Standing before the fortress in the darkness, Archimonde carefully examined the magical shield enveloping it, confirming that it was undoubtedly the Legion's shield.
Under the watchful eyes of the many Night Elves, Archimonde began to cast a spell. Powerful Fel energy gathered in his hands, Archimonde with a hoarse roar, a massive Teleportation Array appeared before the fortress.
Archimonde the Defiler, a highly skilled Eredar Warlock and the true master of the art of Warlock, had Teleportation Array stretched from one end to the fortress, and from the other end across more than a dozen Night Elf fortresses, towering at the foot of the World Tree.
Once Archimonde steps into the Teleportation Array, he can be directly teleported to the roots of Nordrassil. Archimonde easily opened a passage to the World Tree.
"Azgalor, keep an eye on the Night Elves inside the fortress. If they step out of the Magic Shield, eliminate them immediately, at any cost."
This was Archimonde's stance. Out of respect for Queen Azshara, he could spare the Night Elves within the fortress, but he needed the power of the World Tree and hoped the Night Elf race would not interfere.
Azgalor humbly accepted the order and brandished his greatsword at the Dark Night Fortress.
Archimonde stepped into the Teleportation Array. Inside the Night Elf fortress, all the Night Elves breathed a sigh of relief. Although they didn't know what the future held, at least they had overcome the immediate crisis.
The Night Elves living in Nordrassil had long since left. Archimonde gazed at the towering ancient tree, its canopy covering the vast sky. Archimonde's body was already enormous, but compared to the World Tree, he appeared tiny. Even a single root was thicker than Archimonde's waist. He felt like a mouse on a bookshelf.
Archimonde bent down and reached his hand into the lake where Nordrassil was rooted.
The lake water was as black as ink, containing abundant magic. Archimonde filtered the lake water through his fingertips. He knew how to filter pure magic from the lake water. After filtering countless times, what remained in his palm were particles like fine sand.
Archimonde sensed an immense magical power emanating from it, reminding him of the Well of Eternity ten thousand years ago.
A natural source of magic, for ten thousand years, Night Elf race, suffering from the torment of Mana Addiction, have guarded such a vast treasure trove without knowing how to use it—how foolish!
Gazing at the massive trunk of the World Tree, Archimonde placed his hand on the mottled old bark, gently closed his eyes, and felt the natural and life force contained within the World Tree.
The lakes of Mount Hyjal are exceptionally precious, but the World Tree Nordrassil is even more valuable, as it contains the power and laws of the Elune.
How to transform the magic in the Void into the energy of nature and life is exactly what Archimonde needs most.
That wasn't enough. Archimonde needed to learn more about Nordrassil's secrets. He began climbing up the trunk of the World Tree along a thick root, seeking a key point to draw upon Nordrassil's power.
The air was thick with intense Fire Elementals, and the heat was so intense that it was almost impossible to breathe.
In a mere instant, the Fire Elementals vanished without a trace, even affecting Archimonde's Fel Fire. Archimonde chuckled; Archimonde had done his homework before entering Azeroth, and only Ragnaros, the Firelord, could have accomplished this.
Archimonde shouted, "Ragnaros, you've actually come out of the Firelands and left your stronghold! Your strength will be greatly diminished; this is not a wise move!"
Ragnaros is, after all, Elemental, Firelands are his home ground. Once he leaves the Lava and flames, he's like a shark on land, his strength greatly diminished.
Enveloped in crimson flames, Ragnaros appeared before Archimonde, blocking his path. Holding the Sulfuras, he looked down at Archimonde and uttered a voice as majestic as Thunder.
"Long ago, the Old Gods came. I knew they brought flesh and blood, so I surrendered without fighting seriously. Then the Titans came, defeated and sealed the Old Gods. I knew they brought Order, so I didn't resist seriously either, willingly accepting the seal. But the Burning Legion is different; you bring only destruction."
Archimonde sized up this most hot-tempered Elemental Lords: "Ragnaros, if we were in the Firelands, I might fear you, but here, how can you withstand the Legion's invincible power?"
"I am not fighting alone," Ragnaros replied.
A terrifying tornado suddenly appeared, and in the center of the tornado was a huge gray figure holding a terrifying greatsword, coldly looking down at Archimonde, seemingly indifferent to everything.
"Al'Akir the Wind Rider"
Archimonde became slightly serious and said coldly, "It's getting interesting now that the two Elemental Lords have left their domains. Are you in such a hurry to die?"
"No, there are three."
A slightly shy voice came from behind. Archimonde saw the round stone ball roll quickly up the World Tree and stand in front of Ragnaros and Al'Akir.
The Stone Mother Therazane Anjing observed Archimonde, while Al'Akir spoke up, "Why isn't Neptulon here? He's our team's healer."
Ragnaros scoffed, "Neptulon's house's been attacked by octopuses; he probably won't be able to come."
Wind Rider Al'Akir loudly:
"Hey, are we really going to just start fighting like this? We're standing on the World Tree, a territory that doesn't belong to any of us. Although this great Demons isn't as powerful as the Old Gods or Titans, he's extremely cunning."
The Stone Mother Therazane grinned, "It's alright, I've found an ally who can replace Neptulon. The World Tree is his domain."
Archimonde found this somewhat strange, World Tree contained the power of nature and life, belonging to the realm of the Druids.
The strongest Druid in Azeroth is Cenarius. Although he considers himself Demigod, he is no match for the four Elemental Lords.
Shadows loomed over the sky. Archimonde looked up and saw a massive Black Dragon, clad in thick Obsidian Armor, its wings wreathed in crimson Flames. After circling once, it slowly descended.
Deathwing Neltharion stood Anjing behind the three Elemental Lords.
Wind Rider Al'Akir very worried. "Neltharion, can he replace Neptulon?"
Stone Mother Therazane said confidently, "It's alright, he's an old friend of mine. I trust his strength. Let's prepare to engage the monster."
Archimonde understood: among the four Elemental Lords, Therazane, the Stone Mother, was composed of rock essence and covered in thick, rubble-covered armor, making her the most resilient and suitable as a tank.
Wind Rider Al'Akir Ragnaros the Firelord are clearly damage dealers, but how Neltharion will replace Neptulon as a healer remains unknown.
Archimonde immediately decided on the attack order. Although Al'Akir the Wind Rider was flying in the air, he was obviously the most vulnerable. After eliminating Al'Akir, the next targets would be Deathwing and Ragnaros.
Finally, only the Stone Mother Therazane remains; we can deal with her slowly.
Archimonde had finished his calculations when suddenly, an ugly face approached him.
Stone Mother Therazane struck a pose and said, "Do I look beautiful?"
An unnamed rage suddenly ignited in Archimonde's chest.