Enter World of Warcraft with Dark Skills

Chapter 227 Two Generations of Guardians

Little Pamela stood in front of the tree house. Today was a day off, so she did not stay at home. Instead, she chose to come to Teldrassil to visit her assistant teacher, Istaria.

Now Druid is a popular profession. In the words of the Godfather, it has learned the way of nature. At least employment is not a problem.

As long as you become a beginner druid, you will receive an official invitation from the Alliance. Whether it is Crossroads or Taurajo Camp, you will be offered a job with a considerable salary. The druid profession also has herbal medicine and tree cultivation technology as minor subjects. They are all very practical skills.

Because Fandral Staghelm entrusted his granddaughter Astaria to Taelan Fordring, little Pamela gradually became familiar with her.

Pamela's family had just experienced a sad event. Her uncle, Carlin Redpath, had died in battle. This filled the whole family with a depressing atmosphere.

She originally wanted to find her godfather, but he was either at war or on his way to war every day.

He didn't even have time to stop and grieve. His father, old Fording, lived on his sense of honor. He was supported by his strong will and noble spirit.

So little Pamela chose to visit Istaria in Teldrassil. It was afternoon now, and the hottest time of the day had passed. The temperature was slowly dropping. The climate here was becoming milder and milder under the regulation of the world tree Teldrassil. The vegetation in the Taurajo camp had changed from alfalfa to tall trees.

Teldrassil spreads its branches in the Barrens breeze as the sun sets.

It grows a little bigger every minute. Its roots dig deep into the earth. Its crown stretches into the air. Groups of elves revolve around it, and its palm-sized leaves wave in the wind.

Teldrassil is still a child, it can't speak, but it will sprinkle the power it absorbs from the star soul on every life that depends on it. It will shelter them from wind and rain, and it will also provide them with a place to stay.

The sun was about to fall into the horizon, and Teldrassil emitted a soft light, making the entire Taurajo magnificent.

Pamela stared at her own shadow in a daze. Istaria asked in confusion, "What are you looking at?"

Pamela said, "Shadow!"

"What's so good about shadows? Where there is light, there is darkness. Didn't the great lord say that light and darkness are two sides of the same coin? The brighter the light, the deeper the darkness behind it."

“It’s all about balance.”

Little Pamela said, "That's not the case. The sun is over there and the tree is above. The shadow should be behind it. Look, now the shadow is on the left."

Istaria immediately looked towards the south. It was already dusk, and the World Tree would appear brighter. But now it was getting brighter in the south.

A scorching wind and a world-destroying aura came from the south, and the branches of the World Tree began to shake. The elves flying around the World Tree gathered in the south. They combined their strength and summoned a thin barrier in the south.

The south became brighter and brighter, and clouds of fire appeared in the sky. Then a giant dragon with a steel jaw flew out of the flames. It flew from south to north along the barren land. Wherever it went, the ground cracked and magma flowed out. The trees were all set on fire.

The sky was covered with clouds of fire, and fireballs and meteorites fell from time to time. A doomsday scene unfolded before all living beings.

"Pain, suffering! My hatred burns in the abyss!
The world is beyond redemption. Twilight is approaching."

The Black Dragon King took a deep breath, and a huge fireball, unprecedented in size, smashed into the newly born World Tree.

It smashed through the protective shield that the elf had called upon with his own power, broke a branch, and finally hit the trunk of the World Tree, causing the huge tree to tremble.

"The world will soon be different. Some will cry, some will laugh. Some will remain silent. I was once Neltharion, and now I am the Destroyer of Worlds.

I am... the Cataclysm!"

The powerful Deathwing, with his body full of flames, fearlessly crashed into the World Tree, and the fragile barrier shattered like glass.

The elves who had put all their strength into the shields immediately exploded into points of light all over the sky. Their strength was so insignificant. But they still rushed towards Deathwing without hesitation.

"The Twilight Judgment is approaching, and you pathetic mortals are about to make your final appearance."

Deathwing's body was on fire, and he broke through the elves' protection of the world tree and approached the newly born world tree.

This new world tree was a branch of Nordrassil that Malfurion treasured, and it was planted by Tyran Fordring himself in the middle of the Taurajo camp. Then the three dragon kings and Chromie all blessed it.

This world tree is the symbol of the establishment of the Alliance and the pride of the Alliance members. It is also a symbol of peace that countless Alliance heroes like Carlin Redpath and Kelly Dark paid for with their blood.

Deathwing took a deep breath, and a stream of hot dragon breath sprayed towards Teldrassil. The newborn was about to be ignited and then burned to ashes.

Istaria stared blankly at the dragon's breath that fell from the sky. This blow was enough to burn her to ashes.

The blazing flames shot straight down, but Teldrassil was not set on fire, and Istaria was not burned to ashes.

An old figure stood at the front. He was tall and slender, wearing a high-level druid's robe. Underneath was a shirt embroidered with the Alliance logo.

Fandral Staghelm.

"You want to burn the hopes of hundreds of thousands of people in the entire alliance. You have to burn me to death first!"

