The majestic World Tree has nurtured the Cadore civilization for 10,000 years, and it should continue to support this civilization, but unfortunately, this tree that seems to support the world has fallen into some kind of tragic pathology, and it needs an "operation", otherwise, the internal lesion will pull the World Tree and the entire Cadore civilization into the most terrible abyss.

The good news is that the World Tree has welcomed two "doctors" with extraordinary skills.

The bad news is that both doctors intend to resort to the roughest and most deadly treatment...

But there was only one patient, so the two doctors decided to make a game in front of the operating table first, and then the winner would be the one who took the lead...

At the roots of the World Tree, on the banks of the magical lake, the High Lord of the Darkblade with the Ember Bringer, the ground around him was covered with the cold corpses of the Lunar Priests, and on the other side of the blood-stained earth, Queen Aysara looked at him with a calm and resentful gaze.

"You're supposed to be bullying the frost trolls in Northrend... Why is it here? ”

With a queenly air, Ishshara asked:

"And why should you hinder my punishment of the betrayer? Are the Night Elves nice to you? You're going to go to such great lengths to save them? Are they worth it? Or is it... That little slut at Tyrande made some weird promises for you? ”

A hint of disdain flashed across Azara's face:

"Did she give herself to you? You crazy dead man! ”

"Save?"

Tyrion shook his head, and he explained earnestly to Azhara:

"This is not salvation, I'm here to punish the Night Elves, just like you... But it's a pity that you and your army messed up the grand debut of the Darkblade Legion, and my subordinates responded with a little "warm" protest against it, and I don't think it's a big problem... As for our participation in this war ...

The High Lord flicked his fingers casually, not looking at Azhara's eyes:

"We represent the death of all things in equilibrium, ma'am, and we will go wherever we want! Of course you can try to stop us, and that's fine, as long as you can afford it..."

"Get out of the way! Descendants of the Dawnblade family! ”

Asshara twisted her body and moved forward, and she whispered:

"For the sake of your ancestors who served me, I will say it one last time... Get out of my way! ”

"Wow"

The Ember Bringer let out a roar, and the heavy blade blocked Azhara's path, and Tyrion glanced back at the World Tree behind him, and he shook his head at Queen Azhara with some regret:

"This tree, I'm useful!"

"Huh?"

Azhara's eyes narrowed in a dangerous arc, her four hands stretched out, and a touch of dangerous arcane magic began to gather, and she looked at Tyrion:

"You're useful... What does this have to do with me? ”

"Buzz"

The cold death power began to gather rapidly on Tyrion's body, and the demon warrior form wrapped the body of the Great Lord of the Dark Blade little by little, at this moment, Tyrion's voice became indifferent, and in the case of the cold death gathering, his cold voice pierced a trace of overlap, and it sounded like thousands of voices at the same time:

"Your revenge? What does it have to do with me? ”

"Azara... Enzos's confinement, let me give you a piece of advice..."

"Go back where you came from!"

"Boom"

Violet arcane energy like a storm exploded at this moment, and the battle between the world's most powerful woman and the world's most powerful man descended on disaster from the beginning, and under the manipulation of Azhara's magic, those frenzied magic sliced smoothly through the temple under the World Tree like a sharp blade, whether it was the wooden building built by the druids, the stone building of the Moon Temple, and the earth nourished by the World Tree... All were easily torn apart at this moment.

Like a hurricane sweeping across the land, the Sanctuary of Mount Hyjal seemed to be thrown into the apocalyptic destruction of the world amid the ruins and the scattering of vegetation.

"It's not a small appetite."

Azhara's deep voice rang out in the arcane storm, somewhat mocking:

"I don't know, what the strength is... Akmund didn't dare speak like that in front of me! ”

"Huh"

Two combat knives several meters long, gathered by pure cold death, sliced through Aishara's arcane storm one left and one right, and in a staggered attitude, the collection of pure arcane was easily slashed at this moment, as if a god cut through the storm to soothe the anger, and in the blink of an eye, the frenzied magic that Aishara unleashed was completely suppressed.

