Chapter 965 Ten Seconds of Heroes

"Stop him!" Malfurion let out the last roar of despair: "Once the power of the World Tree is absorbed, it will in turn release the [Breath of Destruction]! Weaken him, otherwise our last resort will not be used! "

The archdruid didn't have time to explain what [Breath of Destruction] was, but it didn't sound like a good thing.

From a distance, the entire Mount Hyjal and even the elves in several surrounding areas were alarmed. Dots of gorgeous light balls began to fly towards the World Tree at super high speed. Those light balls were the most basic units of the night elves - elves.

They are the craftsmen of the night elves and can help the elves collect wood and other resources. At the same time, they are also said to be the final appearance of the souls of the night elves after their death.

I don’t have time to study the legend of the elves now.

However, what is certain is that if Archimonde's vitality does not fall below the lower limit, these little elves in the soul state will rush over and self-destruct, which will only serve as food.

I'm afraid that I will be forced to fall in an instant, and then be made into the material of [Soul Punishment] all of a sudden!

"Stop him!!"

Mograine split the [Ashbringer] in his hand for the last time!

Then he fell to his knees slumped on the ground, breathing heavily.

For an old soldier who has reached the sixty-year-old mark, he is no longer young. [Ashbringer], which seems to be infinitely powerful and can kill natural disaster soldiers to ashes, is a typical sacred artifact, but using such a powerful weapon also requires physical and mental strength.

After squeezing out all the power in his body, what emerged was a brilliant golden crescent moon.

The golden crescent moon sliced ​​through at once, but Archimonde dodged it the moment before it finally hit.

An extremely thick right leg fell off.

but!

Archimonde really didn't know what kind of talent he had, but he was still climbing up with two arms and one leg.

"Stop him—"

Turalyon also tried his best. [Quel'Zalam] burst out with golden light like the sun. The long beam of light penetrated Archimonde's back directly from behind, exploded from his chest, and even shot into the world. Inside the trunk of the tree.

It looked like a golden spear nailing Archimonde to it.

but……

In just three seconds, Archimonde continued to climb up.

An evil black light glowed from his three arms and legs, firmly clinging to the skin of the World Tree, and began to erode the green on the bark of the World Tree at a high speed.

What's even more frightening is that his broken right leg seems to have begun to grow a new leg that is an unknown size smaller, green and tender.

"Stop him -" Tyrande was already sobbing. She ignored the blood-spattered palm of her right hand and was still mechanically drawing the bow, shooting, drawing the bow, shooting!

Every ranged hero who could still attack frantically pursued Archimonde, pouring firepower onto Archimonde's back as if he had completely lost all sense of pain.

Even Jaina and the others rushed back.

But the effect is getting weaker and weaker!

It's very simple. Melee professionals can't wear heavy armor and climb up such a world tree that seems to require at least a thousand people to hug it!

Without the damage from the two strongest holy swords, the attack power of the entire team suddenly dropped by more than one level.

Now we've almost reached the tipping point.

Although Archimonde's vitality has dropped to a very dangerous level for him, as long as he absorbs a large amount of power from the World Tree and successfully transforms it into dark evil energy, he can immediately make a comeback and not only kill Du Defeat them all, and just like his evil plan, kick the entire Azeroth into the abyss of destruction.

With tears streaming down her face, Tyrande suddenly remembered that she still had the last holy sword. She suddenly turned her head and stared at Duke: "Duke - everything is fine! Please -"

Realizing that his side was beginning to be powerless, after throwing [Doomhammer] for the fourth time, there was no hope of shooting down Archimonde. Thrall suddenly looked back: "Duke - it's up to you!"

Luo Ning struggled to get up from the ground and shouted to the sky: "The destruction of Dalaran——"

Mograine shouted unwillingly: "The fall of Lordaeron——"

Jaina flashed to Duke's side, clenching her fists, and her fair skin was filled with angry red: "Duke! The hatred between my father and my eldest brother..."

Sylvanas reluctantly inserted her longbow into the ground and shouted: "The revenge of every Quel'dorei..."

Thousands of elite soldiers who refused to evacuate stared at Duke from a distance.

Thousands of elf souls stared at Duke.

Countless forces, everyone who rushed in front of the magic mirror and gritted their teeth to cheer for Duke and the others, were all staring at Duke.

They are waiting!

They are looking forward to it!

They are longing for it!

They shouted wildly in their hearts!

Pray that Duke Marcus, who is known as the greatest hero of Azeroth for thousands of years, will make a decisive killing for them and the whole world against that extremely evil and terrifying existence - Archimonde, the commander of the Burning Legion. A blow!

The kind of gaze that was watched and expected by billions of creatures made Duke's heart extremely heavy.

Duke has already understood that he must take action with all his strength.

Only he, who also holds the Holy Sword, can severely injure Archimonde and create an opportunity for the elf to self-destruct.

However, this cannot be done by a clone.

After all, the clone is a clone, and its strength can never exceed the original body.

Someone who can kill Archimonde!

The only possibility is for him to come directly!

No one knows what final killer move Archimonde has.

No one can guarantee what the consequences of killing Archimonde will be.

There are only two paths before Duke:

Either miss the opportunity and become the sinner of the entire Azeroth...

Or be a hero for ten seconds.

Duke smiled.

Feng Qingyun smiled lightly.

That hearty and clear smile was for Jaina, for Sylvanas, for every lover who was watching him silently from afar, and for every person who trusted him and gave him their last hope.

"I'm going."

A soft cry.

It was also a sound that seemed as light as a feather.

But it has made countless ladies fall in love with him for a lifetime.

Duke's figure turned into a stream of light in the next moment, and when he reappeared, he was already under the tree.

"Grom." The same plain call made the orc war god completely understand what Duke was thinking.

The burly figure jumped onto Kane's totem pole first, and as if he hit a high fly ball, Kane used his last strength to hit Grom high into the air.

That was the highest Grom Hellscream had ever jumped in his life.