Azeroth’s Death Track

To be honest, if he has enough free time, Tyrion is willing to stay in the Defias Federation and watch how this new country under his own hands develops and grows, but the problem is that he doesn't have that much time .

After the fall of Stormwind City, the next strategic location to take is Ironforge, the copperbeard dwarf city in Khaz Modan. It's different. To enter Ironforge, you can only go through the main entrance. In the era when the old tribes swept the mainland, when they were the most powerful and fought against the Seven Nations Alliance, the orcs who stayed in Khaz Modan Also failed to breach the main gate of Ironforge.

In terms of comfort and beauty, Ironforge is not ranked in this world at all, but in terms of sturdiness and toughness, Ironforge is definitely the undisputed number one.

Therefore, to contribute to Ironforge, you can only use some special methods, but fortunately, an offensive plan against Ironforge has already begun to be implemented. If everything goes well, about a month later, the entire Aize The most difficult city in Rath will fall into the hands of Tyrion.

And compared to watching the development of the new human country, there is another important thing waiting for Tyrion to deal with.

Anzu, the raven god who was sent to Kalimdor years ago, has finally fulfilled his promise.

Just 2 days ago, several mysterious people appeared in Zangarmarsh in the world of Draenor. They contacted the death knights patrolling the sky, saying that they came on behalf of a powerful person, and wanted to see Tai with their own eyes. Ryan. Blade of Dawn.

And judging from the decorations of those mysterious people, they should be the druids Tyrion has been waiting for.

The Temple of Darkness has already conquered the sky above the Zangar Marsh. It is suspended above the sky, and the shadow cast on the lake below is very peaceful, with a hint of ferocity that cannot be ignored.

There were two druids who sneaked through the Dark Portal to reach Draenor, two men and one woman, both wearing their traditional animal skin robes, holding a staff of thorns in their hands, looking quite wild.

Led by the attendants of the human ghosts, the three silent druids walked through the dark path of the dark temple and came to the parlor, where the blood mistress was already waiting for these guests.

Alleria sat on the main seat and looked at the two purple-skinned night elves in front of her. There was a trace of distrust and hostility in her eyes. The dead's distrust of the living is instinctive, but hostility is not. From the millennia of sordidness between the high elves and night elves of Quel'Thalas.

Dath'Remar Sunstrider, the former king of the high elves, left the eternal society in anger because he was squeezed out and suppressed in the night elf society, and led his people across the endless sea, finally in The settlement of Quel'Thalas, although this time of self-exile is nominally a collision between two beliefs, but to be honest, if there is no political factor in it, it is pure self-deception.

The high elves believe in the power of magic. In the earlier era, during the elf empire ruled by Queen Azshara, the high elves were the noble class of the empire, while the night elves were only the common people. Elune's faith, and after Queen Azshara and the Dark Titan Sargeras made some evil deals, the entire elf empire collapsed, and finally the night elves, led by the heroes, rebuilt the elf society.

The belief in Elune has made a comeback, and the position of the high elves who betrayed Queen Azshara in the war and stood on the side of the night elves is very embarrassing, but that was already 6800 years ago. This kind of mutual hostility and hatred still flows in the blood vessels of both sides, but at least today, Alleria is suppressing her inner disgust for the night elves, at least on the surface.

Because she now represents the Darkblade and Tyrion, not Quel'Thalas anymore.

High-ranking druid Myana, I salute you, Mistress of the Dark Blade.

The female druid with long red hair but an indifferent face leaned slightly towards Alleria. Her attitude was full of the night elf's social style, calm, indifferent and with a touch of innate arrogant.

And the expressions of the two tall male druids behind him were similar, and one of them was more indifferent, looking like a qualified bodyguard and follower, just introducing himself by his name:

High-level druid Olt Stantin!

Another druid in a yellow robe and long purple hair is softer, but there is always a sad light in his eyes:

Cerelion White Claw, trainee druid.

Um?

This made Alleria curious. As a messenger, sending a powerful druid to the world of the undead can completely guarantee her safety, but what is this lowly apprentice druid doing here? ?

Could it be that he is a hidden big man?

Alleria's gaze stayed on White Claw for a moment, but she quickly rejected her own thoughts. Cerelion lacked the aura of a big man, and he should really be just an ordinary apprentice druid.

And while Alleria was observing them, the indifferent female druid spoke again:

I once had dinner with His Majesty Dath'Remar, and my father and I expressed great regret for his final choice to leave Kaldorei society... But I hope that the conflict between the two clans will not affect my future. The purpose of coming here.

Your father?

Mistress Blood savored these words, lazily resting her chin with her hand, looking at Moyana, she asked softly:

May I know your father's name?

Of course, his name is...

Deer helmet.

Another icy voice sounded behind the druids. Myana turned her head and saw the door of the living room slowly opened. Tyrion, who was wearing a long robe and wearing a blue crown, strolled into the room. He looked at the three messengers in front of him with ice blue eyes, and after a while, he said softly:

I have heard the name of Archdruid Fandral Staghelm even in this remote small world, and you, Ms. Myana, the little daughter who can make you leave Ashenvale, is not far away. Wanli came to meet a group of undead that druids hate the most, presumably, you must shoulder a heavy and extremely important mission.

