Chapter 953 Memorize the Strategy Seriously

Half a day ago, at the foot of Mount Hyjal, a huge battle was fought to determine the winner.

The Ancient Tree of Life Shamurian - As the oldest tree man who has coexisted with the night elves for thousands of years, its strength is undoubtedly very powerful.

Unfortunately, its opponent is Archimonde, the commander of the Burning Legion. No matter in terms of size, strength, or magic, Shamurian has no advantage at all. In addition, the tree man's inherent slowness makes it an opponent of the same size. There is no advantage at all in front of you.

In front of Archimonde, the old tree man who was as tall as ten stories was just an extremely huge... punching bag!

"Hahaha! Hahahaha! Is this the killer move you have prepared for ten thousand years? Weak! Weak! Too weak - being weak is a sin! The only fate for being weak is destruction!"

Facing Archimonde's wild laughter, the old tree man shouted: "Every living thing on this planet will resist the Burning Legion to the end!"

"It's useless to resist!"

"How do you know if you haven't tried it!?" The Tree of Life roared angrily. He moved his long and thick legs, which were as tall as a three-story house, and began to launch a final charge towards Archimonde.

Not only the old tree man, but all the remaining night elves nearby launched a desperate charge towards Archimonde.

"Hahaha!" Amidst the ferocious laughter, Archimonde pushed lightly with the palm of his left hand.

It was obviously just a seemingly meaningless false press.

However, the surrounding space seemed to be under an extremely heavy pressure, and everything within the field of vision was violently compressed into a big pie.

The next second, the space that had been compressed to the extreme returned to its original shape like a spring.

It was huge enough to cause landslides and cause the earth to suddenly explode with terrifying impact.

Ultimate move [Air Burst]!

The tall and slender bodies of the night elves were like grass clippings blown away by the strong wind, being blown away in all directions. In fact, each of them had lost their lives in mid-air, and fell heavily to the bodies hundreds of meters away. A corpse that has lost its life and soul.

Thousands of ethereal soul fires, like little sparks, were forcibly gathered in Archimonde's huge palm.

On that cruel face unique to the eredar demon, a disdainful sneer stretched out from the corner of Archimonde's mouth.

"Soul...punishment!"

Bright green, orange, and rose red, the souls of thousands of night elves were instantly contaminated and forced to fall. The evil reputation of Archimonde the Polluter was fully reflected at this moment.

Then, three evil auras exuding an indescribable nauseating feeling hit the old tree man's huge body at the same time.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Although the old tree man tried his best to launch a final charge towards Archimonde, but...

The solid bark that was once its skin dried up completely in less than three breaths. Pieces of bark peeled off on their own, blown away by the strong wind like sand scattered on the ground.

Its thick limbs made continuous high-frequency explosions, and the rapidly rotting joints could no longer support the unimaginable weight of mortals. The hands and feet that were once integrated were almost broken inch by inch.

The old tree man, who had protected the night elves for thousands of years, finally couldn't hold on any longer. It didn't even let out the last wailing cry, and its huge body exploded on the spot, turning into thousands of large and small fragments and crashing to the ground. The ten-story-tall body turned the flat land at the foot of the mountain into a small hill made of wood in an instant.

It is hard to imagine that just a moment ago, it was an ancient tree of life that should be one of the cornerstones of the night elves.

The magical image of Archimonde single-handedly destroying an army of 100,000 night elves and killing the Ancient Tree of Life Shamurion was being played in the war conference room on Mount Hyjal.

"Sure enough, modern arcane magic still has merit..." Tyrande had to secretly rejoice. Fortunately, she didn't listen to that guy Fandral and try to trick the Alliance and the Horde. It was necessary to reach an agreement with Duke first.

When this video, which even the night elves themselves could not get, was played three times by Duke.

Sal found that his right hand was shaking slightly. This had nothing to do with courage. It was purely the most objective and straightforward reaction of his body and mind.

In fact, not only him, but also superheroes like Grom, who had killed two abyss lords, had shock and shock written all over their faces.

I'm afraid everyone is asking themselves - facing such a terrifying existence that destroyed an army of 100,000 people in just one hour, do I really have a chance to win?

Think about it, even the brave and fearless tribal heroes fell silent, let alone other strong men.

But soon, the two heroes of the tribe and the night elves realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

The Alliance side was shocked, but only shocked.

There is no trace of loss or fear on the faces of most of the strong men in the alliance. Instead, there is a sense of excitement that is eager to try. Following the gazes of the alliance's strong men, others suddenly discovered that the focus of their gaze was none other than Duke.

Queen Xi sat by the window, feeling the cold wind blowing from the window, as if she didn't care at all about Archimonde's power when the enemy was facing her. She leaned against the window with her left hand and put her right hand on her waist. She said in a lazy voice: "Duke, stop scaring them. Just tell them what you find."

Mograine also smiled: "I have studied analyzing the enemy's situation and predicting the enemy's methods and movements for more than ten years, but I still feel that I am still too far behind you, Duke."

"Please say it, Duke, for the victory of Azeroth." Thrall said angrily.

Duke stopped being pretentious and directly extracted the most critical freeze-frame of the magic mirror.

"Everyone, please take a look at these pictures. These are the pictures summarized from when Archimonde arrived in Dalaran and the combat effectiveness half a day ago."

"I don't know if my summary is correct, but if everyone encounters a similar situation in the next battle, you may wish to use my opinion as the first reference for action."

"First of all, this fire, I temporarily named it [Fire of Destruction]: About every 30 seconds, Archimonde will create a fierce fireball. This fireball will move on its own, leaving a wide streak in the place where it has moved. 2-3 yards of fire wall. The fire wall will disappear from the place where the fireball appears 27 seconds after it appears. I have counted 18 cases in total, and each time the flame will only last 27 seconds. No more, no less."

"Then I named this [Soul Charge]..."

Duke carried Archimonde's strategy seriously. Thanks to the strategy team back then for summarizing Archimonde’s skills in such detail. Before seeing any new skills, Duke directly copied the guide.

But in the eyes of the strong men of the three factions, Duke is a god!