With a bitter face, Eitrigg reported his diplomatic achievements to Thrall.

Even though he had finally climbed down the cliffs east of Mount Hyjal with his severely injured body, his originally green face had turned slightly pale due to the intense pain and excessive blood loss, and his whole body was soaked with sweat, but he did not worry about his life at all.

On the contrary, this orc veteran was anxious about the survival of his entire race.

As someone who prided himself on knowing human society very well, he understood what this rejection meant better than most orcs who had not yet realized the crisis was approaching.

You have to know that even during the First War of Orcs, when the Old Horde rushed out of the Dark Portal and crazily slaughtered all the villages and towns they encountered, brutally killing women, the elderly and children and sacrificing them to the devil, both sides still maintained minimal communication, and occasionally sent envoys to negotiate terms, exchange prisoners, etc.

The most obvious example is that Warchief Orgrimmar Doomhammer successfully instigated the Alliance's Alterac Kingdom to rebel, promising not to attack the other's towns and villages in exchange for their changing camp to his side.

It has to be said that it was an extremely outstanding diplomatic strategy, and it could even be said to be a stroke of genius in the two orc wars.

Even though the Alliance had many outstanding generals such as Turalyon, Anduin Lothar, Daelin Proudmoore, and several first-generation paladins including Uther, none of them could compare with Orgrimmar in terms of military and strategic talents.

It is hard to imagine that the primitive and backward nomadic culture of the orcs and the social environment that advocates the supremacy of force can cultivate such a bold and careful outrageous monster.

Perhaps as the saying goes, true genius is never cultivated, but is innate.

So people are meant to be unequal from the moment they are born.

What one person may need several years or even more than ten years to learn, understand and comprehend, another person may only need a few months, weeks, days or even hours.

Thrall has always respected and admired Orgrimmar, as can be seen from the fact that he inherited his black plate armor and Doomhammer.

Unfortunately, due to the decrease of elemental affinity, the Hammer of Doom fell into the water during a battle with the Naga Siren and was lost. To be more precise, it was taken away by Zuo Si, a collector, who used it to study elemental power and the Shaman profession.

Currently, the great chief is using a new hammer modeled after the Hammer of Destruction.

However, the light emitted was no longer that of fire or thunder, but a slightly ominous blood-red glow.

Behind him were a full five hundred orc warriors equipped with similar weapons. They were the "Blood Guards" that had been formed not long ago.

These people were drawn from the elite of each clan. From the moment they joined, they automatically left their original clans and only obeyed the orders of the chief himself.

These people are the reason why Thrall dares to come and participate in the Battle of Mount Hyjal.

Because they are all blood orcs who have been given the First Embrace, they can increase their own strength and recover from injuries by killing enemies and sucking their blood.

Thanks to battles with Azshara's native creatures, such as the naga and murlocs, these orc warriors are no longer the same as they once were.

Although there is no guarantee that we can defeat Grom Hellscream and the Warsong Clan he leads, at least we won't lose as badly as last time.

Thinking of this, Thrall took a deep breath and immediately cast a spell to spy on the fierce war on Mount Hyjal through his spiritual vision. After about a few minutes, he came back to his senses and asked with a frown, "They are obviously retreating step by step under the fierce attack of the Burning Legion demons. It won't be long before the entire line of defense will collapse. Why are they still unwilling to accept our conditions? Aren't they afraid that the whole world will fall into the control of demons? Or has their hatred for me surpassed everything?"

"Don't tell me, I don't know either. The only thing I know now is that the female leader of the night elves is very tough and doesn't give me any chance to speak. Maybe... they are planning some conspiracy."

After saying this, Eitrigg finally couldn't hold on any longer and lay flat on the ground, allowing the shaman and witch doctor to treat him.

There is no doubt that the orcs are in a dilemma at this moment.

As they did not get any promises, they did not dare to rush into the battlefield easily, let alone lose too many precious troops.

But if we choose to stand idly by and watch, if the demons rush to the top of the mountain to seize the energy of the World Tree and the Well of Eternity, the result will be equally catastrophic.

Although Thrall was born late and had never witnessed the madness, brutality, and hideous appearance of the orcs after drinking the blood of demons, he had heard many people talk about it.

