Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Located on the peak of Mount Hyjal, Tyrande, who didn't know exactly what happened on the first line of defense, also looked worriedly at the sky covered by the fel cloud.

She was standing on the observation platform of the Moon God Temple. Below were ordinary night elves who were being evacuated. Many of them were panicked, but many of them were at a loss and didn't know what happened.

"Priestess, the civilians are already settled. They will leave Nordrassil and move to a safe place."

"Shandis...you go to take refuge, too." Tyrande sighed softly. She knew what Malfurion wanted to do. Until the war ended, Nordrassil would not be safe.

"What are you talking about, I will always guard our home with the sentry."

Shandris Feathermoon, a non-commissioned officer in the sentry unit, and at the same time, she has another identity, Tyrande's adopted daughter.

As an orphan during the War of the Ancients, her parents, relatives, and friends all died under the devil's butcher's knife. It was Tyrande who picked up the poor girl and raised her.

Shandris showed amazing fighting talent early on. Although she failed to become a priestess like Tyrande, she entered the sentry army and became a brave sentry.

Tyrande shook his head, turned around and put his hand on Shandris' head, just like she did when she was young, "Shandis, Malfurion and I, and the human prince, have long discovered , There is an opponent in the Burning Legion that cannot be defeated by numbers.

In the face of that guy, it is useless to send more troops. The alliance's allies are doing their best to buy us enough time, but when that guy completely loses patience, we must take the final responsibility."

"but……"

"It's nothing, Shandris, I know you want to personally avenge your family, but not now," Tyrande regained her gaze on the tree of the world. She watched the growth of the giant tree with her own eyes. The elves are also sheltered by this tree.

But Tyrande thought about it, and said to Shandris, who looked a little depressed, "If you don't want to go, stay with me here."

...

"Tyrande..." Illidan was sitting on a cliff of Mount Hyjal. Looking down from here, he could just see the mighty army of demons, rushing towards the alliance's position.

He didn't care about it, holding a bunch of light yellow flowers that seemed to have just been picked off. During the ten thousand years locked in the dungeon, he maintained the vitality of this little flower with magic power that he could only mobilize.

Being punished by his elder brother and cast aside by the clansmen did not have any impact on Illidan. From the moment he entered Azshara’s palace, he had made clear his purpose, even if it was rejected by everyone. Will shake Illidan's faith.

But in this long imprisonment, Illidan was not without thinking, even in the darkest dungeon, it couldn't stop him from recalling things from thousands of years ago.

He had already stepped into darkness, but even in the darkest place, there was still a bit of light belonging to Illidan himself.

He never complained why Tyrande chose Malfurion instead of herself. Even he knew that Tyrande's choice was more correct to her.

However, Illidan couldn't let go of this matter.

Illidan sighed softly, his face changed from soft to sharp again, and he collected the little flower with precious memories, he picked up the double-edged Azzinoth and stood on the cliff.

It stands to reason that Illidan would never try his own risk, completely self-interested, after he failed to hunt Tichondrius, he should not choose to get into this muddy water anymore.

However, as a demon hunter, Illidan knew better than anyone, how much power the Burning Legion had put into it, and how determined it was to step on Mount Hyjal.

In the endless sea of ​​demons, Illidan even felt the terrible breath that made him tremble.

If you intervene in this battle at this time, it is undoubtedly a very dangerous thing. The demons will not show mercy to Illidan because he looks like a demon.

On the contrary, for the traitors who betrayed the Burning Legion, the Legion has always been very decisive, and will not leave any chance for the traitor to survive.

It's just that Illidan himself had to stir this muddy water again.

He knew very well that his elder brother was not a waste of wood in the face of difficulties, and Malfurion must have a solution to the current situation.

All he had to do was to delay a little time. In Illidan's eyes, it was impossible for the Alliance to stop the Legion.

So he felt that he had to do something, otherwise, before the fellow Malfurion made up his mind, if the demon had already attacked the top of Mount Shanghai Gard, Tyrande's safety would not be guaranteed.

