Azeroth’s Death Track

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In the center of the woodland of the Grizzly Hills, surrounded by a lush forest, there is a huge, unimaginable stump standing here.

It is like the last trace left by the towering giant tree that was felled by terrible power in the world, and it is just this stump that has become solid as a stone in the endless years, and it is also a small town.

This huge tree stump is the most famous "spectacle" in the local area. It is a miracle derived from the branch of the largest tree of the world planted by deer helmets 4,500 years ago. It is said that this tree was once the same as Nordrassil Tall, the druids respectfully referred to it as Andazil.

It's a pity that the "Crown of Frost" had already been cut down by the Druids who were aware of the dark power, and only the big wooden pile called Vodahir's "Broken Crown" remained here.

The stump is nearly 25 meters high. From a distance, it looks like a tall tower in the forest. The local bear monsters don't know when to migrate in this stump. They spent unimaginable manpower and material resources to hollow out the stump. Then left a step by step circle around the periphery, tens of thousands of bear monsters in this attitude, living in Vodahir.

According to some bear monsters who had fled Vodahir, the bottom of the stump city, under the ground covered by dark red pool water, hidden some "strange and morbid" things, the bear monsters will be scared It is called "Underground Whisper Demon".

But now, the local bear monsters no longer need to worry about this horrible rumor, because in the dusk halo of the Grizzly Hills, the entire Vodahir is completely lit by the burning flame.

It's like a huge torch burning on the ground, and the bear monsters who would rather die than leave their "holy land" burned into the sky ashes...Terion did not have that leisurely mood to persuade these have been Yog-Saron’s dark power has completely twisted the spirits. The bear monsters are back on their way, but if they want to dedicate themselves to their dark beliefs, Tyrann, an easy-going person, has no reason to refuse. Their pleading.

"Look, Vodahir, one of the two "gangrene" of Emerald Dream in the world..."

In the flames of the endless flames reflected in the burning stump in front of him, Tyrion's long gray hair was flying in the hot air. He whispered:

"Now, I have solved a big problem for you... won't you thank me? Ms. Ysera."

"If you foolishly think that the nightmare can be eradicated by simply burning this worldly carrier, then I really have nothing to say..."

Ysera, who was standing behind Terion, closed her eyes. The dragon king, who never liked flames very much, enjoyed the heat from the face at this moment. The two days of being trapped in the dead world had made her suffer from "cold fear" "Sickness", now staying in this scorching environment makes her feel very comfortable, even some want to sleep like this.

"When the flame is extinguished, in the scattered ashes, the knights of the dark blade will place a blockade of holy silver here, which can temporarily cut off the connection between the ancient **** and the emerald dream."

The deer helmet on the other side explained to Ysera:

"This magic circle is not omnipotent, especially in the face of the strange ancient god, it may only last less than 1 month, but this is enough for us, as long as the nightmare residue in the emerald dream is cleaned up , And then block the connection between Vodahir and the Emerald Dream from the inside, it will be difficult for the nightmare to invade the dream of the world on a large scale."

"However, in the following time, the focus of our work to maintain the Emerald Dream will change from maintaining order to preventing nightmares from invading again."

"I care more about the present than I will later."

Ysera opened her eyes, and after returning to the present world, she was able to sway her power at will, and in her turquoise snake pupil, a doubt was shining:

"And you just said that there are two gangrenes in the Emerald Dream and the nodes in this world. Vodahir is the first one, where is the other one?"

Ysera's question made Tyrion frown. He turned his head to look at the Awakener, and he asked in a puzzled tone:

"Why? After only two days in the dead world, did you dig out your brain and throw it away? Such an obvious question, you still have to ask me? Seriously, I now begin to doubt that Titan chose yours. At that time, were their eyes blind..."

This spicy taunt made Ysera clenched her fists subconsciously, but was stopped by the deer helmet. The druid Big Druid coughed softly and whispered to Ysera:

"The tree of the world, Nordrassil!"

