Menethil's Power

Chapter 667 The Final Faith
The World Tree, which was hundreds of meters high, was activated, and the momentum alone was enough to describe it as appalling.

But the pressure it brought to everyone was less than one tenth of that of the man who had just left.

No one else needed to do anything, the incarnation of the Holy Light, this existence in the form of a powerful warrior, suddenly changed into a light blade of astonishing length, and Alsace felt that the corrupted world tree was cut in half. broken.

The huge remnant body fell, stirring up a large amount of dust, and almost shattered into pieces like fragile glass as soon as it touched the ground, which showed that there was no trace of power left in its body.

Such an exaggerated enemy was defeated, but there was no joy in the hearts of everyone present.

Tyrande was almost unable to stand, and barely fell down under Maiev's support. The brilliance in her eyes was gradually fading away, becoming dead and desperate.

It was gone, everything was gone, everything she held dear had turned to dust in just a few days.

The incarnation of the Holy Light was facing Alsace. Although he had no facial features, Alsace seemed to feel his gaze, and he felt a sense of familiarity for a moment.

But before he grasped this feeling, the incarnation of Holy Light began to gradually fade and disappear.

The two young priests were at a loss at this moment, not knowing what position they should take and what to do.

The coldness and ruthlessness shown by Isaacs before had made them ashamed.

A portal opened, and Medivh, who was banished to the void by Isaacs before, reappeared. The astral mage looked a bit embarrassed, and even the mage robe was a little tattered, but it was not a serious problem.

He had a gloomy face. First, he cast a spell to solve the Void Touch that bound Khadgar, and after the latter escaped, he didn't look very happy. He said with a mournful face, "We have completely failed."

Medivh's face was ashen, and he didn't answer for a moment.

"Not yet, we still have hope." Maraad stood up, he was still alive, and could even maintain a certain degree of mobility after forcibly taking a blow from Isaacs, but his face was pale.

"That's right, even in the most dangerous and desperate situation, you still can't give up hope." Alsace said immediately.

Although the incarnation of the Holy Light had disappeared, there was still a warmth in his heart, a sign of a connection with it, and he had a feeling that he could summon Him again.

This gave him some kind of subconscious support.

"Gather the power of everyone, not just the Kaldorei and Draenei, but also the dwarves, gnomes and high elves of the Eastern Kingdom. Although we have failed now, when we really gather all the power of this world..."

"That's enough, get out of here." A heartless, cold voice came.

After Alsace heard this, the excitement stopped abruptly. His expression was a bit astonished, and he looked towards the source of the voice.

Tyrande's eyes were dead, expressionless.

"Tyrande..." Maiev hesitated to speak.

The priestess ignored her, "Please leave here." She repeated: "The Kaldorei will no longer participate in your plan. We have paid too much, which is enough to be worthy of the responsibility of ten thousand years."

"But obviously this is not the time to let go of your responsibilities," Arsasu retorted without thinking: "The Kaldorei are still members of Azeroth. If this world is destroyed, will you survive?"

"Enough is enough." A trace of distorted resentment suddenly appeared on Tyrande's face, "What do you know? A naive young man? Do you know what sacrifice and giving are? Standing on the moral high ground is easy, isn't it? If so Your homeland was destroyed and your compatriots were massacred, how can you still say such a thing?"

She paused for a while, "What's more, the root of all this comes from you."

Alsace's face changed suddenly, and then his expression became bitter.

"Keep calm, Tyrande." Maiev whispered from the side, and then looked at Arthas and the others, "Everyone should leave first, as you can see, the Kaldorei can't provide much help now, we Now it is a bit difficult to even rescue those civilians, too many people died."

Arthas had no choice but to shut up, while Medivh took a deep look at the two night elves, then glanced at the wreckage of the World Tree, and said nothing more.

They walked back and soon came across Aegwynn and Illidan, who had stayed here to fight Xal'atath and Rai, and now their enemies seemed to have withdrawn.This is not surprising, when the master leaves, the servants will naturally not stay to fight to the death.

"Have you failed?" Aegwynn understood their status immediately.

"It can't be said to be a complete failure, at least we already have a full understanding of Isaacs." Medivh frowned.

"Where's Tyrande? Is she okay?" Illidan's tone was a little urgent, he didn't seem to be particularly concerned about the outcome of this battle.