Since Tichondrius had also joined the battle, Illidan was just planning to find him and calculate his old accounts.

The insidious guy threw the pot on Illidan and gave Illidan a trick. Illidan could remember this hatred clearly.

The wings behind the demon hunter suddenly vibrated and rushed to the sky again.

A qualified hunter has long remembered the breath of his prey, and next is his hunting time.

Tichondrius didn't know that Illidan, who had been pitted by himself, once again hit his mind. He was standing on the ruins of the first line of defense in the Alliance, with a rather unhappy expression on his face.

People have gone to the building a long time ago. Before the demons completely broke through the door, the people had been teleported away. Although there were still a lot of materials that were difficult to take away, this obviously did not satisfy Tichondrius. .

Archimonde smashed a depleted mana crystal with one foot, scratching his chin and sneered, "Is this what you call a charge? Is it against this pile of rubble, or these glass-like fragile mana crystals?"

Archimonde’s accountability made Tichondrius difficult to answer at all, but it did not prevent him from being grudges against Archimonde. He was originally Kil'jaeden’s adjutant, but now he is going to be sent to assist him. Kermond.

This guy didn't want to show his strength all the time, and didn't put other things in his eyes. To be honest, although he was much easier to get along with than Kil'jaeden, it made Tichondrius very upset.

Tichondrius still didn't dare to slander Archimonde bluntly, because he was upset, otherwise he would be pinched to death like a bug.

The pile of ruins at their feet is the best proof of Archimonde's strength. Destroying a camp equipped with hundreds of wizard troops is just a matter of waving his palms.

Seeing that Tichondrius didn’t reply, Archimonde didn’t want to talk to him any more. He waved his hand and two huge figures crushed the city wall and walked over, “Next, you’ll take care of the portal behind you, attack. The matter is left to Kazloga and Azgalo."

"Yes, Lord Archimonde."

Tichondrius suppressed the unhappiness in his heart. The level of demons was more severe than any ordinary civilization. Even if he was reluctant, he could only choose to obey.

Archimonde led the demon army down the mountain road. He didn't care about the alliance's obstruction, but was interested in trampling these bugs to death.

After solving the first position, he wanted to see how the Alliance could stop the Burning Legion.

Tichondrius himself flew back to the camp of the Burning Legion, where two dreadlords were monitoring the status of the portal.

One of them is Detherok, and the other is the dreadlord second only to Tichondrius, and Anathelon who is responsible for twisting the void and stabilizing the portal of Azeroth.

"Tichondrius?" Antheron looked at his family, "Why are you here?"

"I was sent to monitor the situation in the camp." Tichondrius replied blankly.

The two dreadlords knew immediately that the Sima face and tone of Tichondrius were obviously rejected by Archimonde and left out here.

Antheron and Diserlock did not poke Tichondrius’ wounds too much. After all, the other party is still the nominal Dreadlord leader. If you really want to laugh, it’s not too late to wait until this guy’s title is knocked down. .

"Then leave this camp to the two of you. I will return to Felwood. The portal there is called by me. I will see if it is still operating normally."

Detherlock glanced at the situation and felt that he had better not get stuck between the first and second in command of Nathrezim and planned to return to Felwood.Battelle Novel www.btebook.com

It was him who secretly established multiple portals when Tichondrius spread the fel energy, and finally summoned Archimonde's arrival.

Both the night elves and Arthas were attracted by Tichondrius. They didn't realize that Tichondrius was not acting alone. Disser had lost track after the fall of Naxxramas. Locke has been secretly assisting Tichondrius to complete his evil plan.

Tichondrius glanced at Detherlock, "You stay on the front line, and I will go to Felwood to have a look. If there is no problem there, after Lord Archimonde has solved these stubborn mortals, I will come back."

He really didn't want to work with Archimonde anymore, and the other party didn't want him to participate in the war anymore, so he simply went a little further and returned to Felwood.

Before leaving, Tichondrius suddenly remembered something. He confessed to Anetheron and Diserlock, "The Lich King is an unstable factor. I don’t know what his purpose is, but don’t main idea."

