Azeroth’s Death Track

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Serelian Whitepaw finally agreed to Tyrion's solicitation.

This is an expected thing. Although the love stories about night elves are mostly famous in the world for infatuation, Serelli is definitely one of the few infatuated seeds of night elves. His thoughts about his deceased wife lasted for 10,000 years. The most terrible thing is that for these 10,000 years, because of this sad thought, Serelian has no intention to do anything.

Even in terms of obscure Druid magic, 10,000 years, even if the qualifications are poor, at least it is necessary to get started, but it is said that the extremely talented Mr. White Claw has only been a trainee Druid until now.

That was no longer a simple thought. Obviously, he loved his wife so much that after his wife died, a part of his soul also passed away with her, which is why Aurelia feels white The reason for the claws is strange... In human terms, the white claw is abolished.

And the emotion of beloved sounds beautiful, but it is actually very extreme. After Tyraine made a guarantee, White Claw resolutely sold himself to Dark Blade without hesitation for too long, and then it was a good friend. At the same time, under the **** of Alte Stantin, one of the deer helmet's best disciples, he returned quickly to the Dark Portal. They will return to the Black Coast at the fastest speed through the Emerald Dream Portal of the Twilight Forest. Back to Annaya's soul and body.

This process took about 3 days, and surprisingly, the female Druid Mojana chose to stay in the dark temple, although until the end of this meeting, Mo Yana did not say that she served The purpose of the Deer Helm came to see Tyrion, but Tyrion, who is very familiar with the story of the old Deer Helm, can think of what she longed for with her toes.

"A long distance around the two worlds, came to see us in nine lives, just to help a trainee druid understand the knot?"

Aurelia leaned on Tyrion’s arms, she stroked her husband’s perfect beard, and she said softly:

"Are the druids treating us like fools?"

"They didn't actually lie, Aurelia, they had already stated their purpose and wanted me to help them with a "perfect" resurrection."

Tyrion played with Aurelia's dark blond hair and said softly:

"But not White Claw, do you understand?"

"Poor White Claw is just a guinea pig. The trainee druid may not be interested himself. The missing wife he misses is used to test whether the dark blade is really "perfect" for the resurrection of the dead, and only Ms. Mo Yana is in her own eyes. After confirming that there is no sequelae in the resurrection of the dead, she will tell the real purpose of her trip... but it is no longer necessary, I have guessed what they want to do.

"Too arrogant!"

Aurelia rubbed her on Tyrion’s chest to make herself more comfortable. She gritted her teeth and said:

"Those night elves, they always think so highly of themselves, but they are always confused about the situation. Now they are begging us!"

"I really admire the deer helmet's style of Druid acting, doing big things, always being informal, and they also have proud capital. Malfurion entered the Druid's long dormancy, and the entire Cenarion Circle There are only a few big druids left, and among them, the deer helmet is a prestigious leader."

Tyrion wrapped Aurelia's long hair around his fingers, his eyes flashing with thought:

"He is exactly the ally we need. Compared to the eastern continent, Kalimdor’s power is too complicated and mysterious, and the combined power of human civilization can’t fight the night elves who have been recuperating for 10,000 years, but we will sooner or later. On that land... Therefore, we need to lay out there in advance."

"Conquer the Eastern Continent?"

Aurelia turned over to ride on Tyrion. She lowered her head and looked at her husband's eyes. She asked:

"Including Quel'Thalas?"

"Yes, Quel'Thalas is a very important part."

Tyrion said bluntly that he reached out and stroked his wife's face, and he comforted softly:

"But I will end the war there as quickly as possible, without letting it feel too much pain. After all, our mother...she once vowed to defend it."

"What about Sylvanas? You know she won't give up her duties, she won't give Quel'Thalas to you that easily."

Aurelia said worriedly:

"She will stand opposite us and become our enemy."

"So, I will leave her to you, my dear love, and I also know that you will defeat her for me, just like countless times in the past."

Tyrion reached out to hug Aurelia and said in her ear:

"Dispose as you..."

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While the prince and queen of the dark blade enjoy a short and quiet solitude, in a corner of the dark temple, Mo Yana walking silently is observing the floating fortress.

To be precise, she is using her unique perspective to observe the high-level death knights back and forth.

As a high-level druid who is proficient in healing spells, Mojana can easily see the energy circulation in any life, and for life, it is just how weird and ugly life is with their heartbeat and The flow of blood, the green vitality always wraps around their bodies, that is the green symbol of life, and the embodiment of the natural power most admired by the Druids.

But these high-level undeads are just exceptions. In the view of Mo Yana, the blood in these undead bodies still flows in the body under the action of mysterious power, but their hearts are no longer beating, those lost Between the blood flow of vitality, they will be covered with a dark red halo on their body surface, which is the energy opposite to vitality and natural force.

Icy, dead, extremely corrosive to life, but has the same characteristics as vitality, that is, after being quickly consumed, it is filled again with the flow of time.

For the Druid, to detect whether a life is strong, only need to observe the vitality he has, and this is also applicable to the undead. The energy of death contained in each undead body determines their use in war. How much power.

Mojana secretly saw the death energy in the bodies of Aurelia and Tyrion. The death energy of the blood mother was alienated, and its manifestation was like thick blood, while the death energy in the body of Tyrion It is even more exaggerated, it is like a dark ocean full of cold power...

"You are wrong in this way! You have to take it down and start again!"

A slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the square in front of him, and Mo Yana's thoughts were interrupted, and just when she wanted to leave, she heard another voice.

"But Vanessa told me that in Azeroth they all did this."

That was the voice of a little girl, using Azeroth’s lingua franca, with a little weird accent, but it allowed Mo Yana to leave her footsteps for a moment, she hesitated for a moment, and secretly extended from the hiding place In his head, he saw Dornan squatting on the ground to build a small house for his little pet, and the death lord Yrel who sat next to her to help.

The lively little raven was standing on Dornnan’s shoulder, flapping small wings from time to time, and at the feet of the little girl, there was a sleepy frost young dragon lying, and Dornnan Just like a little chicken guarding the nest, he stood stubbornly in front of the pet nest that he was about to set up, angrily preventing Yrel from removing it.

One big, one small and two hoofed sisters are arguing endlessly, it looks like a sister quarrel, but in the eyes of Mo Yana, she can easily see the facts, and Yrel’s body is so large that it is shocking. The energy of death, and in Dornan's body, contains a greater vitality than the average child, and the vitality is more active than the average life, showing the child's good talent.

"You are a draenei, little girl, you have to learn the excellent architectural art of the draenei."

Yrel rolled his eyes and said to Dornan in a tempting way:

"A house without gemstone embellishment, not stone, and without crystal lamps and reliefs, can it really live? Er, even if it is for pets, at most we reduce the number of inlaid gemstones... By the way, why didn't your good friend Vanessa come to help you? Did you quarrel?"

"No, Vanessa was picked up by Crow's brother to see her dad, and she will be back this afternoon."

Dornan said while looking at a beautiful, jewel-inlaid pet hut built in Yrel’s flexible fingers, while the death lord finished his artwork while saying casually:

"How can you call Brother Crow? That old guy has been dead for 600 years. He is older than me. If you call my sister, you will call his uncle, uncle, or call him Crow."

Ten minutes later, the death lord looked at Dornan dragging the frost cold hatchling around. She shook her head and flicked her tail and left the square. She was back on vacation. In a few days, she would act The front line commander went to Kazmodan.

While passing the street on the edge of the square, Yrel suddenly heard the voice from behind:

"You...you are not the same as other death lords."

"Of course I am different."

Yrel squeezed the sword handle firmly around her waist, and she turned to look at Mo Yana: "I am one of the strongest two of the lords... who are you? Night elf, I have never seen you!"

"My name is Mojana, a druid."

Mojana looked at Yrel, especially the emotions shining in her flexible eyes. She looked at Yrel curiously:

"Can you tell me? About your story, and... how do you keep your emotions, if not I can see through the appearance, I will even feel that you are just like living people!"

"Okay, I will treat this as a compliment for the moment."

Yrel stepped back and looked at Mo Yana with a critical eye. After a moment, she turned to look at the empty air around her and asked softly:

"Do you think she is credible?"

"Of course she is not credible! Living people are not credible!"

The draenei's ghostly green figure slowly appeared next to Yrel, and Samara was on her hips. The ghost hoof sister wore a warlock's robe, and her slender tail kept flicking behind her. Malicious eyes stared at Mo Yana, screaming and said:

"She has been observing you for at least 20 minutes! Stupid Yrel, she was secretly watching you while you were playing with Dornan, and now pretending to be an encounter, she wants to know your secret and spy on us Secrets and weaknesses, and then killed us with a cunning murder, as it was performed in "The Wizard of Oz", God, it’s terrible! But she thought she could hide me... let’s kill her, Yrel! Terion will reward us for this!"

"Well..."

Yrel rubbed his forehead with a headache, and whispered to his evil twin:

"Please, Samara, would you like to watch less of human drama? Your empty mind, now almost burned out by those stupid stories."

Probably before the stranger's accusation, the ghost warlock Samara felt a dull face. In short, she glared fiercely at Mo Yana, and then disappeared silently again next to Yrel, the death lord shrugged He shrugged, pointed to the seat next to him, and said to Mo Yana:

"Don’t care about Samara’s suspicions. Although she likes to abuse her enemies, she likes to watch them burned to death in flames, and she likes to take away other people’s most important things for fun, but I know that she is actually a good girl , You want to know my story? Well, it’s not too long anyway, I have enough time, let’s talk about it."

Yrel flicked her tail and sat on the chair. She glanced at Mo Yana, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes:

"But in exchange, you have to tell me a story about you."

Mo Yana hesitated. She looked at Yrel in front of her. This strange draenei death knight is the most perfect undead in her imagination. She has her own wisdom, complete reason, and complete emotion. If her husband could be like this after being resurrected... then it would be... perfect.

It was night, in the rooftop palace at the highest point of the dark temple.

Mo Yana's lone figure appeared in front of Tyrion. The King of Dark Blades sitting on the throne looked at her calmly. The druid took a deep breath. She raised her head and said to Tyrion:

"I don't have doubts anymore."

"I don't hesitate anymore."

"I have seen the most perfect "resurrection" in my imagination, and confirmed this personally...At this moment, Your Majesty Tyrion. Dawnblade, on behalf of my father Fandral Deer Helm, please , Help us resurrect our lost loved ones...my husband, my child’s father, my father’s son...Vastein, the love of my life."

The high-level druid knelt on the ground, she lowered her head and said sincerely:

"For this, I am willing to give everything I do, and I am willing to give my loyalty to the dark edge."

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