He would rather die than let the orcs once again become irrational monsters that only knew how to vent their desire for killing and destruction.

Just as the orcs were hesitating whether to join the battlefield, the Alliance's defense line had become precarious far away on the hillside of Mount Hyjal.

Especially the ammunition, which is clearly not keeping up with the consumption.

Some ancient tree people have already started to engage in close combat with the charging demons, while others have been simply ignited by the rain of fire that fell from the sky, and were eventually burned alive into a pile of gray and white charcoal.

There were even several gaps in a certain section of the tree wall.

Countless demons and undead rushed in through the gap.

However, just when they thought they could kill a lot of people, the heavy tanks that were on high alert came towards them, first bombarding them with artillery fire and then running over their bodies. Everywhere they passed was a horrific scene of blood and flesh. The gap was blocked by these huge guys weighing dozens of tons.

But the price is that many tanks were scrapped and paralyzed by the enemy's spells and physical attacks.

no way.

Wars fought with hot weapons are all about logistics and attrition.

This is why, although the Alliance's technological level has reached the point where they can equip themselves with muskets, cannons, tanks, and airplanes, they still have a large number of cold weapon infantry armed with swords and shields.

It's not that they don't want to replace all their equipment, but they don't have the corresponding economic and production capabilities, and they can't sustain such a high-intensity war for too long.

Therefore, the magical scene of cold weapons and hot weapons coexisting appears.

If Zuo Si had not given the dwarves the blueprints of the fully automatic assembly line and large mining machines, the Alliance would not have been able to fight such a luxurious war.

But the good thing is that the soldiers no longer need to fight the enemy in close combat like before, so the casualty rate is very low.

This can be seen by comparing it with the fact that more than half of the army led by Jaina was killed or wounded.

Anyone who knows a little about military affairs understands how huge the gap is between veterans and recruits.

The more veterans an army has, the stronger its combat effectiveness is, and it will not collapse quickly when it is suddenly attacked or hit hard.

Therefore, the reason why Jialiya could hold out on the second line of defense for so long, in addition to fierce firepower, more than 20,000 veterans trained from the Eastern Continent were also crucial.

Even the night elves, who were accustomed to big scenes, were impressed by the quality of the Alliance's military.

After all, there are few races in this world that can hold out for such a long time without fear in front of the Burning Legion led by Archimonde.

Those musketeers and gunners were even calm enough to reload their weapons when the demons were only a few dozen meters away from them, and then aim and shoot, destroying them from a few steps away.

But even so, the army has reached its limit.

It wasn't that they were too tired to continue fighting, but the warehouse of the Eastern Continental Army camp connected by the huge portal was almost emptied.

In addition, there are a large number of cases of explosions due to overheating of gun barrels and cannon barrels.

"Your Majesty, the casualties among the soldiers are increasing. I think we must retreat."

Uther smashed a demon's head with a hammer and gave his advice solemnly.

Unlike the rigid and dogmatic paladins of Faerun, the paladins of Azeroth never consider retreat as a shame.

As long as they can achieve the established strategic goals, they never mind showing weakness to the enemy and then luring the enemy deep into their territory to defeat them.

Jia Liya smoothed her long hair stained with blood and said without looking back: "Calculating the time, we have already exceeded the mission. It's time to give up the protagonist position to the night elves. Go and give the order to retreat. The gunboat and I will delay time here."

"Understood! Please be careful. You are the future and hope of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and you shoulder the sacred responsibility of revitalizing it."

Uther knelt solemnly on the ground and saluted the daughter of King Terenas, then stood up and shouted to command the Knights of the Silver Hand to convey orders to various combat units.

After a while, the soldiers on the battlefield began to retreat in an orderly manner in batches.

As the firepower began to weaken, the demons and undead finally tore open countless holes in the battle line and rushed towards the World Tree at the highest point of Mount Hyjal.

"Fire!"

Jia Liya commanded the aerial gunboat to turn around and bombard the fastest enemies.

She did this with only one purpose, which was to prevent the enemy from catching up with the retreating soldiers.

After all, in this world where bravery, sacrifice and glory are the mainstream values, there is no such thing as letting the leader go first.

On the contrary, it is very common for a king to personally cover the retreat of his subordinates.

