Menethil's Power

Chapter 661 An Unexpected Battle

"Evacuate?" A priestess next to Tyrande asked subconsciously, "What about the others? Where are the frontline sentries?"

No one answered this question, Illidan looked up at the void dragoons circling wantonly in the sky, and let out a cold snort that was both disdainful and a bit jealous.

"I can't trap this orc for too long." Maiev said coldly to Tyrande: "As the supreme commander, you'd better make a decision quickly."

"I will not retreat." Tyrande shook his head, with a flash of determination in his eyes, "The stronger the enemy is, the less we can retreat. I only hope that Elune can keep my soul after my death."

Her attitude was very resolute. Losing her close ones one after another made her feel resolute. She walked to Shandris' remnant body, leaned down, and prayed in a low voice with tears in her eyes.

The moonlight splashed and shrouded Shandris Feathermoon, her remnant body turned into dots of light and dissipated, and an illusory soul emerged, dragged by the moonlight and slowly lifted into the air, and fell into Elune's embrace.

This is the only thing Tyrande can do for Shandris now.

Maiev remained silent, while Illidan narrowed her eyes slightly. It was obvious that Tyrande was depressed because of the huge mental blow, but at the same time her attitude must be very resolute, and it was difficult to be persuaded in a short time.

Illidan began to consider the feasibility of forcibly knocking her out and taking her away. People must recognize the reality. Without any foreign aid, Kaldorei is doomed, and he can't control too many people at all.

But suddenly, he felt a strong arcane surge, and what was even more peculiar was that this magical surge did not originate from the Well of Eternity.

"Interesting." He said to himself, but he didn't relax his vigilance. It seems that another force has joined the battlefield, but it doesn't mean that Kaldorei's danger has eased, and everything is still unknown.

Maiev and Tyrande also noticed something, looked in the direction of the movement, and then saw a violent arcane explosion appearing in the formation of the dead orcs, clearing out a large area in an instant , Then the dissipated arcane energy returned to the basket, condensed into several huge energy creatures, and fired dense arcane missiles like a rain curtain towards the void dragon in the air.

And the one who released such a powerful compound spell was just a thin brown-robed mage, and beside him were several tall creatures that Kaldorei had never seen before. Their blue skin was a bit like some branches of giants. At the same time, they have some characteristics similar to demons. Among them are warriors who use giant hammers and spellcasters who hold staffs, but they all wear quite gorgeous platinum and heavy armor.

Although they are strangers, they don't seem to be evil forces, but if it's just such an elite team, I'm afraid they won't be able to turn the tide of the battle around.

The mage in the brown robe seemed to be aware of this, and he began to cast spells again, but this time it was not a harmful spell. After a few minutes of guidance, he opened a large portal.

Illidan watched from a distance, slightly surprised, the other party's arcane attainment was astonishingly high, even in the period of the Dark Night Empire, few court mages could reach this level, as long as this portal is not destroyed, it is enough to pass through half-way. Teleporting an elite army of hundreds of people within an hour is already a force not to be underestimated.

However, those who came out of the portal were not fully armed warriors, but a group of people who did not wear any armor and did not seem to have the ability to fight. They were more like scholars or mages who did not conduct combat research. , theoretically should not appear here.

The goals of these scholars or engineers are very clear, and their actions are very fast. They quickly dispersed and started to work. They did not know what method they used to create several energy clusters with strange fluctuations. After a period of time, it tends to stabilize, revealing a huge crystal tower.

That peculiar fluctuation did not dissipate, but became more obvious with the appearance of the crystal tower, one golden light after another appeared around these crystals, and after the first blue-skinned warrior appeared from the light, Yili It was only then that Dan realized that the crystals were actually just an energy hub with space coordinates attached.

Those undead couldn't stop them, even if they had this consciousness, they didn't have the ability. Soon, a real army appeared. They used an ability similar to moonlight, but it was more blazing, and had an extraordinary effect on undead. Effect.

Such an astonishing ability to project troops... is simply unbelievable.

Illidan was amazed.

There was a sound similar to breaking glass, and cracks began to appear on the temporary prison Maiev used to imprison Grom, and they spread rapidly. It was obvious that he was about to escape, and the nerves of the night elves present tensed up again. Such a big trouble has not been solved.

With a roar, the prison was completely shattered. The escaped Grom Hellscream did not launch an attack immediately, but gave them a cold look, and suddenly turned around and walked towards the direction he came. They all stepped heavily on the ground, but their speed was extremely astonishing.

"What's going on here?" Tyrande was still in a daze.

"It's very simple. The person who controls him is in trouble. Call him back to protect himself. Those new guys are not easy to deal with." Illidan tilted his head slightly and directly explained the reason.

"Then shouldn't we stop him?" Tyrande responded immediately.

