Elves, this is a very special kind of existence in the Night Elf civilization, it can be regarded as the soul aggregation of the Night Elves, from the moment the World Tree Nodashir is planted, when each Night Elf dies, he or she will return to the World Tree in the form of a Pokemon, waiting for the completion of the next life cycle.

Nodashir gave the Night Elves the ability to live forever, but the elves also die, and the "return" of the elves and the World Tree is an important step for the Night Elves to complete the reproduction of life, it is rumored that the mysterious Kadore civilization has lived in Mount Hyjal and its vicinity for more than 10,000 years for a compelling reason, and it is said that the reproduction of the elves has been linked to the World Tree.

Of course, this rumor has not yet been confirmed...

But in any case, the special form of existence of elves is indeed a sign of the Night Elf civilization, and the elf souls in the form of elves do not have self-awareness, they will instinctively entangle themselves on the branches of the World Tree or forest trees with moon wells, so in the stronghold of the Night Elves, thousands of elves can be seen in almost every place, and after the night falls, these special souls will light up the residence for the elves in the night, which looks very beautiful.

At night on the sacred mountain of Hyjal, the land dotted with hundreds of thousands of elves is a spectacle of Azeroth.

Of course, tonight, this beautiful scene, which has lasted for more than 10,000 years, will come to an end.

Malfurion's cold corpse lay at Tyreon's feet, the great druid still had a dying look, it was a calm that seemed to save and sacrifice, in Tyrion's vision, he could clearly see the pain in Malfurion's soul, probably because he had done something wrong in the two months he had been caught, outside of his own will... This made the sober Great Druid miserable.

So much so that this kind of sacrificial death is a relief for him.

But the horn that Malfurion blew before he died, at this time was held in Tyrion's hand, it was a small wooden horn, very simple, without any pattern embellishment, it looked like a rather ancient style ornament, and the power contained in it has been released in the horn blowing just now, as for the effect it causes...

The Great Lord raised his head, and in the darkness in front of him, hundreds of thousands of elves from all directions of Mount Hyjal were pouring towards the burning World Tree like a tide of light in the night, forming a river of flashes similar to mythological stories in the heavenly realm that was full of death, probably feeling Malfurion's determination before he died, and the flying posture of these peaceful and unconscious elves was menacing.

And these elves, who were individually weak, were grouped together in huge numbers, and the whole of Mount Hyjal shone like day under that silver veil.

"It seems that I have enjoyed the treatment of Akmund, which is not bad."

Tyrion looked down at the Great Druid, who was slowly being transformed by the power of death, and he looked up at the beautiful and dangerous scene in front of him, a smile of disbelief on his lips.

The elves are weak in strength, and the gathering of souls makes them lack attack power, but the aggregate of these souls often detonates all their soul power in a critical moment to cause damage to the opponent, and the self-explosion of one or two elves can only hurt the same weak mortals at best, but if these hundreds of thousands of elves in front of them self-destruct together, the damage of that pure soul power will be superimposed, and they can even directly seriously injure a big demon.

What's more, there is some natural connection between these elves and the World Tree, and at such a close distance from the World Tree, the self-detonation of these elves will also trigger the burning World Tree, and the huge amount of life energy remaining in this towering giant tree will burst out together.

That's no fun for any sane attacker...

In another timeline, in the 20th year of the Dark Gate, the Great Demon Akmund commanded the Demon Legion all the way to Mount Hyjal, and after paying huge casualties, the Civilization Alliance still could not stop the Great Demon from destroying the World Tree, and at the last moment, the Grand Druid Malfurio sounded this "Horn of Natural Wrath", summoning the elves of the entire Hyjal Mountain and even the Ash Valley Forest, and in that terrifying self-explosion, the life energy of the entire Nordasir World Tree exploded, Killed mighty Akmund in the center of Mount Hyjal.

The war had destroyed the World Tree and the Night Elves' immortality, but it was a suicide attack based on the imminent destruction of civilization, not unlike the scene that was now being devastated by Tyrion.

In short, don't look at the elves as weak and lack of self-preservation, when they come together... The power of these little men is also enough to change the world.

However, this Jedi counterattack method is useless against Tyrion...

He controls the realm of death, he controls the soul, and the power of the elves cannot harm the master of the soul, just like the huge flowing water, which still can't stop the flood that floods the world, which was mobilized by Malfurion to save the power of civilization, and in the end can only be attributed to the hands of the great lord.

"Huh"

Yuna, the little ghost of the Holy Light, appeared on Tyrion's shoulder, she was like a little hen guarding her cubs, holding a strange creature in her hand, it was like a fish-man, very small, it seemed to have just hatched from the egg, but this fish-man was a little strange, this fish-man was full of the smell of evil energy, it seemed that when she was a young body, she was already infected by evil energy.

And what surprised Tyrion was that this little fishman covered with purple scales all over his body also had horns similar to those like demons on his forehead, and on his body, there were also natural magic patterns formed by the infection of evil energy, and between breaths, this little guy could even spew out a fire of evil energy, although it was just a small flame, but its lethality was also genuine.

"Where did you find this little monster?"

Tyrion asked with interest, and Yuna happily grabbed the chirping, grumpy little devil-like evil fish-man in her hand, and said to Tyrion with a smug face:

"I won it... I call it a fish ball! Wow! It's so beautiful! ”

The little ghost Yuna sat on Tyrion's shoulder, she saw the posture of the elf in front of her converging into a curtain of light, she let out a girl's sigh, but the next moment, her eyes looked at the corpse of Malfurion at Tyrion's feet, and she suddenly let out another exclamation:

"Yikes! It's ugly and ugly! Why is he here! He's still dead! ”

"He'll wake up soon."

