"Stop him!" Malfurion let out a final roar of despair, "Once the power of the World Tree is absorbed, it will be reversed and the [Breath of Destruction] will be released!

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In the distance, the elves of the entire Hyjal Mountains and even several surrounding regions were alarmed. The starry orbs of light began to fly towards the World Tree at super high speed, and those orbs of light were the most basic units of the Night Elves, the elves.

They are not only the craftsmen of the Night Elves, who can help the Elves collect wood and other resources, but they are also the final appearance of the Night Elves after their death.

The legend of the elves is not in time to be studied right now.

However, what is certain is that if Akmund's vitality does not fall below the lower limit, these soul state elves rush over to play self-destruction, which will only be to deliver food.

I'm afraid that I will be forced to fall in an instant, and then I will be made into a material for [Soul Punishment] all of a sudden!

"Stop him!!"

Mograini slashed the [Ash Bringer] in his hand for the last time!

Then he fell to his knees and gasped for air.

For an old soldier who went straight to the sixty-year-old mark, he was no longer young. The [Ash Bringer], which seems to be infinitely powerful and can blast the Scourge's soldiers to the slag, although it is a typical divine artifact, using such a powerful weapon also requires physical and mental strength.

After squeezing out all the power in his body, a brilliant golden crescent moon was split.

The golden crescent moon was sliced at once, but the moment before the final hit, it was dodged by Akmund.

A stout right leg fell.

But!

Akmund really didn't know what the hell talent was, but he was still climbing up with two arms and one leg.

"Stop him—"

Turayan was also desperate, [Quelzaram] burst out with a golden light like the sun, and the long pillar of light pierced Akmund's back directly from behind, burst through his chest, and even shot into the trunk of the World Tree.

It looked like a golden spear had pinned Akmund to it.

But......

In just three seconds, Akmund continued to climb up.

An evil black light glowed from his three hands and feet, firmly clinging to the skin of the World Tree, and began to erode the green on the bark of the World Tree at a high speed.

What's even more terrifying is that his broken right leg seems to have begun to grow a new leg that is too small and innumerable

"Stop him—" Tyrande was already crying, ignoring her blood-spattered right palm, still mechanically pulling her bow, shooting, drawing, archery!

Every ranged hero who was still capable of attacking pursued Akmund in a frenzied pursuit, pouring fire on Akmund's back, who seemed to have lost all his senses.

Even Gianna and the others rushed back.

But the effect is getting weaker and weaker!

Quite simply, melee professionals can't climb a world tree that feels like it takes at least a thousand people to hug in heavy armor!

Losing the damage of the two strongest holy swords, the attack power of the entire team suddenly dropped by more than a notch.

Now it's almost at a tipping point.

Akmund's vitality had dropped to a very dangerous point for him, but as long as he absorbed a large amount of the power of the World Tree and successfully transformed it into dark evil energy, then he could immediately turn the tables and not only kill all of Duke and them, but also kick the whole of Azeroth into the abyss of destruction just as he had done with his evil plan.

Tyrande, who was in tears, suddenly remembered that she still had the last holy sword on her side, and she suddenly turned her head and stared at Duke: "Duke-everything! please-"

Realizing that his side was starting to be weak, and after throwing the [Hammer of Destruction] for the fourth time, there was no hope of shooting down Akmund, and Thrall suddenly looked back: "Duke-it's up to you!"

Luo Ning struggled to get up from the ground, looking up to the sky and shouting: "The destruction of Dalaran-"

Mograine shouted reluctantly, "The fall of Lordaeron—"

Gianna flashed to Duke's side, her fists clenched, her fair skin flushed with anger: "Duke, my father and eldest brother's enmity ......"

Sylvanas reluctantly stuck his longbow into the ground and shouted, "Every Querdore's vendetta......"

Thousands of elite warriors who refused to evacuate stared at Duke in the distance.

Thousands of elf souls watched Duke.

Countless forces, everyone who threw themselves in front of the magic mirror image, gritted their teeth and cheered for Duke and them, stared at Duke deadly.

They're waiting!

They're looking forward to it!

They are thirsting for it from the bottom of their hearts!

They shouted in their hearts!

Pray that Duke Marcus, known as Azeroth's greatest hero of the millennium, will strike a deadly blow to the most evil and terrifying being, Akmund, the commander of the Burning Legion, for them, and for the whole world!

The gaze of being watched by billions of living beings and expecting them made Duke's heart extremely heavy.

Duke already knew that he had to go all out.

Only he, who is also armed with a holy sword, can inflict heavy damage on Akmund and create a chance for the elves to blow themselves up.

However, this is not possible for the doppelganger to do it.

A doppelganger is a doppelganger after all, and its strength can never surpass the ontology.

Kill Akmund!

The only possibility is that he goes directly to it!

No one knows what Akmund's final killer move will be.

No one can guarantee what the consequences of killing Akmund will be.

There are only two paths in front of Duke:

Either miss the opportunity and become a sinner for all of Azeroth......

Or become a 10-second hero.

Duke smiled.

Feng Yun smiled lightly.

That hearty and clear smile was to Gianna, to Sylvanas, to every lover who was silently watching him from afar, to everyone who trusted him and gave him his last hope.

"I went. ”

Softly.

It also seems to be as light as a feather.

But it has made countless ladies fall in love with it for a lifetime.

Duke's figure turned into a streamer of light in the next moment, and when he reappeared, he was already under the tree.

"Grom. The same bland call made the orc god of war fully understand what Duke was thinking.

The burly figure jumped to Kane's totem pole first, as if shooting a high flying ball, and Kane used his last strength to knock Grom high into the air.

It was the highest jump in Grom's hell roar in his life.