Volume 9: Disaster Chapter 585: The Dragon God Arrives
The moment he stepped through the Ancient Gate, Archimonde finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, I don't have to waste time with these damn mortals anymore.
He was somewhat annoyed that he had spent so much effort but still failed to eliminate them all. He had to admit that these mortals were more troublesome than he had imagined.
But it doesn’t matter. As long as you obtain the power of the Well of Eternity, this world will belong to you.
You will become more powerful than ever before, and you can wipe out all these annoying little creatures with just one move.
Not even Sargeras could accomplish such a feat.
As Archimonde thought about it, even his steps became lighter.
The towering World Tree soon appeared in front of him. Looking up at the giant tree, he could feel the huge arcane energy hidden beneath the tree.
The closer I get, the clearer this feeling becomes.
Hahahaha, there is such powerful energy!
Archimonde became more and more delighted. He could almost see himself becoming the lord of the Burning Legion.
With a raise of his hand, the fel fire burned a large hole in the vines and roots under the tree, revealing a lake surface sparkling with a faint blue light.
Archimonde's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but reach out his hand.
"It's an amazing power, isn't it?"
A calm voice suddenly sounded in his ears, pulling Archimonde back to reality.
"Who is speaking!?"
He withdrew his hand warily and listened attentively. There was extreme silence around him, with only the sound of the breeze blowing through the grass and leaves, as if the sound just now was just an illusion.
Archimonde looked around in doubt. His perception ability covered a range of thousands of meters around him. Not even a bug could escape his perception. However, there was nothing. It seemed that he was the only life at the foot of the World Tree.
"Is this an illusion?" Archimonde muttered to himself uncertainly. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to ignore it. No matter whether there were people there or not, he would get the power of the Well of Eternity first.
However, before he could do anything, the voice appeared again.
"Do you really think you're hallucinating? Do you demons also have hallucinations?"
This time Archimonde was finally sure - it was not an illusion.
"Who is it! You are playing tricks on me! Show yourself and face me. Face the power of Archimonde!"
"I'm right here, how come you can't see me like this?"
The sound seemed extremely far away, yet also very close, and it was impossible to tell its exact location.
"Haha, the so-called 'Defiler' Archimonde, the commander of the Burning Legion and Sargeras's lieutenant, is such a slow-witted and bluffing guy? How disappointing."
The contempt in the tone made Archimonde furious, but he was more afraid. The other party could actually communicate with him without him being able to sense anything. This was completely beyond his understanding.
Where is it? Where is it? What is it? What is it?
Archimonde continued to expand his perception, using chaos magic to enhance his sensing ability. In an instant, every inch of land around him, every change in the air flow, and every energy fluctuation were reflected in his mind.
Yet nothing was found.
Evil fire spread all over the prairie! He released a shock wave, hoping to try his luck and see if he could blow something up, but it was a futile move.
"Forget it, let me give you a hint." The voice said listlessly. The next second, Archimonde felt a bang on his head and was kicked by something.
He was so frightened that he took a few steps back, only then did he see clearly that the person who was speaking was actually a human being, floating above where he had just stood.
Still keeping the kicking action.
No, the person in front of him was definitely not a human being. Archimonde could not sense his breathing, his energy fluctuations, or the heat he emitted.
It was as if the person in front of him didn't exist at all.
A magical illusion?
No, even an illusion will have fluctuations of magical power.
For the first time, Archimonde felt like he was facing the unknown, and the unknown brought fear.
The man in front of him nodded slightly, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Aidan - the one who is about to take your life."
"Hahahaha, you arrogant guy, you want to take my life? No one in this world can fight against Archimonde. You must be stalling for time, right? I saw through your trick at a glance. You must be trying to delay me with words so that your mortals can follow and fight against me together with you, right!
But don't be delusional. Instead of bluffing here, you should worry about your allies. They should have been crushed by my demon army by now."
Murphy chuckled. This Archimonde really has a good imagination.
"I'm not worried about them. I've already sent out my ancient dragon army. Your demon servants must have been crushed by my ancient dragon followers."
roar!
As if in response to Murphy's words, the distant .
Archimonde turned his head and saw a group of black dragons descending from the sky above the battlefield on the other side of the Ancient Gate, spewing red thunder and scorching fire at the battlefield below...