However, perhaps because her attention was too focused, Jia Liya did not notice that Archimonde himself appeared on the battlefield again, staring at her with two eyes that revealed green fel light and a cold and cruel smile.

The next second...

He suddenly raised his hand and made a grabbing gesture towards the airship in the sky.

moment!

A huge hand made entirely of shadow energy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and then with a click, it broke the keel of the pod under the gunboat, leaving a big hole at the bottom of the airship.

More than forty soldiers in charge of operating the artillery fell directly from the sky and were smashed into pieces.

Many people were corroded by the shadow energy and let out heart-wrenching wails.

What's even more terrible is that this pinch caused the shell that was originally being fired to be blocked and exploded directly.

The exploding shells caused fires and detonation of ammunition depots.

In a flash, the aerial gunboat that was killing everyone turned into a huge fireball at an altitude of one thousand meters, and began to fall downwards while burning.

"No!!!!!!"

Uther let out a heart-wrenching roar when he saw this.

He was leading the Knights of the Silver Hand in a battle against enemy pursuers and had no time to think about anything else. He rushed alone to the place where the airship crashed, wanting to rescue Jialiya who might still be alive.

Unfortunately, the Doomsday Lord Kazzak blocked the way of the Light Messenger.

As a result, the powerful holy light and shadow collided and instantly erupted with a deafening roar and explosion.

Kazak was slightly better off. After all, he was of super large size and his tonnage was there, so he just retreated a distance.

But Uther flew backwards several hundred meters and fell heavily to the ground.

If it weren't for the holy light energy that healed the injuries suffered in the process, he would probably have fainted by now.

"Get out of the way! Damn demon!"

Uther struggled to get up from the ground, his face full of tension and anxiety.

"Weak mortal, you can't save anyone today."

Kazzak swung his huge sword and knocked the charging paladin away with one blow, his tone full of contempt and disdain.

There is no doubt that in terms of personal strength, Uther is no match for the Lord of Doom.

In fact, many demon lords in the Burning Legion possess powers far beyond the imagination of mortals.

Not to mention Uther, even Arthas and the Lich King can only be regarded as younger brothers in front of them.

Otherwise, they wouldn't dare to take any action just because they were being watched by a few dreadlords.

You know, the Dreadlord is notoriously bad at frontal combat.

But Uther obviously would not give up. After he got up, he immediately burst into a dazzling golden holy light and rushed forward again with a roar.

He didn't care whether he would die in this battle, he just wanted to rescue the queen of Lordaeron before he died.

At the same time, the wreckage of the gunboat that fell from the sky on the other side finally hit the ground and caused another explosion.

The flames and explosions that shot up into the sky instantly tore apart hundreds of zombies that came too close.

Just when everyone thought that all the members on the airship had died, a pair of blood-red wings ignited by flames suddenly spread out and immediately dispersed the surrounding flames.

Immediately afterwards, a figure like an angel of revenge slowly walked out from the burning wreckage.

Archimonde was immediately surprised when he saw this, and said in a slightly amusing tone: "Little mortal, your bloodline is very interesting. I can smell a hint of the breath of the Dreadlord."

"Devil! You can't get anything from me!"

Jia Liya glanced at the charred bodies behind her that were shattered in the explosion, and directly drew her sword and assumed a fighting stance.

Although she knew very well that the demon in front of her was definitely not someone she could deal with, she still did not retreat even a little bit.

"Hahahaha! What I want never depends on whether you cooperate or not. To be exact, even if you die, I can still peel off your soul and get what I want from it." Archimonde laughed and mocked.

As Tyrande described, the highest-ranking commander of the Burning Legion was too arrogant.

He had not learned from the defeat in the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, and still believed that the night elves' victory over the Legion was just a fluke.

Jia Liya ignored the Polluter's ridicule, took a deep breath, then soared into the air at lightning speed and attacked the opponent's most vulnerable eyes.

After all, the size difference between the two is too big.

Stabbing Archimonde with an ordinary dagger is undoubtedly like poking an elephant with a toothpick.

Although the latter may be painful, it is definitely far from fatal.

So the eyes naturally become the first choice of attack target.

