Big guy is always cool

Chapter 539 Only the wrong name, no wrong nickname

Emotions are contagious, such as laughter, which is a positive emotion, and panic and despair, which are negative emotions.

As Archimonde climbed higher and higher on Nordrassil, unable to stop his night elves, they were enveloped in despair and panic. Their emotions spread, igniting the elves around the World Tree. anger.

Elf, a creature conceived by the world tree with the help of nature, they are the predecessors of night elves.

Each elf is a small point of light, their intelligence has not yet been enlightened, they only have a hazy consciousness, and it can be said that they do not have the concept of self.

Only when the elves exist for a long enough time, long enough for them to change from quantitative change to qualitative change, and then get the blessing of the World Tree, and be given enough energy by the World Tree, can they successfully transform and become newborn night elves .

It's not that Archimonde couldn't see the existence of elves, but they were too weak, so weak that even the cub of an ordinary beast was stronger than them.In terms of strength, a one- or two-year-old human child could kill an elf by waving his hands indiscriminately. How could such a creature catch Archimonde's eyes?

Malfurion had been watching with cold eyes, and when he noticed that the elves had become angry, he knew that the moment he had been waiting for had come.

So, he picked up a staghorn horn as long as one man, and blew it vigorously.

The whirring of the horn echoed in the mountains, and the mana of Malfurion, the great druid of the night elf, was vibrating in the sound of the horn.The sound of the trumpet was like a barrel of gasoline, pouring on the heads of the elves, making their anger burn more vigorously.

At the same time, Malfurion's mana also blessed the elves during the sound of the horn, and the elves who heard the sound of the horn became ten times stronger.

However, the elves are too weak. Even if their base number is too small, their strength will not increase much even if they get a ten-fold increase.At most, the level that a one- or two-year-old child can be slapped to death becomes that of a five-year-old child.

The increase in individual strength is indeed not much, but the total amount is very terrifying, because there are too many elves.

The accumulation of the night elves over thousands of years has made the number of elves around the world tree in Nordrassil more than tens of millions.There are so many elves, they are usually inconspicuous, but at a certain moment, when the power of the elves is twisted into a rope, you will find out how terrifying this power is.

To be honest, Malfurion would never have done this if he hadn't been forced into a desperate situation.

Due to the way night elves are born, the number of elves is actually the size of their backup population.

It was so easy to save the old bottom for thousands of years, but he used up all of it at once. If Malfurion said that he didn't feel sad, he must be lying.

But in the face of race continuation and civilization inheritance, such a sacrifice is worthwhile in Malfurion's eyes.

Only by living can there be hope, and only by living can there be everything. If even life is lost, no matter how much background you have accumulated, no matter how much backup power you have, it will be empty talk.

Angry elves gathered quickly one by one, each of them was a small spot of light, from a distance, it seemed that the sky was full of light gathering.They first converged into a river, and then the river rushed in the same direction with the momentum of a big river bursting its embankment, and vented towards the same outlet.And Archimonde, who is climbing on the World Tree, is the embankment, the outlet chosen by the water of the great river.

what?
Archimonde was dumbfounded.

He never expected that such a weak creature like an elf, so weak that he hadn't even noticed, would have the courage to attack him, and he never thought that when these little spicy creatures gathered enough numbers, they would make Zongheng He who distorted the void and destroyed countless powerful civilizations felt threatened.

Do not!
It's not just a threat, it's the smell of death.

"Go away!"

Archimonde's surprise and anger quickly turned into horror when the little elves turned on the self-destruct mode and launched a tsunami-like attack on themselves.

The shadow of death began to hang over him.

I actually felt the breath of death, how is this possible!

I, Archimonde, distort the void vertically and horizontally. I, Archimonde, can flatten Azeroth by myself. I, Archimonde, kill demigods like chickens. I, Archimonde, have surpassed gods. I... Archimonde lit up the magic stone on his body: "Kil'jaeden, help me."

This time I was careless, and it was because I underestimated the enemy that I gave them a chance.But who would have thought that in this garbage world, those weak native creatures would have such a big move.

Next time, next time I'll definitely...huh? ! ! !
Archimonde was thinking about it, but found that the energy hidden in the magic stone on his body had been detonated. However, this time the detonation was not the kind of rescue assistance detonation he used to do when he was in distress, it was a real detonation.

what happened?

Before Archimonde could react, a heaven-piercing energy explosion completely engulfed him.

Jingle!

The one-man antler slipped from Malfurion's hands, and what happened on Mount Hyjal was beyond his expectations.

His plan was to sacrifice tens of millions of elves to redeem Archimonde's life, and then wait for Nordrassil to slowly give birth to elves, and everyone started from the beginning.But why did such a big explosion happen, even the world tree Nordrassil was blown up?
This is totally out of my plan.

Malfurion even felt that the reason why this explosion was so strong was that the explosion was caused by the energy in Nordrassil's trunk.

Someone detonated Nordrassil's energy, and Archimonde was blown up to nothing.

After all, he was the archdruid who had ruled the night elves for thousands of years, and with Malfurion's wisdom, he quickly deduced what happened.

This made him hate, angry, and annoyed.

who is it?

Whoever killed a thousand swords broke my night elf Nordrassil, stand up for me, and I promise not to chop you into pieces.

You must know that it is precisely because of the existence of Nordrassil that the night elves can have a status beyond other mortal races in Azeroth.Nordrassil is not only a world tree, she also received the blessing of the five-color dragon king, which allows the night elves to have eternal life and immunity to diseases.

Now, Nordrassil is just gone, and I am so big that I can exchange a grand fireworks ceremony for a tree of the world, I, I, I... lie on a grass!
Malfurion could no longer describe his mood in words.

Little did he know that, while he was furious at Nordrassil's accidental destruction, somewhere in the Twisting Nether a red-skinned eredar archdemon was laughing triumphantly.

Archimonde, my brother, you are dead at last.

Do you really think I was trying my best to save you before?

If you think so, you're making it too easy for me, Kil'jaeden the Deceiver.

Don't you know that there are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames?
Since you don't understand, let me tell you with facts, you are wrong, very wrong.

The reason why I helped you in the previous crises was because I felt that none of those dangers could guarantee 100% of your life, but this time is different, the energy of that World Tree is enough to completely destroy you.

Go all the way, my brother.

Go to hell and keep living your big brother dreams, idiot.

(End of this chapter)