Queldanus Island, ten minutes after the Seed of Life erupted.

The most important stronghold of Quel'Thalas, where the Well of the Sun, the most important treasure of the entire High Elf race, is now completely devoid of its once brilliant side.

A third of the vast and ornate complex built around the Well of the Sun had been torn down by the vines dancing in the air, and the remaining two-thirds were also precarious by the wild power of the rapidly growing seeds of life.

If he could, Tyrion wouldn't have thrown the seeds of life into the sunwell so hastily and let it evolve, but the problem was that he lacked enough deterrent power at hand, and the Eye of Sargeras could certainly easily raze the entire Quel'Thalas, but that thing had a more important purpose, plus there was also power from the Burning Legion within the Undead Scourge, and before everything was settled, Tyrion didn't want his connection with Neozu to be exposed.

This means that there are many, many methods that cannot be used.

And most importantly, neither Neozu nor Tyrion wanted the Well of the Sun to fall into the hands of the Burning Legion so easily, but under the condition of ensuring that the Lich King was not exposed, once the plan was opened, in the face of the outpouring of the undead from the Northlands, a Quel'Thalas could not stop such a force at all, so after many discussions, Tyrion and the Lich King made up their minds.

Destroy the Sunwell!

However, even if it is destroyed, there are many ways, Tyrion can forcibly detonate it, but once the huge magic power bursts out, it may completely destroy the entire terrain of Quel'Thalas, and even affect the situation in the northern frontier, which is what both sides do not want to see, so the destruction should be in a more "soft" way, which is also the purpose of Tyrion only telling Myra to sneak into Quel'Thalas alone.

He can guarantee that he will not be discovered by the Legion Eyeliner in the natural disaster, and before the Legion forces arrive, the rapidly evolving seed of life will also drain the magic accumulated in the solar well for thousands of years in a short time, leaving the well temporarily scrapped.

And the advantage of this is that the sunwell is connected to the magic node under Quel'Thalas, as long as the continent itself is not destroyed, sooner or later, the sunwell will be full of magic again, but at that time, the one who controls the sunwell will no longer be the high elves of Quel'Thalas.

It's the best of both worlds, and best of all, it's easy to throw the pot to another group of people to carry.

"Bang"

The golden water of the solar well, full of magic, has been drained by the greedy seeds, and the powerful magic accumulated over thousands of years has given it enough nutrients, and the seed of life that once almost destroyed the ecological environment of the Draenor world, after full recovery, began to burst out of its powerful abilities in the other world.

In the ruins of the inner sanctum, where the Sun Well was directly destroyed, under those scattered bricks and stones, it seemed that invisible plants began to grow rapidly, and in just ten minutes, huge creeping plants appeared in every place on the entire Queldanus Island.

And these "green disasters" are still growing at a rate visible to the naked eye, these plants are full of aggression, and what stands in front of them, whether it is a tall city wall or an artificial structure of the elves, has been swallowed up from the bottom by vines and trees, and the tide of plants triggered by the seeds of life is like an unstoppable explosion of life, and in a very short time, the man-made structures on the entire island seem to have been completely erased by an invisible hand.

This situation centered on the collapsed Sun Well, spreading in all directions to the entire island, and at the very center of the eruption of the origin of life, the situation at the mouth of the Sun Well was already extremely bad, and the green, stout, and golden magic vines engraved on the surface stopped their destructive actions after the end of the previous overgrowth, just like the pillars of the Temple of Life, using those vines to support a unique life structure in the ruins.

The hardened vines hung all over the ruins, and in the glow of the golden magic patterns on the surface of the vines, more branches proliferated from the main body of the vines and spread in all directions, and soon a strange "tree of life" was propped up in the ruins of the sunwell.

Those corpses... The corpses of the Phoenix Guards who died in this sudden outbreak of plant calamity were slowly covered by the branches of the vines, as if they had been "devoured" by this strange plant, and their flesh and blood would be devoured under the cover of this branch, becoming the insignificant nourishment of the new plant forest.

It's like no bones...

