Archimonde fought against the Little Elf's explosion with all his might; although his body was badly damaged, he persisted.
A great Demons like Archimonde is very difficult to kill. As long as his soul remains, it can return to the Twisting Nether and await its next resurrection, which may take hundreds of years to rebuild its massive body.
Abandoning this body would mean losing most of his memories of this world, which would be equivalent to losing the new power he had just gained. Although he was somewhat reluctant, Archimonde was not worried.
However, a chilling, Void force seeped into Archimonde's body, severely corrupting his soul.
"This is the power of the Void. Only Void Creatures and Titans can wield the power of the Void. The origin of the lake water in Mount Hyjal is questionable."
As the last thought surged through his mind, Archimonde's vision went black, and he was plunged into endless darkness.
Archimonde's massive body collapsed, leaving no trace, like ashes after being burned to ashes.
Countless Fel Fire and Corrupted Power erupted, scorching the trunk of Nordrassil. The colossal World Tree rapidly withered and died, losing all its vitality.
The Wrath of Nordrassil is Nordrassil's all-out attack after its self-destruction. On the surface, it appears that Nordrassil's essence killed Archimonde, but in reality, it destroyed Nordrassil's foundation by utilizing the terrifying power of the waters of Mount Hyjal.
Afterwards, Nordrassil, whose roots still remain, may be reborn, but having lost the magic-rich lakes of Mount Hyjal, it will be nothing more than an ordinary World Tree, no different from Teldrassil and Vordrassil.
Before Nordrassil was destroyed, in a corner of the tree trunk, Robbie led dozens of Scourge mages in a busy effort, obtaining the necessary data.
All eyes were on Archimonde; no one knew of Robbie's small group's existence.
After Robbie and his team completed their work, in order to avoid arousing suspicion by generating magical fluctuations, Robbie led his men out of Nordrassil's coverage area on foot before opening Portal to retreat back to Northrend.
Nordrassil burned fiercely, Night Elves wept for the destruction of their homeland. The good news was that the Burning Legion retreated, Archimonde, the terrible, world-destroying Demons, was annihilated.
"That's the power of Wrath of Nordrassil." Though very reluctant, Maiev Shadowsong revealed the truth.
Fandral Staghelm's expression changed slightly; he knew what this meant, but he still honestly addressed everyone:
"That's right, this is the Wrath of Nordrassil. Tyrande and Malfurion didn't abandon us; they destroyed Archimonde at the last moment."
Tyrande's supporters were overjoyed to hear this, as their status and interests would be guaranteed as long as Tyrande remained the leader of the Night Elves.
"Tyrande and Malfurion saved our Night Elf race, saved this world! They are great heroes!" Supporters spread the word throughout the fortress, and it quickly gained widespread support.
Gazing at the raging flames of Nordrassil, Tyrande was somewhat bewildered. The deep, melodious horn sound undoubtedly came from the Horn of Nordrassil, so why did Malfurion only unleash the Wrath of Nordrassil at the very last moment?
Malfurion, having witnessed Archimonde's destruction, finally felt a sense of satisfaction and was overjoyed. He transformed into an owl and happily flew to Tyrande's side.
Tyrande's eyes were filled with suspicion as she asked, "Malfurion, what exactly is going on? I need an explanation."
Malfurion chuckled and replied, "As you have heard and seen, it was I who unleashed the Wrath of Nordrassil, slaying Archimonde. That great Demons has finally fallen, and Azeroth is safe."
Tyrande glared at him, shook her head, and said, "We know each other too well, like our left and right hands. Don't try to lie to me; you can't fool me."
Malfurion hesitated for a moment, as if he had something difficult to say:
"Alright, I admit it. It was my mistake, an accident happened. The Horn of Nordrassil was destroyed, and I don't know who sounded the horn and unleashed the Wrath of Nordrassil. Fortunately, no one else saw it."
Tyrande nodded and said slowly, "It's the worst possible outcome if it doesn't count."
Malfurion solemnly declared, "That's right, we can finally return to our people, in the name of the Savior."
Tyrande and Malfurion returned to the Nighthold hand in hand and received a warm welcome.
Long after the Battle of Mount Hyjal subsided, unpleasant rumors began to circulate in Darnassus, claiming that Malfurion was infatuated with Jaina's beauty, fell for Medivh's scheme, destroyed the Horn of Nordrassil, and that there were magical images to prove that someone else had instigated the Wrath of Nordrassil.
But by then Tyrande had consolidated her power and stopped the spread of rumors. Only the high- Night Elves knew the truth, and privately referred to Malfurion as the Foolish Deer.
When Archimonde turned to ashes, Medivh, watching from afar, gritted his teeth in hatred. This meant his dream of becoming a god had been temporarily shattered. His extreme anger caused his magic to spiral out of control, unleashing a terrifying magical cloud:
"The mighty Legion's great cause, the glorious conquest of Azeroth, has been ruined by a mere rumor. The Scourge, Arthas, I will never forgive you."
Medivh hadn't forgotten those who stood in his way to godhood, and continued viciously:
"Ragnaros the Firelord, Al'Akir the Wind Rider, Illidan the Demon Hunter, Neltharion the Deathwing, how dare you oppose the Guardians! You must pay the price for your actions today, I swear!"
Jaina, standing nearby, counted on her fingers and said, "Guardian, you seem to have forgotten about Therazane the Stonemother."
Medivh hesitated for a moment, his thoughts unclear, then turned away and said, "I don't hit women."
That's a lame excuse; there must be another reason. Jaina didn't press further, and simply pursed her lips, saying:
"Guardian, there's no need to worry. Although the Orcs have suffered heavy losses, their main force is still intact. Aren't those beings trying to save Azeroth? Let Thrall, in the name of destroying Azeroth, unite the mortal forces of Azeroth and wipe them out one by one. Let's see who dares to save Azeroth after that. That will be the example."
Medivh's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands, saying, "Excellent! They wanted to save all living beings, but were destroyed by the power of all living beings. They died with their eyes wide open in anger. There is no better revenge than this, but this needs to be carefully planned."
Robbie obtained Nordrassil's data, meaning the purpose of this journey had been achieved; he could use this data to calculate the location of the Nexus controlling the Aetrite Ore.
There's no need to return to the original Timeline for now. Right here in Northrend, the Scourge's headquarters, the Scourge's scholars and mages, after more than half a month of calculations, have finally located the Nexus.
Unfortunately, the Nexus was built beneath the ancient glacier north of Icecrown Glacier, near the burial site of Sindragosa, the Aspect of the Blue's consort. This adult Blue Dragonflight was eaten by the Orcs, and his resentment Corruption a large area.
"This place looks familiar!"
Robbie suddenly remembered that the Silver Crusade League arena, which Tirion Fordring had built to gather warriors for the conquest of Icecrown Citadel in the near future, was right here!
This is definitely not a coincidence.