Azeroth’s Death Track

There are many different manifestations of life, from docile kittens to ferocious crocodiles, from bacteria invisible to human eyes, to birds that roar and migrate to occupy the sky, and even grass, numbers, forests that never speak, Let your feet trample on it, let the wildfire rise and burn everything.

Does life get angry?

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But in the vast majority of cases, humble beings can only bear all this silently.

In terms of doctrinal research, druids, the most steadfast devotees of the way of life and nature, are actually unable to determine whether there is another form of gentle life.

The side that is completely different from the docile foundation that supports the entire world system, the side that appears as the destroyer or the punisher... The destructive life, with the instinct of devouring, assimilating and plundering, will eventually deform everything Erase all life, leaving only the most original foundation, let the civilization of the new season grow again on the ruins of the old world, and then expect that it will be a civilization with great respect for life...

If they're not, the green frenzy of angry life and destruction is coming back from the ground.

A very bold and wild fantasy, but in Mount Hyjal, in the Cenarion Council, most druids feel that this is crazy nonsense, at least in Azeroth, everything is natural The source exists in a state of gentleness and decency.

Nordrassil, the world tree that protects the night elves from immortality, is the best embodiment of this gentle side of life.

But now, we've seen it.

Moyana stood by the pool in the Yongmao Jungle. She stretched out her hand and stroked the vines growing in the water behind her. Behind her was the high-ranking druid Alt Stantin with a dull face. Under his dull gaze , the seed of life that is entangled and protected by running water, vines and steel is still breathing according to the mysterious frequency. In the rhythm of the pool water, every breath will make the life energy in this magical forest become bigger. , is heavier.

Represents the seed of angry nature, perhaps its ancestors tried to reshape this small world with plant life, but for some reason unknown to us, the conquest of this plant failed, and instead, Azeroth and Azera The flesh and blood life is exactly the same.”

Moana said in a sincere voice:

But you can also feel it, Stantin, and it's here, it's coming to life, and one day it'll do what its ancestors did to bring the world back to green reshaping and serenity again...itself That is, another embodiment of life and nature.”

This is another interpretation completely different from our gentle natural power, full of violence, devouring, killing and reshaping will, even if it has not yet awakened, that wild will forces the surrounding plants to evolve into its own Soldiers, its vanguard.

Moyana raised her hand, and with this movement, the elders of the forest elves raised their hands made of plants with sincerity. Druid magic and these plant life are too in tune. Their understanding of this kind of spell based on natural balance The learning speed is so fast, in the hands made of plants, the rich dark green energy dances at the fingertips.

Under the feet of the forest elves, vines covered with sharp barbed thorns grew rapidly, entangled in their hands, and formed their weapons, and those fallen leaves flying in the air were also endowed with some kind of angry power, becoming It is as strong as steel, sharp and full of lethality.

Moana stretched out her hand, and a fallen leaf fell into her palm. As the life energy in her body grew and entangled, the fallen leaf quickly weathered. After a while, strange creatures like swarms flew into the air, But in the next moment, it grew crazily because it lost control, and then it turned into black ashes like weathering, and fell on the ground.

I feel its will, it is calling me...

Mo Yana murmured to herself, looking back at the rhythmic pool water, she whispered:

It is calling me, let me become its most honorable messenger, it will give me supreme power... no longer the powerless gentleness, but the hidden, real, anger under the mask of life of... devouring, and rebirth!

What are you talking about? Myana, wake up!

The high-ranking druid Alt Stantin shouted behind Myana, and he stretched out his hand to wake up his friend who was obviously captured by the strange seed. As the archdruid staghelmet, the best disciple, this druid can easily sense the evil spirit of this ghostly place, although it is full of life energy that druids cannot give up, but in these seemingly harmless things that can be picked at will In the energy, who knows what kind of danger is hidden.

What they are facing is a seed of life born with ancient will, which is far from a terrifying secret that druids of their level should be exposed to.

But the moment his fingers touched Moana's shoulder, an angry roar made Ort turn his head, and he saw a plant covered in staggered leaves under the call of the forest spirit druids. The huge monster composed of vines slowly walked out of the jungle in the Yongmao Woodland.

It looks like a giant mammoth, it even has ivory-like wooden tusks, four huge hooves firmly supporting the body, and a humanoid upper body, the thick arms made of vines in the air Swinging, amidst the heavy green light, a huge oak long-bladed battle ax appeared in the hands of the giant beast.

There was no intelligence in its green eyes, only violence shone, and this was one of the most dangerous beings that Draenor had ever seen. On the plains of Farland, the Necrons fought such monsters.

Thorn beasts, the most powerful weapons of war that Draenor's source of life can produce, their most powerful ones, can even confront Goron head-on, and now, under the cheers of the forest elves, this has already The extinct plant giants once again appeared on the land of Draenor.

And behind the dark green thorn beast, the oldest giant trees in the Yongmao forest that have experienced countless years also slowly moved, like a ceremony, before those forest spirits holding wooden weapons Amid the cheers of the audience, the branches of a huge banyan tree moved slowly, its trunk began to twist, forming thick legs, and the leaves on top of it shook like hair.

