Hokage of Azeroth

As an experienced elder, Viritan undoubtedly made a wise choice.

In contrast, other satyrs obviously lacked awareness of the power of the Archdruid. When they chose to kill Malfurion, the outcome was already doomed.

Malfurion's staff flickered and transformed directly into the form of a giant bear.

"Roar--"

Malfurion in the form of a giant bear is more than ten meters long and is as tall as a hill. With one claw, he can kill a satyr.

The others didn't even take much action. Malfurion single-handedly almost cleared away the enemies blocking the way. The satyrs died and fled, leaving only wreckage everywhere.

After solving the satyr, Malfurion returned to his human form and looked with everyone at the nearby elven town.

Night elves are close to nature, and for them, ancient trees are important friends and even elders.

In night elf villages and towns, there are often some towering ancient trees. As members of the night elf society, they are also powerful guardians.

However, at this moment, in the town in front of them, the lush green ancient trees have long since disappeared, replaced by evil ancient trees that have been corrupted into a dark green color by evil energy. They exude a rotten stench that reaches the sky and continue to spread evil power on the earth.

"The ancient trees here have been completely corrupted," Tyrande said.

Malfurion sighed: "It seems we can only eliminate them."

"Burn it with fire?" Luo Wei asked.

Malfurion thought for a while: "Ordinary fire may not work."

Luo Wei took off the demon blood decapitation sword and said, "Then try this."

As he spoke, he inserted the demon-blood decapitating sword into the ground, and then formed a seal with his hands.

Fire Escape·Dragonfire Technique!

Raging flames immediately poured out of Luo Wei's mouth, and soon hit the scarlet blade of the demon blood decapitation sword.

After making contact with the blade of the demon-blood decapitation sword, the flames immediately turned into scarlet color and continued to flow along both sides of the blade, burning towards the town ahead.

"boom--"

Scarlet flames swept across.

Wherever it passed, ordinary vegetation instantly turned to ashes.

Those corrupted towering ancient trees, even if they were not burned to ashes immediately, would inevitably lead to fire.After a while, their towering branches and leaves were wrapped in scarlet flames and burned fiercely.

"What kind of fire is this?" Tyrande said in surprise.

Luo Wei was still breathing fire, so naturally he couldn't answer.

But he actually couldn't tell.

The scarlet flame of the Demon Blood Beheading Sword is the product of the fusion of the power of the Singing Crystal, the Black Dragon, and Mannoroth. It is incredibly powerful and has strange properties.

This kind of flame, even if you search all over Azeroth, you will definitely find it only in this one place.

Looking at the scarlet flames gradually spreading in the town, Malfurion thought for a moment, then shook his staff lightly, summoning a hurricane.

"Hu-hu-"

The hurricane roared along the edge of the town, forming a hurricane cage that surrounded this corrupt place.

Within the hurricane, fire assisted the wind, and the scarlet flames spread wildly, igniting all the ancient trees in a short time.

Scarlet flames shot straight into the sky.

In the fierce flames, the ancient trees were reduced to ashes one after another.

The charred ashes finally covered this former elven town, like a shroud...

Luo Wei took a breath and put away the demon-blood beheading sword.

Tyrande seemed to still want to know the answer, or maybe he just didn't like the feeling of asking without answering: "Human, what kind of flame did you summon?"

Luo Wei pondered for a moment: "You can call it...'Roaring Fire'."

"Roaring Fire?"

Rowe nodded: "This involves the legend of a warrior. His mind was controlled by Mannolos and he killed his former compatriots, but in the end he redeemed himself by dying with Mannolos."

Tyrande thought for a while: "What is this warrior's name?"

Rowe looked at her: "Grommash Hellscream."

Tyrande was startled for a moment, then frowned: "The orc executioner who killed Cenarius?"

"That was a mistake he made," Rowe simply said.

"Hmph." Tyrande snorted.

Malfurion coughed twice: "Let's go, it's time to wake up the Druid of the Raptor."

The group of people came to the den where the Druid of the Raptor slept, a huge wooden nest built against the mountain.

The demons have obviously tried to break into this place, but at least they have not succeeded so far. The power of the barrier envelopes the wooden nest.

"Wake up, Raptor Druid. The Storm Crow will fly on the battlefield again." Malfurion took a deep breath and slowly blew the horn of Cenarius.

"Moo-"

The low and distant sound of the horn resounded through the sky. Amidst the waves of sound, the surrounding forest leaves also undulated like mountain winds.

"Wow—"

With a sharp cry, a pale black storm crow flew out of the wooden nest.

After him, more and more storm crows flew out of their wooden nests, and the sky was filled with cries.

Moments later, hundreds of storm crows were circling and chirping in the sky, creating a fierce storm.

These huge black crows fell down and transformed into night elf druids with different appearances in the surging light.

"Kalimdor needs you, my brothers," Malfurion said. "The Burning Legion is approaching our World Tree."

The raptor druids bowed their heads and said, "We obey your orders, Grand Master Stormrage."

Malfurion nodded: "Next, we are going to the crypt to awaken the ferocious Claw Druids."

"You go to Mount Hyjal and wait." He said to the Raptor Druid.

"Yes, Master Stormrage." The raptor druids once again transformed into the form of storm crows, rushed into the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

the next day.

Malfurion and his party came to the crypt. The location of the crypt actually belonged to the boundary of Mount Hyjal.

When the sealed stone door at the entrance to the cave was opened, a dull smell hit his face.

Malfurion took the lead and led everyone into the dark crypt.

"The underground caves here have been covered in dust for a long time, and no one has cared about them for about 3000 years." He said slowly, "The place where the Druid of the Claw sleeps is deep in the caves, and the other places do not belong to us. The residents may not be too friendly to us, and we’d better be careful.”

Tyrande said calmly: "The only enemy that can stop us is on the ground. Let us fight quickly."

"You are right, Tyrande," Malfurion agreed.

People walked deeper into the cave.

It's dark here, but the eyes of the night elves can adapt to the darkness very well, and Rowe's vision is equally good here.

Not long after entering the crypt, Tyrande suddenly bent her bow and nocked an arrow, and the arrow lit up with a burning golden light.

"call out--"

The scorching arrows shot out, and a roar suddenly came from the hidden corner in the distance.

"hiss!"