What's more, Jialiya felt that the other party was so big that its reaction would be slow like many large animals, and it would most likely not be able to react in time.

Unfortunately, she miscalculated this time.

Archimonde simply opened his hand and waved it gently, immediately creating an extremely strong airflow, which blew away Jialiya who was flying into the air.

Not only that!

Immediately afterwards, a shadow magic instantly created shackles made of energy out of thin air, instantly binding Jialiya from head to toe. No matter how she struggled, it was useless.

The gap between the two is so huge that it's like an insurmountable chasm.

"What should I do with you now?"

Archimonde stroked his chin and smiled playfully.

In his eyes, what just happened could not even be called a battle, but more like one-sided toying and abuse.

Feeling the acidic saliva churning out of the mouths of the demon hounds around her, and the stench emanating from the zombies, Jialiya felt that she was only one step away from death. She closed her eyes and began to pray to the God of Contract in which she believed.

She did not expect God to save her, but only hoped that he could protect her soul from being tortured by the devil in front of her.

Just as Archimonde stretched out his fingers to pick up Calia from the ground and hold her in his palm, a dim light suddenly flashed in the air.

In a flash!

A stream of scarlet blood pierced directly through the right eye, smashing the entire eyeball into pieces.

“Aa…

The severe pain made the Polluter furious on the spot. He kept covering his blind eye, while his other hand was slapping around frantically, trying to strangle the arrogant man who dared to hurt him.

But unfortunately, after slapping for a long time, the ground nearby was covered with slap marks, but the enemy's sound could not be found.

Not only the enemies, but also the tied-up Jialiya disappeared.

"Asshole! Who? Who dares to harm the Great Defiler? Don't let me catch you! Otherwise, I will definitely pull out your soul and throw it into the twisting void to cut it into pieces."

In a rage, Archimonde looked around frantically and cast more than a dozen spells such as detection of invisibility in one breath.

Unfortunately, nothing was found in the end.

This made him even angrier, and he no longer cared about enjoying the pleasure of victory. He led his team straight to the last line of defense guarded by the night elves.

Seeing that their boss was personally rushing to the front, the other demons and undead creatures naturally did not dare to be negligent, and they followed closely and rushed to the top of the mountain like a tsunami.

After the huge army had passed, a black circle suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and Zuo Si and Jialiya walked out from it.

All the magic he used came from the Book of Medivh, and some were spell-like abilities acquired from his bloodline.

"Thank you... Thank you! If it weren't for you, I can't imagine what kind of tragic fate I would face."

Jialiya held up Zuo Si's hand and kissed the ring, her excited tone filled with lingering fear and strong gratitude.

"You're welcome. You have a more important mission, so your fate should not end here."

Zuo Si gently stroked the Queen of Lordaeron's cheek, soothing her overly nervous and fearful emotions.

"What should I do next? Retreat to the third line of defense and continue to resist?"

Jialiya pressed her right hand on her chest, trying to slow down the crazy beating of her heart.

Zuo Si shook his head gently. "No, that's not necessary. You have done quite well. You can return to the Eastern Continent through the portal before the last line of defense collapses. As for the rest, I will take care of it myself."

"you?"

Jia Liya was stunned for a moment, then an expression of ecstasy appeared on her face, and she stammered, "Are you...are you finally going to come into this world?"

“Well, yes.

The promised day has arrived. The moment Archimonde arrives at the World Tree, I will begin to change this world.

As for you, you should go home quickly and spend time with your daughter.

I don't want to have to tell her her mother is dead."

After saying that, Zuo Si held up Jialiya's beautiful face, gently kissed her forehead as a blessing, and then activated the teleportation magic to the World Tree on Mount Hyjal.

He placed one of his hands gently on the tree trunk, feeling the amazing energy contained within. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and he whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "Come quickly, dear Archimonde, I can't wait any longer. Now that I have the Skull of Gul'dan, I can sense the exact coordinates of the planet Azeroth the moment you start to absorb energy."

"Master, are you sure you can handle Archimonde? You know, in terms of personal strength, he is more difficult to deal with than Kil'jaeden the Deceiver." Gul'dan reminded through the soul connection.

"Why, are you frightened now? Or are you terribly afraid that the skull will fall into their hands again?"

