Everyone gasped.

I sat up in shock while on my deathbed and realized that the villain was myself.

They instantly felt extremely uneasy.

I thought it was just an early victory, but I didn't expect the guild leader to play such a big game, actually standing on the opposite side of the Dragon Kingdom players and the righteous faction.

The feelings you have as a player and as an enemy of a player are different.

At this moment, they felt the immense pressure from the densely packed army below, like an overwhelming tidal wave.

A few hours later.

Players systematically clear each building within Shabak.

The demon army's strength has been weakened.

High Priestess Tyrande went completely berserk, transforming into the Goddess of War under the moon, wielding twin blades, and summoning the Moon God Orbital Cannon to tear the Mistress apart.

Shiva, from the East Gate tribe faction, activated her banshee form and drained the demon leader dry.

The other commanders also unleashed bug-level skills.

Zhou Yi looked serious.

This plot-driven death is just too insane!

Archimonde, you'd better stand up straight!

The Dark Gate.

In fact, this place has already been built and opened.

Countless demons and monsters continuously rushed to reinforce the battlefield.

Akimund, however, lingered on the opposite side, peeking out from time to time, reluctant to come in.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go in, but that he didn't dare.

The cause, of course, was that he had been frightened by that figure a few hours earlier.

The thought of being hunted down by His Majesty the Emperor across borders makes me shudder.

That man single-handedly fought his way through the Burning Legion.

The master was so frightened that he hid in the Pantheon and dared not come out.

He's not human!

finally.

The righteous alliance gathered before the Gate of Darkness.

The Golden Guard of Bichon City, the Ironclad Guard of Stormwind City, Night Elves, Dwarves, Tauren, Orcs, Blood Elves, Kirin Tor, the Argent Crusade...

Each formation stood in neat rows.

Standing at the highest point, Zhou Yi actually gave me the feeling of inspecting troops.

"Archimonde! Your crimes are heinous and beyond description, come and die!" King Varian of Stormwind roared.

"Die! Die! Die!" the allied forces shouted in unison.

Archimonde, on the other side of the Dark Portal, could no longer endure it.

You little brats! I can tolerate being overshadowed by His Majesty the Emperor, but you ants dare to mock the Commander-in-Chief of the Burning Legion!

A gigantic figure was forced out of the dark gate.

Akmond, standing tens of meters tall, overlooked the entire arena.

The atmosphere at the scene was frozen to the extreme.

Everyone looked at King Varian.

King Varian held his twin swords aloft, frozen in mid-air.

Damn it! What are you looking at me for? Get him!

"For Azeroth!"

A roar of challenge dispels fear.

The allied forces launched an attack immediately.

A barrage of skills rained down on Archimonde.

The Starry Night Guild members looked down at the battle below, their mouths agape.

They decided to take back what they had just said.

Compared to this battle, the previous ones were child's play.

Archimonde's every strike could wipe out an entire phalanx.

Players were reduced to ashes in droves.

They were directly evaporated, rather than leaving behind a corpse.

The battle lasted for an unknown period of time.

The allied forces were almost completely routed by Archimonde.

Only the commanders of each faction are struggling to hold on.

The dragon legion suffered a devastating blow, unable to fly within the fel energy array.

A dragon that cannot fly is no different from a domestic fowl.

The Blue Dragon Prince was hit by the Death Finger skill and disappeared from this space, his fate unknown.

The Book of Changes is ashamed to admit that this "Death Finger" is said to bring devastating damage to the target, their children, and their grandchildren.

That's practically a divine skill that could exterminate nine generations of one's family.

May the Virgin Mary bless the Blue Dragonflight...

"Heh heh! Your worlds will all belong to me!" Archimonde began to cast a spell.

The Hand of Death!

All the NPCs' expressions changed drastically.

The goblin commander turned and ran.

Hand of Death: An unparalleled divine skill that instantly kills everyone!

brush!

The sky turned black instantly.

[Notification: You are dead!]

Zhou Yi's lips twitched.

I was enjoying the show so much, and then I lost my first kill.

Fortunately, he has the divine skill of Blood Resurrection.

The resurrection will soon be used on Caesar and Treading Snow Listening to the Wind.

The entire city of Shabak was deathly silent.

Akmond, only a few dozen meters tall, was panting heavily.

Using two divine skills in succession took a huge toll on him.

We also need to be careful of His Majesty the Emperor's sixth son.

Hey! Why isn't His Majesty the Emperor coming out yet?

Perhaps, that guy is also a clone?

The idea had just popped into his head.

Suddenly, a cry of an eagle echoed from the sky.

A giant eagle fell from the sky.

It landed on the ground, rolled a few times, and transformed into its bear form.

Malfurion looked left and right, thankfully no one saw his embarrassing state.

This damned evil energy array can't even let you fly!

He stared ahead.

"Archimonde! Your death is today! Come forth, Nordrassil!"

Suddenly, countless enormous vines burst forth from the ground.

Emerald green energy enveloped the entire Shabak.

Varian, Tyrande, Jaina, and others who had previously died slowly opened their eyes amidst the emerald energy.

Archimonde's expression hardened. "Damn it! Malfurion! Aren't you afraid of destroying this world?"

Malfurion sneered, "Even if it means destroying this world, I will never let the Burning Legion succeed! Tyrande, Jaina, Thrall, come to my aid!"

The three NPC leaders immediately leaped into the air, channeling the energy of the World Tree Nordrassil.

Streaks of emerald green light bound Archimonde, gradually tightening around him.

Akimund struggled desperately, but to no avail.

Just then.

Suddenly, a vortex of energy burst forth from the Dark Portal, enveloping Archimonde.

"Heh! You think you can destroy me with your ants? I'll be back!"

With a whoosh!

Archimonde was pulled into the vortex and disappeared into the Dark Portal.

Tyrande looked at her husband Malfurion with longing in her eyes, "My dear, you've finally emerged from the Emerald Dream!"

That bastard, he's been stuck in reality for so many years.

They weren't worried about their paddy field turning into dry land.

Malfurion waved his hand, his expression serious, and said, "I don't have much time. The most important thing now is to destroy the core of the ancient capital palace and the fel sandbox!"

Tyrande's breath hitched.

He retreated in a huff.

All the NPCs looked toward the Shabak Palace.