Menethil's Power

Chapter 662
Ah, Nordrassil.

When Isaacs stood in the shade and looked up at the tree of the world, no one knew whether there was any fluctuation in his heart.

After breaking through the outer defenses of Mount Hyjal, it would not be difficult to get to Nordrassil. The Kaldorei had mobilized most of their troops, and even the defenses around the World Tree were extremely empty.

This is really a tough race. Even if it is hit one after another, even if it falls into a situation of isolation and helplessness, it still persists and does not collapse.

But that's about it.

There is power surging in Nordrassil, and this power is not just the power of nature and dreams. You must know that it is planted in the Well of Eternity, even though the magic power contained in this one is the same as that of the one ten thousand years ago. It can be said that it is not worth mentioning, but after all, it has been ten thousand years, and Nordrassil has accumulated an extremely huge amount of pure energy.

Kaldorei and Nordrassil themselves cannot use this kind of energy, because arcane art and nature are completely different systems, and the guardian dragon did not seem to consider this issue when creating Nordrassil.This giant tree is like a container, full of mouth-watering wine.

Whether it is evil energy or shadow, this majestic energy can be easily transformed.

"Who are you?" A loud shout came from not far away.

The guards near Nordrassil have long since been dealt with, but there will always be some unlucky ones who happen to be patrolling here.

Without needing too much attention from Isaacs, a sharp green blade suddenly appeared from the shadows, alternately slashing across the night elf's slender neck, her voice stopped abruptly along with her life.

The dark force infected her lifeless body in an instant, and after a few seconds, there was no trace left, as if she had never existed.

Obviously, all the night elves stationed here ended up like this.

Several semi-illusory crooked figures appeared, and then disappeared again, and Isaacs still looked like a person.

Of course he won't be alone, maybe he used to be more accustomed to individual heroism, but now he must be cautious, after all, his strength is different from the past, and now he is no longer a man who has reached the upper limit of Azeroth's strength.

These former broken ones and now dark templars are the best guards. There is no need to worry about their loyalty. They are forgotten people, and naturally they will no longer have empathy with any other creatures, and they don't mind them. Which power is being used by the owner.

"This power belongs to you now, and I will help you complete the transformation. You will recover part of your strength and discover the superiority of void compared to light." Amon's deep voice sounded in Isaacs' ears at the right time, "of course This is just the first step, this tree contains almost the most essential energy of this world, and you may find some additional discoveries."

"No hurry." Isaacs responded lightly.

While he was speaking, a dark blue portal appeared not far away, and a graceful and enchanting figure stepped out.

"I said," Kalia put her index finger on her lips, pretending to be resentful but with a hint of teasing in her eyes, "you finally think of me."

"Sorry, my dear sister, I've been really busy recently." Isaacs shrugged, "Now I need your help, I want to extract the power of this tree, but it will take a lot of effort, and at the same time some guys Can't wait to purify me, the fallen, and I need you to keep me safe."

"Of course...no problem." Kalia looked at Nordrassil curiously. This was the first time she had seen the so-called World Tree.

Isaacs nodded slightly, the girl in front of him was someone he could trust without reservation.

He turned around and stretched out his palm towards Nordrassil, a small black spot emerged in his palm, absorbing power from the void, and slowly growing.Although it looks tiny, this black spot is like a small black hole, able to absorb heat and light from the surroundings.

This is what Eamon called "assistance."

Isaacs floated slowly, and as soon as he raised his hand, the black spot sank into the branches of Nordrassil. The giant tree seemed to tremble, and the whole thing became darker.

Some of its nature has been altered.

A peculiar spiritual channel was established, and Isaacs began to operate it with concentration, like a knife piercing a juicy fruit, trying to avoid the leakage of too much juice.

Calia stared at him, and only looked away after confirming that Isaacs had entered the undisturbed state, looking at the dark templars who were sneaking. As their de facto masters, the invisibility of these assassins was natural to her it is invalid.

"Akama." She called out the names of the leaders of the dark templar. "You are the only ones protecting him? Where's the blood demon?"

"According to Lord Isaacs' instructions, the Void Dragoons and other troops are participating in frontal battles with the undead of the Scourge." Akama replied in a deep voice.

"That's it." Kalia immediately understood that Isaacs seemed to be playing a simple slapstick tactic, and the other party was foolishly fooled.

Although the changes in Nordrassil are not very obvious, the other party will obviously not be unaware of it, which means that they will return to help soon. It is difficult to be sure that the coalition army composed of undead, Naga and evil orcs can delay the dark night. How long is the elf.

Then obviously some other means are needed to ensure nothing goes wrong.