Behind it followed two teams of druids, who channeled their power into Fandral Staghelm's body, allowing him to fight against the fiery dragon's breath.

Deathwing looked at the druids with contempt. There are too few of you. There are only so few. It swooped down. With a slap of its dragon wings, the few Alliance transcendents fell to the ground.

It caught up and killed a night elf with one bite. It used its tail to sweep Staghelm back. Then it blew out its breath again. Fandral Staghelm hastily summoned a shield to resist the terrible dragon's breath. At this time, a human in full armor rushed up, holding a shield in one hand and a war hammer in the other. The hot dragon's breath hit the shield right on target. The heavy shield was instantly burned red. The human was Gavinrad Doom.

He couldn't resist the full power of the dragon's breath, so he had to use the Holy Shield. But Deathwing was only corrupted, he was no fool. He immediately changed his target. He shook his head and blew out a mouthful of flames. The powerful dragon's breath immediately took away the lives of groups of soldiers.

Perhaps it was tired of this common attack method, so it flew up again.

The magma in its body emitted a violent red light, and its body seemed to be splitting apart. Fandral Staghelm suddenly panicked.

"Quick, Gavinrad, take everyone out of here."

The latter didn't understand why, but still led the Ezelena Crusaders to retreat. As soon as they left the land, a volcano rose from the ground. A large amount of magma gushed out from it.

If the newly grown roots of Teldrassil had not held the land tightly, a huge rift would have appeared here. This would have completely destroyed Taurajo. Even so, this blow also dealt a heavy blow to the Alliance. Many soldiers and even civilians fell into the magma and turned into ashes.

Deathwing in the sky laughed like the friction of steel:

"I am the master of the earth. Submit to my mighty power! Die in my rage!"

Neltharion used the power of the Earth Guardian to strike, causing chaos in the entire Taurajo. The world tree Teldrassil shook. Istaria and Pamela had to grab the handrails beside them to prevent them from falling to the ground.

Although Istaria was an assistant teacher at the school, she was still a child. She had experienced misfortunes that no one else could compare to. She lost her grandmother when she was young, and later her father. Her mother was immersed in sorrow all day long.

And a friend a few years older than her, she also died in the Battle of Mount Hyjal. She fought as a hippogryph rider. She was torn to pieces by gargoyles.

This made her feel seriously insecure, but fortunately she had a grandfather who loved her.

She grabbed Pamela and said sadly, "We are dying."

Pamela shook her head. She had seen the cruelty of war with her own eyes during the Battle of Darrowshire. The ghoul was only separated from her by a layer of wood.

She survived. Having a rich life experience is important because it gives you something to draw from. That's why different people make completely different choices when faced with the same situation.

"No, my godfather will definitely come. Just like last time."

The chaos caused by the power of the earth made Neltharion very satisfied while flying in the sky. Those ants were nothing. But those painful cries and dying wails could still stop the voices in his mind for a moment.

"You are smaller than dust. It is as easy to drive you away as it is to drive away dust."

They had been forcing it, whispering to it. Although it had asked for it, it had always believed that it was the duties given to it by the Titans that had brought it harm. Not only had they imprisoned it in a cage, it was also a cage that was like a testing ground.

It has already controlled many of the Tol'vir, and if it fails, it will not be able to complete the mission of the great being who can completely free it. They will activate the mysterious furnace and destroy all of Azeroth.

At this time, fierce fighting also broke out in the south. It was the Grimtotem that launched the attack. Of course, its good daughter, Onyxia's dragon army also launched an attack from the Dustwallow Marsh.

To Deathwing's displeasure, Nefarios did not come. Not only did he not come. He did not even answer the call of his great father.

Traitors everywhere!

At this time, Magatha Grimtotem had led the Twilight Cult's army and had a fierce battle with Demetria, who was guarding the temporary teleportation array.

After experiencing so many ups and downs and going through such a long time, the internal conflicts among the Tauren finally broke out.

The two teams of Tauren fought fiercely from different standpoints. The totems of both sides shattered at the same time, causing the ground to break apart. Everything around them was in a mess due to the violent vibrations.

Then an arcane beacon rose. A portal opened.

Deathwing was flying high in the sky with pride. He was ready to launch another attack. At this time, a small red dragon flew over and collided violently with him.

Keristrasza, she flew over from the crossroads. But she was too small, and she was far from being a match for Deathwing.

Deathwing thought he should capture her so that she could lay some dragon eggs for him in the future.

But it still chose to knock Keristrasza away, and then it took a deep breath and breathed a dragon's breath at the World Tree. It had to burn the tree quickly. The actions of these ants delayed its plan.

It exhaled a violent dragon breath, and then it found its target!

Taelan Fording walked out of the teleportation array.

As soon as he came out, a huge shelter enveloped the entire Teldrassil. Facing Deathwing's fatal attack, Tyran Fordring raised his left hand, and a crystal-like wall of holy light stood in front of Neltharion.

The fiery dragon's breath was blocked by the crystal wall.

Deathwing looked at the figure surrounded by holy light with his crazy eyes.

The two generations of guardians stared at each other at the same time.

(End of this chapter)