Azeroth’s Death Track

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The Cenarion Circle is an organization of the Druids. It has a long history and has existed during the Elven Empire. Later, the forest **** Cenarius taught the Druid Way to the night elves, which established the Druid faction. Starting point.

And there are branches within the Druids, and occasionally there will be disputes because of the true meaning of the Druid way, but in most cases, this kind of debate will only stay at the oral level as part of the natural way The Druids don’t promote struggles and are very harmonious within each other. In addition, 90% of the members of this organization are immortal night elves. This leads to this huge organization responding to unexpected events. It will be a little... dull.

This is natural and normal.

The immortal night elves are true long-lived species, they will not suddenly senesce for a long time, and they will not die as long as they are the reason, so time is equivalent to losing meaning to them when a racial collective loses What happens when the concept of time is changed?

Their rhythm of life will become very, very slow, they will spend their energy on things of personal interest, the individual's emotions will become lazy and peaceful, and the connection between individuals of the entire race will also become weak The centripetal force of civilization will be very loose. Based on a common belief, the Kadore civilized society still maintains a certain vitality, but compared to the short elves and their fellow elves, these long-eared, purple-skinned forest elves Everyone can be called a "big lazy bug".

The Druid profession is very special. After reaching a certain level, they must use the connection between this world and the dream to enter the mysterious and huge emerald dream and continue to understand the true essence of the natural way. The form, in the eyes of ordinary people, is almost the same as "sleeping", er, in fact, when the druids communicate with the Emerald Dream, they are indeed sleeping.

Therefore, we can say with certainty that the Cenarion Circle is a huge organization and a powerful organization that is not hidden. But in fact, it is also a loose organization and a lack of cohesion.

In the past years, it was not that no druids left the Cenarion Circle, but they were all low-level druids that were lured by other forces, such as big druids such as Fandral Deer Helmet, who had left the organization in the past. It happened only once in the years... In the battle of Sartre 9000 years ago, in order to fight against the demons, the Grand Druid Lalaire. Toothfire took the risk of absorbing the power of Wolfling Goldling and became crazy Later, he was locked into a half plane of the Emerald Dream by Malfurion, which was equivalent to being forced out of the Cenarion Circle.

But the deer helmet is actively detached... This is not the same as the situation of the tooth fire. When this situation occurs, all the big druids, including Malfurion, do not know how to face this matter. , And the inaction of the upper level directly led to the message that the deer helmet left the parliament, spreading throughout Mount Hyjal in less than 1 day.

When Malfurion was asleep, the fandar deer helmet he trusted was always one of the controllers of the Cenarion Circle. Therefore, the news like a thunderbolt in the sunny day made the entire Mount Hyjal boiling. Both the druids and the civilians of the night elves felt a storm coming.

So... as the protagonist of the incident, he suddenly broke away from the Cenarion Circle, and in full view, left the Vandal deer helmet of Mount Hyjal, where did he go?

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"Wow, wow"

Under the protection of two tall Linjing Druids, Mojana Deer Helmet quickly walked through the "sleeping place", which was set by the wither in the emerald dream of Drustvar for novice apprentices. In the study area, tables and chairs made of vines and animal dens with trees spread all over the sides of the road. As Mojana progressed, apprentices on both sides of the road kept leaning to pay tribute to the Great Patriarch.

Yes, under the disguise of harmless human and animal "Cenario High-end Druid", Mojana has another identity. She is the great Patriarch of the Blight Sect and is blessed by the seed of life. Druid ever.

Several years have passed since the establishment of the Blight Sect, and this small sect has also changed from a hidden sect of a few people to one of the most powerful forces on the island of Kul Tiras, especially After the Druids of the Blighter used the energy of mature life seeds to purify the emerald dream on this island, the development of the Blighter can be called a thousand miles.

Unlike the conservative Cenarion Circle, the Druids of the Blighter treat all races equally, as long as they can experience the power of life, as long as they can fear life and nature enough, they can be absorbed into the Blighter.

In the current Drustvar, in this dream full of vigorous life force, not only can you see the night elf druids, but also some local human druids, from Draenor’s A few Druids of the Crow and Tiger, the Druid of the Wolfrunner from Gilneas, even the Druid of the Boar Man, who has always been regarded as a barbaric and foolish creature, and a few Druids of the Tauren.

However, this eclectic absorption has caused a sense of unevenness in the increasingly large blighter faction.

This is normal. After all, this is a new and vibrant organization. It has not yet been tested too much, and there are also some guys who are just for strength.

"Great Patriarch! Welcome to you."

On the road to the "Tower of Life and Death" at the core of the emerald dream of Drustvar, the big druid harvest witch Austin among the withers is waiting for the arrival of the great patriarch, and he slightly leans over Mojana Body, then whispered:

"The deer helmet mentor is waiting for you, he is in the tower of life and death at the moment, and is discussing some... about the doctrine with the tooth fire druid."

"Ok"

Mo Yana nodded, she entered here in a dream form, her body was still resting in the territory of the human empire at this moment, she followed the harvest harvest wizard all the way, she asked softly:

"Why did my father come here suddenly? Isn't he always reluctant to abandon his old companions? He is also a veteran of the Cenarion Circle anyway, and he still has a lot of affection for the decaying organization."

Hearing Mo Yana's inquiry, the Harvest Wizard shrugged. He looked at the tall towers interwoven with vines in front of him, and looked at the natural forces escaping around the tall towers. He said:

"Malfurion rejected the mentor's request to unite humans and fight against the Qiraji people. The soft-eared guy broke the mentor's heart... This time, the deer helmet mentor probably already had the Cenarion Circle Completely broken, he will become an important force for the rise of the wither, or... he brings us the future!"

