Chapter 951: A serious guide

Half a day ago, at the foot of Mount Hyjal, a huge battle was won. .Fastest update
The ancient tree of life, Shamurian, has been living with the night elves for thousands of years. The oldest treeman is undoubtedly very powerful.
Unfortunately, its opponent is Archimonde, the commander of the Burning Legion. In terms of size, strength, and magic, Samurienne has no advantage at all. In addition, the inherent slowness of the Shuren makes it an opponent of the same size. There is no advantage at all.
In the presence of Archimonde, the ten-story old tree-man was just a huge ... punching bag!
"Hahaha! Hahahaha! Is this what you have prepared for 10,000 years? Weak! Weak! Too weak Weak is sin! Weak only ends in destruction!"
Facing Archmond's laughter, the old treeman shouted, "Every creature on this planet will resist the Burning Legion to the end!"
"Resistance is useless!"
"Haven't tried it, how do you know !?" The tree of life growled in anger, and he moved himself to a thick, long leg that was as tall as a three-story house, and started a final charge towards Archimonde.
Not only the old Shuren, all the night elves remaining nearby launched a decisive charge towards Archimonde.
"Ha ha ha!" Archimonde nudged left palm gently in a smirk.
Obviously just a seemingly meaningless false press.
But the space around him seemed to be extremely heavy, and everything in the field of vision was violently compressed into a big pie.
The next second, the space compressed to the extreme regained its original shape like a spring.
Huge enough to make a landslide and the horrific impact of ground fissure suddenly explode.
Big move [Air Burst]!
The tall and slender body of the night elves, like the swarf blown by the wind, was blown in all directions. In fact, each of them had lost their lives in the midst of the air, and fell a few hundred meters away. Lost life and soul corpses.
Thousands of thousands of igniting soul fires were forcibly gathered on Archmund's huge palm.
On the cruel face peculiar to Ereda's demon, Archmond's mouth sneered sneer.
"Soul ... punished!"
Bright green, orange-yellow, and rosy-red, the souls of thousands of night elves were instantly polluted and forced to fall. The fame of Archimonde, the polluter, was reflected at this moment.
Then, three kinds of evil auras exuding indescribable nausea fell on the old Shuren's huge body at the same time.
step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Although the old Shuren tried their best to launch a final charge on Archimonde, ...
The solid bark that was once its skin dries up completely within three breaths. Pieces of bark peel off on its own, and is blown away like sand scattered on the ground in the wind.
Its thick limbs make continuous high-frequency bangs, and the high-speed decaying joints can no longer support the unimaginable weight. The once-integrated hands and feet almost broke.
The old Shuren who guarded the night elves for over 10,000 years finally couldn't support it. It didn't even send a last wailing, the huge body burst into place, and it turned into tens of millions of fragments of size crashing into the ground. The ten-story huge body instantly turned the flat at the foot of the mountain into a small hill made of wood.
It's hard to imagine that a moment ago it was an ancient tree of life that should be one of the cornerstones of the night elves.
Archimonde destroyed the 100,000 Night Elf army with his own power, and the magical image that killed the ancient tree Samurien was being played in the battle conference room on the peak of Hyjal.
"Sure enough, modern arcane magic still has merit ..." Tyrande had to secretly rejoice. Fortunately, he did not act intelligently. He really listened to Vandal's words and went to pit alliances and tribes. It was first agreed with Duke.
When this image that even the night elves could not get was played repeatedly by Duke three times.
Thrall found that his right hand was trembling slightly, which had nothing to do with courage, it was purely the most objective and direct response of the body and mind.
In fact, not only him, but even the superheroes such as Grom who had hacked two abyssal lords, their faces were filled with shock and shock.
I am afraid everyone is asking me in the face of such a horrible existence that destroyed an army of 100,000 in just one hour. Is there really a chance to win?
Think about it, even the brave and fearless tribal heroes fell into silence, not to mention the other strong ones.
But soon, the two heroes of the Horde and the Night Elves discovered that the atmosphere was wrong.
On the side of the alliance, shock was shocked, but it was limited to shock.
Most of the strong players in the league don't have the slightest loss and fear on their faces, but have a kind of eager excitement. Along the line of sight of the league's strong men, others suddenly discovered that their focus was on Duke.
Queen Greek sat by the window, feeling the cold wind blowing from the window, and it seemed as if she did not care about the strength of Archmund at the moment of the enemy. Leaning against the window with her left hand on her hips, she said with a somewhat lazy voice: "Duke, don't scare them anymore, just say what you find."
Mograine also smiled: "Analyzing the situation of the enemy, predicting the means and trends of the enemy, I have studied these for more than ten years, and I feel that I am still too far behind you, Duke."
"Please say it, Duke, for Azeroth's victory." Thrall said in a snoring voice.
Duke was also unpretentious, and directly extracted the most critical freeze frame of magic mirroring.
"Please look at these pictures. These are the pictures from the time when Archimonde arrived in Laran and the combat effectiveness of a long time ago."
"I don't know if my summary is correct, but if everyone encounters a similar situation in the next battle, I may use my opinion as the first reference for action."
"First of all, this fire, I will temporarily name it [Destruction Fire]: About every 30 seconds, Archimonde will create a violent fireball. This fireball will move by itself, leaving a wide trail wherever it has moved A fire wall of 2-3 yards. The fire wall will disappear from the place where the fireball appeared after 27 seconds. I counted 18 cases in total, and each time the flame will only last for 27 seconds. No more and no less. "
"Then I named it [Soul Charge] ..."
Duke was serious about carrying Archimonde's strategy. Thanks to the Raiders team that year, summed up the skills of the elderly Archimonde so detailed. Before seeing new skills, Duke copied the strategy directly.
But in the eyes of the three factions, Duke is a god-man!