Chapter 782 34. Dark Night Promotion (Part 1)

Elves, this is a very special existence in the night elves civilization, it can be regarded as the aggregation of night elves' souls, from the moment the world tree Nordrassil was planted, when every night elf died , he or she will return to the World Tree in the form of an elf, waiting for the completion of the next life cycle.

Nordrassil endowed the night elves with the ability to live forever, but the elves will also die, and the "return" of the elves and the world tree is an important step for the night elves to complete the reproduction of life. There are rumors that the mysterious Kaldorei There are compelling reasons why civilizations have lived in Mount Hyjal and its surrounding areas for more than 10,000 years. It is said that the reproduction of elves has been linked to the World Tree.

Of course, this rumor has not been confirmed yet...

But in any case, the special form of existence of elves is indeed a symbol of night elf civilization, and elf souls in the form of elves do not have self-awareness, they will instinctively wrap around the world tree or have moonwells Therefore, in the stronghold of the night elves, thousands of elves can be seen in almost every place. After night falls, these special souls will illuminate the dwelling place of the elves in the dark , looks really beautiful.

Under the night of the holy mountain of Hyjal, the land dotted by hundreds of thousands of elves can be called a spectacle of Azeroth.

Of course, tonight, this beautiful scene that has lasted for more than 10,000 years will come to an end.

Malfurion's icy corpse lay at Tyrion's feet. The archdruid still retained his dying look. It was a calmness of salvation and sacrifice. In Tyrion's vision, he could clearly I saw the pain in Malfurion's soul, probably because he did some wrong things outside of his own will during the two months he was captured... This made the sober archdruid very painful .

So much so that this kind of sacrifice-like death is a kind of relief for him.

But the horn that Malfurion blew before he died was held by Tyrion at this time. It was a small wooden horn, very simple, without any decorative patterns, it looked like a It looks like an ancient decoration, and the power contained in it has been released by the sound of the horn just now. As for the effect it caused...

The great lord raised his head. In the dark night in front of his eyes, hundreds of thousands of elves rushed towards the burning World Tree from all directions of Mount Hyjal, just like the tide of light in the dark night, in the sky full of death. A shining river similar to a fairy tale was formed in the domain, probably feeling Malfurion's determination before he died, and the flying posture of these peaceful and unconscious little elves seemed menacing.

And these elves with weak individual strength combined in huge numbers, covering the entire Mount Hyjal under the silver veil, shining like daylight.

"It seems that I have enjoyed the treatment of Archimonde, which is not bad."

Tyrion looked down at the Archdruid who was slowly being transformed by the power of death. He raised his head and looked at the beautiful and dangerous scene in front of him, with a careless smile on the corner of his mouth.

The elves are weak, and the gathering of souls makes them lack attack power. However, in critical moments, these aggregates of souls will often detonate all their soul power to cause damage to the opponent. The self-destruction of one or two elves can only It hurt the same weak mortals, but if the hundreds of thousands of little elves in front of them exploded together, the damage of pure soul power would be superimposed, and could even seriously injure a big demon directly.

What's more, there is some natural connection between these elves and the World Tree. At such a close distance from the World Tree, the self-detonation of these elves will also trigger the burning World Tree, blowing the giant tree into the sky. The remaining huge amount of life energy burst out together.

That's definitely not fun for any sane attacker...

In another timeline, in the 20th year of the Dark Portal, the great demon Archimonde commanded the demon army to attack Mount Hyjal all the way. After paying huge casualties, the Allied Forces of Civilization were still unable to stop the great demon from destroying the World Tree , At the last moment, Archdruid Malfurion blew this "horn of natural wrath", summoning the elves in the entire Mount Hyjal and even the Ashenvale forest. In that terrifying self-detonation, the entire Nordrassil The life energy of the World Tree exploded, blasting the mighty Archimonde to death in the center of Mount Hyjal.

That war destroyed the World Tree and the eternal life of the night elves, but it was a suicide attack based on the imminent destruction of civilization, which was not the same as the current scene of being destroyed by Tyrion.

In short, despite the fact that elves are weak and lack the ability to protect themselves, when they get together...the power of these little people is enough to change the world.

However, this method of counterattack by the Jedi is useless to Tyrion...

He controls the world of death, he controls the soul, the power of the elves cannot harm the master of the soul, just like using a huge flow of water, still cannot stop the flood that submerges the world, this is the power that Malfurion mobilized to save civilization In the end, it can only be attributed to the hands of the great lord.

"swish"

Yuna, the little ghost of the holy light, appeared on Tyrion's shoulder. She was like a little hen protecting her cubs, holding a weird creature in her hand. It looked like a murloc, very small, as if it had just been taken from It hatched from an egg, but this murloc was a little weird. This murloc was full of evil energy, and it seemed that it had been infected by evil energy when it was a baby.

What surprised Tyrion was that the little murloc covered in purple scales had devil-like horns on its forehead, and its body also had natural magic lines formed by the infection of evil energy. Between breaths, this little guy can even spew out fire of fel energy. Although it is only a small flame, its lethality is genuine.

"Where did you find this little monster?"

Tyrion asked with great interest, and Yuna happily grabbed the fel murloc who twittered and screamed like a violent little devil, and said to Tyrion proudly:

"I won it...I call it fish ball! Wow! It's so beautiful!"

The little ghost Yuna sat on Tyrion's shoulder. She saw the elves gathering into a light curtain in front of her. She let out a girl's emotion, but the next moment, her eyes looked at Tyrion's feet again. Malfurion's body, she suddenly let out another exclamation:

"Ah! It's an ugly bear! Why is he here too! He's still dead!"

"He'll wake up soon."

