Chapter 287

"Illidan..." Kelthas uttered the name, shaking his lips.

The Betrayer Illidan was released and killed the Burning Legion's Dread Lord Tichondrius in the forest of feywood.

And his most iconic army is Naga.

Those compatriots in the deep sea, the upper elves ten thousand years ago!

So, losema and Illidan come together?

When did they approach? When did you get together?

The prince couldn't think clearly.

But he knew that he and his people had become chessmen.

Garrithus looked at lotherma, then at kelsus, and then at the Naga army that was coming out of the sea.

He laughed.

"Betrayer?"

"The alliance has already known..."

"Someone will deal with him!"

One night elf after another appeared on the ship of garrithus.

The shadow song of Maiev emerges from the shadow.

The high priestess who followed the traitor had already vowed with her life that she would bring the prisoner back to his cage!

Kelthas was cold when he saw it.

He finally understood.

Everything is hypocritical.

What alliance, what honor, what faith.

It's all fake! It's all fake!

Once it's profitable, they tear up all the camouflage.

Even the night elves!

At this time, the well of the sun suddenly trembled.

The golden well water is hot and boiling like lava.

That small sapling, a piece of tender leaves of the seedlings of the world tree, slowly spread out.

Its shadow is reflected in the well water.

It's reflected all over querdanas.

The golden yellow roots appear from the land of the island.

Strong arcane energy, rolling, boiling.

"You..." A crisp sound, from these roots, from the sky.

That piece of tender leaves, countless shadows are quietly stretching.

"Take me..."

"What is the only mother tree planted by the great master?"

The tender voice rings directly in everyone's heart.

"Blasphemy!"

"Unforgivable blasphemy!"

"Great master..."

The anger of the saplings, let the roots, directly out of the earth.

Over the whole island of querdanas, the green leaves slowly folded into a magnificent and fantastic scene.

It is a pattern composed of strange rings and magnificent paths.

Brilliant powers haunt these patterns.

Countless lights, blooming a devastating color.

"You are blaspheming the great master

This is where the saplings are most angry!

It's nothing to insult him.

After all, it's just a young tree still in development.

However, these foolish mortals regard him as nothing, the virgin tree planted and watered by the great master himself. They even discuss the words of destruction, capture and dedication in front of him.

This is an unforgivable blasphemy!

The most direct and most shameful blasphemy to the great master!

Because it doesn't pay attention to his master at all!

This is a big crime!

Unforgivable, incurable crime!

If we can't punish these blasphemers immediately, sapling knows that others will do it.

In this lower world, there are several seeds for great beings to come at any time.

Once these seeds are activated, the servants of the great master will come.

Then, in their anger, they will tear up the whole world!

I'm afraid even he will eat a meal.

Therefore, the young sapling is angry and frightened now.

So he immediately began to use his power.

It is also the only initiative that his master has watered and awakened.

"Die!"

"Die!"

"Stupid mortals!"

In the anger of the saplings, the rings fell from the sky, one path after another, around the island.

Arcane is boiling, magic is released in anger.

Roots from the depths of the earth, roots flying in anger.

At this time, everyone was surprised to find that their own body, seems to be fixed by some force.

They droop their heads and entangle their bodies with innumerable roots.Not only that, these terrible roots, but also firmly entangled their souls!

Around the body, a ring, blooming bright light.

In those paths, there is a powerful energy.

Looking up, people see the sky, one by one angels, open their wings.

The Holy Light blooms from the angels.

When you look at it again, the angels look different.

Their bodies are like roots, and their sacred wings are like tiny long whiskers.

If you look closely, people will find that the appearance of those angels seems to be themselves.

"I became an angel?"

Humans, Naga and high elves all felt a kind of fear and horror from the depths of their souls.

It seems that turning oneself into an angel is a kind of terrible disaster and curse.

The next second, they know why!

The bright light covers everything.

Those angels, in a little bit broken, into light.

At this moment, the light that blooms on the island of quildanas can be seen even on Argus.

The leaders of the Burning Legion, one after another.

They all feel some kind of power to destroy them!

"This is..." Kil'jaeden swallowed his mouth and said, "the self explosion of an empty king?"

But he soon learned that it was not.

It's a powerful being releasing the forbidden art!

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Storm city.

Countess katnara, standing in the window of the castle.

She looked in the direction of Lordaeron.

There, bright pillars of light, a root of straight into the sky, even in the daytime is still clearly visible.

She lowered her head and grinned.

"Not bad..."

"The temptation is out..."

"I have to tell my brother..."

And the whole storm City, now it's starting to get confused.

Because, these beams of light are so dazzling that everyone starts to worry.

After all, the destruction of the kingdom of Lordaeron and the kingdom of quel'sanas did not take long.

People worry that this is the result of natural disasters and even the attack of the Burning Legion.

In the palace, the Regent, Duke Bolvar, is also looking at the column of light rising from Lordaeron.

"Why don't I know that marshal garrithus led his army to queldanas?" He asked the ministers.

But no one answered him.

"Send someone to investigate immediately!" The Regent ordered.

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Stansom.

Sylvanas suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of quildanas.

Her eyes, see endless beams of light.

"What happened?" She immediately jumped out of the hidden room and landed on a tall building.

The column of light of quildanas is blooming.

Her heart was pounding.

She no longer cares to play hide and seek with the natural disasters in this Alsace lair.

She quickly began to turn back.

The power of the sun blooms out of her body.

She started running towards home.

She knew that she had to go back at once!

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Sitting in the counter, Ling Ping An yawns listlessly.

He just refreshed his background data.

17……

From yesterday to today, a total of 5.

It looks good!

It's just

He just has no spirit today. He doesn't want to code words.

Looking at the door, still in the patter of the rain.

Suddenly he began to worry about his little sapling.

"It won't freeze, will it?"

It's really a little cold today. The temperature drop is obvious.

So he got up and went upstairs.

As he walked to the third floor, he saw the little sapling in the plastic basin.

Leaves are drooping, a look of malnutrition.

Ling Ping An scratched his head: "sure enough, the weather is cold, even saplings will have an impact."

So he quickly squatted down and looked at the small sapling: "you must be strong, little guy..."

In case it freezes to death.

There will be no peaches next year.

So he thought about it and decided to apply some fertilizer.

So, untie the belt

Wow

Don't say, a bubble urine down, the leaves of the sapling spirit up.

"Sure enough..." Ling Ping An nodded: "it is lack of nutrition!"Saplings, like people, have to eat.

And this little sapling is planted in a plastic pot, so it's up to him to fertilize!

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