Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Aoao"

The long wolf howling echoed in Kalimdor's sky, then there was a roar of giant bears, followed by a roar of birds, and then the entire Kalimdor forest began to sway. No one knew where these roars came from. Here comes, but it means a lot to the druids.

In the beast pit of Mount Hyjal, Archdruid Shaun. Moonclaw closed his eyes and listened to the clear, dreamlike voice. After a moment, he turned around and said to his companions behind him :

"Wolling Godrin, Brother Ursok the God of Giant Bears, Avina the Queen of Birds, Aisina the Mother of the Forest..."

"The wild demigods who have been sleeping in the Emerald Dream have awakened. They are rejoicing for the rebirth of Agamaggan, but there is also a trace of question in my voice... I, friends, I feel sad, demigods We are asking why we kept them waiting for so long...we, how should we answer them?"

Behind him, the great druids were silent, because they did not know how to respond to the demigods' inquiries.

Ten million years later, the first wild demigod who was killed in war was resurrected, but not through the hands of the orthodox Druid Church Cenarion Council, but by a Druid who had defected from the church. .

It was like a shiny slap in the face of these big druids...this should be their sacred mission, but...but they lived up to those who did The wild demigods who died.

Although there are reason enough reason, even they themselves don't know how to face all of them, and even worse things are happening.

"Wow"

Kodak Steelclaw's figure appeared in the den after the storm raven dissipated. The gentle big druid looked ugly and said to others:

"Ansu, the angry crow god, is fighting against Ysera the Awakener in the Emerald Dream. The power of the two powerful men completely blocked the entrance of the Emerald Dream. The druids who were asleep were awakened. Now they are both in Discussing the resurrection of Agamamagan, some old druids did not know that the deer helmet had left the parliament, and they thought with joy that we had resurrected the **** of the wild boar."

"The entire Mount Hyjal is in chaos..."

"Why is Ansu angry?"

Inheriting the great Druid Eloser slowly moving his trunk, the tree man looked at his companion, and in the peculiar click of the tree activity, it asked suspiciously:

"Ansu and Agamamagan have no friendship, why is it so angry because of the resurrection of Agamamagan?"

"You slept too long, Erosel, you didn't know the entanglement. When Ansu accepted the persuade of the awakening and joined the Cenarion Circle, we promised to resurrect his wife, Yang Yan. Rukma the Raven... But now, the first resurrected is the **** of the wild boar, who thinks he has been fooled and deceived...it can’t even listen to our explanation now."

Malfurion shook his head hard, he said softly:

"It's a mess..."

"But now Ansu has witnessed the deer helmet's resurrection of Agamamagan. It already knows that in addition to us in this world, there is another Druid organization that can resurrect the demigod."

Shaun Moonclaw’s eyes darkened, and he said softly:

"If we don’t give Ansu an explanation, this demigod will probably leave with the bones of his wife and look for the deer helmet... The moon **** is on, it may take away its believers, the entire Senna It is possible that the Rio Council will be split."

"We can also resurrect Rukma!"

Kodak Steelclaw said aloud:

"We immediately started to resurrect Rukma, and Nordrassil's life energy is fully enough to support this ritual! Ansu's anxiety cannot be escalated, and we cannot sit and watch the Cenarion Circle split!"

"Calm down! Kodak!"

Malfurion turned around and scolded:

"Don’t forget our current situation... Kadore is facing a war. Every day, the souls of the war dead return to Nordrassil. The world tree has the responsibility of transforming the war dead into elves. We want to mobilize Nordrassil’s energy, which means that the soul of our companions will be nowhere to be placed, which will directly cause panic among civilians."

Night elves are special creatures. Ten thousand years ago, after the end of the battle of the ancients, the dragons blessed the world tree planted by the night elves Nordrassil. From that day on, the night elves became immortal, But their civilization is also closely connected with the world tree.

Whenever a night elf warrior dies, that soul will return to the world tree. Under the nourishment of the world tree, the spirit of the elf will re-evolve into the form of an elf, which is a group of spirits wrapped in starlight. Of course, Every once in a while, the world tree will naturally produce some elves.

The night elf reproduction process requires the elf to enter a woman's body, so that the night elf mothers can conceive successfully and then give birth to a new life.

In other words, for the night elves, there is no direct connection between sexual behavior and reproduction. The world tree bears the mission of life and death of this special civilization. When the world tree was planted, the night elves could not predict that Today, ten thousand years later, the existence of the world tree will be so closely connected with their civilization.

The resurrection wild gods need to mobilize the life energy within the world tree. This process takes a certain amount of time. The most important thing is that once the world tree becomes weak, the reproduction of the night elf civilization and the birth of new life will be affected. ...This is a difficult choice for the big druids.

One end of the balance is their responsibility for the wild gods, and the other is placed under the pressure of the proliferation of elven civilizations. They can only choose one. In the face of such multiple choice questions, even fair people will tend to be biased. My own civilization... Therefore, the ritual of resurrecting the wild gods has been delayed, until today after ten thousand years.

This behavior directly led to the dislike of the night elves by the bearmen who believed in the Ursok brothers, and it also directly led to the only wild demigods remaining after the battle of the ancients, Tortola the wise man said goodbye thousands of years ago.. Obviously, the behavior of the night elves druids hurt the wise demigod's heart.

But now, the night elves can no longer ignore this problem. The behavior of the deer helmet directly pushes the Cenarion Circle to the cusp of the storm. Now, in the face of internal and external pressure, the big druids must make a choice.

Is it to fulfill the mission, or to selfishly maintain the self-civilization and growth...

No matter which item they choose, they will lose something, something crucial.

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"Wow, it's so big..."

