No one would have thought that I could withstand such a strong attack, but for me it was not so much that I was attacked, it was Archmond who gave me life in a way with the power he had just attacked. Yes, the life given by Archmond. However, this rebirth is not to return to my former human form, but to return to the state of the undead, the state that Archmond wanted me, one without any disguise, or another without any concealment from him, which is what I should have been now.

Losing the disguise of the Red Dragon and recovering his physical strength, my consciousness felt extremely clear. I could even feel that I was already noticed by everyone. Although they knew that my rise would not pose any threat to Archmond, and although my form was disgusted by others, it was still a kind of motivation. After countless battles, everyone found that I did not leave them, and after several life and death, I could stand to the end. How inspiring it would be to insist on my faith without giving up...

Everyone must think so. I strengthened my will and tried to abandon the impact of the dialogue with Archmond in the phantom just now. But when I thought this way, there was always some will around me that interfered with my thinking and made me give up this positive understanding. Of course, I also felt that Archmond was indeed interfering with my understanding, just like he was staring at me now.

I raised my hands and looked at my blood-free skin. Although I had accepted it, can I accept the reality of my appearance in this form?... that is, I did not leave them, and I kept fighting them, which sounds very honorable, but in fact, I am the undead, and in terms of form, I have been disliked by everyone.

The Undead... I thought of the scene when I was escorted back to Lordaeron. The eyes of the people still vividly remembered it and it was in pain. Thinking of this, I felt a little timid and evasive. I really hoped that I could still be like a red dragon, but now even if I could turn back to that kind of beast, it would be meaningless. After all, the disguise has been torn apart, and everyone has understood my identity. This is what I have to face.

But that's all. I can't think about those things anymore. Perhaps I was just shrouded in Archmond's illusion, and I was still a little extreme and hesitant. I am now deeply trapped in the struggle of thought.

But on the other hand, this is how ridiculous this is. My resurrection is also dependent on Archmond's power. He obviously would not want us to rekindle the morale against him. He just wants us to despair, so he resurrected me and then made me surrender to him. What this brings us is real despair and give up resistance. So in the face of my resurrection, Archmond also developed expectations, and he had absolute confidence. After all, to be honest, the promise he gave me was already very generous.

And when I saw his expectation, I felt even more frightened because his firm expression made me convinced me of a fact, that is, the illusion just now was absolutely true, Archmond made a promise to me, and I also confirmed his sincerity through the moment he just released the power of the holy light. Yes, after all, with his huge strength now, there is no need to deceive me, and I have also put so much energy into me.

Reason was a little shaken. Yes, if I had a way to defeat him, or if I hadn't been so miserable, I wouldn't hesitate about what he called promises. But now I'm really shaken. After all, from another perspective, what Archmond promised was exactly what I wanted...

"Submit to me!"

Archmond shouted again. Although his voice was very low, the oppression on such a calm face really made people feel irresistible. Perhaps it was not that some of his beliefs were still persisting, and he had already bowed his head. But even if those beliefs exist, how long can I last with the interference of Archmond? After a painful feeling of closing my eyes, my knees bent reluctantly. At this time, I felt Archmond's smile, as well as the shock and commotion of the people around me, and perhaps it was true. The sporadic resistance around seemed to come to an abrupt end...

I could feel that feeling... When I saw the feeling after I was reborn again, maybe they thought I was a dead soul and became disgusted, but my past, coupled with what I did along the way, could still arouse their determination and morale to resist, and make them persist in confrontation, but these determinations and motivated morale will also collapse instantly after I bent my knees.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel very regretful, regretting my selfishness, and regret disappointing everyone. I don't know what Jaina would think when she saw me like this. She would definitely be as excited as others to first appear, and then despair of my behavior.

I didn't dare to continue thinking about this, but my sense of justice still asked me to delve into this result. In this regard, I just used the conditions that Archmond promised me in the end, that is, letting me go to comfort myself. But how do I believe that she will accept this choice, and how should I face him in my heart? Or will she accept it happily? Is this possible? And my friends, what will they think.

When I closed my eyes, the struggle of my consciousness became more and more intense. It was because I didn't want to face all this in my heart, or other factors, that I felt a familiar feeling in my consciousness... Yes, Alextasa has arrived here, and she must not be able to sit idly by now... The green dragon queen in green clothes gradually appeared in front of me.