"Why?" Illidan stretched his arms and smiled slightly, "If I'm not mistaken, those new guys and the Eredar of the Burning Legion should belong to the same race, are you sure they are our allies? "

Tyrande was dumbfounded.

"So the most correct choice now is not to contact the other party until they take the initiative to reveal their identity. We only need to deal with the enemy here."

Tyrande nodded subconsciously, at this moment she suddenly had a feeling that Illidan was the backbone.

The undead soon fell into disarray. Although the Void Dragoons were powerful, they couldn't completely suppress this new force. Especially with the presence of a powerful mage, a Void Dragon fell down from time to time.

The situation soon maintained a balance.

A raven wobbled over, landed and transformed into a young human mage, "Hello, High Priest of Tyrande, I am Khadgar, and I have visited Archdruid Fandral Staghelmet before. , there should be someone around you who still has some impression of me."

Tyrande turned her head, and a priestess nodded slightly to her, "It was he who brought the warning at that time."

Tyrande couldn't help sighing, "I'm sorry we didn't listen to your advice at the beginning," she said helplessly, "Now we are reaping the bitter fruit."

"Fortunately, it's not too late." Khadgar looked behind him, "Medivh, the Guardian of Risfal, and I, my mentor, brought reinforcements. Those are the draenei of Draenor. Wrecked by the evil from the Void, and now they are willing to help prevent the same from befalling you."

"That would be great." Tyrande said happily.

Having reinforcements meant that Kaldorei would suffer fewer casualties.

"I have some doubts." Illidan interrupted suddenly: "Master, what do you mean by the evil from the void?"

Khadgar hesitated slightly, then sighed, "It's really a long story."

While talking, those crystal towers transmitted a new batch of warriors, but they were no longer blue-skinned draenei, they were shorter, but most of their armor was very similar to that of draenei, and there were also some Less huge war machines.

"There are still your compatriots?" Illidan seemed to be a little interested.

"Yes." Khadgar nodded, "The Kingdom of Lordaeron in the Eastern Continent is also willing to help. After all, this is related to the fate of the entire Azeroth."

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The fighting raged south of Mount Hyjal, but now on a snowy mountain to the north, near Winterspring, Isaacs stood, deep in thought.

He doesn't care about the battle over there, because it doesn't matter to him which side wins. Who said that only those mountain passes can enter Mount Hyjal?

Medivh and Khadgar are gathering all the power at their disposal on Azeroth, so let them get to work.

Behind him stood Villitan, a purplish-black satyr holding a chain in his hand, and the other end of the chain was fastened around the neck of a huge creature with the lower body of a deer and the upper body of a majestic man. humanoid.

Son of the demigod, Remulos.The Emerald Dream has completely fallen, and Cenarius himself can't protect himself, so naturally he can't protect his heir.

Remulos was very weak, but he still stared at Isaacs' back, "We used to trust you so much, Lunara even..."

Villitan jerked the chain, and Remulos' next words fell into gasps of pain.

Unmoved, Isaacs shifted his gaze to the south. Even at a considerable distance, the giant tree on the high mountain was still so eye-catching.

Few high-level druids still exist in the real world of Azeroth, but the power of Nordrassil, the world tree, is still operating spontaneously. This operation covers the entire Mount Hyjal and has lasted for ten thousand years , forming a unique and powerful protection, theoretically only fixed passages can enter and exit.

But this is only in theory.

Isaacs waved his hand casually, and Villitan got the instruction, with a cruel sneer on the corner of his mouth, he raised the black and red sharp blade in his hand, and chopped off a pair of huge antlers of Remulos with lightning speed .

Blood spurted out, and the son of the demigod screamed and fell into a coma.

Villitan didn't care about Remulos' life or death at all. The antlers, which were originally crystal clear like jade, quickly became dull in his hands. He respectfully handed them to Isaacs, and the latter just held them in the air like ink. The pitch black energy wrapped around the antlers, completely melting them.

As a demigod heir, Remulos possessed the most quintessential natural essence in the world, and the way to obtain this essence was also very simple, just cut off a part of his body.

The black liquid that melted the antlers rolled and stretched out a thin silk thread, and soon touched a translucent light green barrier, blending into it silently, and then the barrier was like thin ice under the sun , quickly became transparent and dissipated without a trace.

The void can swallow everything, all it needs is an introduction.

Isaacs finds it a little boring. His enemies are stupid and short-sighted, subject to inherent thinking, can be easily fooled, and are extremely vulnerable to great power. How could he tolerate them as his allies in the first place?

His thought seemed to be sensed by Amon, and the Lord of the Void began to whisper in his ear, "That's right, these ants are not worth mentioning, we are just looking down on them..."

Isaacs didn't respond, and looked at Nordrassil. There was amazing energy in this world tree, and now there was no obstacle between him and him.

Everything is so simple.

(End of this chapter)