Azeroth’s Death Track

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Fandral. Deer helmet.

This is a very tragic character. The omnipotent observer has long known about his story. Therefore, for Tyrion, Mojana kneeling in front of his eyes will make this decision. Not surprisingly.

In fact, just when Mojana and Yrel were "talking", the death lord quietly told this matter to Tyrion in the spiritual link, and, if there was no Tyrion’s approval, Yi How could Riel believe so easily a living person of unknown origin?

And Yrel, this unique draenei girl, this talented death lord, is definitely the most perfect of all the calls that Tyrion personally presided over, she can be called death to Tyrion The best gifts, absolute loyalty, and complete emotions made her willing to follow Tyrion, not only because of her responsibilities, but also her own thoughts.

She thinks this is the right way, so she will give everything for it. Unlike other lords, there are always such concerns. For example, our deep-hearted big lich Khadgar, no one knows what he is planning.

In the absence of compulsory mental control, Tyrion can’t help but have a few more lords like Yrel, but if the words come back, even if there is really a helmet of dominance, it is estimated that Tyrion will not Bring it.

He knew better than anyone, the aftereffects of wearing that helmet... he didn’t want to lose himself.

"Vastein, the hero who died in the battle of quicksand, I heard that his body was torn to pieces by Zerg."

Tyrion looked at Mo Yana, he whispered:

"You have to understand that, Ms. Mojana, Vastain is an orthodox night elf. Even if I can repair his body perfectly, I still cannot find his soul from the world tree. Allies attacked Cadore with the undead."

"I know."

Mo Yana nodded:

"But Vastain's soul is not in the world tree. The place where he died was in the evil kingdom of the worm. The place was covered with strange powers. The soul that died there could not be released. After his death, the father A large number of Druids were called together to cast spells in an attempt to bring Vastain's soul back to the world tree, but they failed."

"My husband's soul is trapped in the abyss of the Zerg Empire, and there is still hope!"

A hint of determination flashed in the eyes of the high-end Druid:

"We will save Vastain's soul, and after that, everything will come to you."

"Why not use the natural magic you are best at?"

Tyrion asked, pretending to be curious:

"Don't the magical natural magic and the powerful wild gods revive a warrior who shouldn't die? To save life, why not go to the source of life and seek help from death? Step by step, even if the body cannot be recovered, with the power of the deer helmet, after saving the son’s soul, let him stay in the emerald dream forever, can’t this be done?”

"It's a pity, but we have tried all the natural magic that can be used, and we can't find the answer in life."

Mo Yana lowered her head, closed her eyes, and whispered in a voice that was more sad than death:

"So we can only embrace death, as for the Emerald Dream...The druids just live there temporarily, and with our knowledge of the true master of that dream world, it is also unlikely to open a net for a mortal soul. "

"What a miserable experience."

Tyrion gave a solitary consolation, and a moment later, a flash of fine light flashed in his eyes, and he asked softly:

"But have you ever thought that 1,000 years have passed, and maybe the soul of poor Vastein has already been tortured by the vicious insect..."

"Will not!"

Mo Yana's voice became sharper at this moment, and she looked up with a stubborn light in her eyes:

"My Vastain will not give up! He... he is a hero, he will insist on us to save him... he must be there! He, he must be there!"

The stubborn flame Tyrion could not be more clear. It seems that it was not only the deer helmet that was mad because of Vasen’s death. This family seems to be a bit abnormal. The pain of the loved one has been entangled for a lifetime. Nightmare, not to mention the full-hearted night elves, like white claws, in the 1,000 years that Vsteinen died, I am afraid that Mo Yana has also reached the edge of collapse. If it is not that she still has a daughter, I am afraid that she Long ago... lost.

He stopped asking questions, and after a while, he raised his hand, and Mo Yana’s body, half kneeling on the ground, was lifted by the silent power, and then she heard the King of Dark Blades say:

"In that case, I promised that after you find the soul of poor Vastein, I will do my best to resurrect him to the way you remember, but in exchange...Mojana, I need to see To your strength, the druids manipulated the vitality, which the undead can't do."

"In exchange, I only need you to do one thing for me...I need you..."

Tyrion looked at Mo Yana, his voice became serious:

"I need you to build our own Druid Legion for the Legion of Darkness... The blighters who fought with disease and darkness, I will look forward to seeing them appear, and the Yongmao woodland of Gorgrond, It will become your new laboratory. Those re-breeding Lin Jing may be helpful to you, but if not, leave it to you!"

"I won't ask you to join the dark blade... You are one of the only relatives left in the deer helmet, I don't want to make the deer helmet crazy."

Tyrion shook his hand:

"It's just a transaction. When the transaction is completed, we both have nothing to do with each other. Just like that."

Mo Yana didn't argue, but she saw that Tyrion had lost the interest in talking. She leaned slightly and turned to leave. After Druid left, Tyrion's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, a light of thought. Shining in his ice-blue pupils, the night elves thought that the battle of quicksand and their hostile Qiraji were just a monster, but they did not know the dark power behind the worm.

The King of Dark Blades can be sure that the soul of Vastain Deerhelm is not in the hands of the Zergman, but in the dark abyss that controls the Zergman... If so, he has a balance in the hands of the Deer Helm trump card!

"Yrel, my lord, you depart to Kazmodan tonight and tell Nassa that I will meet Chaldean Morgan at the nearest time! About some secrets of the ancient gods. "

"Got it, I set off immediately."

