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Azgalor forcibly suppressed his surging rage, staring intently at Tanis. He knew that Kazroga's idiotic vanguard had been hit by a teleported super bomb, and he had taken corresponding precautions. However, Azgalor hadn't anticipated that Tanis had also planted a similar bomb underground, and had waited until now to detonate it—for Azgalor, the losses to the demon army caused by the bomb were secondary; the real trouble was that the main force of his legion was separated, requiring at least half a day to regroup and reorganize! If he couldn't successfully complete the task assigned by Lord Archimonde...

"I will seize your souls and torment them for eternity!!"

Azgaloo shuddered almost imperceptibly at the thought of what would happen if he failed to break through the mortal defenses at the foot of Mount Hyjal in Archimonde. He then aimed a large rain of fire at Tannis and set it ablaze.

"Ice!!"

"Thunder!!"

Accompanied by leaping lightning and bursts of icy air, Jaina and Thrall's attacks struck Azgaro one after the other. Lightning crackled with ice as it crashed against the abyss lord's massive body, almost rendering one of the great demon's arms immobile.

"Lok'tar ogar!"

The Saurfang brothers roared the ancient war cry of the orcs and charged at the pit lord once more. Sparks flew as the two orc warriors' battle axes flew, like music of steel.

"G3!! Hunt!!!"

After several rolls to escape the range of the rain of fire, Tannis extinguished the flames on her body while dispatching dozens of G3 Predators. She skillfully maneuvered them to Azgalo's head and began to focus their fire on the Great Demon's eyes. Meanwhile, the high-ranking druids began to channel their slightly restored natural power and concentrate their firepower on attacking the Great Demon.

"You mortals! Can't you see that your time is up?!"

Despite being in such a disadvantageous situation, Azgalo still laughed wildly. He raised his halberd and pointed it at the void. Countless black streams of energy surrounded a high-ranking druid, who fell to the ground and convulsed like a leaf.

"This is.....?"

Before Jaina could even discern the nature of this malevolent spell, the High Druid's body exploded like a balloon, and a Doomguard stepped onto the battlefield, trampling on the blood of the fallen, and launched an attack on the other, still-shaken druids.

"Do you see clearly! You will all be like this, slowly tortured to death by me. Your souls will be bound in my halberd, and burned by demonic fire for all eternity!"

Seeing the high-ranking druid easily torn to pieces by his magic, Azgaro laughed wildly. The terrifying fel energy spread and fluctuated with his laughter, forcing Jaina and Thrall to interrupt their spellcasting once again. The G3 predators also temporarily stopped their laser cutting due to the impact.

"As I said before, your soul will roll back to the Twisting Nether first."

A lightforged drone, emerging from its disguise, appeared without warning in front of Azgaro. It rushed into Azgaro's mouth like lightning and detonated itself. The power of the Holy Light collided with the remaining fel energy in Azgaro's mouth, causing an explosion that vaporized all the flesh and blood from the Abyss Lord's cheeks!

"Well done, Tennys! Now it can't bark anymore! Valrock!!"

Broxigaro seized the moment when Azgalo paused his counterattack due to pain, and swept past the Abyss Lord's halberd. Without hesitation, his weapon slashed across the Abyss Lord's relatively weak abdomen. In pain, Azgalo involuntarily knelt down on one knee.

"I understand, brother!!"

Varok leaped across the massive halberd, which had become a bridge because Azgalo had knelt, to stand in front of Azgalo. With a horizontal slash, he destroyed the Abyss Lord's eyes, and before the Abyss Lord could go berserk from the multiple pains, he delivered a vertical slash, leaving a deep bloody gash on Azgalo's face.

"Bombard its legs!!"

The moment the Saurfang brothers rolled away from Azgaro to the left and right respectively, Thrall and the others, who had dealt with the Doomguard, began to cast spells again. Azgaro, who had lost its sight and had its cheeks destroyed, swung its weapons wildly and futilely 'counterattacked' until its first leg was broken.

"Your...doomsday!!"

Tormented by both rage and fear, Azgalor unleashed the Doomsday Curse through his senses. A cloud of black mist rapidly spread along the ground, threatening to ensnare Tannis's body.

"No, this is your doomsday! Drones, quantum network construction—explode!!"

With a deafening roar, a small sun rose above Azgalo's head, and the headless Abyss Lord collapsed heavily to the ground, lifeless.

——————————————Archimonde's Throne——————————————————

“Lord Archimonde, Azgaro destroyed a mortal defense and nearly killed all the resistance there, but it was also sent back to the Twisting Nether.”

Archimonde's messenger knelt before Archimonde and reported the somewhat bad news, but Archimonde paid no attention to it.

"How many lines of defense do those ants still have?"

"According to the battle reports from the front, there is still a final line of defense before the Well of Eternity."