"what?"

The awakener's eyes widened. She looked at the deer helmet and seriously suspected that the other party was joking. But seeing the serious expression of the deer helmet, Ysera suddenly realized that this might be true.

The night elf’s world tree directly supports the node of the Emerald Dream in this world. It is one of the largest passages between the Emerald Dream and this world. Considering its importance, any druid, even the Druid of the Blight Sect, Don't dare to joke about this kind of problem.

And because of the reason that Nordrassil was the guardian of the dragon king, when the green dragons investigated the root of the nightmare, they always ignored it subconsciously. Nordrassil was the triple of green dragon, blue dragon and red dragon. Blessing, in theory it is impossible to be corroded at all.

But now think about it, if you follow this horrible idea, then all doubts about the second outbreak of nightmares seem to have disappeared at this moment. The sudden outbreak of nightmares is not in the night elves protecting their seas Is that node of Mount Garr? Moreover, that war is said to involve Naga, who has been identified as a servant of another ancient **** who played an insidious role hidden behind the scenes in that war.

At that moment, the eldest druid Malfurion who was most familiar with the emerald dream was taken away, and the nightmare war broke out. Is this really just a coincidence?

Ysera thought about this terrible problem, and her eyes became sharp at this moment.

"Don't you really think that I want to wage a war against the night elves, just because I am personally dissatisfied with them?"

Tyrion looked at Ysera, and the grim lord said softly:

"I am indeed dissatisfied with Kadore’s laziness, but this is not the reason for the war, Ysera, I hope you understand the fact that the dark blade will not use the war to determine a civilization based on my will. In the future, if we want to punish a civilization, it means that there is absolutely a reason for that civilization to be punished... The flesh and blood of the ancient gods took root and germinated in the body of Nordrassil, if it did not occupy the tree of the world. Remove it before the trunk, then this war in dreams will inevitably spread to this world!"

"I won't allow them to disrupt the order I set! So Nordrassil...must be burned! Now, do you understand?"

The Lord Lord took a step forward, the gate of the realm of death slammed open in front of his eyes, and the moment before stepping into that world, Tyrion looked back at the dull Ysera, he said softly:

"Darkblade's cause...always, just!"

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After Tyrion left, the dark-blade soldiers in the surrounding woodland were also under the command of the death knight, and they all left the burning forest in a black mountain troop transporter. This flame would burn for about 1 day. They Just keep an eye on the time, and then finish the work the boss ordered.

Anyway, the entire Grizzly Hills are now almost in the hands of the "Cold Wind" group under the command of Danas Torbain. No one will open their eyes to stop any work done by Dark Blade on this land. Under the burning sky, Ysera took a deep breath among the scattered ashes, and she turned and walked in the direction of the forest.

Behind her, silently looking at the burning Deer Helm of Vodahir, suddenly asked:

"Awakener, do you want to warn Cadore?"

Ysera's footsteps stopped for a moment, and she turned around, looking at the deer helmet with a somewhat blurred figure against the blaze of fire, she asked softly:

"That's also your race, deer helmet, you were born there, grew up there, that's your compatriots... now they are about to face a disaster, you also heard the tyrant of Tyrion, we completely This disaster can be avoided in advance!"

"How to avoid?"

The deer helmet never asked back:

"Persuade them to take the initiative to abandon the tree of the world? Or force Tyrande to destroy Nordrassil himself? As the most profound legendary relationship with Cadore, the great awakener, don't you really know that tree? Is it a place in the Kadore civilization? Losing that tree, what does it mean to them, can you really think of it?

