Azeroth’s Death Track

So, you already knew that that strange seed can affect people's hearts? Poor Myana, I actually like her quite a lot, especially her love affair with Vastanen, which is really fascinating.

Alleria asked in a low voice beside Tyrion. At this time, the two were standing on the edge of the platform of the Dark Temple, watching the whole green torrent spreading forward on the land of Gorgrond. And at the forefront of this road is an incomparably huge thorn beast, which is the most powerful among the first batch of thorn beasts born, and now, its own new master is named Londe.

The great patriarch of the Blightcaller Druids, Myana Staghelmet, is sitting behind the bramble beast. She is resting with her eyes closed, and a wooden pendant hangs on her chest, in which is a piece of the seed. A small piece of root system, in the faction of the newly born druids of the Blightcaller, this thing is a real sacred object.

Yes I know.

Tyrion looked at the army of forest elves walking forward like an army on the ground, and he said softly:

Khadgar gave me a 78-page research report. He proved in every way that the seed has a will of its own. Although it is still very... very difficult to communicate, there is no doubt that It thinks that its own recovery represents the continuation of its mission, and the reappearance of the Lin Jing means that it has bred enough power to continue its mission, and I... When the lords were dormant, it took me a long time to find out I relayed my thoughts to it.

The Dark Blade King smiled, and he put his arms around his wife's waist:

I freeze myself not just to sleep, my Alleria, only in that case can my communication with that seed not be disturbed, it is a very stubborn guy, but how to say... It may not be so difficult to persuade a stubborn child.

Balance between life and death?

Alleria covered her mouth and chuckled:

This is a near-perfect statement, let alone a seed with not enough brains, I almost believe it.

Um?

Tyrion frowned:

You think I'm lying to it? No, Alleria, I didn't lie to it, just like I didn't lie to you. The balance between life and death is just one of the things we have to do in the future...

You have to understand, mistress, whether it is a living person or a dead person, in fact, a belief is needed.

The Dark Blade King seemed unwilling to say too much on this issue. The moment his will enveloped the entire Dark Temple, the palace began to slowly fly forward. The moment the green rune energy rose, Its speed is increasing, and at the end of its flight, the wide door of darkness has never been closed after being opened this time.

In today's southern border of the mainland, with the fall of Stormwind City, it is difficult to find a force that can threaten the Dark Portal under heavy protection.

I'm going back to Mount Hyjal.

On the platform of the Portal of Darkness, Moyana, who was wearing simple wooden battle armor, looked at the King of the Dark Blade who was fully armed and riding on the back of the Death Raven, and said:

I want to spread the true will of nature among the druid community. If the Blightcaller wants to grow stronger, it needs to constantly inject new power. I also want to show this new belief to my father. I Trust me, he'll be interested.

But wouldn't that be dangerous, Lady Myana.

Tyrion jumped off the raven, he looked at the druid patriarch in front of him, and he reminded:

The Cenarion Council is a conservative organization. In comparison, the beliefs of the Blightcaller seem somewhat radical to them. Please understand my concerns, Ms. Myana. After you join our righteous cause, I have to Take care of your allies.

It's just that the understanding of the way of nature is different. I am very clear about the ideas of those old antiques. They will not take the initiative to raise the butcher's knife until the most difficult moment. Just like the teachings they believe in, the principles of their life are also the same. hypocrisy.

The submissive forest spirit druids handed over a black hood to their patriarch, and she put it on her body. The lower edge of the hood was pulled down very low, and only Myana's pair of eyes could be seen. With eyes blazing with fire representing the forces of nature, she whispered:

Doctrinal disputes are nothing more than doctrinal disputes. Any organization has doctrinal disputes. You don't need to worry about me, Your Majesty Tyrion. It's just that regarding the matter of Vastann, under the will of understanding nature, I have expressed my loyalty. I I hope you don't have... worries.

I am a dead man, and the last thing a dead man needs is loyalty.

Tyrion said in his hollow voice:

Just like my lords, I never use coercive means to make them obey me, but cooperate, or... accompany each other.

The balance between life and death, undead is an important part, and the existence of the Blightcaller is as important as us. My people and I will fulfill the dogma of death, just like you and your followers, will maintain The creed of life is general, listen to me.

The light in the ice-blue eyes of the Dark Blade King jumped for a moment:

The Blightcaller needs a Holy See in Azeroth. Personally, I think Stranglethorn Vale is very suitable. Of course, this is just a friendly suggestion.

Stranglethorn?

Moana thought for a moment, seeing that Tyrion had led the death knights through the Dark Portal, and she didn't stay any longer. Skinny vines grew under Moana's feet, like layers of wooden stairs. , carrying the Patriarch to sit behind Jing Beast Longde again, and just before passing through the Dark Gate, she called her friend.

Oort, I want to return to Mount Hyjal, so that more compatriots can see the true meaning of nature, and while I'm away, you will be responsible for the initial development of the Blightcaller in Azeroth.

The high-ranking druid Alt Stantin no longer wore his own animal skin robe, but replaced it with the same wooden armor as Moyana, wearing a dark hood, and the cold expression on his face had also changed. No, now, the tall male druid had a gentle smile on his face, as if he had changed into a different person again.

Facing the orders of the Patriarch, he leaned slightly:

I will do my best to convey the true meaning of nature to more lives during your absence.

Our first foothold is in Stranglethorn Valley. There is a lush jungle, which is very suitable for our teachings, but there are many trolls living there. I heard that those trolls do not respect the way of nature, Oort , have you traveled the world, do you know anything about them?