Obviously, the targets of these dragons' attacks could not be those mortals, but only his army of demons.
"Who are you?"
"Hehe, I'm Aidan, but you can also call me Dragon God."
Meanwhile—on the ridge of Mount Hyjal—
"Hahahaha, we're finally saved."
"Oh my god, there are so many dragons!"
"Hey, is that an ancient dragon?"
Among the overwhelming swarm of dragons, there were a few strange ancient dragons whose bodies looked like ancient rocks.
They spewed out red dragon thunder, blasting the demons away.
Their dragon claws, like sharp rock blades, easily tore the demons into pieces.
It slaughtered demons with overwhelming force, and even the powerful Hellfire could tear out their hearts and tear them apart with one claw. Even the Doomsday Guardian that could compete with the dragon collapsed before the powerful force of the dragon thunder.
A green dragon swooped down, and its poisonous dragon breath corroded the group of hellhounds besieging Tyrande, Malfurion and his wife into green blood.
Tyrande looked at the green dragon, an expression of joy and resentment appearing on her face.
"Queen Ysera? You have finally answered our call. Have the dragonflight finally stopped shirking their duties?"
Ysera nodded slightly. "I'm sorry Cenarius, Malfurion, and Tyrande. There were some accidents before, and some... changes happened within the dragon clan. But don't worry, everything is over. The dragon army has regrouped and become even more powerful. The Burning Legion will be expelled from this world."
These words made everyone breathe a sigh of relief. The participation of the dragon army undoubtedly brought hope to this war.
However, Cenarius immediately thought of something more pressing.
"World Tree, go to the World Tree Lady Ysera, Archimonde is going to seize the power of the Well of Eternity! We must stop him, otherwise it will be too late."
Ysera shook her head. "Don't worry. Our master has arrived ahead of time. He will stop Archimonde."
Owner?
Everyone was shocked. Green Dragon Queen Ysera, the guardian of dreams and one of the guardian dragons, actually had a master?
Could it be that a god has descended?
Illidan noticed the hidden detail in that sentence. "You said 'your master'."
"That's right!" Alexstrasza also descended from the sky, and said as if announcing something - "Our master!"
"Dragon God? I have never heard of such a god on the planet Azeroth. Who are you?" Archimonde asked angrily.
Faced with Archimonde's excitement, Murphy was unusually calm, as if he was just chatting casually with a passerby.
"Strictly speaking, I am not a god of Azeroth. I am more like a god of the physical universe. I am just temporarily residing here. Perhaps you have heard of my name before I became a god - Aidandelon, the ancient dragon king."
"So you are the King of Ancient Dragons! As long as we kill you, your dragon cubs will no longer be a problem."
Murphy made a gesture of invitation. This unscrupulous reaction made Archimonde furious, but also alert.
To be so arrogant and reckless, he must have something to rely on. The key is that he can't grasp the opponent's foundation, nor can he be sure which magic will be more effective.
"Why, you're not going to take action? Then I will."
Murphy was too lazy to wait and waved his hand.
Arcane power—comet storm!
Boom boom boom boom!
A series of magical explosions surprised and delighted Archimonde. He was surprised by the astonishing power of the opponent's magic. It was obvious that he had mastered the power of authority. His control over magic was stronger than any wizard he had ever seen.
The good news is that what he fears least is arcane energy. Demons are born with chaotic blood and have strong resistance to arcane magic. His unholy chaos magic can completely defeat the opponent.
Finger of death!
He immediately retaliated, but the magic actually shot right through the other person's body, as if it was really just an illusion.
But how could that be an illusion? The magic the other party cast was real.
While he was distracted for a moment, Murphy had already raised his hand and an ancient dragon lightning struck him. This time the damage was severe, directly causing more than 10,000 damages.
Archimonde realized that it was definitely not a false illusion.
Fel Lightning! Still missed.
Fel Fire Storm! Missed again!
Soul ripped apart! Still no hit? How is that possible!
Argus's ghosts! Skull-shaped crimson magics tracked Murphy and attacked him. This move had a locking effect, but those magic ghosts just circled around Murphy, spinning around like headless flies.
Murphy looked at Archimonde with some disappointment as he continued to attack him, allowing Archimonde's spells to pass through his body.