"Althus! You can't let the devil's mercy! Get up quickly." The illusion appeared, and the surroundings gradually changed from the battlefield of gunpowder and the sky polluted by demons to the appearance of some primeval forests. After meeting me, the fighting environment became peaceful. Even Archmond's huge body was buried and disappeared without knowing it... Yes, I know where this is, I'm here to live. I also know that she is here, but unlike before, she did not smile but was disappointed and angry...

“Yesera…”

When I asked this, I was originally very empty, but gradually returned to reality, or the reality in the jade dream, but it was also her complete appearance that made me feel a little guilty. After all, my behavior failed their expectations, although I did not promise or have any reasons to be responsible for them.

"Acmond gave you a good commitment, but do you think it really matters?"

Isera kept accusing me, and I was just looking for some excuses to circumvent her questioning, and the so-called excuses are not difficult to find now.

"I didn't think how good it was, but it was better than I am now. And Archmond was too powerful to resist. I could save us if I surrendered, and he promised not to destroy our world."

I should have said it as expected, and this attitude obviously only makes her even more angry. With her anger, the entire Emerald Dream is not peaceful. Of course, I am not sure if this ominousness only comes from Isera's anger, and it also includes the external Archmond trying to intervene. After all, Archmond, who is one level stronger than Isera, will not be blinded by the spells she released in person. However, Isera did not care about this. She just wanted to change my behavior and thoughts, so she continued to blame me:

"But what is the price? Then you will live in humiliation, contrary to your ideals and beliefs! And we all become slaves, even slaves!"

"Faith? Holy Light?" I felt that Yserra's question was a little ridiculous, or the only thing he proposed about the 'holy Light' made me feel very aggrieved and angry, and my own language and her became intense. "I have been abandoned by the Holy Light, and Archmond can even master the power of the Holy Light that is much stronger than us. Is the Holy Light so trustworthy?"

"If you don't trust the Holy Light, then why would you still surrender to Archmond's huge Holy Light? Or is Archmond able to master stronger Holy Light makes you doubt your faith, then what is your true faith? Is it just the holy light of justice? If so, why don't the means used by various countries in your growth violate the Holy Light? Or is it just that you believe in only simple rights and your desires..."

Facing her continuous questions and every sentence that talks about me in my heart made me feel very wronged, but it was her question that made me tear my disguise and become selfish without any concealment. Yes, she was right, and even her accusations were still reserved. It was with this change in her inner attitude that I felt that my betrayal was more at ease, and our quarrel became more intense.

"I... do have a strong desire. I want a lot, my country, my people, my partners, and..." I did not hide my thoughts from her. In the face of her magic power, there is no need to hide it. More reason is that I want to know what the bottom line of the Green Dragon is in front of my desire. After all, I have done a lot of sinister and cunning things. Of course, my tentative idea obviously cannot hide it from her. It is better to admit it like her. "There are more power and more rights, I think you know... you should have known it a long time ago."

"If you think you have become a slave to the demon, won't Jaina and the others be disappointed in you? Do you think she will still trust you? Will she still maintain a dependence with you? If it were her, I would definitely be extremely disappointed in you."

"Maybe, but I don't want her to die. If she were her, I might have chosen this way!" I defended my behavior and fought for more reason for my own rebellion. But it was my attitude that made our quarrel fierce. It was at this time that I gradually saw a reality, or a difference. That is, if we fought for the difficult confrontation between the beginning and the present, what is the difference between the interests or goals we fought for and what Archmond promised to me. This question was placed in front of me, and my question was obviously noticed by Iserra, and there was also the answer I wanted in her.

"Maybe? If Jaina and the others were really you, she would never agree to such conditions. She and your partners led this army to this continent to unite the creatures here to fight the Burning Legion. Otherwise, she would have negotiated with Archmond long ago. Archmond would not have given her a promise that was much worse than you, right?"

Isera's question made me more clear. Yes, if Jaina escaped here, why not compromise with the demon? If Archmond could tempt me such a promise, wouldn't such a promise be more suitable? Obviously Jaina and the others did not agree with this promise. Thinking of this, I felt that my selfishness was indeed far worse than her in terms of justice.

I was a little discouraged, but there was another possibility: 'Can the demon's promise not be trusted?' I thought this way, but this idea was like a speech in front of Iserra, which made her very disappointed, and even shook her head with tears in her eyes.

"Althuss! You are really disappointing... If Archmond occupied the world, it may give you a high promise, but you will also conquer various worlds for him and become his pioneer like the creatures of another world driven by him." Isera pointed behind, and the environment returned to a scene, which was the portal that Archmond had recently cast. The creatures of another world that came out of the portal were what Isera called the "vanguard". "Is this what you want? Kill those innocent creatures who violate his will? Or like them, they are annihilated in a place in the world compared to them? Perhaps Archmond is more merciless than Kiljadan, but do you think there is any difference between their demons?"