Zuo Si asked back with a smile.

"No, of course not. I'm just worried about your safety."

Gul'dan hastened to deny it.

"My safety? Haha, I didn't expect you to be so caring. But this is obviously not something you need to worry about."

Zuo Si sneered and exposed the other party's little trick.

After a few days of getting along, he had come to understand Gul'dan's extreme dual personality.

As long as you are stronger than him and grasp his weakness, this guy will become the best lackey and is willing to do anything to break through the bottom line for his master.

In other words, Gul'dan doesn't have even the slightest moral bottom line.

No wonder the Burning Legion chose him to control the orcs instead of Ner'zhul, who still had a little morality and bottom line.

But at the same time, once Gul'dan realizes that his power exceeds that of his original master, he will choose to betray without hesitation and pursue more powerful power.

No principles!

No emotion!

There is only an endless desire for power and strength!

Gul'dan betrayed the entire orc race in exchange for forbidden knowledge, and went from being a deformed cripple who was bullied and humiliated by everyone to the most powerful mortal warlock in history.

While the two were talking through the telepathic connection, Archimonde, who was blind in one eye, had already rushed to the last line of defense. He tore open a hole with his unrivaled momentum and rushed to the front to release terrible shadow and fel magic.

With just one strike, more than five hundred night elves were killed on the spot, without even their bodies left behind.

What is even more terrifying is the large-scale rain of fire and the flame spells that are like fire walls, which are simply an absolute nightmare for the tree people.

In addition, Malfurion had already made sufficient preparations, so Tyrande led his men to put up a symbolic resistance before quickly ordering a retreat, leaving the necessary path open for the Defiler to reach the World Tree and the Well of Eternity that he had always dreamed of.

Looking at the towering tree within reach, the Polluter raised his head and gazed at the enormous treetops, and said in an excited tone: "Finally! The road to the end has been opened! The end of the world is approaching! Poor mortals, the time of judgment has arrived!"

As the last word came out of his mouth, Archimonde raised his hand and pressed it on the extremely thick tree trunk, and began to cast magic to draw arcane energy from it.

The feeling that cannot be described in words makes him addicted involuntarily.

At this moment, he finally understood why the dark titan Sargeras was so eager to conquer this planet and turn it into a second Argus.

Because the power of Azeroth's star soul is so strong!

It is so powerful that even though it was absorbed by the Old Gods for countless tens of thousands of years and suffered huge damage when the Titans arrived, it is still the planet with the most energy found by the Burning Legion.

Archimonde simply could not imagine how terrifying Azeroth's star soul would become once it awakened and became a Titan. It would be very likely to surpass the invincible power of the dark Titan Sargeras.

Therefore, as long as the Burning Legion can use the Well of Eternity as a channel to release the fel energy and corrupt the star soul into the scene of Argus, it will not only gain another powerful main base, but also obtain a second powerful Titan like the "Unmaker".

At that time, no force in the physical universe will be qualified to fight against the Burning Legion.

Even the Void Lords behind the Ancient Gods are no exception.

Just as Archimonde was immersed in the pleasure of drawing endless energy from the World Tree, a low horn sounded suddenly in the forest.

Then, within just a few minutes, a large number of ancient souls formed by the death of the night elves suddenly flew towards the World Tree from all directions. During the flight, they gradually gathered together to form a river of silver light. The number of souls was beyond anyone's imagination.

Although the magic power each of them stirs is very limited and cannot even pose a threat to any spellcaster.

But when millions and tens of millions of ancient souls gathered together, the magic network node at the highest point of Mount Hyjal instantly entered an extremely unstable state.

Especially the World Tree Nordrassil, which has absorbed energy from the Well of Eternity for ten thousand years and has long since become an enormous source of energy.

It possesses more power than even Archimonde and Kil'jaeden combined.

Before Archimonde could react to what was happening, he realized that the magical vortex caused by these ancient souls caused the energy of the World Tree to rush into his body like a flood.

Due to the extremely fast speed and large number of people, his body's ability to endure reached its limit within just a few seconds.

It then begins to destroy the internal organs, muscles and blood vessels from the inside, and the epidermis even emits a dazzling white light due to energy overload.

There was no doubt that this was a trap set by Malfurion.