"She...she should be fine, at least not injured." It was Khadgar who answered, and the young mage also seemed a little hesitant at this time.

As soon as he finished speaking, Illidan flew towards the top of the mountain without looking at them again.

"Now we can talk," Medivh asked Maraad. "What hope do we have?"

The Draenei defender's eyes fell on Alsace with deep meaning, "Before I came here, the Prophet told me that although the road ahead is dark, there will still be a glimmer of light."

"You mean the incarnation of the Holy Light?" Khadgar looked as expected, "But as we have seen just now, he cannot defeat Isaacs, and he does not seem to have a specific consciousness, so it is difficult to rely on .”

"I can feel the breath of the source of light in that body, which means that as long as there is enough holy light energy, it can make him grow almost endlessly."

"Then where can I get enough power of the Holy Light?" Khadgar asked, then changed his words, "Okay, I understand."

"Yes," Marla nodded slightly, "Let's go back and find the Prophet, he is probably ready."

A group of people walked down the mountain again, and they met Uther again in the temporary camp at the foot of the mountain. Alsace told the old knight what happened on the top of the mountain before, and the latter had a complicated look on his face.

"So, he really can't turn back..."

The Protos crystal in the camp has already started preparing for the crossing, but Uther does not intend to go with them, "I will bring the news back to your father and let him prepare, maybe the whole of Lordain Lundu needs to prepare."

Arthas could imagine how his father would feel.

The crystal started to work, and the light enveloped everyone's body. When his vision became clear again, he found himself in a strange space with a strange light on the wall.

This should be inside the Storm Fortress. This is a huge spaceship, just like the Hyperion.

Having said that, there has been no news about that ship for a long time...

A gentle voice brought Arthas back to reality, "It's an honor to meet you, young human prince."

Alsace responded quickly, and at the same time looked at this respected elder. He was taller than Maraad, his skin was like white granite, and his body exuded a calm and peaceful aura, making one feel like a spring breeze.

"Call him out." Maraad gestured,

Alsace took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and searched for the warm and firm feeling in his heart again, and then he heard the prophet's exclamation.He opened his eyes and found that the elder was also moved by the sudden appearance of the incarnation of holy light.

"This is the substantive embodiment of a firm belief and a noble soul." Velen immediately gave a definition, "Yes, it is completely composed of the original power of the Ocean of Light, and it will be the key to saving this world."

Hearing this, even Medivh and Aegwynn couldn't help showing a look of relief.

He hesitated to speak, but Khadgar noticed immediately, "Master Prophet, what else do you seem to see?"

"I feel that this avatar has something to do with your brother." Velen sighed and said to Arthas.

Alsace nodded slightly. He also had this guess. The incarnation of Holy Light felt too kind to him.

"It can be said that the supreme way of the holy light in this world is in his hands, and before being eroded by the void, he should have taken the initiative to divide this authority, and even this incarnation of the holy light was directly created by him. Condensation of faith."

"He created it on his own initiative..." Alsace was stunned, and then showed a joyful expression, "That is to say, this is the back road left by my brother? It is used to redeem himself? I knew it..."

Velen nodded calmly, "It can be said that there is a great possibility."

"It may be another way out that is not 'salvation'..." Medivh didn't say any more, he looked at Velen with burning eyes, "Master Prophet is saying this now, there must be a way for this incarnation to defeat Ai Sachs."

"That's right." Velen nodded slightly, "A naaru came to Azeroth with us. With his help, we can draw power directly from the Ocean of Light and pour it into this incarnation. The energy he can reserve Much higher than normal naaru."

The Prophet's gaze turned to Arthas again, "This requires your full cooperation, young man."

"Of course." Alsace said without hesitation.

"Then we have something to do." Medivh turned to Aegwynn and Khadgar, "Regardless of the final result, bringing this avatar to Isaacs is the last effort we can make."

"Then where will Isaacs go next?" Khadgar frowned slightly, "Even finding him is a big problem now."

"Ancient God." Aegwynn spat out two words from his lips.

"Ancient God?" Khadgar was slightly taken aback.

"N'Zoth no longer exists, so the only ones left are C'Thun, Yogg-Saron and Y'Shaarj. It seems that we have to split up again..."

(End of this chapter)