Azeroth’s Death Track

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The deer helmet roaring in the beast den made the other big druids look at each other.

As the leaders of the Cenarion Circle, these great druids have participated in the battle of quicksand, and they also know the "grievances" of the deer helmet and its larvae. Among them, Shawn Moonclaw and Koda Steelclaw I have seen how the deer helmet's only child, Vastain, was torn to pieces in front of Kadore's army by the brutal General Zerg.

Frankly speaking, it was an absolute tragedy.

No one believes that the deer helmet can forget the terrible disaster indifferently, but in the next 1000 years, the deer helmet did fulfill its mission very well, and the release of the Buddha never happened, but everyone knows, The Qiraji people are one of the taboos of the deer helmet Druid, and no one will take the initiative to raise the word in front of him.

And now, despite the fact that Deer Helm says he is calm, anyone with a sensible presence will not think this is true... Deer Helm is clearly controlled by his emotions, and even that emotion is still affecting His thinking, from the behavior he was so keen to participate in the upcoming war between the human empire and the worms, may be able to see that the deer helmet is abnormal.

In terms of the overall civilization of the night elves, this proactive attitude is inherently abnormal.

"It's affecting you, deer helmet."

Vandal. The deer helmet's roar did not shut down the ancient Druid, the ancient tree of knowledge, Eloser. The tree's lack of understanding of the emotions between life, any judgments it makes are based on The indifferent character of plant life and the judgment of the facts, in the eyes of this great Druid, vandal deer helmet at this time obviously lacks reason.

So even under the stern gaze of the deer helmet, it still said straightforwardly:

"Angry emotions are interfering with your judgment, deer helmet, it makes you no longer wise, listen to me, you need to rest now... We will continue to discuss the war between humans and worms, and, I think, based on The importance of this matter, we need to recall Malfurion and Tyrande from the front, their opinions are very important."

"Tylander has no idea how to lead our people!"

The deer helmet's voice was full of contempt for the high priest of the moon. He looked at the three big druids in front of him. For the first time in thousands of years, he expressed his inner thoughts so straightforwardly, the fire of anger His reason was indeed burning, but the state of Archdruid at this time seemed to be in anger and calm at the same time, he was making a final excuse for himself.

"I’m not hurting people with bad words, my brothers, think about it with your wise thinking, the battle of Sartre 9000 years ago, the departure of high elves 7000 years ago, the conflict between her and the watchmen, and 1000 years ago in the battle of quicksand, when our people were threatened by terror, I have not seen her on the battlefield...She is kind and rational, but the people need not benevolence, the people need protection !"

"Under Tyrande's "wise" leadership, our ancient allies, bearmen, wild boars, and other wilderness demigods left us one by one. I know that these things are not responsible It’s her, but when those allies left, she was the leader, but she didn’t make any effective retention... In her heart, sincerity for the moon **** is everything, but we all know... To protect us, also We have to do it ourselves."

"Tyrand is not a qualified leader, and Malfurion, that is my mentor."

Lu helmet said softly:

"Naturally, everyone is envious of his favor, but it is a pity that Malfurion is addicted to communicating with dreams. For thousands of years, he can't take the time to lead us... he loves His wife, his thinking will be influenced by his wife."

"I know that we need time to discuss this matter, this matter is very important, but there is not much time left for us...The worms will attack humans at any time, and they know nothing about the worms. The human beings can’t resist at all. Once the humans are defeated, the entire central Kalimdor will be completely in the hands of the worms, and Tyrande has transferred the garrison of the Yuyue Fortress back to Ash Valley...

"You guys!"

Deer Helmet clenched his fists, and his inner anxiety raised his voice several times:

"Even if not from a human point of view, just from Kadore's own point of view, the Cenarion Fortress, lonely in the center of the Great Desert of Silithus, urgently needs assistance, and the Druids and guards there face the People don’t have the power to fight back at all, and there is the Yuyue Fortress... there is extreme emptiness, we must immediately strengthen the defense of those two places... for our own people!

"I agree with the deer helmet's proposal."

Archdruid Shaun. Moonclaw turned to look at his companion. He said:

"Aside from the rest, since the Zergman has already started activities, the Cenarion Fortress really needs to strengthen its defense. We have all experienced the battle of quicksand. We all know how fast the Zergman will multiply once the full-scale war begins. Together with several large worm nests that have been identified in the Silithus Desert, they will immediately begin to annihilate."

"I agree."

Kodak Steelclaw nodded, but she quickly asked another question:

"But the Druids in Moonglade and Mount Hyjal are currently concentrated in Ashenvale and Felwood. We don't have enough power to mobilize."

"We have!"

Deer helmet watched his companions begin to consider the progress of the war, he said immediately:

"We have enough druids in Val'sharah in the Broken Isles, as well as those apprentices who have been training in the Dreamland for several years, there are some raptor druids in Mount Hyjal, and in the Barrens. . Our slightly eccentric companion, Archdruid Nara Rex and his followers, I heard that they trained enough new people in that cave, and that was also a power that could be mobilized."

"If these are not enough, then we can still ask the watchmen for help. Those brave jailers cannot be questioned about their loyalty to the race. They will also be willing to join this war."

"You think comprehensively, deer helmet."

Inheritance Archdruid appreciated the idea of ​​a deer helmet, but then it said:

"But you should not forget that to mobilize the Druids of Val'sharah, you still need the permission of the **** of the forest. Lord Cenarius is currently fighting in Ashenvale. Maybe we can wait and wait until they come back."