Garin Torbain, dressed in a hunting suit, stood on the hills of the barrens, using a binoculars to observe the razor heights in the distance, even if he was nearly a thousand meters away, he could still clearly see lying high The wild **** Bodhisattva Agamamagan basking on the ground.

The resurrected wild demigod appeared weak, but its huge body was enough to worship any flesh and blood creatures. The skin of this giant wild boar is turquoise, with a beautiful mane on its spine that jumps like flames. There is a wild boar-like head, two fangs piercing the skin are as sharp as a knife, and the thorns wrapped around the body of Agamamagan are like the warrior's armor, which does not appear to be draconian, but adds a special trace to the wild **** mighty.

And around the huge body of Agamamagan who is basking in the sun, the wild boars who have recovered the gods are very sincere. They have harvested delicious fruits from all sides and placed them in the form of tributes before the gods, eager to get the gods’s. Blessing.

The moment the Agamagan recovered, the wild boarmen who lost their faith regained their solace in their souls, and their social forms also recovered little by little with the help of the wither. The civilization and humanity of this wild boarman Like the civilization of the empire, it is undergoing a difficult reconstruction, but for them, life is finally hopeful.

"Unbelievable, I still know too little about this world."

Garin threw the telescope to the gray yup near him. The young king turned his head and looked at Mo Yana, the deceased chief minister behind him. He smiled with a smile on his lips. He said:

"So, should I call you a high-level druid now, or a high-priest lady?"

"You can continue to call me Mo Yana...The withers who follow the cycle do not care about these differences."

With her wooden ceremonial armor, Mojana looks majestic. Behind her stands tall Lin Jing warriors. These source creatures catalyzed by the seeds of life have become very important members of the blight sect. They generally serve as guardians of the temple, expelers, and companions of the druids. In the Stranglethorn Vale of the eastern continent, the Lin Jing have established the first temple of the wither in the dense forest, which is completely built of trees.

"I said that as long as the human empire and the Zerg fight, the deer helmet family will stand firm on your side."

Mo Yana said to the king of man not humble and overbearing:

"Now, the entire Blight Sect, along with the powerful wild gods, will also be on your side... as long as you and the other kings nod in agreement, the Blight can become friends of the empire."

"Wait, before I answer, there are a few important questions."

King Galin was not stunned by the good news that the wild gods joined the war. He was very calm. He knew that treating an organization like the Blight cannot be as easy as treating the goblin consortium. This is a new belief... and As we all know, 99% of the people of the human empire are believers in the Holy Light, and even King Galin himself is also an agent of the Holy Light.

He invited Mo Yana to sit in a simple chair on the side, and the guards brought refreshing drinks and food. In this relaxed environment, King Garin sipped his wine and asked:

"I read the doctrine of the wither, the cycle of life and death, which is quite refreshing, but I am more concerned about it, ma'am, where is the undead in your system?"

Mo Yana's eyes narrowed, and she said softly:

"What you really want to ask is our attitude towards the dark blade, right? The young king."

Garrin, who was taken through carefully, was not embarrassed. He nodded calmly:

"Madam, you should be very clear about the contradiction between the Empire and the Blade, I can tell you in a responsible manner that we and the Blade will never be able to coexist... so you and your wither will become our friends, this is the Problems that cannot be avoided."

"Well, I can understand."

Mo Yana also looked at Galin calmly, she said:

"The living represents life, and the dead represent death. Now that you have read the doctrine, you should understand that the wither maintains the cycle of life and death. In our eyes, humans and undead... are in the same position, at both ends of the balance. , And we are in the center of the balance... If you really need an answer, then I would say... Wither, stay neutral, we will not participate in the war between humans and undead, that’s all."

"So IMHO, ma'am."

King Galin shook his head. He placed the cup in his hand on the table:

"We can't be friends."

"Mr. Garin, I want to remind you..."

Mo Yana scratched a calm smile on her face. She brushed her long hair and said to Galin:

"The Blighter is not asking to be a friend of mankind...Now the situation is that you need us, not we beg for your friendship. Listen to me, this may hurt some people, but the fact is, can we get the friendship of the human empire It is not important for the wither, we choose the empire, just because the empire is closer to the base of its Zergling."

Archdruid said in a low and sharp tone:

"If you have to push the wither away from the empire, then we can only unite with the other. I believe that the great lord on the other side of the sea may be more interested in eliminating the insects than you... this is the reality No matter how deep your hatred for the undead is, the King of Mankind, you cannot ignore the cold reality. In the face of the Zerg, you are at an absolute disadvantage."

Talking, Mo Yana stood up, and under the guard of Lin Jing, she turned to the direction of Razor Heights, she shook her hand:

"Maybe, we can’t really start a meaningful conversation until you truly recognize the threat of the worms. If you can’t let go of the meaningless pride and stubbornness in your heart, then we can only sit and watch the human civilization being wormed. Swallow a little bit."

"Trust me, on this issue, I have more say than any human being...really, if the empire is really as wise and powerful as you said, then why, you will be afraid of withering What about the olive branch coming here?"

Behind Moyana, the human king Galin gritted his teeth and said in a word:

"Without your help, humans can overcome those bugs!"

"Oh?"

Mo Yana looked back, she looked at Garin indifferently:

"Really? I doubt it...the arrogant king, let me advise you...you and your empire are far from being masters of the world and destiny, you and the wild boar, and the centaur are actually no different. If you can’t calmly view your place in the world, your ending will be the same as them sooner or later..."

"In other words, the world does not revolve around humans...Gallin Tolbain, I can tell you straight, you are not a child of destiny, and your arrogance, stubbornness, and stupidity make me very disgusted.. . I will look forward to the day when you apologize to me!"

"Until that day comes, we will not be friends! And you who refuse all help will face the Qiraji people alone, wishing you can last until the day you are willing to bow your head and admit your mistakes."

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