Myana's question made Ort frowned. The tall night elf druid shook his head and said with a trace of disgust:

No, only a small part of the existing trolls still barely follow the civilization inherited from ancient times, and the trolls in Stranglethorn Valley have long lost traces of civilization, and they have degenerated into a group of barbarians... living a life of ruthlessness and blood drinking. Days, it is said that in the depths of Stranglethorn Vale, the trolls of Gurubashi, the ancient capital of trolls, believe in the evil demigod of blood.

Well...then you should teach them!

The night elf frowned beautifully, and she said to her friend:

Tell me, Oort, my friend, what will you do if they do not believe in the way of nature, and are unwilling to respect the sacred balance of life and death?

The Druid, who still had a gentle smile on his face, spread his hands and said softly:

If the preaching of words does not work, then I will let them confess in pain, atone in blood, and the wrath of nature will fall on their heads, but not for destruction, but for chastening... to guide those savages Creatures, return to the right civilization, may nature forgive their sins and souls.

Very good, high-ranking druid Alt Stantin, I am very pleased with your understanding of the teachings of the Blightcaller.

Moana nodded, and she drove the huge thorn beast to the door of darkness in front of her, she said:

I can rest assured that everything will be handed over to you.

I have also heard the roar of nature. I have understood the true meaning of balance. Violence is not necessary, but in many cases, it is more effective than preaching.

Oort stood where he was, and he yelled to Myana:

Also, my friend, my Patriarch, please call me Harvest Wizard Ort, I prefer this new name.

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The return of Myana caused the entire druid lair in Mount Hyjal to boil. Of course, it was more because of the huge thorn beasts and the unique forest spirits that accompanied her back to Mount Hyjal.

These two kinds of plant life have never had similar samples in Azeroth, and for the druids who deal with plants and animals almost all the time, this strange life form attracted almost immediately A lot of curious people.

But Myana did not publicize the new teachings of the Blightcaller in public. Although she has heard the will of the seeds, it does not mean that she has become a fanatic who is dazzled by faith. , She has a complete set of plans. Of course, the most important thing to do before spreading the teachings is to talk to her father first.

If it can get the support of Fandral Staghelm, the teachings of the Blightcaller will inevitably spread in the Cenarion Council at an extremely fast speed.

Quack.

The news spread quickly, and Ansu, the god of crows who likes to watch the excitement, finally ran over. When Ansu, who had shrunk his body, saw the thorn beast and forest spirit that were amazed by the druids, the same The wilderness demigod from Draenor, but a trace of hatred and panic flashed in the dark eyes.

It rushed back to its crow's nest on the top of Nordrassil at an extremely fast speed, summoned Hisaly the Black Crow, its most trusted benefactor, and said to Miss Black Crow with a serious face:

No matter how other druids deal with those plant monsters, I heard you, little girl Hisaly, I don't allow you and the druids who believe in me to touch them, understand? Thorn beasts and forest spirits are Very dangerous creatures, they almost destroyed the entire Draenor more than 1,000 years ago and earlier times! They and the mild plants you know are basically two species!

But the elf who came back with Lady Myana was fun.

Black Crow looked at her demigod suspiciously, and she whispered:

He is made of living plants all over his body, he can speak Elvish, he said his name is Groot, and he can use druid spells, many arch druids have visited him, they said This is a creature worth studying, a very strange life form.

Fun? Hehe.

Ansu flapped his wings and let out a sneer:

You don't think it's fun until he eats a living person in front of you. Forest spirits are omnivorous plants. Believe me, I have seen with my own eyes how dangerous they are, especially when the number of forest spirits reaches a settlement level. Sometimes, they will summon some distorted carnivorous flowers, and those brainless thorn beasts... In short, don't deal with them! Do you understand?

Seeing that Ansu's voice turned cold, Hisaly felt the seriousness of the problem, and she said worriedly:

Then do you need me to remind the archdruids, you'd better come with me, they will listen to what you say.

No!

Ansu refused straight away. Looking at his loved one, he cautiously reminded:

Draenor has been controlled by the undead, how did that druid named Myana come back from there alive? Think about it, stupid girl, there is something strange behind this matter, I will investigate it, But until I find out the clues, you are not allowed to tell others about these things! Do you understand?

At Ansu's request, the black crow reluctantly promised it that it would not talk about the secrets of the elves, and after tricking away the doubting young druid, Ansu stood by his nest , Looking at another continent in the distance, or even another world.

In its beautiful black agate-like eyes, a trace of undisguised worry flashed:

Tyrion...what the hell are you trying to do?

At the same time, in the den of the Arch Druid Staghelmet, after listening to his daughter-in-law's story, the expression of the Arch Druid Staghelmet who was playing with his granddaughter became very ugly. He waved his hand and let everyone A druid took his precious little granddaughter away, and then he said to Myana:

I will not allow you to spread your teachings in the Cenarion Circle! And your Blightcaller, this is a threat, you must secretly dispose of all your followers before other archdruids know! Immediately !

Why? Father!

Moyana's face was full of surprise. She held the seed root in her hands and handed it to the deer helmet. She asked in disbelief:

Can't you feel its power? It doesn't conflict with the natural power used by orthodox druids!

No, Myana, I can feel it.

Staghelmet sat on a stone chair with his head lowered, allowing the shadow of the dancing candle to cover his face. From the expression of Staghelmet, Moyana felt a clue. After a while, the archdruid felt a little tired said:

I can feel the power contained in those roots in your hand more clearly than you, but this is not the crux of the problem. Listen to me, it is not the first time that the Blightcaller's teachings on the balance between life and death have appeared in The last person on the Cenarion Circle who came up with teachings very similar to yours, and did so, is...dead!

And, he died a terrible death.