The great druid wanted to use the sacrifice of the ancient soul to disrupt the speed at which Archimonde absorbed energy, and eventually allow the energy in the World Tree to be poured into the demon's body in a very short period of time, causing it to exceed the limit of what the other party could hold, until it was burst alive.

Especially once the Polluter has established an energy connection with the World Tree, it is definitely not easy to disconnect it.

Feeling the energy tearing his body apart from the inside, Archimonde finally panicked and waved his hands wildly, trying to kill or drive away these souls that were disrupting the energy transmission.

"No! No! No! Get out of here! Get out of here! How dare you plot against the Great Polluter! I will tear you into pieces!"

But unfortunately, his crazy killing behavior not only did not make the situation better, but instead caused worse consequences because of the explosion of arcane energy generated by the death of the ancient soul.

The dazzling light of arcane energy burst out from the torn chest and abdomen, and the whole person was uncontrollably stretched into a large shape and uttered painful howls.

“Aa ...

Malfurion, Tyrande and others in the distance saw this scene and immediately smiled with relief.

Because they knew that the plan had succeeded, Archimonde the Defiler was about to be stretched apart alive by the enormous energy of the World Tree and cause a violent energy explosion.

And the demons and undead surrounding him will be destroyed instantly.

"It looks like everything is over. We have won the war."

Malfurion spoke to his wife beside him with a slightly emotional tone.

Tyrande nodded slightly. "Yes. Although we have made great sacrifices, it is all worth it. In fact, I have already begun to think about how to clean up the demons and undead entrenched around Mount Hyjal and restore peace to our world."

"Don't worry, as long as Archimonde is dead, the rest of the demon lords and the undead are not a threat at all."

Malfurion put down the huge and heavy horn in his hand, and a smile appeared on his painted face. He did not notice the gloomy expression on the face of Falda Staghelm behind him.

As the druid leader second only to him in the entire night elf community, the latter dreams of replacing him.

But now, Malfurion has once again defeated the invasion of the Burning Legion with his intelligence and ability, and his personal prestige will inevitably surpass its previous level to an unsurpassed level.

This not only made Vandar Staghelm feel extremely jealous, but also made some dangerous and evil thoughts begin to stir in his heart.

Just when most people were immersed in the joy of impending victory, Archimonde could no longer suppress the energy gushing out of his body, and his entire body instantly turned into a beam of bright light that was impossible to look directly at.

The next second...

boom!!!!!!!!!!!!

His body was torn apart by the violent energy in an instant, and due to the previous forced suppression, the energy exploded more violently and destructive.

Several high-ranking demon commanders who rushed up to try to help the Polluter were killed in an instant by the spillover aftermath, without even the slightest chance to escape or resist.

Just as these out-of-control energies were about to be transformed into high temperature, high pressure and flames and released completely, a flash of green light suddenly appeared out of nowhere and gathered the originally spreading violent energy again at an unimaginable speed.

Not only that!

Even Archimonde, who was on the brink of death, got a chance to breathe. He quickly cast fel magic to repair his body, released the excess energy, and finally opened a huge portal next to the World Tree.

In a flash!

Hundreds of thousands, millions, and tens of millions of demon armies swarmed out from the other side and quickly swept across the entire summit of Mount Hyjal.

Such a shocking reversal not only shocked Malfurion, Tyrande and others, but even the Defiler himself was grateful for having survived the calamity. He quickly turned his gaze to the human figure who had appeared in front of him at some point, and the Skull of Gul'dan in the latter's hand.

After a full minute, he couldn't help but grin and praise: "You did a great job, mortal. The Legion will never forget the help you provided at the critical moment. As a reward, I will grant you powerful knowledge and power."

"Give me knowledge and power? No, thanks.

Because I just don't want that precious energy to be wasted.

Besides, things like knowledge and power, I can get them myself if I want.

Haven't you realized yet? I let you open this portal on purpose.

Otherwise, it would not be easy to find your home base Argus in the vast universe."

As the last word came out of his mouth, the container controlled by Zuo Si's consciousness slowly took off its hood and looked up at the sky. It did not feel nervous or panic at all because of the increasing number of demons pouring out of the portal.

Quite the opposite!