And in the cavity under the super life tree made of plants, the magic patterns of those vines shone faintly in the darkness, looking up, it seemed like they were in a special "starry sky", and between this dim and vast void, the battle between the Sun King and the King of the Dark Blade was still not over.

The two were separated for a moment when the source of life erupted, but the subsequent collapse and destruction of the entire Sunwell completely angered Anastarian, and when he realized that the magic accumulated in the Sunwell for thousands of years had been completely consumed, and most of the loyal warriors who had followed him had died tragically under the green disaster, the Sun King had already cut off the idea of leaving.

"I'm going to kill you! Tyrion! Did you hear that? I'll kill you! ”

Anastarian had never been angrier than he was in more than 3,000 years of existence, never more out of shape than he was now, a huge amount of magic shining beyond his robes, blowing his long hair up, and in a desperate and angry roar, fireballs as brilliant and dangerous as phoenixes burst wildly in the direction of Tyrion.

Those scorching flames fell on the vines of the Tree of Life, and even continued to burn, and in just a few minutes, the dim void was covered in the beating light of the flames.

This is the outright fury of a top mage, under this desperate outburst, even the King of the Dark Blades, who wields the power of frost, has to temporarily avoid the edge, but without the suppression of his own power by the sunwell, his speed is extremely fast, like a nimble night bat, bouncing back and forth in the hollow under the entire tree of life, those fiery flame spells, almost touching his body.

"Look at the good, Sun King."

Tyrion dodged with ease, and shouted to Anastarian, who was standing on the ground:

"I destroyed the Sunwell, but I actually untied the High Elves, do you know what keeps us stuck in a corner of the continent for 6,800 years? With our magical qualifications and magical skills, it should be us, not humans, who rule this continent! ”

"The sunwell shapes us, but it also binds us, like a warm nest where you don't have to worry about threats from the whole world, but you have to remember, Sun King, children can't stay in the nest forever, one day, they will have to learn to hunt on their own! I just pushed the process, this necessary procedure... You should thank me! ”

"Thanks?"

Anastarian laughed angrily, his mournful voice resounding in the light of the fire that had exploded in the darkness:

"You have destroyed the foundation on which the High Elves live, and you have ruined the future of your own people! Addiction... Without the sunwell, addiction would have ruined us completely! You calamitous exterminator! I'm going to slay you here today!" ”

As the words fell, a huge phoenix flame swelled in the Sun King's hands, and it was like an elemental creature with its own life, screaming and flapping its wings in the brilliant firelight, and pounced towards the King of Dark Blades in the sky.

Seeing the phoenix flames mixed with endless scorching heat, Tyrion suspended in the air moved his shoulders, he backhanded out two alien long swords behind his back, between the left and right, the thick and cold death energy exploded, the winter-like storm wrapped around Tyrion's body, he stepped on the vines and jumped between his feet, allowing his body to smash straight towards the phoenix that rushed below.

"Bang"

The collision of the flames and the ice burst out the aftermath of chaotic energy, causing the entire huge tree of life to tremble for a moment, and in the mournful roar of the sky, the huge flaming phoenix was completely slashed from the center, and between the scattered halo of flames and the explosion, Tyrion's figure fell from the sky and landed steadily in front of Anastarian.

He looked at the Sun King in front of him, the golden magic that wrapped around the surface of his body had thinned, which made Tyrion raise an eyebrow, he dodged a terrible magma fireball, and between his steps, the black figure rushed to Anastarian's eyes like a phantom, the Sun King roared and raised the magic sword in his hand, a brilliant flame halo wrapped his body along with the weapon.

The temperature of the land where the two were fighting rose insanely, and the sparks that bounced between each collision of weapons were as hot as slashed lava, and the royal family of the Sunstrider was not just a spellcaster, whether it was King Anastarian or his only son, Kael'thas. The Sunchasers have a very skilled swordsmanship, and with the special magic sword of the High Elves, they can give the mage an advantage in both ranged and melee combat.

And the special flame bloodline of the Sunseeker family can allow them to cover their bodies with extreme heat, plus the legendary magic sword in the Sun King's hand, he is almost not inferior in the melee confrontation with Tyrion, but mages are always mages, and it is not their duty to roll up their sleeves and fight with warriors and death knights.

