MTL - Live Streaming: Azeroth-Chapter 1138 Reki · Winter's Last Ripple
Malfurion is not a person who is greedy for eternal life, but as the leader of the clan, he can foresee that if he suddenly loses the blessings of being free from disease and disaster and eternal life given by Nordrassil, his clan will definitely be at a loss for a long time.
Thanks to Nordrassil's blessing, the night elves have never had the habit of preparing medicines for their diseases, because they never get sick.
The 10,000-year life without disease and disaster has caused most night elves to form a thinking inertia. They think that the so-called healers are only used to heal injuries.
To put it more generally, in their view, being injured is nothing more than treating the head for a headache and treating the foot for a foot.
Ten thousand years have passed, and the sound medical system cultivated by Queen Azshara during the Dark Night Empire has long since ceased to exist, because there is no need for it at all.
Let alone the loss of eternal life, once Nordrassil's blessing is gone, the various diseases that may come to him at any time are the most urgent problems that Malfurion needs to worry about.
But Malfurion would think about this problem, which meant that he was actually ready to give up Nordrassil.
As a famous hero during the War of the Ancients, Malfurion is by no means short-sighted.
At the moment when the strongest demigod - White Hart Malorne has not yet recovered, relying on the four giant guardian dragons and the only three wilderness demigods alone cannot guarantee that they will be able to defeat a polluter who has stepped into the realm of a true god.
Even if he can win in the end, the damage caused by this earth-shattering and extraordinary battle to Mount Hyjal is likely to be unacceptable to Malfurion.
Instead of taking the lives of a large number of people to gamble on the possibility of Nordrassil surviving with a small probability, it is better to do the opposite from the beginning - to use Nordrassil's sacrifice in exchange for the least expensive victory.
"As for the treatment of the plague, Quel'Thalas can help."
After learning about Malfurion's troubles, Sharlayan made a promise without hesitation.
"As the commander-in-chief of the alliance's expedition to Kalimdor, I assure you, the speaker, that if necessary, other countries in the alliance will be willing to lend a helping hand to the Night Republic, which has made great sacrifices in exchange for victory."
A bitter and gratified smile appeared on Malfurion's face: "Then, I will first express my thanks to Duke Deep Shadow."
"Hey~" Malfurion sighed with a complicated expression: "I don't know if my people can adapt to the new life after losing Nordrassil."
"After this tragic war, the devastated Mount Hyjal is no longer suitable for habitation. Perhaps... it is time for us to find a new home."
Regarding this issue, Sharlayan was not worried about the night elves.
The actual territorial control of the Night Republic is very large. Even if the enclave of Feralas in the south of Kalimdor is not mentioned, the vast territory in the northern part of the mainland is enough for them to toss.
Since Sharlayan recruited Yin Lidan in advance, the pollution of Felwood Forest is far less serious than it was in the past. It only needs to let the Drew Yins work hard for 1-2 years to restore this forest to its original state.
For the time being, Sharlayan is not sure whether the night elves will plant the next world Teldrassil tree on an overseas isolated island as in the original history.
After receiving the aid promise made by Sharlayan on behalf of the Alliance, Malfurion, who had solved his worries, finally made up his mind to detonate the world tree Nordrassil and the new Well of Eternity, and destroy Archimonde at the lowest cost.
That being the case, Sharlayan also followed suit and stated that he would abandon the "original plan" as soon as possible and find another way.
Before Malfurion made a formal decision, Sharlayan submitted a different plan to the night elves... Of course, this was specially made to pretend to fool the night elves.
In fact, from the very beginning, Sharlayan guessed that Malfurion would choose a less expensive "backup plan", but as an outsider, he couldn't help the night elves make a decision in advance, so he could only spend more time making a bright side. preferred option.
According to the so-called original plan, the defense line at the top of the mountain, which the night elves gathered all their troops to personally guard, would try their best to hold back and wipe out all the regular troops of the Burning Legion, luring Archimonde to continue to advance towards Nordrassil alone.
In this final decisive battle, the Dragon Clan will also send a large number of clansmen to participate in the battle, and they will specifically focus on those powerful grassroots demon officers.
