Menethil's Power

Chapter 657 The Son of the Stars
"High priest, there is important news to report!"

When two messenger sentries appeared at the same time, Tyrande's heart felt heavy again.

Bad news followed, as if a dark hand was hanging over the fate of the kaldorei. It felt terrible, but it was very real.

"Speak, my sister, don't be too alarmed," she said in a steady and reassuring voice.

Malfurion was beside her, and he hadn't woken up from his ten thousand years of sleep. He frowned slightly, as if he had encountered something terrible in a dream.Nearly a thousand powerful druids are sleeping in the underground building they are in, and every once in a while a batch will wake up to take over the specific affairs of the Cenarion Council, and so on.

But not long ago, this cycle went awry. Several druids suddenly woke up, lost their minds and brutally killed several sentries.Tyrande arrived in person, and after dealing with the commotion, she found that a decaying atmosphere had enveloped the dungeon where the druids slept.

Without any hesitation, she forcibly opened the gate of the underground palace, and she found that the bodies of the druids were decomposing at an alarming rate, and many of them even lost their vitality.

Including Malfurion, the archdruid's situation is not the worst, but if it is discovered a little later, the archdruid is likely to be a corpse,

Tyrande immediately carried out all-out medical treatment and kept praying to the moon god Elune, until now Malfurion's condition was finally stabilized, during which Tyrande didn't have the energy to take care of other things.

The two messenger sentries were about to speak, but they suddenly showed a horrified and inexplicable expression.

Tyrande turned her head immediately, and found that Malfurion's figure was fading, as if his body was just a phantom, gradually dissipating.

But how is this possible?
Tyrande's silver pupils shrank sharply, and the moonlight shone in her hands, enveloping Malfurion's body, but it had no effect, the light penetrated his body as if he didn't exist at all.

Another ray of brilliance, but still just like passing through a phantom, the strong shell formed by Tyrande's ten thousand years of high position suddenly collapsed, "No." She held her forehead and moaned.

Elune's power couldn't help her either, so she could only watch Malfurion's body disappear without a trace, like the two sentinels nearby.

"Could it be that... all the masters of the Cenarion Council disappeared like this..." one of the sentinels said absently.

"What?" Tyrande turned his head abruptly, staring at the bewildered sentinel.

"The druids suddenly disappeared. The Cenarion Council is now empty. They... probably disappeared like this."

Tyrande's body froze. Sure enough, the giant black hand she felt coming towards the Kaldorei was real, and it came so fast.Without the druids of the Cenarion Council, the Kaldorei's overall strength is at least half missing.

Optimistically, the druids might still be alive, but they were imprisoned in the Emerald Dream, but what kind of evil force could surpass the green dragon and the demigod to control the entire dream?

"I can probably guess the news you brought." She looked at another sentinel, "Have we been invaded? Where is the enemy?"

"They came from the direction of Azshara," the sentinel dared not neglect.

"It's the Naga?" Tyrande remembered that not long ago, she had discussed these invasive species that had landed from the sea with Archdruid Fandral.

"It's not just Naga." A trace of panic flashed in the sentinel's eyes, "There are also moving corpses, orcs, and even dragons..."

……

Ashenvale, this peaceful woodland was invaded by the tribe a few years ago, but this time the outsiders brought not only the flames of war, but also the haze of death.

A tall and majestic figure stood there, with ice-blue fire in his eyes, and around him were nearly a hundred corpses with thick hair. These dead had bear heads and sharp claws, and many of them were even bigger than the standing orcs. Even stronger, but now they are all dead, and basically there is only a huge wound with deep bone visible on their bodies.

The Lich glanced around and expressed his satisfaction, "Very good, Grom, these furbolgs are excellent materials." He praised.

The orc named Hellscream is so powerful that it is an excellent weapon, fully worthy of the highest level of necromancy to control his mind.Kel'Thuzad had the most vivid experience of the power within this orc, and he naturally wanted to inflict this pain on more people.

This batch of furbolgs can be said to have been eliminated by Grom alone. This orc is now a ruthless killing machine with extremely high efficiency and precision. It cannot be resurrected.

"What are you still doing?" Kel'Thuzad suddenly turned around and shouted, icy cold air shot out from his skull, "Start working!"

Those psychics whose faces were covered under hoods with only a pair of eyes exposed hurriedly started their most common work-constructing magic circles and transforming undead.

One after another, the furbolgs stood up, their bodies stiffened, their eyes gleaming with violence, their fighting power had been considerably improved compared to before they were alive, they ignored the pain and would fight until the last moment.

Ashenvale is a vast region that contains not only the kaldorei, but also many other races of powerful creatures.However, the troops sent by the Scourge to Kalimdor were still not many, most of them were cannon fodder and part of them were damaged during the attack on Orgrimmar. Therefore, Kel'Thuzad's task was to bring this group of psychics as far as possible. It is possible to transform the powerful creatures on this land into one's own combat power.