Kalia lightly waved the Sargeras scepter in her hand, one teleportation rift after another opened one after another, and demons of various shapes kept gushing out of them, and the number was quite astonishing.

These demons do not belong to the Burning Legion. Kalia has not been idle in Outland for the past few years. With the help of the Scepter of Sargeras, she travels through various planes, hunts down and defeats demons with certain strength, and forces them to surrender. .

Now, this years-long work is finally paying off.

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"Let me introduce, this is Maraad, the high-ranking garrison officer of the Draenei, and this is Tyrande, the high priest of the Kaldorei, and these two are Prince Arthas and Uther of Lordaeron. sir."

The battle in front of Mount Hyjal had come to an end, and the invaders were temporarily repelled. Taking advantage of the rare rest time, Medivh and Khadgar tried to get the leaders of the three parties to communicate with each other and reach a certain degree of consensus.

"On behalf of all Kaldorei, I would like to thank Lordaeron and Draenei for their assistance." Tyrande first expressed his gratitude.

Maraad nodded slightly, while the young Prince of Lordaeron couldn't help showing a wry smile. He felt that it was a complete mistake for him to come here, but there was nothing he could do. The army can only be led by him.The Punishment Legion refuses to believe that His Highness Isaacs has fallen, and even has a certain suspicion of the royal family. Only Alsace can be accepted by them because of his fellowship.

The Scourge and the evil orc dragoons are naturally evil. Alsace still has a fresh memory of the disaster in Lordaeron's royal city a few years ago, but it is still difficult for Arthas to accept that his brother is behind them. .

"Strengthen your will, child." Uther reminded in a low voice, the old paladin's face sank like water.

Alsace took a deep breath. Even if he could no longer accept it in his heart, he should not let his emotions affect his judgment. All the evidence showed that Isaacs had degenerated into the greatest threat to the world. He should no longer have unrealistic fantasy.

Just as he was about to say something, the male night elf standing behind High Priest Tyrande and wearing a strange blindfold suddenly changed his face, "Nordrassil!"

Medivh, Khadgar, and Aegwynn were also aware of it. The former guardian was also present. He hadn't expressed his opinion before, so he couldn't help showing a shocked expression at this time.

Since there were no druids present, these mages noticed something strange through the fluctuation of the Well of Eternity, but it was obviously too late.

Khadgar suddenly felt powerless. They ran around and tried to unite the forces of Azeroth, but they hardly played any role. The battle in front of Mount Hyjal was not the point at all, and Isaacs was simply He used a trick to attract their attention, and then killed them with one blow.

Or maybe it wasn't a successful strategy, but a certain degree of crushing. Isaacs had the ability to easily approach Nordrassil, and the Kaldorei naively believed that Mount Hyjal's defense had no loopholes.

"The power of the well and the tree is passing." Illidan said again, he has the most keen perception of the Well of Eternity, after all, he is its creator.

Medivh also lost his composure in the past, "The situation here is out of control, we must organize all the high-level combat forces to return to Nordrassil immediately!"

"Let ordinary soldiers stay here to fight those undead?" Tyrande shook his head directly.

"There's no time to worry about that. Once Isaacs has completely seized Nordrassil's power, we won't be able to stop him."

This astral mage seems to know a lot, and can make a certain degree of "prediction" based on the information he has, but this ability is useless when facing Isaacs, and he can't deduce the opponent's actions at all.

"Do you have any plan?" Illidan said at this time: "The opponent has already begun to seize the power of Nordrassil, and has obviously made complete preparations. It's hard to stop him." He pointed directly to reality.

"Of course I have a solution." Medivh said coldly.

"What is the success rate?" Illidan continued to ask.

"Only half sure at most."

"Enough, it's worth a gamble." Illidan didn't seem to think there was any problem with this probability, "What is the specific method?"

Medivh looked at Tyrande, "This requires the consent of the high priest. Nordrassil's power is too great, and Isaacs's capture process must be relatively long and cannot be interrupted. If Nordrassil is directly detonated, it will only cause energy Spew, and the crisis of Azeroth will be solved."

Tyrande's face turned pale. Medivh's plan was to sacrifice Nordrassil, but this World Tree is the foundation of the Kaldorei. Can this race really afford the price of its destruction?

The corners of Alsace's mouth couldn't help but twitch. If this plan is successful, then the elder brother seems to be in danger.

Khadgar showed a wry smile. This plan is problematic. Ideally, the coalition forces composed of these three races should buy enough time to complete the preparations for Nordrassil's spells, instead of rushing into battle like they are now.And another fatal point is that it is very difficult for both Medivh and Khadgar to control the power in Nordrassil, let alone detonate it.

But unfortunately, the most suitable candidate has been lost in the dream before this war begins.

(End of this chapter)