"Sorry, everyone, I'm late."

As soon as the Shuren's voice fell, a storm crow covered with antlers flew into the cave. Under the change of natural spells, the body of Archdruid Malfurion appeared in the cave. He seemed very tired, and at the moment of his appearance, the four great druids bowed their heads to Malfurion, which was the respect of the druids for the leader of the Cenarion Circle.

As the heir to the forest god, one of the originators of the Druid sect, Malfurion Stormrage enjoys this respect for granted.

"I learned on the front line that the Qiraji people appeared in the territory of the human empire, and I hurried back as quickly as possible."

Malfurion said to others:

"I have obtained the permission of the mentor, we can mobilize some of the guardians of Val'sharah, but the number cannot exceed 4,000."

"4000 people?"

Deer helmet's questioning sounded:

"Malfurion! You have also experienced the battle of quicksand! 4000 people can't even defend the defense of the Cenarion fortress! That's a lot of money."

The other big druids nodded, but Malfurion sighed:

"This is also something that can't be done, everyone, I have kept something out of my cautiousness because of caution...The recent situation in the Broken Isles is also unstable, there are a lot of demons in the Storm Fjords, and there are several Viku tribe Has become a follower of the devil, and the High Mountain is in chaos. The demon is attacking the local tauren. Val'sharah is adjacent to the high forest. Our holy place is also threatened."

This sentence made the big druids frown, and the inherited big druid Eloser, who had been staying in Valsara, also nodded, proving that Malfurion said it was true.

For the druids, their holy place is the Emerald Dream, the half plane of the so-called world dream, but during the period of the Elven Empire, the druids felt the perfection of the Emerald Dream, and they found one and The node of the Emerald Dream is called the land of Valsara, where it reshaped the local environment according to the shape of the Emerald Dream, so Valsara has become another holy place for the Druids in the development.

It is said that the most powerful mortal Druid Malfurion Stormrage was the Druid training received in Val'sharah.

"What about the watchman?"

Deer Helmet was very disappointed, but he asked dignifiedly:

"Should the watchman always draw manpower? We need the watchman's ability to detect the worm."

"Sorry, deer helmet."

Malfurion looked at his first disciple. He said with regret:

"I can understand the grievances between you and the Zergman, but this time, you have to be patient. The demons of Ashenvale and Felwood are planning an attack on Mount Hyjal recently. The frontline also needs the investigation of the Warden, the Sentry Legion Ready for the final battle."

The Archdruid did not see the surprise, disappointment, pain, and final anger and paranoia in the deer helmet's eyes. He was still cheering other Archdruids:

"Trust me, you guys, the war between us and the devil will soon be over, and after cleaning up the demon, we will use all our power to fight against its Zergling, and the end of the battle of the quicksand will not be repeated, We will never lose..."

"Enough! This kind of lies, I heard enough!"

The deer helmet raised his head, a blazing flame was burning in his eyes, he looked at his mentor, the man he once respected most, he looked at several other big druids, he slowly backed away, he bit Tooth said:

"I used to fail to protect my son, protect my family, fail to do what a parent must do, and must do good things. After Vsteinen died, I couldn't get rid of my Frustration...I was in pain. At that time, I vowed that the Zerg would no longer take away any of my compatriots...I would never let my compatriots suffer such pain again."

"Now, I’m going to fulfill my original vows, but you...you don’t pay any attention to this, you are watching our fellows die...Teacher, Malfurion...maybe, this Is you."

"You are not trustworthy, full of lies, blind to the threats, blind to the disasters of the past and unable to extricate yourself... How long will the war in Ashenvale have to fight? How long can our compatriots last? That is the Qiraji! Those are the enemies who have fought us. How fast are they multiplying! How dangerous are they? Don’t you know?... You are all blind!"

"You are reluctant to take responsibility. Those companions who trust us, those soldiers who have stood in the desert for thousands of years, are just abandoned by you... Very good, very good!"

"Om"

A beating of green light shuddered on the body of the deer helmet. In one breath, the big druid turned into a huge storm crow. He stared at the eyes of the bird trying to persuade his companion, He screamed:

"I have been self-contradictory between salvation and guardianship. I have been looking for a reason to completely break with you indecisive guys...I have found it now!"

"You don't go to save them... I go!"

"The tragedy of Vastein will not happen again. I will protect my people in my own way! Bye bye..."

"farewell!"

"boom"

The wooden Cenarion coat of arms was thrown on the ground in the den, the deer helmet made a scream, flapped its wings and disappeared in front of Malfurion and the Druids in a blink of an eye. There was silence in the den until Malfurion stepped forward and picked up the quaint badge from the ground.

Behind the badge, there is the name "Fandal Deer Helm" written in Salas.

Malfurion did not know why the deer helmet made such a decisive decision at this moment, but he could vaguely guess that this was probably related to the son of the deer helmet who died 1,000 years ago. In 1000 years, none of them could be smoothed out by time. Fandral Deer Helmet, his first disciple, may have been very painful every day in this millennium.

"We...we lost him completely."

Malfurion clenched the badge in his hand, and he stood up. At this moment, the big druid's body staggered. He looked at the empty sky in front of his eyes, and there was a deep flash in his eyes. Sadness and worry.

"Stag helmet...what makes you so disappointed with your companions...is it really just because of Vastein?"

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