Although most ordinary adult dragons possess demigod-level strength, their actual combat effectiveness is similar to that of Azgalor, who was single-killed by Sarlayan not long ago, because they were grown out of seedlings.
If he met an orthodox demigod of Kazloga's level, unless he used elite dragons like Insarios and Kalecgos, ordinary dragons would not be his opponents at all.
Fortunately, Sharlayan planned to kill all the demigod-level high-level demons in advance, and the remaining demon sergeants only had the power of mortals at best, and could not pose a fatal threat to the dragon clan.
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In this level of battle, except for the special case of Stella Gosa, young dragons are not qualified to fight at all. After all, they represent the future of the dragon clan.
When Archimonde's lone army goes deep into the vicinity of the new Well of Eternity, the joint team composed of the four guardian dragons and the three wilderness demigods will practice Sharlayan's concept of righteous gang fights, and try their best to kill the polluters. His body remains in Azeroth forever.
But one thing to say, even Sharlayan himself was not completely sure about this plan.
With his current strength, he can't accurately predict the ultimate combat power of Archimonde when he is desperate. He can't figure out how much difference there is between the half-step true **** and the senior half-god, and whether the gap in combat power can be smoothed out by accumulating numbers.
Fortunately, this so-called first choice is just a cover-up to deal with the night elves, but it is actually an alternative plan in a substantial sense.
In case the plan got out of Sharlayan's control, then he would have to adopt this more risky plan as a last resort.
Sharlayan sincerely hoped that this alternative would not be used.
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Suffering from constant harassment by guerrillas for a long time, Archimonde was very upset during the march.
These flies don't do much damage, but they're incredibly annoying.
Archimonde personally chased it out several times and wanted to get a super-large-scale map cannon, but considering Nordrassil, who was close at hand, and the battle that would inevitably break out under the roots of the tree, Archimonde could only keep The idea of strength endured.
At this moment, Archimonde forced himself to ignore the noise around him, recalling the wailing and persuasion of Reki Donghan before his death.
"Watch out for the trap...?"
Looking up at Nordrassil, who was still exuding powerful magic power, Archimonde's eyes flickered slightly.
The polluter Archimonde is not really stupid like a pig, he is just used to solving problems in the simplest and most direct way, and he is too lazy to use his brain.
There is a saying in another world that people are about to die, and their words are good, and there are proverbs with similar meanings in this world.
Reggie Donghan's last weeping blood remonstrance finally attracted some attention from Archimonde, and he began to recall the experience he had traveled all the way after entering Azeroth.
There is nothing to say about the two battles in Ashenvale and Timbermaw Fortress, and nothing abnormal can be seen.
There is nothing surprising about the brutal battle with the orcs at the foot camp. The problem was the battle at the mountainside camp.
Archimonde couldn't confirm whether he and Reggie Winterhan were overthinking. He vaguely felt that this victory came too easily, and the enemy's will to resist was not as strong as expected, at least not as strong as the first one. Orcs in the first line of defense.
If Sharlayan knew that Archimonde had doubts about the development of the situation, as the planner, he would definitely be able to realize the cause of the problem immediately.
Because Sharlayan, who was in charge of the overall situation behind the scenes, unexpectedly fell into a coma during the battle of self-breakthrough, Onyxia, Valeera, and Stellagosa, who knew the whole plan in advance, were worried about his condition. Unconsciously, a little absent-minded~www.novelbuddy.com~ As the saying goes, a raging soldier will be a raging nest.
The attitudes of the three of them more or less affected the soldiers below, making the courageous fight that should have been gathered together seem a bit... top-heavy?
Reki Donghan keenly saw these abnormalities, and tried his best to tell Archimonde to be more careful before he died.
His reminders did help, but not entirely.
"snort!"
After thinking about it for a while, Archimonde, who was extremely confident in his own strength, gave up on further in-depth exploration. He believed that relying on his own strong strength could overcome any trap.
"In the face of the absolute gap in strength, the so-called resourcefulness is nothing but insignificant cleverness."
That being said, Reggie Donghan's deathbed remonstrance still left some ripples in Archimonde's heart after all, but I don't know whether the ripples caused by him will disappear in the end or will further expand as the situation changes. .