This time, Tichondrius no longer confidently believed that there would be nothing wrong with the Lich King and the Scourge. Arthas was almost like a lunatic, doing things without rules, never considering the consequences, gains and losses.

"The Lich King?" Anetheron thought of the original invasion plan. The Scourge was originally used to assist the Burning Legion in invading Azeroth, but now it has lost the news. "The Lich King betrayed the Legion?"

Tichondrius and Detherlock looked at each other, "It's not as simple as betrayal. I always feel that that guy may be the most dangerous factor in the world, but it's not necessarily."

Antheron didn't respond, "When Master Archimonde finishes handling the matter here, Azeroth will cease to exist, and the life and death of the Lich King will naturally not matter."

"It's better."

...

In the second line of defense, only Alsace was in charge. There was no fortress here, but on the peaks on both sides, leaving the Alliance ambush.

This is a very narrow pass, and on the side of the mountain road is a canyon hundreds of meters deep. Building fortifications in this place is not easy to defend and difficult to attack, but to prepare to die with the enemy.

After all, the devil is not an idiot who only uses cold weapons. Even without Archimonde, an abyss lord is enough to break the mountain wall and bury the defense line established at the pass.

"His Royal Highness," a soldier of the First Legion standing next to Arthas was holding the hilt of his long sword nervously. The lining of his armor was soaked in sweat. "We... can really win this. Fight?"

In normal times, the soldiers’ words would surely make the generals think he was disturbing the military’s mind, but Arthas looked at it and most of them looked very depressed. They had already got the first line in just tens of minutes. Here, it was broken by the devil, and the gap between the two sides seemed like a big difference, which was really hopeless.

Obviously, even the most well-trained soldiers will have doubts about themselves, can they really deal with such an enemy?

Alsace did not reprimand the soldier, but said, "Look up and look at me."

When the soldier heard the prince's tone, he immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing. He hurriedly stood upright, holding his helmet in one hand, and looking up at Alsace's face.

It was his dodging eyes that betrayed his heart.

However, Arthas did not reprimand him as he thought, "Soldier, have you participated in an orc war?"

The young soldier replied, "I haven't participated, but my father had joined Marshal Lothar's army."

"Very well, soldier, now you listen," Alsace raised his voice, deliberately allowing all soldiers present to hear his words, "As you think, our enemy is very powerful. It is so strong that our hope of victory will be very slim, and it will even be impossible for us to win.

But, think about it, when the orcs invaded fifteen years ago, when they destroyed Alterac and approached Lordaeron, our parents faced such a desperate situation. Did they give up?

They didn't. They chose to take up weapons, join Sir Lothar's team, and fight to the death with these invaders who invaded our homeland.Why is that?Because if they don’t take up weapons to fight, the enemy will not give us any kindness. They will kill our relatives and friends and destroy our home.

Today, fifteen years later, the enemy we face is more cruel and powerful than the orcs. Are we giving up just because of this?Wouldn't those ugly monsters destroy everything we cherish just because we put down the sword and shield in our hands?

Soldiers, like you, I do not have the confidence to win, but this does not shake our determination to defend our cherished family, love, and friends. We can die here, but we will never surrender to the devil, because If we surrender, it means we personally let them trample on everything we cherish!

They are monsters, born in the twisting void. They only know that the demons who kill and destroy are inhumane demons. From the beginning, they came with the purpose of destroying our homeland, and we have to kill them. The determination of any demon to fight is not about honor, not about victory, but about survival."

Arthas raised his warhammer above his head, and the warm holy light poured into the body of every soldier present, igniting the most determined and powerful fire of courage in their hearts, "So, we don’t care about victory or defeat, because from In the beginning, we had no room for defeat."

When facing the Burning Legion, mortals will fear, shrink and cry under the unstoppable destruction and slaughter of the Legion, but as demons born in the twisting void, their nature is destruction and killing. They have no mercy at all. This is a no There is no choice, and there is no retreat.

