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Archimonde stood on a high place, overlooking the entire battlefield, with a proud smile on his tentacled face.

He was confident that the Burning Legion's fel magic was invincible, and once it was used, it would be enough to destroy the dragons who dared to interfere in their affairs. In his view, these dragons were just creatures of the mortal world, and their power would eventually be bound and restricted by the laws of nature, and the Burning Legion from the twisting void was enough to crush them.

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

They waved their staffs and wands, chanted ancient Eredar spells, and released powerful magical energy. These energies gathered into dazzling beams of light and huge vortices, surrounding the dragons, constantly weakening their defense and life.

Archimonde watched the dragons gradually fall into trouble under the fierce attack of the Burning Legion, and his pride became even greater. He sneered and thought: "Yes, nothing can stop my great victory! Not even the dragons!".

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

However, the demon's arrogant attack failed.

Under the clever command of Neltharion, the dragon army showed unparalleled strength and unity. In order to balance the overall strength and give full play to the characteristics of each tribe, the dragons intertwined with each other according to different colors, like a colorful rainbow across the sky, solemnly and orderly lined up in the air.

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

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

However, Neltharion was so caught up in the frenzy that he did not notice that a dragon was missing from the scene - one of the red dragons, the young Koel'strasz, was not in the ranks.

Looking down from the sky, the tiny creatures had already begun to watch the approach of the dragon army in horror.

They were as insignificant as ants, but they tried their best to launch colorful magical attacks, trying to stop this unstoppable torrent.

A grim smile flashed across Neltharion's mouth, and sharp teeth were revealed on his reptilian face. His audience - both friends and enemies - were already holding their breath, ready 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 the voice fell, Neltharion uttered a string of mysterious dragon language, and then the small talisman suddenly burst into 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 the Earth Guardian Neltharion, all other dragons closed their eyes in pain.He closed his eyes and could not 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, but 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 gathered the endless power and anger of the dragon race and shot out a pure golden light, the purity of which surpassed the brilliance of the sun, stars and moon. When it came into contact with the attack from the demon, those dark evil spells were instantly swallowed up by the golden light. Their power seemed so insignificant in front of the golden light, and even aroused a stronger reaction from the golden light.

The next scene shocked and terrified all the witnesses.

The terrible golden light was like a sharp blade of destruction, sweeping down and penetrating the array of the demon army. Any demon touched by the golden light was instantly annihilated, and disappeared into the air before even a scream could be heard.

The demons looked so helpless and vulnerable in front of this golden light. They wailed, screamed, and ran around, trying to avoid this deadly golden light. This was the first time they showed such embarrassment and fear in front of the enemy. Even when facing the powerful night elf army, they had never felt this way.

But now, they really felt the taste of fear, a kind of despair and powerlessness that went deep into their bones.

At first, the elven rebels looked at this scene with awe and shock in their eyes. The scene before them made them speechless and could only stand quietly like stone sculptures.

Even the most conceited and proud elves among the nobles were just staring at the majestic energy gushing out of the rune in amazement. This power was so strong that they had some kind of illusion - compared with the power of the Well of Eternity that they controlled, this energy was undoubtedly much stronger, making them feel small and powerless.

Everyone in the crowd of rebels cheered, except for the time traveler Ronin, who kept shaking his head and repeating: "No... No... No..."

His eyes were full of despair and helplessness, because from the miserable state of the demons, he had foreseen the impending disaster.

Far away, Illidan stared at this spectacular massacre, his heart full of envy and desire. He felt that the magic and combat skills he had learned in his life seemed 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 seemed as if the air was about to solidify.

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

Because in the face of that unmatched power, his army, which was once hailed as invincible, was now like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, and it collapsed at the touch of a button.

Archimonde can feel behind himThe surging malice, the anger from Sargeras, rolled in his heart like lava.

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

The Burning Legion did fight back, but it was useless.

Both the Eredar and the Nathrezim turned their spears on the rune and its creator. They tried to burn the dragon soul with the dark flames, trying to peel off Neltharion's skin piece by piece, penetrate his flesh and blood, and touch his bones.

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

However, the glory of the rune did not dim. On the contrary, under the impact of dark magic, it was aroused with a stronger will to resist, and the light it bloomed was even more dazzling.

"It's time!" Neltharion, the Earth Guardian, roared, his voice exploding in the air like thunder, unable to suppress the fanaticism 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 together.

They had already established a deep connection with the rune through dedication, and it was not difficult to add more strength to it now. Each dragon felt the existence of each other, and their power gathered into a huge torrent, ready to meet the upcoming impact.

Neltharion roared mockingly, aiming at the attacking demon wizards, ready to release the power of the rune. With his order, another stream of scorching golden light burst out from the rune and swept violently towards the demon wizards.

Under the baptism of golden light, groups of Eredar wizards were like fragile straws, unable to resist. The magic they once prided themselves on seemed so insignificant in front of this power that they didn't even have a chance to struggle. In a flash, they turned into dust and dissipated into the air.

At the same time, golden light pierced through the bodies of the flying dreadlords like blazing arrows. Their wailing echoed in the air, but was drowned out by the golden light. Under the influence of this power, their bodies were burned into white bones and fell to the ground miserably like broken kites.

Wizards in other places tried to cast magic to resist this golden torrent, but their efforts were in vain.

The power of the talisman rebounded their magic and took their lives in various horrible ways. Some wizards were backfired by their own magic, their bodies twisted in pain; some were instantly swallowed 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 were as miserable as dogs that had lost their homes. They were unable to resist this force, and even their fear of Sargeras could not stop them from retreating.Dominated by the dragons, the demons looked so small and powerless in this golden light.

When the demon guards, doom guards and other demons saw that their compatriots were vulnerable to the dragons, their last courage disappeared.

Archimonde stood on the battlefield, looking at the fleeing demons, feeling angry and helpless.

As the leader of the demons, he found himself a commander with no one to command. Even if he killed several fleeing demons beside him as a warning, no one paid attention to his threats. In the eyes of the demons, the battle was over, and the victory belonged to the dragons and their runes.

At the same time, the rebels finally recovered from the shock and responded to the upheaval. The leader of the rebels, Lord Ravencrest, rode on his loyal Nightblade Panther, stared at the retreating demons in front of him with a sharp gaze, raised his sword, and shouted loudly: "The time has come! Fight for Kalimdor and Azshara!"

His voice echoed in the rebels like a war drum, stirring the blood and courage deep in the hearts of the warriors. Under his call, the elven army advanced like a surging tide, chasing and killing the fleeing demons.

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

Lord Ravencrest led the charge, his Night Blade Leopard galloping on the battlefield like the wind, and every charge led a wave of elven warriors to break through the demons' defenses. His existence became a banner among the rebels, inspiring the warriors to keep moving forward and fighting.