Isera said bitterly and helplessly, yes, although she is the powerful green dragon queen, the image in front of me is almost no different from that of an ordinary weak woman of a night elf, and it reminds me of what experiences or feelings. After I became the dead, the quarrel with Sylvanas was the same as that of me. In front of me, she became so helpless. Yes, I always wondered if I could have any chance to compensate for what I did to her at that time. Maybe I really didn't have a chance. Thinking of this, my tone and mood calmed down a lot, but it was also my calmness. A very confused question arose in my heart.

"What was I before the Burning Legion? I did not show any kindness than Archmond, right? Then, what is the difference between me and the Demon King's approach to my political enemies, just like a foreign country?"

I asked in a low voice, thinking that Isera could not answer my questions, but in fact she answered me correctly in just one sentence, and replied immediately.

"But you will protect the people you cherish... instead of making them your tool. You have proved my thoughts after becoming the dead. I believe you will not let us down... Don't let us down, and don't let those who cherish you down..."

Isera's words completely touched me. Yes, this is different from me. Protecting the cherished people and controlling the cherished people is the essential difference. But thoughts are ideas, and reality is reality, and I cannot insist on unnecessary resistance because of such a sentence. After all, instead of being destroyed in its entire army, I still hope that someone can survive... Even if you live in humiliation, it is better than being wiped out by the entire army. More importantly, although the night elves promised a way to defeat Archmond, I hope Isera can give me a more accurate statement.

"But what power do we have to defeat Archmond?"

I tried to ask, and Isera's mentality became calmer, but obviously she wasn't sure I had really changed.

"Ten thousand years ago, we were fighting against not only Archmond, but also Sargeras, who was countless times stronger than him. If we could drive him out of this world at that time, we could do it this time. After all, Jaina and your partners believed it, so we have persisted until now. I hope you will believe it, use your actions to prove your worth and give them the hope of continuing to believe."

Her answer was still not clear, but for me, that's enough. I think if she had a way, there would definitely be a way. Yes, that's enough! At the same time, I also began to brew my plan. If Isera really could understand my thoughts, she would know what plan I was going to prepare. There is also Archmond, and I don't know whether he knew my consciousness at this time and Isera's private meeting. After all, he was looking at me in the real world... Isera didn't want to tell me the reason for using what method to defeat Archmond. It's probably that she was worried about Archmond's peeping.

Thinking of this, I deliberately accumulated anger and even extended my hands to her to show my vigilance and confrontation, complaining and accusations.

"But even if we defeat Archmond in the end, I can't see the sun tomorrow! And we mortals charge at the front line, but you hide far away and have not appeared until now, just waiting for us to consume as much as possible. Then we gain profit from the fisherman?"

Facing my statement, Isera, who had already persuaded me, became disappointed in an instant. Of course, I didn't care about these, or I couldn't care about these. If some plans were brewed by their Dragon and Malfurio and could not tell me, then my plans would certainly not be told. Of course, it is not ruled out that she also noticed some of my thoughts, and only then did I show an angry expression when I cooperated with me.

"Alsace, how can you think so?"

"Maybe this is why your sister Alextasa resurrected me. It's a pity that I was still used by you..."

"Althuss!" She gritted her teeth, and I felt a little proud of it. Yes, if I lied to her, I don't think Archmond could detect anything.

"Everyone has a choice. Maybe I should follow your arrangements, but I also have room for my choice. Archmond is not dark. He never used the means of exploiting me like you. And I have nothing now. If Archmond promises me like this, I have no reason to refuse." I said this, and after seeing her not understanding my inner thoughts, I also felt that there was no need to talk to the Green Dragon. After all, I have to face Archmond. The more conversations I have more likely to reveal my thoughts... "Our conversation is over, the Queen of Green Dragon! I can only say that I am sorry for delaying you for so long!"

"I hope you will always be covered by nightmare by that time." Isera was completely angry and even burst into tears of anger. Yes, if I offended Isera in the Emerald Dream, there would be no good results, but since I am fine, it may even mean that I may be protected by Archmond now, or she really understands my thoughts. This is not important. I just hope that I can deceive Archmond...

"Is that so? But I hope that I can see your face..." I said jokingly in my heart, yes, maybe I really hope to see her, or someone else, but I know that no matter what the result is, I will definitely not see that her again...

