Azeroth’s Death Track

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Elf, this is a very special kind of existence in the night elf civilization, it can be regarded as the night elf soul aggregation, from the moment the world tree Nordrassil was planted, when every night elf died , He or she will return to the world tree in the form of an elf, waiting for the completion of the next life cycle.

Nordrassil gives the night elves the ability to live forever, but the elves will also die, and the "return" of the elves and the world tree is an important step for the night elves to complete their life. There are rumors that the mysterious Cadore There is a compelling reason that civilization has lived in Mount Hyjal and its surrounding areas for more than 10,000 years. It is said that the reproduction of elves has been linked to the tree of the world.

Of course, this rumor has not been confirmed yet...

But in any case, this special form of existence of elves is indeed a sign of night elf civilization, and the spirits of elves in the form of elves do not have self-awareness, they will instinctively wrap around the world tree or have a moon well On the branches of the forest trees, so in the stronghold of the night elves, you can see thousands of elves in almost every place. After the night comes, these special souls experience to illuminate the elves in the night. , Looks so beautiful.

Under the night of the Holy Mountain of Hyjal, the land dotted with hundreds of thousands of elves is a wonder of Azeroth.

Of course, tonight, this beautiful scene that has lasted for more than 10,000 years will come to an end.

Malfurion’s cold body lay at the foot of Tyrion, and this big druid still kept his pre-mortem look. It was a calmness like salvation and sacrifice. In Tyrion’s vision, he could see clearly I saw the pain in Malfurion’s soul, probably because during the two months he was captured, in addition to his own will, he did something wrong...This made the sober big druid very painful .

So much so that this kind of sacrifice-like death was a relief for him.

But the horn that blew before Malfurion's death was held in the hands of Tyrion at that time. It was a small wooden horn, very simple, without any embellishments, and it looked like a piece It is quite similar to the ornaments of the ancient style, and the power contained in it has been released in the trumpet sound just now. As for the effect it triggered...

The high lord raised his head, and in the dark night before him, hundreds of thousands of elves coming from all directions towards the burning tree of the world in Mount Hyjal, like the tide of light shining in the dark night, in the sky full of death A gleaming river resembling a mythical story was formed in the domain, probably feeling the determination of Malfurion before he died, these calm and unconscious elves all flying in a powerful manner.

And these elves with weak individual strength combined together in a huge number, and the entire Mount Hyjal was under the silver veil, shining like the day.

"It seems that I have enjoyed Archimonde's treatment, which is not bad."

Tyrion looked down at the big druid who was slowly being transformed by the power of death. He looked up and looked at the beautiful and dangerous scene in front of him. There was a slight smile in his mouth.

The elves are weak and the gathering of souls makes them lack of attack power, but these soul aggregates often detonate all their own soul powers in critical moments, causing damage to their opponents. One or two elves can only explode at best. It hurts the same weak mortal, but if the hundreds of thousands of elves blew themselves up together, the pure soul power damage superimposed together, and even a big demon could be seriously injured directly.

What's more, there is a natural connection between these elves and the tree of the world. At such a short distance from the tree of the world, the self-detonation of these elves will also ignite the burning tree of the world and place this giant tree in the sky The huge amount of remaining life energy burst out together.

It’s definitely not fun for any reasonable attacker...

On another timeline, in the 20 years of the Dark Portal, the great demon Archimonde's demon army attacked Mount Hyjal all the way. After the massive losses of casualties, the Alliance of Civilizations could not stop the great devil from destroying the world tree At the last moment, Druid Malfurion blew this "horn of natural anger" and summoned the elves of Mount Hyjal and even the Ashenvale Forest. In the horrible self-detonation, the entire Nordrassil The life energy of the tree of the world exploded and blasted the powerful Archimonde to the center of Mount Hyjal.

That war ruined the world tree and the night elves' eternal life, but it was a suicide attack based on the imminent destruction of civilization, and it is not the same as the scene now destroyed by Tyrion.

In short, don't look at the elves' individual weakness and lack of self-preservation ability. When they come together...the power of these little men is enough to change the world.

However, this method of counterattack is useless for Tyrion...

He controls the dead world, he controls the soul, and the power of the elves can’t hurt the soul’s master, just like the huge running water, still can’t stop the flood that drowns the world. This was mobilized by Malfurion to save the power of civilization In the end, it can only be attributed to the Lord.

"Uh"

The light ghost Yuna appeared on Tyrion’s shoulder. She was like a baby hen with a cub, holding a weird creature in her hand. It was like a murloc. It was very small. The eggs hatched, but the murloc was a little weird. The murloc was full of the smell of evil energy. It seemed that the larvae had already been infected by the evil energy.

What surprised Tirion was that this tiny murloc with a purple scale on his forehead also had a demon-like horn, and its body also had natural magic patterns formed by the infestation of evil energy. Between breathing, this little guy can even spit out the fire of evil energy. Although it is just a small flame, its lethality is also genuine.

"Where did you find this little monster?"

Tyrion asked with great interest, Yuna gleefully yelled at this twitter, like a fierce little devil like a fierce fishman in his hand, and said proudly to Tyrion:

"I won it... I called it fish eggs! Wow! It's so beautiful!"

Sitting on Terion’s shoulder, the little ghost Yuna saw the elf in front of her converging into a light curtain. She let out a girl’s emotion, but at the next moment, her eyes turned to Terion’s feet. Malfurion's body suddenly exclaimed again:

"Ah! It's an ugly bear! Why is he here too! He's still dead!"

"He will wake up soon."

