Volume 9: Disaster Chapter 570: Meeting at Mount Hyjal
The tranquil Mount Hyjal has been a holy place for the night elves for ten thousand years. Since the beginning of the Great Schism, their former homeland has sunk into the ocean, and Mount Hyjal has become the spiritual home and spiritual sustenance of the night elves.
The World Tree planted on the top of Mount Hyjal became the source of eternal life for the night elves.
In order to ensure that this holy mountain is not disturbed, the Holy Tree Legion has been stationed around the World Tree for ten thousand years. Any invaders who attempt to break in will be killed mercilessly by the night elves.
However, today, this sacred mountain that was once so peaceful has become a huge and noisy military camp.
Endless military camps stretched out in a circle, extending around the holy mountain. Countless human farmers, orc laborers, goblin engineers, and dwarf craftsmen were hammering stones, sawing huge trees, smelting steel, and building fortresses and towers rising from the ground.
The dwarf mounted the cannon on the turret, with the black muzzle pointing towards the plain in the distance.
The orcs arranged the crossbows layer by layer, decorating the military camp fortress like a hedgehog.
Human craftsmen built city walls and arranged a tight defense line layer by layer.
The goblin sappers have laid mines in strategic locations, and any intruders will be subjected to the art of explosion.
The allies are busy.
Malfurion and Tyrande looked at the felled trees, mined ores, and excavated ridges with great pain.
Although I know that environmental destruction is inevitable in order to build the defense line, I still feel sad.
Malfurion (Arch Druid): "Dear, for the safety of the World Tree and the future of the Night Elves, all this is worth it. Trees can grow again after falling, but if the power of the Well of Eternity is stolen by the demons, the whole world will fall into doomsday."
Tyrande (High Priestess): "I understand, dear. I know this is a necessary sacrifice. Don't try to persuade me. I know my priorities."
A female hunter came galloping towards them riding a moon-blade leopard.
"Lord Tyrande, Lord Malfurion, a new reinforcement commander has requested an audience."
"Of course, bring him up. We must welcome allies who come from afar."
Soon, Garithos arrived at the night elf camp with several knights.
Garithos looked at the different environment around him with some curiosity. Behind him, Sylvanas also looked like a curious baby.
"Hail to you, Elf King."
"I am not a king. I am Archdruid Malfurion, the leader of the night elves. You can call me Archdruid."
"Okay, Elf King. I have brought another 5,000 craftsmen with me. We are going to build a circular road halfway up the mountain to block the main path up the mountain. We may have to cut down some trees..."
Malfurion sighed, "Follow me."
Sylvanas looked at the huge tree tower in the style of the night elves in front of her with mixed feelings. Is this the ancient home of the high elves? Was it King Dath'Remar who led his people from here to the eastern continent ten thousand years ago?
Unlike those elven nobles who played with magic, the Windrunner family took ranger as their main profession, and therefore were closer to nature. This time, Kael'thas ordered Sylvanas to be the leader of the reinforcements sent by Quel'Thalas to Mount Hyjal.
"Greetings to you, Lady Tyrande. I have brought three thousand elven rangers with me. I wonder where I should station them?"
Tyrande was quite fond of Sylvanas, compared to those barbaric orcs, rugged dwarves, and arrogant humans.
She still felt closer to her elf cousin, especially since she was also a female ranger, which made her feel comforted.
It seems that although the high elves have fallen into the use of magic, at least some of them still retain their nature of being close to nature.
"Ah, a compatriot from the far east, welcome to your young generation. We were once the same race. Although the differences ten thousand years ago caused us to go our separate ways, we are now facing our common enemy and I am glad to be able to fight side by side again. May Elune be with you.
Please follow me, your ranger troops should have similar tactics to the night elves’ sentinels, and can act together with my men…”
Army after army arrived at the foot of Mount Hyjal.
Looking at the increasing number of troops, Malfurion's heart was filled with confidence. Facing the threat of the Burning Legion, the intelligent races of this world united again, just like the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago.
The difference is that ten thousand years ago, the night elves were united with many powerful creatures such as the demigods of the wilderness and guardian dragons.
But now, fighting alongside the night elves are mortal races such as humans, dwarves, gnomes, and orcs.
Times have indeed changed.
A huge crow slowly descended from the sky and transformed into a druid.