Tyrion didn't ask why Yuna knew Malfurion. This little ghost had his own secrets, which Tyrion knew a long time ago, but he didn't want to interfere with her, because Yuna Although kind and lively by nature, this little girl who has lived for more than 20,000 years is not a fool, she has her own little wisdom.

"Open the gate, Yuna."

The great lord reached out and grabbed an elf who was approaching him and tried to blow himself up, looked at it in front of his eyes, and said to Yuna:

"Send all these elves to the dead... This is good material, and they will soon usher in a new life."

"okay!"

Yuna grabbed the violent evil little murloc "fish egg" in one hand, and grabbed her star magic wand in the other hand. Between the faint blue halo mixed with golden light, the world rift leading to the dead world With a bang, the cold wind of the spirit world howled and blew away the darkness above the battlefield. The call from the dead world made those elves who were originally angry become confused, and the call of the soul's destination made them turn around in the air. Lost the direction, plunged into the gate leading to the dead world.

Just like what Tyrion said to Prince Farondis, no matter how weird the undead variant is, as long as it is still a undead, it must follow the rules he set for the dead world... These creatures that exist in the form of souls The same goes for elves.

And those who were brought back to the world of death together were the souls who died in this dark battlefield. Those released gods of death bound those painful souls with death chains, and danced in the air with a strange and light posture, bringing The souls of those elf warriors rushed into the realm of death, while the few who survived the ravages of the flying god of death stood blankly on the battlefield.

They could see those gods of death taking away the souls of their comrades, but facing those monsters that could not be killed with weapons at all, even the most powerful fighters would feel a sense of helplessness and helplessness.

This is not a war with the naga, not one that can be won with weapons and a determined will... How do mortals stand against death?

Tyrion didn't pay attention to the survivors of these wars, he didn't care about those who survived, and he didn't intend to completely exterminate the night elves that night. Only the trunk of the World Tree was left, and the burnt ashes of the branches fluttered in the wind, but they did not disperse. Like a wanderer who was nostalgic for his hometown, he swirled into gray loops in the air.

There is no crackling sound like ordinary flames burning, and there is no rushing heat and destruction. The black fire that represents death burns the vitality that belongs to the World Tree. In Tyrion's spiritual vision, the tree in front of him The World Tree with huge vitality, the nightmare infection inside it, has been purified by more than half in the burning of death.

"You can obviously choose a more suitable method, and you have enough strength to use those gentle methods. Why do you always use pain to achieve your goals? Even if it is doing good deeds!"

Elune's voice, as light as a tulle, sounded in Tyrion's heart. The image outlined by that voice was like a girl who felt sad when the World Tree withered. She asked softly:

"Tyrion, is this really your bad taste? Or is it a manifestation of your malice towards this world? Why do you hate this world so much? Why do you hate me so much?"

The great lord didn't answer this question right away. He stretched out his hand, and took out a half-burnt leaf from the ashes of the World Tree flying in front of him. He looked at the dark red lines on the leaf that had been corroded by the nightmare, and he lowered his head. said:

"Because of death, death is not a warm holy light, nor a peaceful nature, nor is it an arcane art that represents order. Death is cruel, and its appearance must be accompanied by pain."

"Eluen, my friend, I know you want these "heroes" to be filled with the faith of protection and love, and break through the shackles of fate with incomparable justice. The belief in the road to salvation, but, you and I need time now, we don't have that much time for them to slowly change..."

The great lord waved his hand, and the half-burned leaf was thrown into the flames, and was quickly burned to clean, while Tyrion's hand waved, Yuna opened the gate of the dead world. It swelled rapidly for a moment, and soon formed a towering gate in the shape of a cone. Amid the frantic whistling of the wind of the spirit world, the gate was more like the kiss of a giant beast opened by the dead world in this world, as if it wanted to tear this world apart. Tear off a piece abruptly.

"So I want to use a more violent and more purposeful belief to turn them into endless whips to push them on the road of revenge. Hate! The Tyrande you choose, and the Yili I want to shape Dan, they all need this kind of hatred and pain to make them grow quickly... You see, what they need most, I generously give them!"

Tyrion and his partner, Elune, were talking. In the strong wind, his fingers waved forward, and the crack in the dead world roared and moved forward. In the low voice like a giant beast swallowing water, the dark The boundary of the world, like sharp teeth closing together, swallowed the world tree that was burning in the last night into the edge of the dead world.

The Highlord never intended to leave the World Tree on Mount Hyjal...he would have burned the tree, but after that blazing black fire, there would have been more useful life, since he started Just tell Azshara, this tree...he works!

"The world calls me the Destroyer and the Great Demon King, it doesn't matter...you and I know what kind of despair we are about to face, and to break through that despair requires the aggregation of countless forces, but it definitely does not include the gossip of mortals ...As long as there is a perfect result, it doesn't matter what method and process is adopted..."

Tyrion's hands staggered and closed like the curtain of a closed stage. The next moment, the rift in the dead world that put Nordrassil, the world tree, into the shadows closed abruptly, shining in the first ray of dawn on Mount Hyjal. At the moment when the darkness was torn apart and the earth was illuminated, at the position of the original World Tree, the towering tree completely disappeared, just like a sign of an era, which completely disappeared with the collapse of the era. On the lake that shone like moonlight, there were only a few ashes that had no place to rest.

Like a leaf that finally withered, slowly sank into the meaningless Luna Lake with a sad gesture.

The great lord turned his head, looked at the sunlight emerging from the sky, squinted his eyes, and said softly:

"I know, and you agree with me, and you know what I'm doing is right, Elune...that's why you let me do it."

"Go, do what you have to do...I'll accompany you through this scene, but hurry up..."

"I'm tired."