Chapter 679 Counterattack Moment

Archimonde stood high, overlooking the entire battlefield, with an arrogant smile on his tentacled face.

He was confident that the evil spells of the Burning Legion were invincible and would be enough to destroy these dragons who dared to interfere in their affairs. In his opinion, these dragons are just creatures in the mortal world. Their power will eventually be bound and limited by the laws of nature, and the Burning Legion from the Twisting Void is enough to crush them.

At the same time, Nathrezim and the wizards joined the battle under the command of Archimonde.

They waved the staffs and magic wands in their hands, chanted ancient eredar spells, and released powerful magical energy. These energies converged into dazzling beams of light and huge whirlpools, surrounding the dragons, constantly weakening their defenses and lives.

Archimonde felt even more proud as he watched the dragons gradually fall into trouble under the onslaught of the Burning Legion. He sneered and thought: "Yes, nothing can stop my great victory! Not even the Dragon Clan!"

His eyes were full of contempt for his enemy. In this seemingly disparate battle, he seemed to have seen the glorious moment when he stood on the top of victory.

However, the demon's long attack failed to do so.

Under Neltharion's skillful command, the dragon troops showed unparalleled strength and unity. In order to balance the overall power and give full play to the characteristics of each tribe, the dragons are intertwined according to different colors, just like a colorful rainbow crossing the sky, lined up solemnly and orderly in the sky.

Next to Neltharion, Alexstrasza, the red dragon queen, Ysera, the green dragon queen, Malygos, the blue dragon king, and the consort of the bronze dragon Nozdormu flew side by side.

If Neltharion looked at the red dragon, he would see Alexstrasza looking around, as if he was looking for something.

However, Neltharion was so deep in his madness that he did not realize that there was a missing dragon—one of the red dragons. Young Cleostrasz did not appear in the queue.

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Viewed from a high altitude, those tiny creatures have begun to watch the approaching dragon troops in horror.

They are as insignificant as ants, but they use all their strength to launch colorful magic attacks, trying to block this unstoppable torrent.

A sinister smile flashed across the corner of Neltharion's mouth, and his reptile-like face revealed sharp teeth. His audience—friends and foes alike—were holding their breath, preparing to witness this historic moment.

"Now," Neltharion said in a low and majestic voice, "let the enemies on the ground see the power of the Dragon Soul!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Neltharion spat out a string of mysterious dragon language, and then this small talisman suddenly burst out with a dazzling light.

A large amount of energy gathered from the dragons into the dragon soul, and soon its brightness exceeded the endurance limit of all creatures present.

Except for Neltharion, the guardian of the earth, the other dragons closed their eyes in pain, unable to look directly at the dazzling light. However, for Neltharion, this dazzling light had an extraordinary attraction, so much so that tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he was still deeply intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

As the light of the talisman reached its peak, the Dragon Soul finally began its attack.

It gathers the endless power and anger of the dragon clan and shoots out a pure golden light. The purity of this golden light surpasses the brilliance of the sun, stars and moon. When it came into contact with attacks from demons, those dark evil spells were instantly swallowed up by the golden light. Their power seemed so insignificant in front of the golden light that they even aroused a stronger reaction from the golden light.

What happened next shocked and horrified all who witnessed it.

That terrifying golden light was like a world-destroying sharp blade, sweeping downwards and penetrating the array of demon troops. Any demon touched by the golden light was instantly wiped out and disappeared into the air without even having time to scream.

The demons looked so helpless and vulnerable in front of this golden light. They howled and screamed and ran around, trying to avoid this fatal golden light. This is the first time that they have shown such embarrassment and fear in front of the enemy. Even when facing the powerful night elf army, they have never felt like this.

However, now, they truly feel the taste of fear, which is a deep-seated feeling of despair and powerlessness.

At the beginning, the elven rebels looked at this scene with awe and shock in their eyes. The sight in front of them left them speechless [Song Neng stood quietly like a stone sculpture.

Even the most arrogant and proud elves among the nobles were just staring dumbfounded at the majestic energy pouring out of the talisman. This power was so strong that they had some kind of illusion - compared with the power of the Well of Eternity they controlled, this energy was undoubtedly much more powerful, making them feel small and powerless.

Everyone in the crowd of rebels cheered, but the time traveler Luo Ning kept shaking his head and repeatedly chanting: "No... …”

His eyes were full of despair and helplessness, because from the demon's tragic situation, he had already foreseen the coming disaster.