As for the frontal battlefield, they don't need to worry about it. The night elves don't have many troops stationed in Ashenvale, and their reactions are also very slow, which can almost be said to be nothing to worry about.

These stupid elves are still immersed in the peaceful life of thousands of years, their fate has been sealed from the beginning.

Soon, the reincarnation of the bear monsters was completed.Kel'Thuzad supported his chin with his phalanx, "It's time for the next target. It seems to be the Warsong logging camp not far away? Those orcs haven't evacuated yet, so let them stay completely."

The Lich seemed to be talking to himself, but at the same time looked at Grom with a vicious look, paying attention to his reaction.

Ever since he became a lich, he has enjoyed the pleasure of crushing the emotions that the living hold dear.

But to his disappointment, the former chief of the Warsong clan was expressionless, without any special expression.

Perhaps the manipulation of his will was too successful. After all, Lord Isaacs personally strengthened the spell in this area.Kel'Thuzad thought to himself.

……

Meanwhile, north of Ashenvale.

The original verdant woodland is now only a piece of scorched earth, and the charred tree remains are still burning with purple-black void psionic flames. Although there are only dots left, this flame spewed by the void dragon will continue to burn for several days. Genius goes off.

Azshara looked around, looking at the ruined walls and the mutilated limbs of the night elves, expressionless.These dead were no longer her people, so she naturally would not have the slightest mercy.

It is not difficult to break through the largest military stronghold established by the Kaldorei in Ashenvale. The sentry here did not receive any news from Azshara, so it can be said that they were defenseless until the void dragoons launched an air strike. Responding hastily, and following the charge of the Naga Legion on the ground, the fortress was soon declared to have fallen.

Too weak, Azshara can't help shaking her head, these former people of her gave up magic, but did not find other powers that could protect them.

"Your Majesty, we have captured the commander of this fortress. I still remember her. She is a member of the Moonsong family." A rustling sound came from behind, and Vaschi reported in a hoarse voice.

"Give her to Gothick the Reaper," Azshara said casually.

Kel'Thuzad was not here, and the Scourge's commander was handed over to a necromancer named Gothik the Reaper. He was inferior to Kel'Thuzad in terms of magic, but he was even more cruel and ruthless.

"We didn't block the news this time, the Kaldorei's army should arrive soon." Azshara raised his head slightly, as if talking to himself.

As she expected, a few days later, a large sentinel force marched from Mount Hyjal into Ashenvale, and what they faced was a head-on blow from the Void Alliance.

This is a completely unequal battle. The Sentinels do not have the air force that can compete with the Void Dragoons, and they are at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers. The ruthless undead and the uncrowned summoned from Ny'alotha are almost going to overwhelm the Dark Night. The elves drowned.

However, at this moment, a brilliant brilliance descended from the sky and fell into the formation of the sentinel troops, and then the stars fell, turning a large number of undead and faceless into ashes.

"Heh, is this the favor of Elune?" Azshara smiled lightly, she seemed to be waiting for this moment, the Tidal Stone was suspended beside her at this moment, with the help of the power of this creation pillar, a momentum Amazing lightning fell into the place where the moonlight condensed.

Tyrande, who was at the very center of the Sentinel troop, let out a muffled snort. Although Elune's protection prevented her from taking any damage, the channeling spell had to be terminated. Without the power of the stars descended by Elune, the Sentinels fell into a trap again. It's a hard fight.

"Are you alright?" Sentinel General Shandris Feather Moon asked worriedly.

Without talking about his situation, Tyrande said without hesitation: "Quick, pass the order! We must retreat to Mount Hyjal!"

She can already confirm that without the druids, the combat effectiveness of the sentinel troops can be said to be greatly reduced, and it is impossible to communicate with natural allies such as Heshanling giants and elf dragons.She also realized the strength of the enemy, and now the only option is to retreat to Mount Hygil and use the power of the World Tree to defend.

The Sentinels, which had been established for thousands of years, were still well-trained and orderly. Instead of being defeated, they covered each other and evacuated. Although there were heavy casualties, most of them survived.

And after they withdrew to Mount Hyjal, the Void Alliance did not pursue them, and seemed to be afraid of the power of the World Tree, which gave the Kaldorei a chance to breathe.

Tyrande was physically and mentally exhausted. She was still sad for Malfurion before, but now she has to worry about the fate of all Kaldorei. The enemy is too powerful. This is a moment of life and death for the entire race.

All the power available must be used.

"Santis, come with me." She greeted General Sentinel.

Inside the Kaldorei, besides the Cenarion Council and the Sentinels, there is another force, the Watchers.They guard many vicious people.Under the training of its leader, Maiev Shadowsong, every watcher has extraordinary combat effectiveness.

But what Tyrande needed was not just the power of the watchmen, she also thought of a person, a criminal who had been detained by the watchmen so far.

She thought of those amber eyes.

Before I knew it, 1 years had passed.

(End of this chapter)