Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Some young druids will always ask a weird question."

The Archdruid Deer Helmet sat on his stone chair, and in his bright beast, said to his daughter-in-law:

"They will say, why can Kadore feel the greatness of nature, and the birth of the sacred profession of Druid, then why do other races not feel the greatness of nature? For example, the reproduction of humans on another continent... But haven’t humans ever been born a druid?"

Deer Helmet shook his head:

"Humans have had a druid, and they once developed and expanded, but their relationship with the Cenarion Council is very complicated. In many cases, they do not admit that they are a member of the Cenarion Council, but this is also natural. , Because when they were almost destroyed, we did not lend a helping hand."

"Why don't I know?"

Mo Yana asked:

"When did that happen?"

"Listen to me slowly, Mo Yana, you are taking a dangerous path, and that has been proven wrong."

Archdruid poured himself a glass of fruit wine, he took a sip, and fell into memory:

"The druid inheritance of the night elves originated from Cenarius, the king of the forest. You know his story, one of the wild gods, the most willing to deal with living creatures, but the civilization that the great Cenarius enlightened. It’s not just a night elf. On a long journey thousands of years ago, on an island in the eastern continent, he also enlightened some special humans... They seem to be in a biological degradation, they Very confused, even because of the outbreak of war."

"The King of the Forest couldn't bear to see the death of life, he passed on the Druid's natural magic to them, and then continued his own journey, and those humans did not live up to the King of the Forest, probably because they are different from our environment. Those human druids are also different from our customs. They call themselves Drust and decorate themselves with trees and dead bones. They were once committed to maintaining the balance of the island they live in... the balance between life and death. "

Lu helmet glanced at his daughter-in-law, he increased his tone:

"But those Drusts finally embarked on a crooked path, and they were able to enter the sacred emerald dream, and even on the edge of that sacred world, built a resting place for their lost souls in their imagination, but only because Indulging in the study of the soul, coupled with the traction of dark forces that we cannot understand, in short, the leader of Drust, the outstanding human Druid Golek. Tour, and finally used the power of nature in The massacre of fellow countrymen."

"He longed for more souls to uncover the secrets he wanted him to understand, the war, the war between humans and human druids finally broke out on that island, and there was a division within Drust, some The human druids who called themselves Jingyu were eager to return to their belief in nature. At the time, when humans developed a method against the dark power of Drust, those who walked on the wrong path eventually failed. Disappeared."

Big Druid drank the fruit wine in his hand, he looked at his daughter-in-law with concern:

"Mo Yana, I don’t know where you found these plants with strange vitality, but listen to me, I don’t forbid you to continue to study these creatures, but the doctrine of "balance between life and death" can not reappear Otherwise, you will be regarded as the source of the unrest by other great Druids who know the Drust disaster...History has proved that this doctrine you insist on will not work! Any field involving the soul is not me Wait for mortals to intervene."

"That's because those human druids are just thinking!"

Mo Yana waved the seed tentacles in her hand, she retorted:

"But I am different! I heard its will, I saw it with my own eyes, father, listen to me, that is what I saw with my own eyes, which belongs to the other side of nature and life! That is the power of anger, that is. .."

"enough!"

Deer helmet interrupted Mo Yana's explanation arbitrarily. He looked at his loved one seriously. He said in a deep voice:

"You're too addicted to the apostasy doctrine, it's a mistake to send you out this time! The undead are not trustworthy, they have tampered with your thinking, they..."

"No! Father, calm down."

After hearing the deer helmet's accusation, Mo Yana seemed to be really calm. She put the seed tentacles in her hand, took a deep breath, and said to the deer helmet:

"Father, the doctrine dispute is set aside. This time I went to Draenor, I saw it, I saw the future that we have been longing for, I saw the perfect resurrection undead, except for the difference between life and death, she Almost exactly like a living person, with a complete soul, a complete emotion, a complete memory, a complete freedom...Necromancers really have a way to help Vastein, as long as we can retrieve his soul! I saw it with my own eyes , Father! You know how much I love Vastein, just as much as you love him."

"Ok?"

A dew gleam broke out in Lu helmet's eyes. He couldn't help but clenched his fist and asked again:

"Really? Mo Yana, did you really see it with your own eyes?"

"White Claw!"

Mo Yana said confidently:

"White Claw and his wife Annaya, who died for ten thousand years, will soon return to the Black Sea shore, you can confirm it yourself."

"it is good!"

The deer helmet circled in excitement in excitement. After a while, he turned his head to look south, and said softly:

"So it seems... I'm looking for an opportunity to go to Silithus again, this time, I will definitely bring my son back!"

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"Naturally weeping..."

In the jungle in the south of Stranglethorn Vale, the harvesting witch Ort looked ugly and caressed the stump under his feet. In front of him, the felled trees were almost connected together, which made this originally lush forest like bald hair. Similarly, a piece was ruthlessly stabbed and looked very ugly.

Alter looked at the piles, and in his ears he seemed to hear the screams of the trees when they were cut down. He heard the sound of the steel axe when he felled into the trees. He heard the natural quilt. The helpless sobbing of destruction.

Under the hillside in front of him, a new troll village was slowly forming. The blood ring orcs who originally hid in Stranglethorn Vale and the trolls here for control of the land of Stranglethorn Vale have migrated to Kalimdor. The power gap they left behind was quickly filled by trolls and goblins who had been trying to occupy the entire Stranglethorn Vale.

