Chapter 390 However, there is no such thing as Uzuki
Aegwynn looked at the bosses of various races who walked into the headquarters, and said with some sighs, "Giving up eternal life, this is really an incredible and important decision, isn't Archdruid Malfurion? It really deserves to go through that year. The hero of the ancient war."
Medivh also smiled and nodded, "Indeed, it will take a long time for the night elves to get used to the suddenly changed life. Without the blessing of the World Tree, life, old age, sickness and death will return to their side. Renewal will bring them a lot of trouble."
At this time, a man wearing a hood next to the mother and son asked in an old voice, "Is eternal life really that attractive? If everyone you know goes away before you, what is the meaning of eternal life for that person?" significance?"
Aegwynn held Alunes in her hand and turned her head. Her gaze scanned this elderly man who was obviously human with some sharp eyes.
"This... let's call you Mr. Pastor, who are you, why didn't you go to the second line of defense as a human being, and what is the disobedient force in you?"
Although she has already relinquished her duties as a guardian, Aegwynn's desire to protect Azeroth has never changed. She instinctively sensed an ominous power from this hooded man.
But the other party used holy light in front of her again. Two diametrically opposite forces appeared on one person at the same time, which made the well-informed former guardian confused for a while.
"hehe."
The pastor smiled wryly, "It's just a person who should have died a long time ago. I will also participate in the next round of battle. Ms. Aegwynn doesn't need to pay too much attention to me."
At this time, Medivh looked at the old man wearing a hood with some surprise on his face, "This power is... the power of the void? You can actually control it?"
Medivh is known as an astral mage, just like the meaning of this title, he has traveled to countless worlds through astral teleportation, and he has naturally seen the power of the opposite of the holy light in some dying worlds.
But this person in front of him is not like the poor people he has seen before being manipulated by the void. Instead, he controls the void very skillfully, making this violent force obey his orders. What is even more incredible is that he can still Use the power of the Holy Light.
"Mr. pastor, judging by the purity of your holy light, you should not be an unknown person. Can you tell me your identity? I am still in the role of a guardian. The power of the void on your body...is very dangerous, you Are you sure you can control it perfectly?"
Medivh's solemn and guarded words made Aegwynn even more vigilant. Now her precious son doesn't have much fighting power. If the pastor wants to make trouble, she can only protect her own child, even if it means risking her life. , just like my husband did before.
Seeing that the priest might cause a battle if he didn't explain it, he could only sigh helplessly and said, "Mr. Medivh's worries are understandable, the power of the void is indeed very difficult to control, and those who are not strong-willed can easily be seduced by whispers from the void." And went astray."
"But after years of research, the void, or the power of shadow, can actually be stably controlled, although not everyone can do it..."
Medivh couldn't close his mouth in surprise after seeing the other person's face, "You are! Archbishop Alonsus Faol?!"
Even Aegwynn, who had lived in seclusion for many years, had only heard of this name before. She turned her head to her son in surprise and asked, "Is it the saint Alonsus who has been widely circulated in recent decades? I remember you said Has he passed away?"
Medivh took a deep breath, years of experience made him calm down quickly, "I see, is that why you said you should have died long ago? Can you tell me what happened?"
Alonsus still said with his trademark warm smile, "It's not inconvenient, let's find a quieter place, after all, I'm supposed to be dead and I don't want to be seen by too many people."
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In the headquarters, Garald finally pointed to the location of Nordrassil in the center of the map and drew a circle, "Then, this is probably the plan. Although the arrangement itself is very simple, for Archimonde who is thirsty for power, the World Tree His very existence is the sweetest poison, and he should be happy to step into this trap."
Alexstrasza raised his hand and asked, "I have a question. According to your plan, Garrod, that is to say, if Archimonde doesn't plan to fight in person, Ysera and I don't need to participate in the battle. In this case , to what extent do the troops on the front line need to resist?"
Garrod explained, "Actually, the battle on the third line of defense is mainly to prevent Archimonde from becoming suspicious. This demon leader should still remember the night elves who fought against the Burning Legion ten thousand years ago, the High Priest of Whisperwind, and I Are you right?"
Tyrande nodded and said, "Indeed, when I met Archimonde in Felwood before, he let go of his harsh words, saying that this time we will completely wipe out our night elves. If we don't participate in the war, Archimonde will inevitably would be suspicious."
"So our goal is very clear. If Archimonde doesn't go on the field in person, try to reduce the number of Burning Legion as much as possible. Once he goes on the field, the Dragon King and the demigods will go up and block him for a while before withdrawing from the explosion range of Nordrassil. Be sure to pay attention to safety, everyone is an important force in Azeroth, and no accidents can happen here."
Alexstrasza agreed with a smile, "Jarrod is right, Ysera and I in the front have our own means of life preservation, but Solidomi, Taran and Eranikus must be careful. , You are not like the demigods of the wilderness who can be resurrected after death."
Goldrinn snorted displeasedly, "It's as if if you can be resurrected, you can die at will. I don't want to stay in the Emerald Dream for tens of thousands of years. The material world is more interesting."
Cenarius laughed loudly, "Indeed, although there is the most primitive and beautiful scenery of Azeroth in the dream, I always feel that it is less popular. If I can survive, it is better not to die."
Garald took the opportunity to say, "Then I ask everyone to take care, I believe that one day the demigods of the wilderness will be reunited, and now let's take Archimonde's head and cut off one of Sargeras' arms." Bar!"
"good!"
Charlemagne grumbled in his heart at this moment, ‘However, there is no such thing as Uzuki, as long as Papa Argus is still alive, these demons can be revived continuously…’
(end of this chapter)