Tyrion did not investigate why Yuna would know Malfurion. This little ghost has his own secrets. Tyrion knew this long ago, but he did not want to interfere with her because Yuna Despite being kind and lively, this little girl who has lived for more than 20,000 years is not a fool. She has her own wisdom.

"Open the door, Yuna."

The lord reached out and grabbed an elf who was close to him, trying to explode, put it in front of his eyes, and then said to Yuna:

"Send these elves to the dead world...this is a very good material, they will soon usher in a new life."

"okay!"

Yuna grabbed the fierce little murloc "fish egg" in one hand, and grabbed her star wand in the other hand, leading to the fissure of the world of the dead world between the halo of blue light mixed with golden light. The cave opened, and the cold wind of the spirit world whistled the darkness above the battlefield. The call from the dead world made those elves who were originally angry became dazed. The call of the soul's home, let them transfer in the air. In the direction, he plunged into the door to the dead world.

As Tyrion said to Prince Farodis, no matter how weird the undead variants, as long as they are still undead, they must follow the rules he set for the dead world...these exist in the form of souls The same is true for elves.

And together brought back to the dead world, there are those souls who died in this dark battlefield, and those released gods of death bound the painful souls with death chains, flying in the air in a strange and light gesture, with As the spirits of those elf warriors rushed into the world of death, the few who survived the ravages of death were standing on the battlefield blankly.

They can see those deaths taking away the souls of their comrades-in-arms, but in the face of monsters that can't be killed with weapons at all, even the most powerful warriors will feel a daze and helplessness.

This is not a war with Naga, not a war that can be won with weapons and firm will... How can mortals fight death?

Tyrion didn’t pay attention to the survivors of these wars. He didn’t care about the people who survived. He didn’t plan to completely wipe out the night elves on this night. He turned around and looked at the black fire that had been burned by the soul behind him. There is only the main world tree, the burning ashes of the twigs are flying in the wind, but they are not spread out, just like the wanderers who are attached to their hometowns, swirling in the sky into a gray circle.

There is no frequency of creaking when ordinary flames are burned, and there is no scorching and destruction coming from the face. The black fire that represents death is the vitality of the tree of the world. The world tree with huge vitality, invaded by nightmares inside, has been purified by more than half in the burning of death.

"You obviously can choose a more suitable way, and you have enough power to use those gentle ways. Why do you always use pain to achieve your purpose? Even if it is doing good deeds!"

Elune's light, tulle-like voice sounded in Terion's mind. The image outlined by the voice was like a girl who was watching the world tree withering and feeling sad, she asked softly:

"Tirion, is this really your bad taste? Or is it your malicious manifestation of this world? Why do you hate this world so much? Why do you hate me so much?"

Lord Lord did not answer the question immediately. He reached out and took a half-burnt leaf among the ashes of the world tree flying in front of him. He looked at the dark red lines on the leaf that had been corroded by nightmares. He was low. Say:

"Because of death, death is not a warm holy light, nor a peaceful nature, nor an arcane art representing order. Death is cruel, and its appearance must be accompanied by pain."

"Elune, my friend, I know you want these "heroes" to be filled with the belief of guardianship and love, and to break through the shackles of fate with incomparable justice, I admit that guardianship and love can indeed make people embark on Belief in the road to salvation, but you and I need time now, we don’t have so much time for them to change slowly..."

The Lord’s hand commanded, and the half-burnt leaf was thrown into the flame, which was soon burnt and clean, and between Tyrion’s hand dance, Yuna opened the gate of the dead world here. A moment of rapid expansion, and soon a tall, conical gate was formed. In the wild roar of the spirit wind, the gate was more like a kiss of a giant beast opened by the dead world in this world, as if to be the world. Tore off a piece.

"So I want to use a more violent and more purposeful belief that turns into endless whipping and encourages them to go forward on the road of revenge, hate! The Tyrande you choose, and the Erie I want to shape Dan, they all need this kind of hatred and pain to let them grow up quickly... you see, what they need most, I give them generously!"

Tyrion spoke with his partner Elune. In the gale, his fingers waved forward, and the cracks of the dead world roared forward, and in the low voice like a giant beast swallowing water, the darkness The boundary of the world, like the sharp teeth of the fold, swallowed the burning world tree into the edge of the dead world in the last night.

The Lord Lord never wanted to leave this tree of the world in Mount Hyjal... He would indeed burn this tree, but after that burning black fire, a more useful life will be born, after all, he has been from the beginning Just said to Azshara, this tree... he is useful!

"The world calls me the Destroyer, and calls me the Great Demon King, it doesn't matter...you and I know what despair we are going to face. To break through that despair, it will require the aggregation of countless forces, but it certainly does not include mortal gossip. ... as long as there is a perfect result, what method and process to take, it is no longer important..."

Tyrion’s hands were staggered and closed like the curtain of the closed stage. At the next moment, the death crack in the shadow of the tree of the world, Nordrassil, was suddenly closed, shining in the first light of the dawn of Mount Hyjal At the moment of tearing the darkness and shining on the earth, the towering tree completely disappeared in the place of the original tree of the world, just like the symbol of an era, it completely disappeared with the collapse of the era, in that pool Above the lake water shining like moonlight, only some ashes were left.

Like the leaves that finally withered, with a sad gesture, slowly sinking into the water of the moonless lake.

Lord Lord turned his head and looked at the sunlight emerging from the sky. He narrowed his eyes and said softly:

"I know, you agree with me, and you know everything I do is right, Elune... that's why you will let me do this."

"Go, finish what you should do... I will accompany you to finish the scene, but hurry up..."

"I'm tired."

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