"Launch all troops and shatter their last hope."

A smile crept across Archimonde's lips; he seemed to already see his victory in the future.

71. The Battle of Hyjal - The Doomsday Bell

Mount Hyjal, third line of defense, medical room.

Jaina sat blankly in a chair, receiving mental relaxation services from the medical staff. The Saurfang brothers lay on the bed, and several medical staff focused on cleaning and treating the dozens of large wounds on their bodies. Thrall, with his right hand wrapped in bandages, rested his left hand on the window, staring blankly at the bottom of Mount Hyjal, which had turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Of the more than a thousand warriors who fought against the Legion on the second line of defense, less than a hundred were able to retreat to the third line of defense. Among these hundred, most of the warriors had permanent marks on their bodies. However, such sacrifices only slowed down the Burning Legion's advance by about half a day.

However, for the Night Elves now, every minute and every second is precious.

At the very top of the third line of defense, Archdruid Malfurion stood on an oak platform, together with several high-ranking druids, awakening the ancient trees of Mount Hyjal. These embodiments of nature's wrath, dormant for millennia, were uprooted once more at the call of Cenarius, the King of the Jungle, and strode heavily toward the battlefield.

"Archdruid Malfurion, if I may be so bold, these ancient trees may look formidable, but they won't last long against the Burning Legion's relentless onslaught."

Following Malfurion up the oak platform, Tannis frowned slightly as she looked at the ancient trees below, whose every step caused the earth to tremble slightly.

Malfurion nodded slightly, agreeing with Tannis's words.

"According to your plan, we need to hold off the Burning Legion at least for another half a day along this defensive line, right?"

"That's right, do you have any suggestions?"

"The ancient trees are excellent in both strength and defense, but their enormous size and slow movement are undoubtedly major weaknesses. I think we can try equipping them with some of our Tinkerers Guild's weapons and equipment, turning them into mobile heavy firepower points. This would maximize their combat potential. In addition, I think we can also try using some of our Ratchet's individual weapons on the Sentinel troops. Trust me, unless they are extravagant enough to make every arrow enchanted, in this situation where accuracy is not a consideration and only firepower density is taken into account, my engineering weapons will definitely have the advantage!"

As Tannis earnestly promoted her engineering weapons and equipment, Archdruid Malfurion's lips twitched. Just as he was about to say something, Cenarius's massive body appeared on the oak platform.

"teacher."

The high-ranking druids on the platform hurriedly bowed to Cenarius, and Tanis followed suit.

"You want a weapon that can be equipped on an ancient tree? Can I take a look?"

These are them!

Realizing that Cenarius, a powerful figure who could essentially decide the deal with a single word, was interested in her suggestion, Tanis quickly became excited. She slid her fingers through the air a few times and teleported a heavy anti-fortress cannon onto the oak platform.

"This cannon can be loaded with two types of shells. One type causes area damage, rendering any living target within a blast radius of ten to fifteen meters incapacitated. The other type, an armor-piercing shell, has even been recorded in recent battles penetrating two Doomguards while retaining its penetrating power. With just a few modifications, the Ancient Trees can wield this powerful weapon!"

"It's not necessary."

Cenarius's words caused a shadow of sadness to cross Tanis's face. Then, she saw the King of the Jungle place his hand on the anti-fortress cannon. Emerald green vines sprouted out of thin air from Cenarius's hand, covering every inch of the cannon's outer shell.

"That's fine."

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When the dark green clouds that blot out the sky swept in, when the pungent smell of sulfur replaced the fragrance of flowers in the air, when the deep roar of demons drowned out the birdsong and the chirping of insects, everyone knew that the final battle was just around the corner.

"Gagaga!!"

A large swarm of demon bats, clutching fel bombs, swooped down toward the night elf base with shrieks. But before they could reach their maximum speed, a sudden gust of wind blew them to pieces, throwing them back into the demon horde at an even worse speed. Predictably, once these things landed, they would turn into a pile of unrecognizable, unrecyclable junk along with whatever they collided with.

However, just as the demon bats were about to land, a flash of dark green demonic fire disappeared. The demon bats, blown back by Cenarius's wind power, didn't even have time to scream before they all turned into wisps of smoke in the air.

"Ten thousand years have passed, and you remain unchanged, Cenarius..."

The dark cloud suddenly twisted and deformed, and an Eredar face appeared in the center of the cloud. Cenarius, Malfurion, and Tyrande all remembered this face, remembered it vividly. Ten thousand years ago, it was this great demon who led its army to crush the pride of the elven empire. Even Cenarius's father, Malorne the Path Guardian, fell at its hands.

"Archimund, it's been ages! Your banter has certainly improved."

Cenarius looked up at his old nemesis's face in the clouds, his eyes blazing with boundless fury.