He had already seen the sparks flickering in the air and the superimposed spellcasting environment expanding in all directions from this center.

Just one second later, a huge hole suddenly appeared in the sky above the World Tree without any warning.

The dark tunnel leading to the dark void made all creatures, including the Burning Legion demons, feel fear from the bottom of their hearts! A demon lord obviously wanted to figure out what this thing was and where it led to, so he spread his wings and flew straight in.

But the moment his body came into contact with the rift in the dark void, it was instantly swallowed up by the chaotic and disordered primordial matter and mana. His body was like a firework shot into the sky, which exploded with a bang and disappeared into the endless darkness.

Even his soul was unable to return to the Twisting Void to be resurrected, but was swallowed up along with it.

Without the protection of the Planeswalker's Spark, no creature, not even a god, could survive in this terrible space.

For a moment, all eyes in Mount Hyjal were focused on the huge crack that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Even the noisiest little ghosts closed their mouths and dared not make the slightest sound.

Especially Tyrande, who had a very keen sense, vaguely felt that this was most likely an enemy that was even more difficult and terrifying than the Burning Legion.

Under the gazes of tens of thousands of people, a figure with flashing lights finally floated out from inside and said in a slightly tired voice: "This journey is really longer and more difficult than I imagined. But fortunately, there were no dangers and we finally arrived safely."

"Who are you?"

Archimonde was the first to break the silence and asked sharply.

"Me? Didn't we meet just now?" Zuo Si asked with a smile.

"Just now?"

Archimonde was stunned for a moment, then turned around and glanced at the extremely small human figure in front of him. He immediately realized what was going on and pointed at the latter and continued to test: "So... this is an avatar or projection under your control?"

"It's not an incarnation or a projection, it's just a wisp of consciousness that has descended. Moreover, with my arrival, he is no longer of any use."

As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his hand and quickly made a land card in front of everyone, ensuring that his connection with Azeroth would not be completely cut off due to any unexpected circumstances. He then did something that stunned everyone present.

He suddenly dropped from the sky, and at lightning speed he inserted his gloved hand into the chest of the consciousness-controlled container, crushing the heart in an extremely bloody and cruel manner.

Bang! With a muffled sound, the container exploded into flying flesh and blood.

But when these flesh and blood flew out less than two or three meters away, they suddenly flew back as if time had gone back and gathered again like the blood-stained iron glove.

In the end, it is digested and absorbed without leaving any residue or minced meat.

There is no doubt that Zuo Si "ate" his own container and transformed it into part of his own power.

After all, no matter how small a mosquito leg is, it is still meat.

What's more, he has to use this power to control the blood orcs to cause trouble.

After doing all this, Zuo Si picked up the skull of Gul'dan that fell on the ground, turned around and looked at Archimonde, and asked in a half-joking tone: "Dear Defiler, how should I deal with you?"

"deal with?"

When Archimonde heard this word, he immediately had a bad feeling in his heart.

Because this uninvited guest who looked like a tiny human was so mysterious.

Whether it is the way of appearance or the huge crack in the sky that is healing, it gives people a feeling of being unpredictable and unpredictable.

If the other party did not have a physical body, he would even think that this was the Void Lord, the Burning Legion's greatest enemy.

“Yeah, deal with it.

After all, I am about to declare war on the entire Burning Legion, including the dark titan Sargeras.

And you will undoubtedly be a hindrance and a nuisance.

Of course, if you are willing to betray the Burning Legion and become my subordinate, I can consider using a slightly gentler approach.

But if you don't know what's good for you, then the end may be very, very miserable.

So I sincerely advise you not to be ungrateful!"

The moment the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si suddenly opened his arms and activated more than thirty planeswalker cards.

moment!

Huge portals appeared out of nowhere around the World Tree, forming a ring that surrounded the Legion Portal leading to Argus.

Just one second later, the army of hell demons that had been waiting for a long time rushed out from more than half of the portals, and without saying a word, began to slaughter the demons of the Burning Legion and the Scourge controlled by the Lich King.

Some who are good at necromancy would even rudely control those elite units and use them as cannon fodder and servants.

As for the other half of the portal, what came out was New Phyrexia, one of the three great natural disasters in the multiverse...