Tyrion passed by the three druids. When the distance between them was the closest, the cold male druid stepped forward calmly and stood in front of Myana and White Claw. Obviously, Tyrion's appearance made him feel dangerous.

But the Dark Blade King didn't do anything to them. Instead, he stepped forward and sat beside his wife. After the door was closed again, there were only five of them left in the entire hall.

Generally speaking, the living people take the initiative to come to see the undead, either to pursue death or to escape death, but night elves never grow old and die, so I guess, you are here with the third purpose, and now there is no more People, let's talk.

Tyrion nodded, his eyes fell on Moyana:

I am listening.

I heard many stories about Tyrion Dawnblade along the way. In those stories, you always appear as a wise and mysterious image.

Myana stepped forward, looking at Tyrion without fear, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling with a dark desire:

I have also seen those death knights who are no different from living people. The rumors are true. You hold the power of death and can regenerate the dead with a complete posture... This is the greatest magic of life. What we can't do, and we, we are here for it!

Resurrection? No, I can't do that.

Tyrion admitted his shortcomings without hesitation. He looked at the druids in front of him and said in a deep voice:

The souls of Azeroth's creatures will become incomplete after death. Even the night elves who will not enter hell, your souls will return to the world tree. I have seen that scene with my own eyes. It's a pity, but for I can't do anything about your death, at least for now, I can't interfere with the bondage of the World Tree to your soul.

But what if before the world tree is planted?

The apprentice druid suddenly took a step forward, and White Claw asked in a harsh voice:

What if it was the soul that died in the catastrophe 10,000 years ago? I can guarantee that her soul is intact, but the evil will has penetrated into that soul, and her body has been infused with dark power. Like a walking dead, can you save such a death?

Your name is Whitepaw?

Tyrion looked at the druid in the yellow robe. He observed the weird elf carefully. He saw White Claw's fairer skin and the magic power hidden in his body. Although it was weak, it was real. of.

You are not a night elf, you are a Highborne!

The Dark Blade King was amazed:

I never thought that ten thousand years later, I could still see a living Highborne with my own eyes. Your souls are not bound by the World Tree, so I thought, I should be able to save that poor soul.

Tyrion pursed his lips, and he asked with a hint of malice:

But the problem is, you are a druid, aren't you? For such a polluted soul, based on my understanding of your behavior, shouldn't you purify her body, let her soul return to freedom, return to In the cycle of nature?

Cerelion White Claw clenched his fists in pain, tears even appeared in his eyes:

Anaya, she is... she is my wife. Ten thousand years ago, the devil destroyed Yamisaran, and my Anaya also died in that disaster. I thought I would never see her again in this lifetime. , but just a few years ago, the magic of Darkshore changed, and many unwilling ghosts appeared in the ruins of Amisaran, including... my Anaya.

The mentor asked me to end Anaya's pain with my own hands and give her relief, but I can't...

White Claw is a very gifted druid.

The indifferent druid Alt Stantin, who had never spoken, patted the shoulder of his sobbing companion, and he looked up at Tyrion:

Ten thousand years ago, he was my best friend. His love with Anaya is a true manifestation of unswerving. He is very painful, so we brought him this time. If you can help him, you will Reaped from my personal kindness.”

Goodwill? What do I want this for?

Tyrion smiled disdainfully, his fingers twitching on his knees, and a moment later, he threw a pendant with a blank soulstone inlaid on it to Cerelion, and he whispered:

Go and bring her soul to me, all you need is a simple requiem ceremony, and the madness in the soul due to the pain of death will be soothed, of course, if you want your wife to remain intact body, then it is best to bring her dead body with her, and I will not hesitate to lend a helping hand to any soul that can retain its reason and thinking in the torment of death.

After all, regardless of their race and beliefs in life, they are my true compatriots after death.

Thank you, thank you.

Cerelion bowed down to thank him sincerely, but just as he was about to leave, Tyrion's cold voice sounded behind him:

Did you forget something, Mr. Whitepaw?

I have given you the help you need, but what about your reward? I haven't seen it yet.

White Claw is about to become my father's disciple. If you can help him understand his knot, you will undoubtedly get a message from the Archdruid...

Moyana said softly, but before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Tyrion's hand:

I've already said that the kindness of living people is meaningless to me! Even the archdruid is the same. What I value is more practical things. What's more, I don't think you are qualified to help Mr. Cyrillian. Decide.

He looked at the apprentice druid Whitepaw, narrowed his eyes, and said with a smile:

Since even Mr. Staghelmet thinks you are very talented, after your wife recovers perfectly, why don't you join us with her, Mr. Cerelion, if you really love me as much as you said She wants to accompany her until the end of time, so I don't think you will refuse this proposal.

Veteran players know the love story of Cerelion Whiteclaw and Anaya--Unswerving Commitment, an out-of-print touch.