In an instant, this ruin, which was destroyed by magic, was calm.

The fully formed demon warrior completed a perfect magic amputation, and under the manipulation of Tyrion's will, the huge death warrior carried the war knife on his shoulder, and the other knife pointed diagonally at the Naga queen standing in front of it, and in the center of the tall figure, Tyrion looked at the queen in front of him condescendingly, and he whispered:

"I'm sorry, but Akmund, who feared you, died..."

"I killed it with my own hands, by the way, do you want to know what Akmund said before he died? My Queen Azhara. ”

The queen was choked by Tyrion's words, she had also seen how Akmund was killed by a conspiracy by Tyrion, who was still weak at the time, but this did not make Aishhara fear him, as the most powerful woman in Azeroth, no man could make her feel fear, at least in this world... She is not afraid to be an enemy of anyone.

The Queen's fingers flicked in the air, and a terrifying magic flowed from her fingertips, and the huge arcane magic distorted the space around her.

Under Tyreon's gaze, huge streams of water grew in the distorted space, and under the very rough manipulation of Eshara, those streams were forcibly merged into a super-large water ice element, different from the water elemental summoned by ordinary mages, the thing summoned by Queen Esshara had very human-like hands and an upper body, and on its head, it was a chaotic face composed of high-speed water currents, and behind this giant element, the hideous ice protruded out of the body like bone spurs, This alien element is becoming more and more ferocious.

As soon as this thing appeared, it covered the surrounding temples and ruins destroyed by the magical storm in a thick layer of frost, and it was even endowed with a certain wisdom by Aishara, who roared at the demon warrior as tall as it was in front of it, its frozen claws waving like a roaring glacier, and like a loyal and fierce hound.

Azhara stood above the head of the ancient glacial water elemental, she looked at Tyrion on the other side arrogantly, an ice war bow appeared on the tip of her fingers, a halo of silver sand like a halo shrouded the queen's body like a battle armor, it was the arcane magic that was compressed to the extreme, it was the strongest energy shield of Azeroth, the queen plucked the bowstring, and in that light sound, she said playfully:

"Oh, ignorant man... You're as powerful as Hela's madman, if not as good as her, so let me tell you a secret..."

"Hela had tried to enslave my deep-sea empire and provide enough souls for her madman war, and in the few dealings I've had with her, she's... Never won against me! ”

"You... What are the odds? ”

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At the same time as the chaos of several sides in the Hyjal Mountains, in the dark mountains of Drusva in Kurtiras, the supreme sanctuary of the Blightcast Cult, the Blightcast Druids are engaged in a "great" cause.

The demigods Ansu and Rukma, as well as the awakened who were supposed to rescue Mount Hyjal, and the green dragon queen Ysera all stayed in the center of the Emerald Sanctuary, which was "cut" from the Emerald Dream in 10,000 years The small Dream Sanctuary was maintained by the super mobile Blightcallers, and the vitality of the seed of life was continuously replenished to this holy land, so that this small Emerald Dream has also expanded a little in the past few years.

On top of that, in the main plane of the Emerald Dream, the Nightmare War has taken over and destroyed most of the plane's order, but in the severed dream fragments, everything is still working perfectly, and as soon as they appear, the forest spirit warriors who guard the holy land day and night will immediately sound a warning.

These plant life, which is born directly from the seed of life, does not have the concept of "dream" at all, these guys are special beings who can enter the emerald dream realm as entities, they do not dream, and naturally they will not be captured by nightmares, which can be called the most suitable dream guardians.

"So, you're planning to resurrect three demigods at once?"

Ysera, who had just returned from the world of Draenor, looked at the Blightcast druids who were busy in front of her with some surprise, and she looked at Ansu, a demigod who seemed to have become very honest recently, and she asked:

"Can the natural roots of the Blightburn hold such a supply of life force?"

"Very reluctantly..."