"Lord Malfurion, I bring you good news. Lord Cenarius has been reborn in Moonglade."
Great! Malfurion was immediately excited.
The demigod of the wilderness can borrow the power of nature to resurrect, and now that his teacher has returned from the dead, everything is finally stable.
Before they could be happy for long, they saw Maiev and a team of shadow guards rushing through the coalition camp and arriving at the mountainside.
Hey, even Maiev has come to join the battle?
"Damn it, did you do it? Did you rescue Illidan from the dungeon?"
"What on earth are you talking about, Maiev? Isn't Illidan imprisoned in the dungeons of Shadow Keep?"
"Just a few days ago, several humans rescued Illidan from Shadow Castle. Look at the humans in the camp below, and you still say it wasn't you who ordered it!"
Malfurion's heart suddenly tightened. He was afraid that this troublesome younger brother would cause him trouble again.
"Calm down, Maiev. Humans are here to help us fight the Burning Legion. Now that we are facing a powerful enemy, put aside the hatred in your heart. We have more important enemies to fight."
Maiev was about to get angry when a druid came to report.
"Lord Malfurion, Prince Aidan has arrived."
Malfurion's expression suddenly turned serious after hearing this.
"Maiev, we will talk about Illidan later. Now follow me to greet our guests."
Malfurion is an old acquaintance of Prince Aidan.
This was not the first time the two had met. In the war against the Zerg in Ahn'Qiraj, Aidan participated in the battle as a powerful reinforcement and even joined forces with the Emperor of God to kill C'Thun.
Therefore, Aidan has a very high reputation in the night elf society.
As the leader of the night elves, Malfurion always pays attention to the situation around the world, and he is even more aware of the fact that Prince Aidan has mastered the power of the incarnation of the ancient dragon king.
Therefore, Aidan is of great importance.
He even went down the mountain to greet him personally.
From afar, you can see the majestic formation of thousands of Dragon Knights of the Dragon Knights.
Malfurion (Arch Druid): "Ah, Prince Aidan, I didn't expect you to be here too. It's really a delight. The Burning Legion is about to launch an attack. In this difficult time, we very much welcome a powerful warrior like you!"
Seeing Malfurion being so enthusiastic, Murphy greeted him politely.
Aidan (Protector of Alterac): "Don't worry, Lord Malfurion. With so many heroes joining the battle, the demon army will not succeed."
"I hope so. I have arranged the best camp for your troops. It is on the mountain. Please follow me."
Mount Hyjal is a holy place for the night elves, so outsiders cannot enter it at will. Therefore, most of the allies were arranged to defend at the foot of the mountain.
Out of distrust of the orcs, the orcs' camps were arranged in the outermost areas, not even on the main routes. This way, even if the orcs did something weird, it would not have much .
The situation of the alliance is slightly better, and a large number of non-release areas are given, but it only stops at halfway up the mountain.
However, the Dragon Knights brought by Murphy received great preferential treatment and were directly arranged at a position lower on the top of the mountain, only one step away from the World Tree.
The reason for doing this is, firstly, because of Murphy's high reputation, and secondly, Malfurion is very clear about Murphy's strength. This lord of the ancient dragons is undoubtedly the most powerful ally in the fight against Archimonde, so naturally he must be placed in a key position.
If the people at the foot of the mountain can't hold out and Archimonde attacks us, we'll have a decisive battle with him here. Although Kalimdor is big, if the enemy reaches this place, we can never retreat a step.
Naturally, we need to arrange a few strong men to take charge.
While arranging the stationing of Murphy's troops, Malfurion thought to himself - I hope Illidan won't cause any trouble for me.
…
Boom! The heavy stone door was smashed to pieces, and the ancient temple that was buried by the explosion ten thousand years ago was finally opened again.
"Look, this is the Sahrama Temple! That group of Titan worshippers offer sacrifices to their 'god' here. The funny thing is that the Titans never respond to their believers. These stupid lunatics can't tell the difference between faith and delusion.
Their only use was to excavate and preserve several Titan relics. I remember that they were in this hall - yes, that's it!"
While Illidan was recalling his past memories, he blasted open another stone door. His actions were extremely decisive, and he didn't care at all about the damage his brutal methods might cause to the temple.
Behind the stone gate, a huge platinum-colored disc appeared in the sight of several people.