After another collision of the three weapons, in the laughter of Tyrion, the erosion of the cold power on the flame shield has reached the limit, and in the clicking sound, the Sun King's flame shield was finally stripped away, and the King of the Dark Blade stepped forward by mistake, the weather in his hand swept over Anastarian's wrist, and in an extreme hum, the Sun King's body suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already standing on the ground on the periphery of the battlefield.

In the happy hum of the apocalypse, Tyrion turned his head, he looked at the panting Sun King, he saw the pain in the Sun King's eyes, and he said:

"Not only will this weapon destroy the body, it will also pierce the soul, and the wound of the soul cannot be healed, Anastarian, you have lost."

The Sun King endured the great mental pain, the Apocalypse tore off a small piece of his soul, although it was not fatal, but this soul pain still made him unable to concentrate anymore, he supported his body with the magic sword stained with flames in his hand, he reached out with difficulty to cover the wound on his wrist, the wound was frozen on the outside, and the flesh that was cut inside shone with a strange dark green liquid, obviously, there was some kind of poison attached to the sword.

What's even worse is that after losing the magic support of the Sun Well and fighting with the King of the Dark Blades until now, the magic in the Sun King's body has almost dried up, and in his blood and bones, an unprecedented emptiness and hunger are slowly rising.

"Addiction! Right? ”

Tyrion didn't take advantage of the victory, he stood still, inserted the Ash Bringer's sword embryo back into the scabbard behind his back, he looked at the silent Sun King, and he asked in a low voice:

"You feel the addiction, the hunger that crawls in the marrow, the curse that the High Elves are born with, you feel it... Very well, it seems that I don't need to defeat you anymore, after losing the sunwell, you will be crushed by yourself. ”

"Don't think!"

Anastarian's arms began to tremble, he stared at Tyrion, silently took out a quaint scroll written in Salas from the storage ring between his fingers, he glanced back at the dark and massive tree of life behind him, and after a moment of hesitation, he cried out:

"I've heard stories about you, and you've always boasted that you're going to build a new era... In my occasional thoughts, I can vaguely see the footprints of the dark blade commanded by you... You're not thinking about exterminating humanity altogether, are you? ”

"Nope."

Tyrion strolled forward, and he said:

"You may not believe it, but I really don't have any ill will towards you, except this time... You hurt my wife, the person I hold dear the most... My mother died in battle, and I can't turn my butcher's knife at the people she once protected, but I can pour out my anger on this land... I will destroy your country, and when you are displaced, the High Elves will be judged by themselves. ”

"Those who are strong enough, hopeful, and able to persevere, are qualified to live!"

Tyrion stood in front of Anastarian, he raised the apocalypse in his hand and looked at the Sun King in front of him:

"Now, do you have any last words to say?"

"Bang"

The legendary sword in the Sun King's hand was stuck at Tyrion's feet, and he lowered his head, leaning against the trunk of the tree behind him in the pain of the demonic addiction, and he said:

"If you can survive the all-burning Infernal Storm, then please take my place and give the Flame Strike to Kael'thas and tell him..."

"Tear up"

The scroll in the Sun King's hand was torn open at this moment, and a ball of fire jumped out of the scroll, and between the flashes of fire, Anastarian closed his eyes.

"He's the next... Sun King! ”

"Boom"

The Infernal Storm stored in the scrolls, unleashed by the original Sun King Darth Rema himself, unleashed in the beating of flames, and the scorching circle of light engulfed the bodies of Tyrion and the Sun King in an instant, and the overgrown plants around them let out an overwhelmed moan under the pouring of the most terrifying fire magic of the highest order.

In the midst of the panic and flames, a deep voice suddenly sounded:

"No, you can actually give this sword to your son with your own hands."

"And, welcome to join the Forgotten Kings with your loyal guards... Anastarian. Sunstrider, you and those ghosts behind you, will witness the destruction of Quel'Thalas, this is my oath, and I don't want to break it! ”