She turned and left, and I also returned to reality. The illusion of the Emerald Dream collapsed, and reality enveloped me again. I didn't know how long the conversation with her was delayed, but I only knew that after I returned to reality, Archmond was not dissatisfied with anything, which was enough, after all, I had already bent my knees. And even if he knew something, I think my performance in the illusion was enough.

But can Archmond really trust me? I don’t know how much it takes to do, but I only know what he hopes I will do, which is exactly what I want to do. For example, put your head down and really kneel in front of him? This is a good choice, and of course there are slogans.

"I will surrender to you, Lord Archmond!" I knelt in front of him like a loyal slave. In this regard, I could feel the camp in the distance was completely quiet, and even some people hidden around me came out, looking at me in disbelief. Perhaps my standing up could give them some hope of resistance, but my knees like this would obviously only give them despair, and of course this was the best way to paralyze him.

"Very good, mortal, you made a wise choice." Archmond said this and walked towards me. Yes, I was waiting for this moment. If the Red Dragon Sword in my hand could easily pierce Onyxia's scales, it might also give Archmond a heavy blow, which would revive the morale that had just been lost because of my kneeling, and more likely to help us overcome him. Thinking of this, I silently recited my inner intentions. "A choice that truly brings glory to your people!"

Archmond came to me and stretched out his hand to me to signal me to get up. Yes, this is his hand that releases magic. I know that it is impossible for me to jump onto his body, but it would be fine if I could cut off his wrist. Thinking of this, I found the right time, that is, to reach out to help me up in the etiquette, of course, now...

"Akmond!!" As I said that, I quickly pulled out the sword from my waist and instantly slashed towards the place where Archmond's wrist. Yes, he might react, but I had no choice. If there was a close-knit attack, then doing so would be the best opportunity.

But when I drew my sword and jumped up to cut, although my movements were quite coherent, this was not something that could be completed in an instant. If I was facing a warrior with a strong sense of vigilance, I believe my sneak attack would never fail, but I could only bet that he was a mage who was a pure mage, of course, a warlock would do anything.

I thought wishfully, but I seemed to be ignoring something. For example, I am facing a demon who has survived for nearly a million years or even millions of years, a current highest ruler of the Burning Legion who survived in cunning. Compared to these qualifications, any creature of Azeroth, even the Black Dragon is worthless. But I don't care anymore, I can only bet on everything I have on this sneak attack.

But rather than saying it was a sneak attack, Archmond's still firm eyes proved my failure. Archmond did not dodge or even cast a spell protection. This was not because he had no time to do it, but because he felt that it was unnecessary. Archmond still stretched out his hand, even when the sword I had hit hard and actually touched his wrist. But unlike my expectations, there was no scratch on Archmond's wrist, and my sword was shattered.

Yes, it was shattered. The sword in my hand was an extremely strong sword. It was once unharmed for the slashing with Frostzi's sadness, and Onyxia's arrogance was also dead under this sword. Even the King of Black Dragon was not sure that he could be unharmed in front of him, so he dodged when I stabbed it. But now he was just slashing at Archmond's weak wrist and was shattered...

The recoil force of the knowing blow just now made me feel some internal injuries, which caused me to sit on the ground again. Of course, I felt more of a loss. Looking at the hilt of my sword, what else could I say in my heart? If my actions can prove my position again and not betray everyone, there might be nothing else. Because my behavior hardly drives the already low morale, after all, our people still fantasize about being close to him and giving him a fatal blow, but this idea seems so ridiculous now.

"Why! Why, Alsace, you who have nothing to betray me now! Why!"

Of course, my behavior just now was not useless, and it still affected Archmond's mood. Yes, at least he thought I had become his slave, but in fact it was just teasing him. He showed great anger again, and the anger like a volcano might be about to pour out. In the face of his anger, I no longer thought of it. If I could anger him and make him lose his mind, it might prove that I did have some positive effect. In this regard, I tried to stand up and pat the dust on my body and tidy up my appearance.

Perhaps the angry Archmond was surprised by my behavior and did not act, but for me I wanted to seize this opportunity, that is, after finishing my appearance, I suddenly threw the remaining hilt of my sword towards Archmond's impeccable cheek, and then ignored Archmond and gave the alliance on the top of Mount Hygar, a confident smile and a V-shaped gesture. Yes, at least I hit him in the face, that's enough.

When Archmond watched the short sword with only the hilt left to hit his face, even the calm person would not be able to bear it. At this moment, the magical power overflowing from Archmond's body shook the entire earth, which obviously also foreshadowed what I would face next, that is, the punishment God will give...
Chapter completed!