"You flatter me. If I had known you were so useless, I wouldn't have needed to send Mannoroth and Tichondrius to deal with you first... No, I should say, you night elves are all a waste of my time and energy. I painstakingly planned the tactics, only to find that I didn't need to think too much about it."

Tyrande took a step forward, stared at Archimonde's face in the sky, and spoke in a clear voice.

"Demons! We banished you from this world ten thousand years ago! Now, you will suffer the same fate!"

"Hahaha....Hahahahahahaha!!"

Tyrande's words caused Archimonde to burst into maniacal laughter, which gradually grew from a low murmur to a soaring roar, until finally, the entire Mount Hyjal was filled with Archimonde's maniacal laughter.

"Foolish night elves, think about it... Ten thousand years ago, you had a glorious arcane civilization, powerful allies like dragons, and even countless demigods roaming the land joined your armies. Only then could you barely muster the strength to fight the main force of the Burning Legion. And what are you now? Holding bows and arrows, clad in leather armor, with scimitars at your waists, wielding laughable nature magic... Ten thousand years ago, my troops might have been merely the vanguard, but now, they are about to crush you... However, to show respect to our old adversary, I will allow you to witness one of the Burning Legion's new tactics... Come forth! Fel warships!!"

As Archimonde's malevolent voice rang out, the chaotic clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, revealing several warships shimmering with fel energy floating silently in the heavens, with terrifying pale green energy surging across their hulls.

"High-altitude artillery fire!! Take cover!!!"

Realizing what the warships were up to, Tannis shouted and rolled gracefully into a depression, punching out a downward-sloping crater to bury herself even deeper inside.

The moment Tannis completed her concealment, dozens of thick beams of light blasted out from the cannons of the fel-powered warship. These beams, imbued with terrifying power, easily pierced through the barrier of the third line of defense, tracing arcs of fel-powered flames across the ground. Wherever they passed, soil and rock, flesh and metal, were scorched into wisps of smoke.

"Drone!!"

Having dodged the first salvo, Tannis quickly opened the control panel of her mechanical assistant and began operating it. Hundreds of drones took off from the drone hives located in the third line of defense and rushed towards the fel warship in the air.

However, by the time these drones reached mid-air, the fel warship's weaponry had switched to anti-air scattering mode, creating an impenetrable network of firepower in the air. In the blink of an eye, only a handful of Tannis's drones remained.

The instant Tannis's drones were destroyed, another offensive by the Burning Legion struck. Amidst the piercing shrieks, thousands of objects that looked like large cylinders, trailing long, flaming tails, fell at high speed onto the battlefield, mingling with hellfire.

"Cenarius! It's time! Get the Ancient Trees firing! Don't let too many of those landing pods touch the ground!"

Upon seeing these cylinders, Tannis immediately guessed what they were and shouted loudly. Hearing Tannis's words, Cenarius gently raised his hand, and hundreds of ancient trees, each carrying various heavy firepower equipment, rose from the earth. The cannons, unfurled from their vines, locked onto the cylinders falling from the sky. The power of nature reinforced the cannons and blessed the shells, giving these weapons more than three times the range.

"All troops, open fire! Rapid fire mode!!!"

"Boom!! Boom!!"

The dull thuds of artillery fire echoed through the air, and one 'firework' after another exploded in the sky. A fel-powered mothership, struck by multiple shells, lost its balance and wobbled as it plummeted toward the ground. The mangled corpses of demons were thrown out of the cylinders that had been blown apart in mid-air and landed haphazardly on the ground.

“You’re right, Archimonde. The Night Elves have indeed been stagnant for ten thousand years. However, Azeroth is not home to only the Night Elves… They are developing, they are progressing… Though young, they have already shown their true potential…”

Cenarius raised his hands high, and rain, imbued with the power of nature, poured down from the sky, healing the warriors' wounds and extinguishing the demonic fires on the ground.

“We lost old allies, but we gained new ones.”

72. The Battle of Hyjal - Twilight

There was no sympathy, no pity, no prisoners, no rest.

Both the Allied Forces of Azeroth and the Burning Legion had abandoned any thought of retreat. Battle axes swung in the air, arrows rained down, flames raged across the land, and fel energy devoured life.

"Extend the firing arc forward by 30 yards, increase the elevation angle by 3 degrees! Change the shells to high-explosive shells!"

In a typical frontline firing position, a night elf sentinel captain stood close to the observation port, using binoculars. Beside her, two night elf sentinels were operating a 4-pounder cannon, while a goblin was responsible for loading the ammunition.

"Roger that!"

The two night elves quickly began to crank the lever to adjust the angle of the cannon, while the goblin swiftly found a high-explosive shell among a pile of cannonballs and loaded it into the barrel with a click.

"put!!"