Tyrion didn't ask why Yuna would know Malfurion, this little ghost has its own secrets, which Tyrion knew a long time ago, but he didn't want to interfere with her, because although Yuna is kind and active by nature, this little girl who has lived for more than 20,000 years is not a little fool, she has her own little wisdom.

"Open the door, Yuna."

The High Lord reached out and grabbed a little elf that was approaching him and tried to blow himself up, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it, and then said to Yuna:

"Send all these elves to the Dead Realm... It's good material, and they're going to have a new lease on life soon. ”

"Okay!"

Yuna grabbed the irascible evil fish-man "Fish Egg" in one hand, and grabbed her star wand with the other hand, and between the faint blue halo mixed with golden light, the crack in the world leading to the Death Realm burst open, and the cold spirit wind howled and blew away the darkness over the battlefield, the call from the Death Realm made those angry elves become dazed, and the call of the soul made them turn around in the air and plunge into the door to the Death Realm.

As Tyrion said to Prince Pharodis, no matter how weird the necromantic variant, as long as it is still undead, it must follow the rules he set for the dead world... The same is true of these elves in the form of souls.

And those who were brought back to the world of death together, as well as those souls who died on this dark battlefield, those who were released The gods of death tied those painful souls with death chains, flying in the air with a strange and light attitude, and rushed into the world of death with the souls of those elven warriors, while the few people who survived the raging of the flying god of death stood on the battlefield with a blank face.

They could see that the Grim Reaper had taken away the souls of their comrades, but in the face of monsters that could not be killed with weapons at all, even the most powerful warriors would feel a kind of powerless and helpless.

This is not a war with the Naga, not a war that can be won with weapons and a strong will... How do mortals fight against death?

Tyrion didn't pay attention to the survivors of the war, he didn't care about the survivors, and he didn't intend to wipe out the Night Elves completely on this night, he looked back and looked at the World Tree that had been burned by the black fire of the soul and only the trunk of the World Tree, the ashes of the burned branches fluttered in the wind, but did not disperse, like a wanderer who was attached to his homeland, flying in the air into gray loops.

There is no frequency of ordinary flames clattering, and there is no scorching heat and destruction that comes to the face, the black fire that represents death burns the life force belonging to the World Tree, and in Tyrion's spiritual vision, the World Tree with huge vitality in front of him, the nightmare infection inside it has been purified by more than half in the burning of death.

"You can choose the more appropriate way, and you have enough strength to use those gentle ways, why should you always use pain to achieve your ends? Even if it's doing good! ”

Elune's veil-like voice resounded in Tyrion's mind, and it drew an image like a young girl who felt grief as she watched the World Tree wither, and she asked softly:

"Tyrion, is this really your bad taste? Or is it a manifestation of your malice towards the world? Why do you hate the world so much? Why do you hate me so much? ”

The High Lord did not answer the question immediately, he reached out and removed a half-burned leaf from the ashes of the World Tree flying in front of him, and he looked at the dark red lines on the leaf that were corroded by nightmares, and he whispered:

"Because death, death is not a warm light, not a peaceful nature, not an arcane art that represents order, death is cruel, and its appearance must be accompanied by pain."

"Elune, my friend, I know that you want these "heroes" to be filled with the faith of protection and love, with incomparable justice to break through the shackles of fate, I admit that protection and love are indeed the beliefs that can make people embark on the road to salvation, but, you and I need time now, we don't have so much time for them to change slowly..."

The hand of the Great Lord commanded, and the half-burned leaf was thrown into the flames, and it was quickly burned clean, and between the hand of Tyrion, the gate of the Dead Realm opened by Yuna expanded rapidly at this moment, and soon formed a towering gate in the shape of a sharp cone, in the frantic howling of the wind of the Spirit Realm, the gate was more like the kiss of a giant beast opened in the Death Realm in the present world, as if it was about to tear off a piece of this world.

"So I'm going to use a more violent, more purposeful belief into an endless whipping to push them all the way on the road of revenge, hatred! The Tyrande you choose, and the Illidan I'm going to portray, they both need this hatred and pain to make them grow quickly... You see, I generously gave them what they needed most! ”

As Tyrion and his partner Elune spoke, his fingers flicking forward in the gale, the rift of the dead roaring forward, and in a muffled voice like a beast swallowing water, the dark border, like closed fangs, swallowed the tree of the world that burned in the last of the night into the rim of the dead.

The High Lord never wanted to leave the World Tree in Mount Hyjal... He would indeed burn the tree, but after that raging black fire, more useful life would be born, after all, he had told Azshara from the beginning, this tree... He works!

"The world calls me the Destroyer, and it doesn't matter if you call me the Great Demon King... You know what despair we are going to face, and it will take a myriad of forces to break through that despair, but it definitely doesn't include the gossip of mortals... As long as there is a perfect result, what kind of method and process is taken, it doesn't matter anymore..."

Tyrion's hands intertwined and closed like a curtain closing the stage, and the next moment, the rift in the dead realm that had put the World Tree Nodashir in the shadows suddenly closed, and the moment the first rays of dawn of Mount Hyjal shone through the darkness and illuminated the earth, in the position of the original World Tree, the towering tree completely disappeared, like a sign of the times, completely extinguished with the collapse of the times, and above the pool of lake that shone like moonlight, only some ashes were left with nowhere to place.

Like the leaves that have finally withered, in a sad gesture, they slowly sink into the meaningless waters of the Luna Lake.

The Great Lord turned his head and looked at the sunlight that appeared in the sky, he squinted his eyes and whispered:

"I know, you approve of me, and you know that I did everything right, Elune... That's why you'll let me do this. ”

"Go ahead, do what you have to do... I'll accompany you through this scene, but hurry up..."

"I'm tired."