Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Theoretically speaking, if Illidan is allowed to continue bombarding the Frozen Throne, Ner'zhul will certainly be cold, but he will release more troublesome things, and the gains will definitely outweigh the losses.

How strong the ancient gods were in their heyday, you can guess one or two from the titan guardians that Y'Shaarji hangs and fights.

Even if Yogg-Saron's strength is slightly lower than that of Bishaji, after tens of thousands of years of sealing, he is not in the best condition, and it is not comparable to the Lich King.

"That's it!"

Knowing that Illidan lacks air force, Andrea swaggered through the air, and a few highly compressed holy light arrows landed on Illidan's side like a warning, surrounding his body.

"Enemy attack!"

It wasn't until Andrea showed up that the Naga defenders below realized that there was suddenly an extra person above their heads.

The male naga controlled the heavy harpoon gun and fired at Andrea from the ground, and the naga witch also began to cast spells to try to shoot down the uninvited guest in the air.

The first female Naga leader with a beautiful appearance was obviously taken aback when she saw Andrea, "Andrea Moon Shadow? Why is he here?"

"Wait, don't attack..."

Before the leader finished speaking, Naga's first wave of attacks had already flown out.

Illidan, who was attacked in the rear, had to stop the ceremony, and Ner'zhul temporarily escaped.

But the soul essence of the Lich King was flowing out through the cracks in the eternally frozen ice, and Ner'zhul's screams kept echoing in Arthas's mind.

"My knight, return to Icecrown Glacier immediately, my strength is draining!"

On the other side, a large part of the undead who took the initiative to flirt with the steel army and the demon battlefield suddenly stopped moving, and some of the more tenacious undead raised their heads and looked around blankly.

Coincidentally, the undead in the eastern continent also changed. Arthas felt that his power from Frostmourne was rapidly weakening, and his rule over the undead army was gradually losing control.

"Kel'Thuzad!"

Arthas held his head with difficulty and stepped back from the front line, calling the archlich who was leading the psychic to confront Jaina and other Dalaran mages.

"King Arthas, what's the matter?"

"Well!"

Arthas snorted again, "The Lich King is in danger, I must return to Northrend immediately, and the army here will be handed over to you. If you can't do anything, don't force it, and pull all the troops back to the city of Lordaeron. "

The fire of Kel'Thuzad's soul flickered slightly, "I understand, the Lich King is the hope of our undead, and please Your Majesty to set out to rescue as soon as possible."

Watching Alsace stumbling on his undead steed Invincible and flying towards Stratholme, Kel'Thuzad's bone cane dragged his white chin and fell into deep thought.

'A large number of undead are out of control, and Andorhal seems unable to hold on, and just retreated to Lordaeron's royal city to wait and see what happened. '

Looking up to the west, Kel'Thuzad's mood was a bit complicated, "Chairman Moon Shadow, is this also in your calculations?" '

...

The plan to kill the Lich King failed, and Illidan turned his head angrily and shouted, "Who ruined my event?!"

At this time, Andrea was being besieged by Naga on the ground, and the harpoon, trident and lightning spells fell on him at the same time.

Using the light shield to easily attack all the crotch, Andrea frowned and looked at the unrelenting Naga below.

"court death."

With a wave of his hand, a large number of holy light spikes fell into Naga's position, and the screams made Illidan subconsciously look under the altar.

Numerous naga pierced by the golden light cone wailed in pain, and the fiery holy light was burning their bodies.

The female Naga leader at the head swung a four-handed water magic barrier to block the attack that was attacking him, and stopped the Naga who wanted to launch a second round of attacks.

Seeing that Andrea was going to continue to fight, Illidan hurriedly swung the double blades of Azzinoth to interrupt his movement.

"stop!"

Andrea leaned back to avoid Illidan's attack, floating in the air, and met the demon hunter's green eyes covered with black cloth.

"You... I seem to know you."

Illidan recognized something from the similar energy form in Andrea's body, and asked with some uncertainty, "Night Elf, who are you?"

Ten thousand years ago, Andrea and Illidan had fought side by side, but at that time, the situation was urgent, and Illidan's personality was aloof, so he would only chat around Tyrande, and the two had no direct communication at all.

After the war, Illidan was imprisoned for 10,000 years soon because of his death, and Andrea didn't even have a complete conversation with Illidan.

Seeing that Naga stopped attacking under the control of the leader's old acquaintance, Andrea didn't intend to continue to attack.

Significantly, he glanced at the face of the Naga leader, and Andrea returned his attention to the demon hunter in front of him.

"Yes, you know me. Ten thousand years ago, we resisted the invasion of the Burning Legion together, right next to the Well of Eternity."

Illidan was stunned for a moment, and then he looked dazed, "I remembered, you are Malfurion's apprentice, and your name seems to be... Andrea?"

"Yes."

Andrea smiled and stroked her chest in salute, "Andrea Moonshadow, Chairman of the Supreme Council of the Republic of Night, long time no see, Demon Hunter, Illidan Stormrage."

"Speaker...so that's the case."

Illidan's original expression of anger gradually dissipated, "You are the nasty Chancellor Moon Shadow mentioned by Tyrande. I didn't expect Malfurion's little follower to sneak into him."

'Tyrande... you really don't miss any chance to blackmail me. '

"So?" Illidan asked threateningly with the double-bladed language of Azzinoth, "Why did you stop me from killing the Lich King? Don't you want to get rid of the undead?"

"Of course I would, but at least not in this way."

Andrea put the staff of Garnier horizontally in the air, raised his legs and sat up on it, making it clear that he had no intention of continuing to fight.

"Your attack has greatly weakened the Lich King's strength, at least for a long time, he can no longer jump out to make trouble, but do you know what the consequences will be if you continue to bombard Northrend with the Eye of Sargeras? ?”

"as a result of?"

Illidan sneered, "The consequence is that the Lich King will die. At most, Wyrmrest Temple will sink into the Arctic sea. I don't need to consider the fate of those nosy lizards."

"Wrong, big mistake, you really don't know anything."

Andrea shook her head and said solemnly, "Listen well, the most important thing in Northrend is not Wyrmrest Temple, but the Titan Fortress Ulduar located in the Storm Peaks."

"I don't know if you have heard of the existence of the ancient gods. Ulduar seals one of the ancient gods named Yogg-Saron."

"Your continuous bombardment of the Frozen Throne will indeed kill the Lich King, but it will also free Yogg-Saron who is imprisoned in Ulduar."

"The Old Gods... are not comparable to the Lich King and his ilk. By then, the damage to Azeroth will be far greater than that of the Lich King."

Andrea stared fixedly at the shaken Illidan, "Do you...do you want to help your master Kil'jaeden destroy Azeroth?"