Fighting will break out from time to time, so whether it is a troll or a goblin of a venture capital company, it is crazy to prepare for war, and wood... wood is a very important strategic material, whether it is a troll with a sharp axe or a The goblins who drove on the felling machine have been madly cutting down all available trees recently.

In fact, when it comes to logging, the trolls who live here in the tribal system are barely considered to be "restraint." They know that after cutting down the trees, the trolls can no longer hide themselves from the jungle, but the gnomes of those venture capital companies It’s a completely unconcerned eating phase. Over a year ago, a huge disaster broke out in the Gulf of Treasure. In that disaster, the venture capital company was squeezed out of the bay. These money-only goblins dreamed. Want to return to Stranglethorn Vale.

Because there are a lot of crude oil resources buried here, and now, after the orcs have evacuated, the goblins of the venture capital companies that have been looking at it have seized the opportunity to establish their own mining and logging fields in the southern Stranglethorn Valley, making almost every day Get soft.

And because drilling rigs and crude oil extraction equipment endlessly day and night, noisy sounds and black smoke are also lifted into the air, making the thorny valley that had a barbarous beauty in the past also become like a ghost.

The hostile parties are not clear. A brutal, powerful and unique third party has quietly joined the chaos in Stranglethorn,

"The air is full of disgusting odors! Brutal, greedy life puts your own self-interest on the balance of nature. It's disgusting! Really ugly!"

The flames in Alter’s eyes burned more and more fiercely. He raised the staff of thorns in his hand. The Lin Jing Druids who followed him slowly walked out of the jungle. Their eyes also seemed to be burning with anger. The flames, obviously, the trolls and goblins' deforestation has angered these primitive and stubborn nature walkers.

"I can't feel calm in this forest! Brothers, I can't feel the beauty of nature!"

The Harvest Wizard roared and tore off his gray cloak. In his roar, the Lin Jing placed the "saint" they carried on the felled wooden pile at their feet, and behind them, that A whole lush forest swayed wildly.

"The goblins and trolls will pay for their sabotage! They will bleed, they will atone for it! From now on!"

The leader of the wither uttered a roar of war, and the Lin Jing behind him were even crazier. They came to a new world, and the life energy contained in this new world is more than ten times stronger than Draenor. The Lin Jing are very excited, but now, these simple plant life have also seen with their own eyes, this world is not peaceful, and the creatures in this world, like the once blood-blooded orcs, do not know how to fear nature.

Once, in the face of barbaric orcs, their war to protect their forests failed, but now, with new powers, Lin Jing will no longer suffer a disgraceful defeat!

"Summon Jing Jing and Cannibal Flower!"

The halo of the larger deforming spell shrouded the harvest witch. After he completed the transformation of the leopard form, it was not only the black night blade leopard that appeared in front of everyone, but also the fierce beast. The thick wooden armor is decorated with the coat of arms representing the power of nature.

This is a powerful force endowed by the thicker and more savage nature. On top of his claws, there is a sharp and strong wooden claw sleeve, and on the cheetah's face, a greasy bone mask The blood-red eyes gleamed under the mask, making the beast look as if it had come from hell.

"We are the embodiment of wild nature!"

"The time when destruction will not come at a price is over. The painful, mourning anger and unwillingness will be carried out by us! Double repayment!

"Om"

The white-bone cheetah in the armor jumped forward, like a ghost, hidden in the shadow of the sun, his voice rang in those Lin Jing's ears:

"Destroy the villages of the trolls, burn down the factories of the goblins, drive them away! Whip them! Finally kill them! For the destroyed nature...revenge!"

"revenge!"

The Lin Jing haven’t learned the complicated Azeroth common language, but the words of revenge that the harvest witch screamed screamingly were remembered by them. Soon, the first armed Lin Jing Druids changed The plants and beasts rushed into the troll village at the front, and they only completely destroyed the village in 10 minutes.

It was like a dark green turbid current drowning in everything. Wherever they went, the bodies of the slaughtered trolls were pierced by the wildly growing vines, and the blood was sucked clean, so that the color of the land became An unknown dark red.

The goblins suffered even worse. Before the venture capital company had responded, the three barbaric Jing beasts brandished huge wooden weapons and rushed into the goblin crude oil factory like a siege chariot. The villains of the venture capital company were initially beaten up, but after the reaction, they were reluctant to surrender. They ignited the precious oil and formed the isolation zone with the fire.

In the burning of oil, the uglier black smoke rose in the forest. This scene further angered the forest spirits. Under extreme anger, these forest spirits were activated by the roots given by Draenor's life seed. After seeing all the forests around the factory, watching the black giant trees grow their legs and walk on the ground, the final resistance of the goblins was also crushed.

"Surrender! We surrender! Don't kill us!"

The foreman of the venture capital company wore a gas mask and waved a white flag in the smoke with difficulty. He walked out of the surrounding trees with a dozen dejected goblins and threw his weapons at the feet of those Lin Jing. This move seemed to be understood by Lin Jings. For a time, the trees and the Jing Jing that were lit by the explosion stopped their attack.

The foreman of the goblin took off his gas mask, and looked at the tall Lin Jing elder in a dark green robe with a hint of pleasing. The latter looked at him indifferently with the eyes of the plant evolved, and took a step forward at the goblin foreman. At that moment, the sharp wooden gun in the hands of Elder Lin Jing pierced hard, pierced the heart of the goblin in front of him, and then lifted his body upright.

It was like waving a flesh and blood banner. In the blood of goblin blood and the dying howling, Elder Lin Jing’s vague cries sounded in a fire, and I could hear it scared Words of hate and Xiao Suo's killing intention:

"revenge!"

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