Ysera was silent. The wise queen did not know how to answer this question, but the deer helmet did not need Ysera’s answer. In the flames of the burning Vodahir, the former Cenarion Dade Rui, said in a low and vicissitudes voice:

"Eternal life...I used to think that after the battle of the ancients, the dragon kings gave Kadore a precious blessing. We will have endless life to explore the mysteries of the world. To maintain the harmony of nature in a perfect dream, we will never be infected by fatigue and loss. At that time, I stupidly thought that in this blessing, Cadore will undoubtedly become the pillar of Azeroth. !"

"Kadore was very ambitious at the time, we did not doubt our bright future at that time, and we were even confident to face any challenges at that time, but what? No... everything, everything is just false."

The Deer Helm seemed very tired, and even his voice became deeper and deeper, and the Green Dragon Queen Ysera behind him did not speak. She just listened to the Deer Helm's readme quietly, and she seemed to understand... Why did the Deer Helmet decide to burn the World Tree Nordrassil to the Legion of Dark Blades, and it behaved so calmly, even calmly almost coldly.

Under this calm, what may be hidden is a desperate disappointment, a disappointment to Cadore, a disappointment to himself.

"In the more than a year since I joined the Wither, I have understood more about the way of nature than I have accumulated in the past 1,000 years... The way of nature, which seemed a bit boring at first, is in a novel posture. I was redefined in front of my eyes."

The deer helmet raised his finger, a green halo circulated at his fingertips, and then quickly evolved into a sharp thorn, an open flower, and finally condensed into a seed:

"After I got out of that lazy, almost indifferent environment like white water, my inspiration exploded every day, every day became fresh and full, I thought, as a druid, I need to abide by poverty, and I need to be moody, but it’s not, it’s just a self-explanation of our lazy nature that we have no cure for, and after seeing the prosperity and civilization of the world, I suddenly wake up. .."

"Eternal life is not a blessing... For a night elf who is imperfect and has various desires in his heart, it can only be a shackle, trapping me and trapping everyone, even Mafa Leo, even Tyrande, even the most radical Maiev... it’s the same, it’s just a beautiful illusion, but we are tempted to bury our heads in the undead pool, drinking and drinking, let the poison Infiltrating our souls and falling into a weary **** cannot extricate ourselves."

The Deer Helm turned around, and he looked at Ysera with a sad look. At this moment, the Queen of Green Dragon didn't even dare to look directly at Deer Helm's eyes, because she also realized that maybe at first, she and her sister brother The blessings that are on the rise are not a correct choice. In a sense, the Dragon Kings gave the mortals of Cadore what they should not have, and these gifts destroyed a supposedly superior civilization.

"Among the withers, my best disciple is a human being. He is very young, but he has what the night elves don’t have. It makes me feel a fear of curiosity. He has mastered the night in just 1 year. It takes 200 years for the elf druids to fully grasp the knowledge... Yes, humans only have a life of nearly one hundred years old, but their use of every day, every minute, every second is enough to make the most diligent night The elf felt ashamed!"

"Humans have used 2,800 years to create a civilization that is no worse than the night elves, and how long have we spent to reach the same level of civilization?"

Lu helmet smiled miserably:

"Even on top of the gifts left by the Elven Empire, we have spent a full 10,000 years... Humans have spread their footprints and civilizations across a continent in less than 1,000 years, and we ? For 10,000 years, we are still curled up beside our cradle, unwilling to move a step further!"

Archdruid walked past Ysera's body with a sorrow, he said softly:

"We took what we shouldn't take, we took that as what we should have, now, we have to pay for the time wasted in the past... we laughed at the high elves being controlled by magic addiction for 7000 years , What about us? Cadore was controlled by another more terrible drug addiction for 10,000 years!"

"Awakener, why don't you stop me?"

"Why should I stop others from unleashing the shackles of the night elves who are dying? Do you think that with just one word you can make the poisoned and incurable Cadore give up eternal life in his hand? No! They don’t Yes! They will even tear you up in reverse! Because you have to take away their most important... "treasure", even if it was put into their hands by you."

"Look, as Tyrion said... The War of Dark Blades, at least this time, is just..."

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