If the proud elves can sacrifice the World Tree and the Well of Eternity in order to repel the Burning Legion, then Arthas is also prepared to give his life to defeat it.

The civilization of Azeroth can be defeated or destroyed, but the instinct for survival cannot be defeated by demons.

Arthas could not ask everyone to be the same as him, not to fear the power of the Burning Legion, because he knew that he, no matter how much he tried to integrate into this world, he would always be a stranger, because of this, he could have no psychological burden. Pursue the power that is feared and rejected.

But Azeroth is not his own world, nor can he protect it alone. He can strengthen the alliance's connection, make Lordaeron's national power strong again, and can also use the power of undead natural disasters, but None of these can be done by one person, so he must lead others to face the threat of Azeroth.

If today's humans retreat in the face of the Burning Legion, they will always fear the power of the devil.

As for Arthas, it is to make eternity a temporary. We can temporarily fear and shrink back temporarily, but one day, we will overcome fear itself, and that day will be the day of defeating the Burning Legion.

The brand of courage has been engraved by Arthas into the hearts of Union soldiers. It depends on when, this brand can make them truly brave to face the "undefeated legion" that is rampant in the universe.

But... for now, let's focus on the present matter first.

...

The defense lines of the Alliance and the camps of the Horde were all in ruins after the Burning Legion marched. However, due to Alsace’s advance preparations, although their fortifications were all destroyed, the actual loss of manpower was not not much.

When the main forces of the Alliance and the Horde retreated to the highest peak of Mount Hyjal, apart from a little bit of dust and dirt, they did not suffer any substantial trauma that made them lose their fighting ability.

However, when they retreated to the peak of Mount Hyjal and guarded in front of the World Tree, everyone’s expressions were extremely solemn—they had no retreat. Although they could still rely on the wizard’s teleportation ability to escape danger, once they left , Archimonde absorbed the power of the World Tree and the Well of Eternity, then they would truly be unable to resist Archimonde.

When everyone was anxious and nervous about this last moment, Malfurion walked heavily in front of the wooden platform carrying a huge horn somewhere in the hidden woodland on Mount Hyjal.

"Teacher, I must do this for the survival of the world."

This horn is called the "Horn of Cenarius". This horn, blessed by Cenarius, does not have any special magical ability, nor is it powerful enough to defeat Archimonde.

But it can summon the ancient souls of the ancestors of the night elves, and Malfurion can only think of one thing that can defeat Archimonde.

His gaze passed through the forest and fell on Nordrassil, the still lush and vigorous world tree-this world tree blessed by the Dragon King and nourished by the Well of Eternity, contains energy that is unimaginable by ordinary people. Next, what Malfurion had to do was to detonate the energy of the World Tree while Archimonde was close to it.

"Have you made a decision?"

A misty voice sounded behind Malfurion, and the archdruid held Cenarius' horn firmly, "This is no longer a problem... If you don't do it, we and our world will perish; do, can Get a chance."

"Isn't that the meaning of our existence?" Malfurion turned with a smile. There was no one behind him, only the rustling leaves, and the breeze and water that seemed to have never changed.

It took him a long time to reconnect with the ancient souls. Since they are all willing to dedicate their lives to the future of the night elves, what Malfurion has to do is to gamble with the night elves' present.

Ten thousand years of life is really too long. Although he has been wandering in the emerald dream all year round, he can still see the terrible nightmare in the peaceful and peaceful nature. If it were not for the blessing of the dragon kings, Nordrassil might have been Terrible power erosion, it will not be the shelter of the elves, but their life-killing charm.

The dragonflights used their power to deal with the aftermath of the elves' prowess. Na Malfurion thought that it was time to return this power to Azeroth, because the dragonflight itself was responsible for protecting this place under their feet. Planet.

The archdruid took a deep breath. This is indeed a gamble on the fate of the entire night elves, but at least, in this war, the night elves understand that they are not fighting alone with the Burning Legion. This world There are other heroes fighting for the life and death of Azeroth.

The night elves who have been sleeping for thousands of years shouldn't just curl up in Mount Hyjal.