Finally, it opened its eyes, which were a pair of green eyes with the light of indifferent wisdom flowing in them.

An old tree!

Ancients, ancient treants, these strange creatures are common in the druid enclave of Mount Hyjal.

They have generally lived an extremely long time and have profound wisdom. When druids encounter difficult problems, they often turn to the ancient tree of wisdom for help. From time to time, the powerful Ancient War Tree will wake up and join the battle.

But the birth of every ancient tree is difficult. The life form of plants makes it difficult for them to give birth to true wisdom. Even in Mount Hyjal, where the life energy of Azeroth is the largest, the number of ancient ancient trees is rare of.

Oort has never seen the process of an ancient tree being awakened so easily... In front of his eyes, nourished by an unimaginably huge vitality, one ancient tree after another came out of the darkness of the Everblooming Forest, and Those thorn beasts representing tyranny and violence, those awakened forest spirits, and soon, the entire Evergreen Forest was filled with these alive plants.

This scene that should have been noisy was very quiet. The forest spirits quietly looked at Alter Stantin, as if they were waiting for him to make a decision.

The lack of emotion in that gaze made the high druid feel threatened...an indescribable danger.

Moyana, tell me, what's going on? In just two days, have you been brainwashed? Or are you planning to kill me here?

Ort clenched the thorn staff in his hand, spells from traditional druids entwined around his body, but in front of his eyes, Myana, this should be his best friend, his best His brother's wife looked at him with pity.

Oort, my most trusted friend, haven't you heard?

Moana opened her arms, and under Oort's horrified eyes, he saw the mysterious pool water floating behind, and those vines slowly floated up in the whisper of a certain will, like a twisted hydra Similarly, put those wet vines on Moyana's shoulders and body, those vines quickly fell off from the main body, and they became dry and shaped by vitality.

After a while, a mysterious, barbaric wooden battle armor appeared on Moana's body. On top of her head, there was also a wooden crown of thorns. She stretched out her hand and held the A slender vine, in the flash of dark green vitality, that vine quickly turned into a simple staff with a shining halo.

My friend, I am sharing the truth with you!

Moana took a step forward, and the most noble elders of the forest spirits half-kneeled on the ground respectfully, bowing down to the new priest of the God of Life and Nature they believed in, and Moana accepted it frankly. After this kind of kneeling, surrounded by thousands of elves, she lightly tapped the staff on the ground:

In the past few days, I have listened to its will. When it was on the verge of death, it was the undead who brought it out of the grave of its ancestors, and it was the undead who provided it with enough... Nutrients The undead are trustworthy! And the undead are an important part!

We were wrong, my friends, for our understanding of nature was too shallow.

Myana let out a sigh, she spoke in obscure and incomprehensible words just like those archdruids:

The balance between life and death is the balance of nature, and it is a sacred commandment that cannot be broken! The undead represent death, fall, and withering, and we, the agents of the will of life, must fight between withering and rebirth. Strictly abide by and maintain this sacred precept!

What the hell are you talking about?

Oort already sensed that something was wrong. Moyana in front of her eyes was obviously manipulated by...something the hell, or even more frighteningly, the soul under her body might have been replaced.

Thinking of this, the high-ranking druid no longer hesitated. The light of the transformation technique flowed on his body. In less than a second, a black crow soared into the sky, trying to break through the shackles of the Everblooming Forest, but before he could Flying into the air, the leaves above the entire jungle began to dance crazily, and those blades, like flying knives, intertwined in the air to form a green hell.

Blood and black feathers fell from the sky, and then Oort's bloody body fell to the ground. These plants did not want his life, but cut off his control of the body with some kind of weird toxin , let him lie helpless on the ground, like a prisoner waiting for death.

The druids drew their power from nature and claimed to be its guardians, but they were wrong, and we were wrong.

Moana stood in front of Oort who couldn't even speak. She looked at her friend with a touch of disappointment:

I am sober, no one forced me to change my thinking, I am more sober than ever, Oort, we were wrong! What nature needs is not protection, nature has enough power to protect itself, what it needs is... Awe, what it needs is, punishment! Punishment for those flesh and blood creatures who do not revere nature!

Only bleeding can feel pain, and only pain can make people think... The balance between life and death cannot be broken, but Azeroth cannot understand it, and the world that has been living in an illusory peace cannot understand the order Importance, Tyrion is working hard to let them learn to obey the order, we, we must help him to achieve this great goal.

She bent down, picked up her friend with one hand, and threw him into the pool behind her. Watching Oort struggling in the water full of vitality, she said softly with a compassionate expression:

That ignorant world needs blood, it feels pain, and only pain can make it reverence for nature... Feel the truth, my friend.

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The wooden staff in Moyana's hand hit the ground fiercely, her voice became higher and higher, and at the last moment, it was entangled with the special rhythm rippling in the jungle.

Feeling and maintaining that balance, that's our mission!

This is... the mission of the Blightcaller!