed the initial construction of the portal. Although they cannot directly summon Archimonde to descend as expected, but now it is also It's just a matter of time.

As Arthas was trying to communicate with the elves, the Felwood, the only way to Mount Hyjal, the holy land of the night elves, in the north not far from Ashenvale, was being affected by some dark power.TXT Bookstore www.txtshuwu.com

In a hidden sanctuary of the night elf druids, dozens of druids' scarred corpses fell on the emerald green grass.

Their bodies were disgusting dark green festering, and most of their limbs were incomplete. Some even showed strange distortions even if they were still attached to their bodies. Obviously, they had experienced heinous torture before they were alive.

Tichondrius leisurely took out these "treasures" guarded by the druids. It was not a powerful artifact, or an extremely evil dangerous item, but an inconspicuous one. Stake base.

The most powerful dreadlord took the time to put the orc skull full of evil energy and evil thoughts on this wooden stake. At the same time, he waved his hands, and one after another green evil energy was drawn out of the skull. And continuously fed into the stakes.

The humble wooden stake is like a tortured creature, its shape becomes distorted and deformed. The wooden stake that was originally full of soft meaning has become a weird wooden claw under the erosion of evil energy.

To make matters worse, these fallen energies follow the roots of the stakes still remaining underground, bit by bit eroding the vitality of the surrounding forest, and turning them into pure evil energy.

The depraved power of Gul'dan's Skull is like an irreversible plague. After the surrounding flowers and trees were swept by fel energy, they withered and withered instantly, and a deadly evil aura spread on the stamens and branches.

Forests are made up of trees that are connected together. They are extremely powerful. Even a strong wind cannot destroy the entire forest. However, this type of connection is the Achilles heel of these ancient trees at this time.

They were accustomed to receiving backfeeding from their peers and energy transmission. They barely reacted and were contaminated by evil energy. Under the guidance of evil energy, large tracts of forests turned from vigorous to lifeless. The green and juicy grass blades have now become It has become a poison that can kill any animal.

The ancient trees are not afraid of the erosion of time. They will grow taller and more luxuriant, but this also means that their thinking and reactions are not as fast as mortals. The forests of night elves are falling at a terrifying speed. , Become a paradise of death and viciousness.

Tichondrius admired his masterpiece with satisfaction.

——In the beginning, the speed of forest fall will be very slow, but with the spread of evil energy, the area of ​​Felwood forest is becoming more and more polluted. The pollution is like a boulder rolling down from the top of a mountain. When the druids find it , It's too late to stop!

What kind of shade they once enjoyed, and now what terrible pollution they have to endure!

As for animals, ancient trees and even elements that are contaminated by fel energy, they are only the humble victims of this ruthless fel plague. Tichondrius’ real purpose is to give way to the dark night. The forest where the elves live in each other completely betrays them.

After Felwood's life was squeezed clean by the evil energy and condensed into the most degenerate and purest evil energy, it was the best time for them to use this power to return the Legion to this world.

Tichondrius waved his hands to extract all the souls of the druids, and manipulated them to close the trees outside the root of this fall and cover the road.

Those druids were painfully helping the greatest enemy in their lifetime and personally destroying the woodland they guarded. All kinds of resentment and hatred erupted and became the nourishment for the power of the Dreadlord.

"Ha... I really look forward to the surprised look of those elves when they see my masterpiece."