Time returned to a day ago, when Archimonde had just entered Ashenvale, and the demon army had just begun to climb the mountain and launch a full-scale attack.
The night elves' three giants, Malfurion, Tyrande, and Jarod Shadowsong, the Crusader's Highlord Galen Trollbane, the human Guardian Aegwynn, the high elf advisor Thranduil, the nightborne Grand Magistrix Elisande, as well as the demigod Cenarius, blue dragon Azuregos, and red dragon Vaelastrasz, this group of top figures in Azeroth gathered at the foot of Nordrassil, the World Tree on Mount Hyjal.
"He's here!" Cenarius looked solemnly at the south side of Mount Hyjal, where Archimonde was appearing! The grief in the natural demigod's eyes flashed by, and the scene of Archimonde snapping his father's neck reappeared in his mind.
Malfurion looked at the Nordrassil World Tree, filled with emotion: "Ten thousand years ago, our night elf race defeated the Burning Legion's invasion. Although the whole world became fragmented, our world was preserved because of the connection with the World Tree, allowing me to enjoy freedom and eternal life in peace!"
"We are the guardians of the World Tree Nordrassil. Through it, we obtain eternal life and powerful strength beyond nature. And now, the time has finally come for us to return this power!" Tyrande's eyes flashed with a hint of reluctance, perhaps a lingering attachment to eternal youth, or perhaps a greedy desire for eternal rule. She couldn't help but say to her beloved: "Won't we become old like these mortals, and our natural powers will fade with time!" A certain sensitive word made Galen Trollbane's brow twitch, and the long ears of Thranduil not far away also twitched imperceptibly… This sun king, who had died once and been reborn again, was filled with resentment towards eternal life. The couple, unaware of the expressions of those around them, continued their conversation.
"If pride makes us hesitate, my dear, then it means we may have lived too long!" Malfurion interrupted Tyrande's words. "No matter what fate may come, my love, please remember that our affection is eternal!"
"Cenarius!" Malfurion called back Cenarius, who was still distracted. "We should start preparing!"
Everyone's body shook upon hearing this; the most critical moment had finally arrived! Everyone had already discussed it beforehand. All the previous preparations were to delay Archimonde's advance and buy enough time for Malfurion and Cenarius to hold a large-scale ritual of the Wrath of Nature!
Archimonde, an existence beyond a demigod, even if the Great Barrier of Azeroth suppressed his strength to the peak of a demigod, he was still an unmatched existence. Archimonde was like a super-achiever, pulled into the examination room by the teacher with a 100-point test paper, competing with a group of top students in Azeroth! What was that saying, a super-achiever scores 100 points because the test paper is only worth 100 points… If anyone really treated Archimonde as a demigod, then they could wait for grass to grow on their graves. Galen Trollbane estimated that if purely based on strength, Archimonde had already surpassed Kil'jaeden and had even touched the threshold of a true god… And the World Tree, nourished by the waters of the Well of Eternity for ten thousand years, contained immense power, which might be the opportunity for him to break through!
In response to this, Cenarius and Malfurion formulated a trump card to kill Archimonde, using the Ancient Souls, that is, the wisps' self-explosion, to trigger the power of Nordrassil and blow Archimonde to death in one fell swoop! From this point alone, Galen Trollbane knew that he was not as good as Malfurion! That was the World Tree! It made the night elves immortal and immune to all diseases! It could be seen from Tyrande's attitude that she looked down on humans, high elves, and even the nightborne, distant relatives. Nordrassil carried the Dragon Aspects' blessings. Once the power of the World Tree was lost, the price would be that the night elf race would lose its eternal life, and they would be reduced to the mortal race in their mouths! Malfurion, who had slept in the Emerald Dream for ten thousand years, still maintained the innocent heart of ten thousand years ago and had not transformed from a kind little girl into a qualified politician like Tyrande. And Galen Trollbane admired the sacrifices Malfurion made for this world, and for the first time, he recognized him in his heart as his senior brother, rather than the superficial brother he had been before.
"Junior Brother! Junior Brother!" Malfurion called out several times before bringing Galen'Remar back to his senses. Malfurion didn't mind Galen's distraction. Archimonde put too much pressure on them, and it was normal for emotions to be a little abnormal. Didn't the God of Nature also have problems just now?
"Senior Brother, did you call me?" Galen looked at Malfurion, wondering why he hadn't seized the time to hold the ritual.
"Yes, Junior Brother, Highlord Galen Trollbane said he could invite a group of helpers. While I hold the ritual, you and the Highlord will bring them to Mount Hyjal!"
"No problem, I will grant the Highlord teleportation authority!"
"In that case, I'll leave it to you all. May Elune protect Azeroth!" After Malfurion left, Galen didn't go to receive reinforcements. With a return scroll, what was the point of needing authority? It was just a smokescreen.
Galen stood on the cliff, closed his eyes, and began to observe the battlefield. He saw the undead army charging the first line of defense, but there were a large number of arrow towers, turrets, and arcane towers here. It could be said that no matter how many undead troops came, they could be eaten. If the eredar warlocks hadn't jointly cast a spell and launched a wave of hellfire, Drake wouldn't have carried out the decapitation operation so early. Although Kazzak Winterchill was a lich, he was still in the position of commander. His death would definitely anger those demons… The first line of defense lasted half a day less than expected, but it also contained half of the Burning Legion's forces! However, compared to the Burning Legion's first invasion ten thousand years ago, the scale of the Battle of Mount Hyjal this time was much smaller. After all, there was only one Well of Eternity. Without endless energy to maintain the portal, the number of demons did not exceed one million…
Subsequently, the ferocity of the second line of defense far exceeded the first. The day and night battle didn't know how many lives were sacrificed. Even after a commander died, Archimonde personally went out and destroyed a large number of defensive works! Fortunately, the remaining defenders eventually left Mount Hyjal through the portal.
Galen opened his eyes and muttered to himself: The final moment is finally coming!
The Crusaders' demigods! The enemy will arrive on the battlefield in thirty minutes! Prepare to attack!