Yrel responded, and a moment later, a huge frost dragon covered with draenei-style armor, inlaid with purple and red crystals, took off from the dark temple and burst into the vast night of the world of Draenor, At the speed of the skeletal dragon, coupled with the currently cleared Defia Federation airspace, it may be a few hours before the death lord can reach the edge of Kazmodan.

It is said that the undead have built a forward base there, and there is a more special commander in command of the undead army.

"Ah, the short vacation is over."

Yrel sat on a gorgeous, draenei-style saddle and grunted in discontent:

"The dark temple is really comfortable to be rested by those human ghosts. I don't want to leave every time I come back."

"Can't you be a little motivated? Fool Yrel!"

The banshee Samara hovered above the dragon's head, she screamed at Yrel as she was very dissatisfied with her hips:

"Myra, who joined later than you, is now the lord of a city, with hundreds of thousands of dwarves under his control. You are still a big soldier in a charge!"

"Myra was able to be the city master because he was good at management, and Luminas had complained many times... She didn't want her husband to stay underground, living like a mouse."

Yrel countered:

"Besides, it’s fun to be a warrior when the city lord... don’t you also like the killing on the battlefield? Free yourself, okay, my little obedient Samara, let me rest quietly. Is busy."

"Damn it! You are a necromancer, no need to rest!"

Samara was still chattering, but as Yrel fell asleep on the saddle, the draenei sigh sighed and slowly floated beside her good sister, reaching for her pale face.

"Did you know? Sometimes, how I wish I were a man, my Yrel, no one wants to take you away from me... No one can hurt you again."

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Yongmao woodland is a magical place.

This was originally just a woodland at the junction of the Gorlund wilderness and the forest, but after the necromancers threw the strange seed and the entire ecological ship into this place, the Yongmao woodland was the center and the entire Gorgrond range Plants began to grow like crazy.

Now, the original wasteland has been completely surrounded by trees. In addition to the bare hills in the coastal area, the whole earth is surrounded by greenery.

The place where the undeads captive Gron is also here. On the northwest side of Gorgrond, an area is defined for the hunting life of the Gron, and once the Gorron becomes an adult, it enters a real mature period. After that, the undead will start a new wave of harvest, but the growth of large creatures such as Gron is a long process. It is estimated that Tyrion will have to wait for more than ten years to get a new colossus.

The strange growth of the Yongmao woodland also brought another unexpected situation.

Lin Jing... A strange plant life, a creature once thought to have been extinct in the orcs' slaughter of the world, actually appeared again in the jungle of Gorgrond. These guys are all made of strong trees. Composed of, their appearance is very similar to humans, but taller, with their own wisdom and civilized habits.

At the beginning, the Lin Jings also tried to attack the undead here, but they were still in a tribal civilization, where they were the opponents of the Dark Blade Legion. The war lasted only three days, and those Lin Jing’s nests were bad tempered. Luminas almost burned out with fire, and later managed by the great lich Khadgar, I don’t know what method he used. In short, the remaining Lin Jing no longer resisted the undead, they even expressed their willingness to join the dark blade Legion's idea.

But the problem is that the entire Dark Edge Corps, except for a few Lich who can communicate with life and spirit, can't understand Lin Jing's ancient language at all, so it is so delayed to join.

"Really perfect plant life!"

Mo Yana walked on the road of Yongmao woodland. The rich life energy here made her as a whole new life, and behind her, respectfully followed several elder Lin Jing as a full-time Drew to maintain natural balance. Yimen, they can communicate perfectly with Lin Jing without language, and the druid spells displayed by Mo Yana captured Lin Jing's hearts instantly.

"This place is a paradise for all Druids, just like Val'sharah, no... here is older than Val'sharah and full of the breath of nature."

Mo Yana walked on the road, more and more Lin Jing followed behind her, they roared, called Mo Yana's name, called her "the messenger of great life", and took the initiative to lead the druid , Go and watch the "holy thing" that gave them a new life.

After a moment, standing on the edge of a pool of water like a heart, Druid stared at the Draenei ship completely covered by vines and plants in front of her, even though it was separated by a thick metal shell, she could feel there The ancient life recovered from the spaceship...had given the whole world the natural source of life.

The oldest and most original life remains in the world of Draenor.

That kind of power may not be as shocking as the world tree Nordrassil, but the kind of offensive and engulfing it possesses is extremely powerful, full of savage and reinvented brutal vitality, but Mo Yana has never seen of.

Reminiscent of the mission that Tyraion entrusted to her, Druid suddenly felt a sense of panic when she saw this natural source of slow recovery. She suddenly realized that she could not solve it by herself. The profound secret of the seed of the world in front of you.

Mo Yana took a deep breath, the surrounding air gleamed with green light, and her vitality, which was visible to the naked eye, oppressed her breathing.

"I have to go back to Azeroth, and I must...have to let my father look at this. With it, we no longer need the world tree, no, we can even use it as energy to reshape the whole world. !Reshape the whole...Azeroth!"

The druid turned and looked at the primitive forest spirits who sincerely bowed down to the source of nature. There was a hint of cunning in her blue eyes.

"Well...but before that, the Blight Corps that Tyrion needed actually existed under his eyes!"

"Lin Jing, eager to show the majesty of nature, but also has enough wisdom and learning ability... this can't be more appropriate."

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