"Yes, this is it - the Mirror of Norgannon! It is a treasure used by Norgannon, the guardian of magic and knowledge in legend. It is said that it was Norgannon who tamed the wild primitive magic and created the magic network. Now this treasure has finally fallen into my hands!"
Illidan said excitedly.
Jaina looked at the disc in amazement. Titan, world-shaper, creator of the magic web, these words sounded so sacred, but when spoken by the decadent old man Illidan, they seemed so down-to-earth.
This ancient disc has a texture like rock. Both sides of the disc are extremely smooth and can even reflect images, giving it a platinum-like texture. A circle of ancient Titan runes surrounds the disc.
It gives you a sacred and ancient feeling when looking at it.
"So how are you going to use this thing?"
"Haha, you won't understand even if I tell you." Illidan reached out for the disc, but was bounced away by a magic barrier.
"Humph, this group of lunatics, although they are a little stupid, their magic is quite powerful. It has not failed in ten thousand years. But it doesn't matter, I have plenty of time." Illidan said and began to try to break the magic around the disc.
After spending these days together, Jaina has already understood Illidan's character. Although he is smart, he is extremely proud and confident, and he always acts like he is the best in the world to everyone.
It is useless to beg such people. The best way is to provoke them.
"Haha, forget it. I guess you don't know how to use it. It doesn't matter. We can study it together."
Illidan was once again deflected by magic, and angrily increased his strength, while explaining in a rage: "The Well of Eternity contains chaotic and disordered raw energy, which cannot be absorbed directly. Even in the past, the mages of the Night Elf Empire could only absorb the free magical energy emitted from it through meditation.
But the Titans are the creators of order, the shapers of the arcane weave, and this Mirror of Norgannon can transform the raw energy of chaos and disorder into pure arcane energy, so that it can be directly controlled."
"Is that so? So all I have to do is hold it and stand next to the Well of Eternity to absorb its energy."
"It's not that easy. The power of the Well of Eternity is so immense that the bodies of ordinary people simply cannot withstand such power. Therefore, one must integrate one's own magic power into the magic net and create a mana pool in the magic net to accommodate the absorbed energy. Ha, it's finally solved!"
Illidan excitedly reached out for the disc, but in the next second.
The Eternal Frost of Pollelius!
A wave of frost suddenly surrounded him, and frost quickly covered Illidan's body. Illidan's face showed a furious look. Before he could turn around, he was completely frozen and turned into an ice sculpture.
"Jaina! What are you doing--" Thrall was startled. He didn't expect Jaina to attack as soon as she said so.
"What? You don't think I will pin my hopes on this lazy night elf uncle. I have learned a lot from Lord Aidan in the past few years. The most important thing is - when the opportunity comes, you must seize it!"
"Don't worry, this eternal frost is the dragon language magic I learned from teacher Morgan Lisa. It can seal all life."
"Jaina - be careful!" Arthas suddenly screamed.
Suddenly, a green light appeared from inside the ice sculpture.
Boom! The flames of the evil energy actually completely burned the eternal frost.
Illidan held the Glaive of Azzinoth in his hand and looked at Jaina furiously, "Little girl, your frost magic is indeed powerful, but I am a demon hunter who has mastered the power of chaos. Even gods will be hurt by this fel fire. You can't trap me.
I wanted to share some of that endless power with you after I gained it, but now I have changed my mind.
Pay the price for your audacity!"
Fel flames surrounded his body, and green magic patterns on his body sparkled. A pair of demon horns and a pair of demon wings also grew on Illidan's body as the fel power surged.
Arthas and Thrall stood in front of Jaina on the left and right.
Arthas: "I'm sorry, Illidan, we can't put the power to protect this world in your hands."
Thrall: "That's right. You should leave. We saved you and you led us to find this disk. How ?"
Jaina: "Hehe, you two are really naive. How could a man like him give up the power that is so close to him? Let's deal with him together."
Illidan sneered in appreciation: "You are right, little girl. It seems that you are the only one among the three of you who understands the truth of this world. But you guys think you can deal with me?
Hahaha, you are so naive. Even the demon lord is no match for me. Let me show you how angry I am after being imprisoned for ten thousand years."
The demon hunter flapped his wings and soared into the air, as imposing as the god of death in the sky.
However, Arthas' eyes lit up, and he saw a flaw in Illidan's gorgeous movements.
Step forward—Rising Dragon Slash!
The battle broke out instantly.
