Half a day ago, a huge battle at the foot of Mount Haigar was decided by the winner. . The fastest update

As the oldest tree of life, Shamurian, the ancient tree of life, has been with the night elves for thousands of years. Its strength is undoubtedly very powerful.

Unfortunately, its opponent is Archmond, the commander of the Burning Legion. Shamurian is not at all advantage in terms of size, strength, or magic. In addition, the innate slowness of the tree man makes it impossible for him to take any advantage in the same size opponent.

In front of Archmond, the old tree man, as tall as ten floors, was just an extremely huge... punching bag!

"Hahaha! Hahaha! Is this the killer move you have prepared for ten thousand years? Weak! Weak! Too weak is a sin! The only ending of weak is destruction!"

Faced with Archmond's crazy laughter, the old tree man shouted: "Every creature on this planet will resist the Burning Legion to the end!"

“Resistance is useless!”

"How do you know if you don't try it?" The Tree of Life roared angrily. He moved his long and thick legs as tall as a three-story house and began to launch a final charge towards Archmond.

Not only the old tree people, but all the night elves remaining nearby launched a desperate charge towards Archmond.

"Hahaha!" Amid the grim laughter, Archmond gently pushed his left hand.

It was obviously just a seemingly meaningless false press.

However, the space around seemed to be under extremely heavy pressure, and everything in the vision was violently compressed into a big pie.

The next second, the space compressed to the extreme will be restored to its original form like a spring.

It was so huge that it could cause the mountain to collapse and the terrifying impact of the cracks suddenly exploded.

The ultimate move [Air Explosion]!

The tall and slender body of the night elves was like grass chips blown by the wind, and was knocked to all directions. In fact, each of them had lost their lives in the air. The only thing that fell hundreds of meters away was a corpse that had lost their lives and souls.

Thousands of ethereal soul fire, which seemed like a little bit of Mars, were forcibly gathered in Archmond's huge palm.

On the cruel face unique to the Ereda Demon, a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of Archmond's mouth.

"Soul...punishment!"

The souls of the bright green, orange-yellow, and the souls of millions of night elves were instantly polluted and forced to fall. The reputation of the polluter Archmond was the greatest manifestation at this moment.

Then, three evil spirits that emit indescribably disgusting feelings of disgusting fell on the huge body of the old tree man.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Although the old tree man tried his best to launch a final charge against Archmond,...

The solid bark that once was its skin completely dried up in less than three breaths, and the bark peeled off by itself, like sand scattered on the ground in the strong wind.

Its thick limbs made continuous high-frequency explosions, and its high-speed rotten joints could no longer support the weight that mortals could not imagine. The hands and feet that were once one were almost broken inch by inch.

The old tree man who had guarded the Night Elf for ten thousand years finally couldn't support it. It didn't even make a last wail, and its huge body exploded in place, turning into thousands of pieces of small and large, and fell to the ground. The huge body, ten-story high, instantly turned the flat ground at the foot of the mountain into a hill made of wood.

It is hard to imagine that a moment ago it was an ancient tree of life that should be one of the cornerstones of the Night Elf Clan.

Archmond alone destroyed the army of 100,000 night elves and killed the ancient tree of life Shamurian, in the battle conference room on the peak of Haigal.

"Sure enough, modern arcane magic still has something to do..." Tyrande had to secretly rejoice, fortunately, he didn't really listen to the words of Vandal and ran to trick the alliance and the tribe, but instead reached an agreement with Duke first.

After Duke played this image that even the Night Elf itself could not have been played repeatedly three times.

Thrall found that his right hand was trembling slightly, which had nothing to do with courage, and was purely the most objective and straightforward reaction of the body and mind.

In fact, not only him, but also Grom, who had killed two abyss lords, had his face full of shock and shock.

I'm afraid everyone is asking myself if I really have a chance to win when facing such a terrifying existence that only took one hour to destroy a hundred thousand troops?

Think about it, even the brave and fearless tribal heroes fell into silence, let alone other powerful people.

But soon, the two heroes of the tribe and the night elves discovered that the atmosphere was wrong.

In the league, no matter how shocked it is, it is only limited to shock.

Most of the Alliance's strong men did not have a slight loss or fear on their faces, but instead felt a sense of excitement. Following the eyes of the Alliance's strong men, others suddenly realized that the focus of their eyes was Duke.

Queen Xi sat by the window, feeling the slightly cold wind blowing outside the window, and seemed to be unwilling to care about Archmond's strength at all when the enemy was in front of her. She leaned against the window with her left hand and put her right hand on her waist, and said in a somewhat lazy voice: "Duke, don't scare them anymore. Just say whatever you find."

Moglani also smiled: "Analyzing the enemy's situation and predicting the enemy's methods and trends. I have learned these for more than ten years, and I feel that I am still too far from you, Duke."

"Please say, Duke, for Azeroth's victory." Thrall interjected in a muffled voice.

Duke was no longer pretentious and directly extracted the most critical frozen image of the magic mirror.

"Please look at these pictures. These are the scenes summarized from the battle power that came to Dalaran when Archmond arrived and half a day ago."

"I don't know if my summary is correct, but if you encounter similar situations in the next battle, you might as well use my opinion as the first reference for your action."

"First of all, I will name this fire [Fire of Destruction] for the time being: about every 30 seconds, Archmond will create a fierce fireball. The fireball will move by itself and leave a 2-3-yard wide firewall that remains in the place where it has moved. The firewall will disappear from the place where the fireball appears after 27 seconds. I have counted 18 cases in total, and each flame will only last for 27 seconds. It is not too much or too much."

"Then I named this [Soul Recharge]..."

Duke was serious about Carmond's strategy. Thanks to the strategy team that year, he summarized the skills of the old man Carmond in such a detailed detail. Before he saw the new skills, Duke directly copied the strategy.
Chapter completed!