Moon of White Deer Malorne, the oldest Demi-god in the World of Azeroth, had fallen.
The Resistance Army had reached the gates of Capital Eldorei. The utterly ruined city could already be seen in the distance. That was the end point of this war.
Then, the elves encountered the most powerful enemy they had faced since the war began.
Archimonde the Defiler appeared in person.
The highest Grand Lord of the Eredar possessed terrifying Fel Energy. His giant-like body advanced at an unhurried pace, requiring no army to shield or support him.
His spell, known as Death's Finger, inflicted devastating casualties upon the Resistance Army. Countless soldiers died instantly beneath that red glow of energy, unable to resist or fight back. It was an utterly unreasonable instant kill.
Elisande had been struck by one as well. But at the critical moment, the energy eye atop her staff erupted with intense golden light, forming a Divine Power shield. Death's Finger struck the shield without causing even the slightest ripple.
The Archmage could feel the fury radiating from the Divine Eye. The Titan Divine Lord, who had not acted until now, was incomparably enraged. Someone had dared try to kill his cherished possession, and Boss Hu decided to roll up his sleeves and personally kill the bastard.
"Hold steady. Endure a little longer. Divine Lord will arrive soon, and Archimonde is as good as dead!"
Elisande's words reassured the allied army. As long as that Titan avatar, who had never acted personally, was willing to enter the battle, the obstacles between them and Capital Eldorei would no longer be a problem.
But holding out came at a price, and that price was Malorne.
The valiant Moon of White Deer engaged Archimonde in close combat. This oldest of the Wild Demigods even gained the upper hand for a time, his enormous antlers driving Archimonde back again and again.
But the overwhelming disparity in strength remained before them. The elven allied army witnessed a scene that made their eyes split with rage.
Archimonde seized Moon of White Deer tightly, and then...
Crack!
A crisp snap rang across the entire battlefield.
Malorne's limp body was thrown back into the elven allied army's lines by the Defiler, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Who's next?"
Archimonde's cold voice rang out, carrying endless killing intent.
Archimonde had a bellyful of rage to vent over the Burning Legion's defeat.
The supreme god Sargeras was deeply dissatisfied with him. This was also his first setback in countless years. This world's resistance far exceeded that of any world he had encountered before.
The elven allied army fell silent. Then...
"I... I challenge you."
Jarod Shadowsong stepped forward, gripping the longsword in his hand tightly, though he knew it could not inflict even the slightest injury upon Archimonde.
"Ah... pitiful commander of the allied army. You are just like those defiant insects—so foolish... How should I kill you?"
Archimonde strode up to Jarod, lowering his head to look down upon the tiny Night Elf as he let out a low laugh.
"I will fight to the end. You may kill me, but Azeroth will never abandon the resistance. The Burning Legion will fail!"
Jarod assumed a fighting stance. As commander of the Resistance Army, he was determined to defend their last shred of dignity.
"Then I shall... Hm?"
The sound of beating wings came from afar. Archimonde raised his head and looked toward the distant sky.
Dragons—dragons covering the sky.
The Dragon Aspects had officially joined the war.
"You think these oversized lizards can save you? Ignorant and pitiful. Your world will surely burn to ash!"
The moment Archimonde finished speaking, he sensed an incomparably terrifying energy fluctuation rapidly approaching from afar. Its power was so immense that it made even him feel fear—a fear he had only ever felt before the supreme god Sargeras.
"How is this possible?"
Jarod grinned.
"If I were you, Archimonde, I'd run immediately. Otherwise, not even your evil god can save you."
"Who was it?! Who dared attack my Elisande?! I'll drag you out and roast you alive in Divine Flame!" A rumbling voice arrived before its owner, carrying boundless might.
Elisande, among the Resistance Army, immediately raised her staff and began guiding the attack toward its target for her Divine Lord.
Never underestimate a woman's ability to hold a grudge, even if you had not truly hurt her.
Archimonde felt an extreme danger lingering around him. Looking down, he saw a strange Arcane Pillar hovering over his heart.
Run! If I don't run now, I'll really die! I have to warn the supreme god—the World of Azeroth has produced a mysterious and powerful being.
A Divine Light Pillar howled in from afar, like a spear brimming with killing intent.
Thick Fel Flame wrapped around Archimonde. The next instant, the Defiler vanished from where he stood.
The Divine Light Pillar did not stop. It continued surging forward, and every demon along its path was annihilated in an instant, leaving not even scraps behind.
This Divine Spear slammed directly into Capital Eldorei, piercing straight through the city before finally dissipating.
A broad, savage scar split the entire city in two. Already utterly ruined, Eldorei now looked even more like a vast wasteland of rubble.
The Resistance Army finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then, under Jarod's orders, they camped in place to rest and prepare for the final assault.
The Dragons had not intended to join the war so soon, but the presence in Suramar had made them extremely uneasy as well.
That God of Magic named Sarodar was very likely a living Titan of the Pantheon.
If even a Titan had rolled up his sleeves and personally entered the war while they merely stood by watching, that would have been truly unbearable.
Thus, after sensing the energy fluctuation from Suramar begin to move, the Dragons immediately took action as well. Their main force headed straight for Eldorei, the Night Elves' capital.
The final decisive battle was about to erupt. The Burning Legion's main forces had already returned to defend this once-glorious giant city.
Looking at the pale violet city walls in the distance, Hu Feng fell silent for a moment before flying toward the Resistance Army's camp.
At the heart of Eldorei, beyond the portal beside The Well of Eternity, Hu Feng could sense a very familiar presence.
The Dark Titan Sargeras. He had not expected to meet him again so soon.
He had to destroy the portal before Sargeras successfully descended. In his current state, he was still far from being a match for Sargeras.
That was hardly surprising. One was an unborn Titan World Soul, while the other was an established Dark Titan and the Pantheon's former chief enforcer. The contrast could not have been more obvious.
Oh, and there were also the Old Gods.
Hu Feng could also sense that deep within The Well of Eternity, the Old Gods' power still lingered like a haunting shadow. They seemed to be plotting something.
At the same time, a strange current of sand swirled above The Well of Eternity.
That was the power of the time guardian. Dragon King of Time Nozdormu had likely noticed the changes in The Well of Eternity, as well as the changes in the Old Gods.
More precisely, that was not the Nozdormu of this moment, but Nozdormu from some point in the future.
However, his presence was weakening, as though he were being forcibly stripped away and expelled from this point in time.
Hu Feng had changed the predetermined fate, and this Nozdormu from the future was powerless to interfere with him. Even the timeline that belonged to him no longer welcomed him.
As for the Nozdormu of this moment, he seemed to have already accepted the current situation.
His future self was no longer himself. If the Titan insisted on interfering with and changing the predetermined fate, then he could only accept reality. The future self from the originally predetermined fate would no longer be himself either.
It sounded somewhat convoluted, but that was probably Dragon King of Time Nozdormu's current thinking.
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