"Well, I hope my father has really made up his mind this time, and Vastein's affairs can no longer be dragged on."

Mo Yana unbuttoned her hood, and between her fingers dancing, a quaint wattle cane appeared in her hand. The cane tapped twice on the ground, and the tower of life and death in front of her was surrounded by vines. Opening quietly, before stepping into the tower, Mo Yana turned back and said to the harvest wizard:

"Austin, get ready... I will persuade my father to help us call the demigod spirit. After that, the wither will soon be on the stage of the world with a gorgeous gesture, which is the truth of life and death In the future revealed, we must be perfect!"

"It will be as you wish."

The Harvest Wizard led his life away. Behind him, Mo Yana closed her eyes, meditated for a moment, and then took steps to step between the towers reorganized by the vines spurred by the seed of life. The towers in the closed emerald dream of Drustvar are full of unimaginable vitality. They have even formed a star-like light spot, wrapped around the towers, and they look beautiful and magnificent.

"The core of life and death lies in the soul. The decay of the body is only a part of life and death. It is not the beginning or the end. This is just a process. In this process, the immortality of the soul means that the cycle continues, and the damage of the soul represents the Life and death have been divided, and the wither does not value the power of the body. What we really care about is the fusion of soul and nature...This is much better than the Cenarion Circle’s idea of ​​adapting to nature and taking nature as the respect."

A hoarse voice sounded in the hall in front of Mojana, which sounded like the voice of Master Laller. Toothfire, which was the Druid Wolf Wanderer, who was exiled 9000 years ago, from the Battle of Northern Xinjiang. Released in the Emerald Dream, he was finally awakened from the violent power of the wolf spirit after being injected with a large dose of the moon night herbal medicine. Now, Master Toothfire is one of the big druids of the wither, he is best at, It is a werewolf transformation and a unique giant wolf form.

That's a special form that traditional Druids cannot master.

"Soul? Therefore, the origin of your new teachings is that you should not just conform to nature, but to integrate your soul and nature. When necessary, you will also try to calm down the natural ups and downs, even planning nature. The way forward? But does this not violate the foundation of the natural way?"

The second sound made Mojana very familiar, it was her and her husband Vastain’s father, Archdruid Fandral Deer Helmet, and after hearing his father’s question to Master Firefang The priest coughed softly, then leaned on a wooden staff and stepped into the hall. She looked at her father who was slightly vicissitudes and said seriously:

"So, Master Deer Helmet, what is the basis of the natural way? Is it the coexistence advocated by the Cenarion Circle? Or is it the tenacity and stubbornness that the seeds pierce the earth? Is it the greed that the weeds grow wildly and eventually spread all over the farmland? Or is the autumn wind blowing through the forest and the fallen leaves drifting away from the withered trunk?"

"All of this is the way of nature... The Cenarion Circle just added a note to the way of nature according to its own understanding, but believe me, that is not correct, nor is it the truth, not all that exists in the world Life is reasonable, and not all dead life should have been eliminated. In the eyes of the wither, the definition of the way of nature is "evolution", endless evolution, and the co-evolution of life and nature."

"We, like wild bears, perceive power from belief."

"We, like cheetahs, perceive wildness from hunting."

"We are like ravens, learning freedom from our souls."

"The ability of the wither does not come from the awe of nature and the boring repetition of the way of nature, but from a soul that never succumbs and never stops moving forward. We draw the power of self-evolution from nature and then use This power defends our favorite nature and punishes those who disrupt the cycle of life and death..."

Mo Yana looked at her father, she said in a deep voice:

"Like the Qiraji people...the evil life that should not have appeared in this world from the beginning!"

Deer helmet's expression became serious at this moment. He looked at his relatives, the woman who called him "father", the wife of his son, the mother of his granddaughter, and he looked at Moya in front of him with scrutiny. Na, when he didn't notice, his loved ones had already walked too far on the other way of nature.

Big Druid, the wolf walker who had originally argued with the deer helmet, did not know when he had quietly left, and gave this occasion to his relatives who had not seen for a long time. In the deer helmet's silent gaze, Mo Yana whispered:

"Father, I don't want to wait any longer...Vastein, his soul has been lost in the darkness for too long, we have to get him back."

"Save my husband, your son and Istaria's father, save the loved ones that are the most important for both of us... and then use this rescue as a starting point to protect and balance the disputes of this world!"

The Patriarch Patriarch took a step forward. She looked at her father and the deer helmet that had just broken with the Cenarion Circle. She said:

"I also don’t want to miss my vengeance against the Zerglings, I don’t want to miss the first step of the Blighter to balance the world... Cenarion Circle can’t bear the responsibility of truly communicating with this planet, we can only come by ourselves !"

"Would you like to be with me? Father... save me with Vastein, I know that you are as painful as me, no, you are more painful than me, your love for Vastein is no less than me You will not hate the Zerglings less than me. Join the Decayer, Father, believe me, this is better for you than the Cenarion Circle."

"Just for Vastein!"

Under the watchful eye of Mo Yana, the deer helmet took a deep breath. He raised his head, and there was a trace of pain flashing on the vicissitudes of his face. He stretched out his hand with some difficulty, and took it from Mo Yana. The wattle cane, and then let that weird and majestic life force pour into his body, and at the moment wrapped in a green light curtain, he closed his eyes and said softly:

"This is for Vastain! This is for my son..."

"Not for this **** world."

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