Farther away, Illidan stared intently at this spectacular massacre, his heart filled with envy and longing. He felt that the magic and combat skills he had learned throughout his life were so insignificant in front of this power.

He realized how ignorant and ridiculous his arrogance was compared to the power controlled by the dragons.

On the other side of the battlefield, the atmosphere was so tense that it felt like the air was freezing.

Archimonde stood there, his brows furrowed, like two dark clouds pressing on his forehead, his eyes gloomy, swallowing up all the light around him like an abyss.

Because in the face of that unrivaled force, his army that was once hailed as invincible was now like the remaining leaves in the autumn wind, collapsing at the first touch.

Archimonde could feel the malice surging behind him, the anger from Sargeras, rolling in his heart like lava.

He knew very well what consequences this failure would bring. Mannoroth and the highborne elves may have been able to escape, but as the commander of the Burning Legion, he was destined to pay a heavy price for the defeat of this war.

The Burning Legion did fight back, but to no avail.

Both the eredar and nathrezim targeted the rune and its creator. They tried to burn the dragon soul with dark flames, trying to peel off Neltharion's skin piece by piece and penetrate deep into his body. Flesh and blood, until it touches his bones.

Their attack was not only aimed at Neltharion, but also affected all dragons.

However, the brilliance of the talisman has not been dimmed. On the contrary, under the impact of dark magic, it was aroused with a stronger will to resist, and the light bloomed even more dazzlingly.

"It's time!" Earth Guardian Neltharion roared, his voice exploding in the air like thunder, unable to suppress the fanatical thoughts in his heart. He waved his huge claws and ordered: "Set up the magic matrix!"

The dragons obeyed his command and closely linked their consciousness and power.

They had previously established a deep connection with the rune through devotion, and now it was not difficult to add another layer of strength to it. Each dragon felt the other's presence, and their power gathered into a huge torrent, preparing for the coming impact.

Neltharion roared mockingly, and he aimed at the attacking demon wizards, preparing to release the power of the talisman. Following his command, another stream of hot golden light spurted out from the talisman and returned violently towards the demon masters.

Under the baptism of golden light, the groups of Eredar mages were as helpless as fragile straws. The magic they were once proud of seemed so insignificant in front of this power, and they didn't even have a chance to struggle. In an instant, they turned into dust and dissipated in the air.

At the same time, the golden light penetrated the bodies of the fear demons flying in the air like fiery arrows. Their wails echoed in the air, but were drowned out by the golden light. Under the influence of this force, their bodies were burned into white bones and fell to the ground miserably like broken kites.

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The power of the talisman reflected their magic and took away their lives in various horrific ways. Some wizards were backlashed by their own 370 magic, and their bodies were twisted in pain; some were instantly swallowed up by the golden light, without even a chance to struggle.

Finally, even the most ferocious demons began to flee in panic. They used to be so fearless, but now they are as embarrassed as a bereaved dog. They were unable to compete with this force, and even their fear of Sargeras could not stop their retreat. The entire battlefield was dominated by the power of the dragon clan, and the demons looked so small and powerless in this golden light.

When the Felguard, Doomguard, and other demons saw how vulnerable their brethren were to the dragons, their last remaining courage evaporated.

Archimonde stood on the battlefield, looking at the demons fleeing in all directions, feeling angry and helpless in his heart.

As the leader of the demons, he found himself a commander without anyone to command him. Even though he killed several escaping demons around him as a warning, no one paid any attention to his threat. In the eyes of the demons, this was The battle is over, and victory belongs to the dragons and their talismans.

At the same time, the resistance army finally recovered from the shock and responded to the earth-shaking situation. The leader of the resistance army, Lord Ravencrest, rode on his loyal night saber, staring at the retreating demons in front of him with burning eyes. He raised the sword in his hand and shouted in a loud voice: "The time has come! Fight for Kalimdor and Azshara!"

His voice echoed among the rebels like a war drum, arousing the blood and courage deep in the hearts of the soldiers. Under his call, the elven army moved forward like a raging tide, chasing the fleeing demons.

After such a long war, they experienced countless sufferings and sacrifices, but at this moment, the hope of victory finally burned in their hearts. The demons were in a panic under their pursuit. Some were killed directly on the battlefield, while others trampled on each other in panic.

Lord Ravencrest leads the way, his night sabers galloping like the wind on the battlefield, leading a wave of elven warriors to break through the demon's defenses with every charge. His existence became a flag in the resistance army, inspiring the warriors to keep moving forward and fighting.

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