Chapter 495 28. The Death of the Polluter --- Add More for All the Brothers Who Support Me 【19/20】
Chapter 495 28. The Death of the Polluter --- Add more for all the brothers who support me【1920】
The magic power contained in the Eye of Sargeras can destroy an entire continent, but releasing it in 10 seconds and bombarding it on the land of northern Xinjiang at one time, the result can be called devastating.
Although the dark green beam of light only bombarded the ground in the last few seconds, it still easily destroyed the Dalaran Plains, Silverpine Forest and a third of the Alterac Valley. , in the aftermath of the Eye of Sargeras pouring all the energy on the seabed and the continental shelf, it even spread to the southeastern part of Stratholme.
Under the manipulation of Tyrion, it directly cut two-thirds of the northern border vertically, as easy as cutting a cake.
"Boom"
The eyes of any creature who dared to look directly at the bright light were completely burned. After the dark green beam of light flickered away, Lothar, who was standing at the top of Alterac City, struggled to support his body with the Warbreaker. His eyes were dry and painful, he tried hard to open them, at the moment when the eye sockets were covered with water stains like tears, the emperor of mankind, looking north from his own city, he saw...
the sea!
From the edge of the broken continental shelf, the sea water pouring into the land of Beijiang is like a rolling angry dragon. When it roars forward, it can always easily smash the two sides of the land that have been cut smoothly. The scene of the rocks on the side and the large stones falling into the water is always reminiscent of the mythical biography.
Although there are always some exaggerated descriptions, such as some heroes in ancient times, who have the power to tear apart the world with ease, everyone knows that it is a myth, but now, this mythical scene is truly interpreted.
No one knows who shot the light that destroyed everything, and no one knows whether the light disaster like the creation of the world will come again, but there is no doubt that at the moment when the magic power of the Eye of Sargeras began to slowly dissipate, The eyes of any spirit of existence in this world that can sense the change of magic power has been firmly focused on the land of the northern border.
"My God, my God."
On the walls of the city of Lordaeron, King Terenas and his generals standing within the battle lines, as well as the soldiers who were fighting the demons to the death, including the demons themselves who rushed into this world from outside the domain, everyone , everyone stopped fighting, and they watched in awe as the Lordamere Lake in the distance was completely evaporated within a few seconds, and then quickly filled with seawater rolling in from the end of the horizon.
The scene as if the vicissitudes of life interpreted the changes of the world continent for everyone within ten seconds. When this power that has already surpassed the ordinary system appeared and ended, after a short appearance and curtain call, those who witnessed this All mortals seem to be hard to accept, but it's not their fault...
Look at those demons, these well-informed Destroyers who have come across galaxies and seen the scenery of countless worlds, and even seen the cold dead sun, were completely frightened by the scene that just ended.
The never-ending tyrannical blood surging in their bones even became cold at this moment... After all, they witnessed the death of the most powerful big demon with their own eyes, and they witnessed the death of this evil sect within 10 seconds. How easily the world buried the leader who led them to wreak havoc among the stars for 25,000 years, may I ask... If you were them, would you be afraid?
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"Prophet...prophet!"
In the far north, at the end of the Borean tundra in Northrend, the prophet of the Draenei, Velen, who has lived for 30,000 years, stands sluggishly by the sea. In the sea water in front of the prophet, Everything that happened in Northern Xinjiang could not be hidden from his eyes, but now, the prophet who was worried about the invasion of demons fell into a state of ignorance.
Velen suddenly felt that he was getting old, and his thinking might not be able to keep up with the changes in this crazy world. Even before he arrived in Azeroth, he was full of confidence in this world, thinking that it would definitely survive the invasion of demons. Survived, but... But in this scene, Archimonde, that is Velen's former companion, the prophet understands Archimonde's strength and greed for power better than anyone else.
He had imagined how much Azeroth would have to pay to expel Archimonde if he entered this world, but now, the Prophet was messed up.
He saw the scene where Archimonde's body was completely cut off by the light, and he saw the unwillingness and despair in the eyes of the great demon, and this was only in less than 10 seconds after Archimonde entered this world Things that happened.