Ansu combed his beautiful feathers with his beak, and he said calmly to Ysera:

"In order to undertake this fireline rescue, the Seed of Life will provide a huge amount of life energy at one time, which will directly drain all the current strength of that sub, and it will also enter a dormant period due to weakness... However, the Blightburner, the Boar People, and the Minotaur all agreed that the Primordial Roots of the Seed of Life would be planted in barren and desolate places, and that it would soon revive when the incarnation of the Seed of Life took root in those two places and was nourished by more earth. ”

Ysera nodded, she had heard of the Blightcallers' efforts to transplant the Origin Roots, but she was more curious about something else:

"What will happen to the earth that has been planted with roots? Will it be drained of life force? ”

"No!"

This time it was Rukma who answered her, the relationship between the Yang Demigod and Ysera was not good, and there was a big fight between the two women, and Rukma had also seen the Seed of Life cover the world with plants with his own eyes in Draenor, the Yang Demigod stubbornly believed that the Seed of Life was dangerous, but considering that its resurrection was also provided by the energy provided by the Seed of Life, it omitted the danger of the Seed of Life, and it replied briefly:

"The Seed of Life is a mythical creature from Draenor, it does not extract the life force of the world to improve itself, on the contrary, any place enveloped by its power will be filled with natural energy in a short time, and that energy will appear in the form of trees and forests, and the desolate and desolate place will become green and green..."

"Hmm... Does that sound like a good thing? ”

Ysera nodded a little confusedly, she instinctively felt that there should be other factors behind this matter, but now was not the time to think about it.

"Wow"

The figures of Deerhelm and Moyana appeared on the forest platform of the Emerald Sanctuary in the fluctuations of natural light, and the two powerful druids looked very tired, their wooden armor still bearing the marks of battle.

"Much of the Emerald Dream has been destroyed by nightmares... The situation there is terrible, almost like a war zone in the present world. ”

Deerhelm, while changing into a set of robes with the help of his apprentice, said to the others:

"Fortunately, the Dream Tower and the surrounding mountains have not fallen, and the souls of the three demigods are already waiting... Start the resurrection ritual now! That place could be taken over by nightmares at any time. ”

"Deer helmets! How's my Dream Legion? ”

Ysera finally couldn't hold back the worry in her heart, and with a twinkle in her eyes, she asked:

"Illanicus and those green dragons, any news?"

This question made Deer Helmet's expression change slightly, he glanced at his daughter-in-law, Moyana's expression was also a little dark, the Patriarch raised his head, and said to Ysera:

"The Dream Tower hasn't fallen yet, and the Dream Dragons have been badly damaged, but they're still holding on... But the Lord of Dreams, already..."

"What happened to my Illanicuus?"

Isera grabbed Moyana's hand, who said regretfully:

"Lord Illanicus has been captured by the Nightmare, a dragon has seen it over the battlefield, but it has taken on a different stance, and it is now called... Nightmare Tyrant. ”

"I'm going back!"

Ysera heard the news of her lover's suffering, and the sensual thinking from the female made the Green Dragon Queen unable to wait any longer, but as soon as she turned around, she was stopped by the deer helmet and Rukma teamed up, and the great druid said solemnly:

"You can't go back! Awakened, we haven't stopped paying attention to the Emerald Dream battle, that's all I can say... The Nightmare trapping the last warriors in the Dream Tower is likely to be a trap, and they are not content to capture the Dream Dragon, and the reason why they haven't launched a final general attack is probably waiting for you to step into the trap..."

"A guardian dragon corrupted by nightmares, that would be a disaster for the whole world!"

Compared to the persuasion of the deer helmet, Rukma's persuasion was even simpler, the sun flame demigod was wrapped in golden-red sun fire all over his body, and his eyes like sun gems flashed with eager light, and it said directly:

"Someone entrusted me with watching you! So you want to get out of here... Just knock me down first! ”

The battle between Ysera and Rukma was in high spirits, but just before the two women fought, Ansu's shouts rang out:

"Quack! Don't make any noise! They're coming! ”

"Huh"

The eyes of Ysera and Rukma shrouded in anger and anger were fixed on Ansu at the same time, and the storm demigod instinctively trembled, and it swallowed its saliva and said with difficulty:

"I mean... How much attention should be paid to the image, especially the identity of the two of you..."