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"A bottle?" Nathanos raised his head. The thick trunk of Teldrassil filled his sight, and even the sun was blocked by it. Medivh seemed to have said just now that there are three bottles of spring water under this tree.

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"So Teldrassil has the power of three sunwells?"

"Yes."

Nathanos frowned. Only three? He originally thought that the World Tree was far more powerful than the Sunwell, but now it seems that it is not the case, and a terrible question has entered Nathanos's mind.

"If...if you want to build a sunwell, you will need one-third of the energy of this tree. But after taking away this part of the energy, can we still defeat Archimonde?"

"It depends on...your decision!"

Medivh threw the question back to him.

'How could I possibly know?'

Nathanos glared at the Guardian, thinking he was joking again at this point, but it seemed like he really didn't know.

"You must make a decision quickly, Nathanos. I feel that Malfurion is calling to the ancient spirits deep in this holy land. Those things do not welcome us."

Without the energy of the spring, what would Alleria and the others do? But without the energy, defeating Archimonde becomes an unknown certainty.

Now is the time to make a choice. Nathanos suddenly understands that this is a test. He must choose between his lover and the world.

Time passed by, and Medivh looked down at Nathanos walking around.

If the Burning Legion cannot be driven out of the world, then everything will be reduced to a sea of ​​fire. At that time, what is the use of restoring the Sunwell to its former appearance? All life on Azeroth will be wiped out.

The undead took a step forward, he had made up his mind. Just as he spoke, a leaf fell from the sky and brushed the skin on his face. Nathanos touched his dying face with one hand. It felt like

The bark around him was the same, but very friendly. Alleria once put her hand on his face like this.

'Nathanos, never leave me again.'

"No." Nathanos said to himself, and Medivh almost mistakenly thought that he was shrinking. "I don't owe the world anything. I am Nathanos, Alleria's lover." He took a deep breath,

His eyes suddenly became sharp. "I've decided."

Doubts disappeared without a trace, and all that was left was just a matter of time.

There seemed to be a victorious smile on the guardian's face. If it were others, such as Malfurion and Jaina, they would definitely choose to save the world instead of risking their lives for the people they love.

Those who show their loyalty to this world may also bring disaster to this world. They are just doing what they think is right and upholding their so-called justice. But the word "justice" is a matter of opinion. To protect the world,

Giving up on protecting the people you want to protect... is selfish. Azeroth does not need such a protector.

At least now it seems that Nathanos passed this test.

The first test!

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The tea cup fell from Jaina's suddenly weak hand and broke into pieces. She gasped for air, she could hardly breathe, and the burning stench was like a knife. One of her hands held the other hand.

"This...what...happened to me?" Jaina's voice was hoarse and trembling, and sweat instantly filled her forehead. She was so scared, as if something...had come...

"Ms. Sylvanas?" For some reason, Jaina wanted to find someone she could rely on. She immediately thought of Windrunner.

"This is not an illusion, Jaina." The female elf licked her dry lips. The temperature was rising steadily and taking away her moisture. "I also feel that the end... is coming!"

"Union..." Jaina was about to shout the word "Alliance" loudly, but she stopped. She and Sylvanas looked at each other, and took a deep breath to keep herself calm. The Alliance has long existed in name only, and...

The alliance is fighting for their respective countries, and at this moment, they are fighting for the survival of the entire world.

"For Azeroth!"

Thrall was startled, as if he had been punched by the tall tauren in front of him. Of course, he believed that Cairn Bloodhoof would not do this. The tauren chief was kind and wise, but he narrowed his eyes at this moment.

Look at him.

"Sal! What's wrong with you?"

The leader of the tribe knew that he had never drank the blood of demons, but he was contaminated by evil energy the moment he was born, so his skin was the same as that of most of his tribe.

He can feel it, and he must feel it. All along, whether he was a slave in Durnholde Castle or after becoming a chief, he has always treated what happened with a calm and rational heart. It is also because of these,

Orgrim chose him to take over the leadership position, Vol'jin was willing to lead his people to join the tribe, and Kane also followed him with the tauren.

But now, an unprecedented desire to kill suddenly arose, which made his right hand holding the Doomhammer sweat. His left hand clenched a fist and opened it again. "Something happened. Something related to the devil. I

...I feel it." There should be no contact between the orcs and demons after Grom killed Mannoroth. At least his people are no longer under the control of the other party, but there still seems to be something lingering.

Keep him alert.

"Let everyone prepare for battle." He said to Kane and Vol'jin. "I can be sure that they are coming."

For a long time, Malfurion had almost forgotten this feeling. He stood in the center of a magic circle, motionless. When he raised his hands, a door suddenly appeared blocking the way to the World Tree.

It's still a time of narrow escape, last time it was the Well of Eternity, this time it's Teldrassil again.

Malfurion Stormrage, the first druid of the night elves, slowly opened his eyes. He looked back and saw that the sky in the distance was painted with dark green, while on this side it was sunny and full of creatures.

Bathed in the grace of Teldrassil, the world tree. The evil green sky is rushing towards here with flashing thunder, devouring the original healthy color of the sky and spreading like a plague.

"It's begun!" Tyrande shouted what everyone knew. Standing next to her was the general of the Kaldorei Sentinel Force, Shandris Feathermoon. She looked very nervous, as nervous as the priestess.

Humans and orcs must hold back the demons!

The ground trembled, and Nathanos, who was standing on the top of the mountain, felt it especially clearly. He could even hear Archimonde shouting.
Chapter completed!