"Don't touch me!"
The Prophet stretched out his hand and signaled the Grand Defense Officer Maraad behind him to be quiet. The Prophet tried hard to catch his breath. Leaning on the Staff of the Redeemer in his hand, he said softly:
"Let me be quiet, let me... let my thoughts run through, I'm a little messy... let me think about it."
Seeing the dignified look on the Prophet's face, the Grand Defense Officer thought that the current situation was very bad. After all, even he could feel the movement of demons entering this world. The officials took a few steps back quietly, and no one dared to disturb the prophet's thinking. Perhaps, the prophet was thinking about some very important things, even related to the fate of this world.
But... no one may know, what Velen is thinking about now is very simple, and it can be summed up in one sentence, no, two sentences.
"You scare me...Tyrion, you really scare me."
"How on earth did you... do it?"
And as surprised as the Prophet, there were night elves as far away as Kalimdor.
The first wave of portals opened by the Dreadlords had a large portal in Ashenvale and Felwood Forest. However, thanks to the Human Emperor’s warning tens of minutes in advance, the night elves’ high-level leaders had already responded to possible attacks. The offense that appeared, made the most perfect defense possible.
When it comes to dealing with demons, there is probably no one in the world of Azeroth who is better than the night elves. Ten thousand years ago, their glorious empire was destroyed by the Queen's wanton actions and the attack of the Burning Legion. Years ago, the night elves gave almost everything to drive the demons out of their world.
The night elves were blessed by Azeroth because of this feat. Under the nourishment of the world tree Nordrassil, all elves will not die. The warriors who fought with the gun are still alive.
And under the order of Archimonde the Polluter, the leader of the Abyss Lord, the tyrannical Destroyer Maronus led his legion brazenly into Ashenvale and Felwood Forest, but encountered a powerful druid there. The resistance of the Sentinel Legion and the night elves' vigilance against demons made them wake up most of the sleeping druids and the wilderness demigods sleeping in the Emerald Dream the moment they received the news.
Tortura, the tortoise demigod with amazing defense and brute force, and Ansu, the most active crow demigod on Mount Hyjal, both participated in this battle. The junction of the valley and the Felwood forest, while Ansu flapped her beautiful wings and flew in the air. The two of them joined hands to block the powerful destroyer Malonos in the forest and could not move forward.
The demons who followed the destroyers struggled in the forest awakened by the druids, and the sharp arrows and knives of the sentry troop slaughtered these low-level demons in the rear. This battle was very difficult, and the night elves But the top management is very clear that this is just the beginning.
"Malonos, I saw it 10,000 years ago!"
On the peak of Mount Hyjal, Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage stared at the direction of Ashenvale, his voice was full of anger:
"I have personally seen how it viciously killed the brave demigod Agamaggan. It was a conspiracy. It deserved to die ten thousand years ago!"
"Don't worry, my Malfurion."
Beside the Archdruid, who already had signs of becoming beasts everywhere in his body, stood a gentle lady. She was wearing a long emerald green dress dotted with gorgeous gemstones and had green facial lines on her face. There is also a pendant of exquisite Luna gemstones on her forehead, and her eyes are shining like bright moonlight.
This is the Blessed One of the Moon God, the titular leader of the Kaldorei night elves, the High Priest of the Moon God Tyrande Whisperwind, the wife of the Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage, a woman with powerful divine power the caster.
She stood beside Malfurion, but her gaze was always gazing in the direction of the eastern continent. It seemed that, in these flawless eyes, she could see the scene that happened on another continent thousands of miles away.
"Don't worry, Malfurion, Elune showed me... In another continent at the end of the endless sea, in the human kingdom ruled by Lothar, a villain appeared."
"His breath, I am familiar with, we have seen him... 10,000 years ago, we have seen... the polluter, Archimonde, the murderer who personally killed the father of the king of the forest, the king of darkness Servant of God, he has descended into this world, and I can feel that his undisguised malice, enough to engulf the world, is coming towards the holy mountain."
"Archimonde?"
Arch Druid Malfurion frowned: "He's here? It seems that we have to summon more demigods, so that we can revive the heroic spirits who died in battle as quickly as possible, as well as the watcher, Sandy The Southern Border Legion of Silithus, the druids of Silithus, we summon them back!"
"etc!"
The High Priest of the Moon God, who has been paying attention to the Eastern Continent, suddenly said:
"Wait, another force appeared, from the same source as the devil, no... a power of fel energy stronger than Archimonde, it is attacking it, it is... ah! Light. ..that light is too dazzling...Ah!"
The next moment, Tyrande covered his eyes and let out a cry of pain. Malfurion hurriedly supported his wife. He thoughtfully looked towards the far east, where there seemed to be a flash of green light. passed away.
"What's wrong? Tyrande, what did you see?"
The archdruid asked softly, the moon god priest opened his eyes with difficulty, and bloodshot eyes had already appeared in those eyes as bright as moonlight. She raised her head, and after a while, she was a little puzzled and a little unbelievable explain:
"He...Archimonde, he was dying...by that light, he was about to be killed by that light..."
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"Well"
At the moment when the seawater poured back into the crack in the eastern land cut by the Eye of Sargeras, at the original location of the Dalaran Plain, the broken land was suspended in the air in a posture that defied gravity.
Just like the scene among the stars, those fragments stripped from the planet, big and small, shattered and annihilated, in the magic tide set off by the Eye of Sargeras, this suffering land , was completely and completely distorted the form of existence, but just from the perspective of viewing, this scene does not seem so... ugly.
On both sides of the tumbling and cooling New Canyon, looking up, the fragments of the earth are floating above the strait in a messy shape. After the dark green halo in the sky is dispelled, when the sun shines on the place again The moment on the fragmented land, this scene looks so fantastic and magnificent, like the scenery of the Shadowmoon sea in the world of Draenor.
There are also such floating islands suspended above the ground, but no matter in terms of number or size, they are far from being able to compare with the "scenery" here.
These floating islands vary in size. The big ones are comparable to a city, and the small ones can only allow one person to stand. They are scattered in a three-dimensional space that is nearly 100 meters above the ground and in the sky. In this newly formed large strait From east to west, it spreads for nearly thousands of kilometers.
This is the last reverberation of this broken land. After the rapidly changing magic tide here stabilizes, a natural spectacle will inevitably form here, provided that there are still people who are willing to appreciate it.
Among these floating fragments of the earth, the largest piece, the original Dalaran City, is now only one-third of the city left, floating like a real floating island, and in that In the center of the ruins of the city that was completely destroyed, Archimonde, the extremely embarrassing polluter, the powerhouse among the stars, only a quarter of his body remained, his eyes full of fel fire , has completely dimmed at this time.
He looked at the sun in the sky and cursed it, cursed the hell the world...cursed everything else he could curse.
He could no longer feel the extreme pain from his body, and he knew that he was going to die.
With an indescribable humiliation, he died humblely in the trap arranged by the ants...Even if his soul will return to the Twisting Void, after decades, he will recover and regain the power of destruction, but this The humiliation once in Azeroth is destined to be unforgettable in his long life.
"Laugh, laugh as much as you want."
The polluter panted and cursed towards the sky, then closed his eyes with difficulty, waiting for the moment when the soul returned to the twisted moment...
"It's really...disgraceful, embarrassing."
But at the moment when the polluter gave up all hope, a somewhat weak voice suddenly sounded from the ruins behind him:
"The Polluter, Archimonde, I thought that when I met you, I would have a lot to say to you...but when I actually saw you, I found that I have nothing to share with you of..."
The Dark Blade King approached the small body of the Defiler, holding two swords in his hand, one of which was neighing crazily.
"Who are you?"
The polluter asked disdainfully. Although he was about to die, the temperament and temperament of the great demon did not change. He was like questioning an ant. Between the beating of the evil fire in his eyes, he asked maliciously:
"You caring little ant...did you come here to die before I left this world?"