Azeroth’s Death Track

Some young druid always asks an odd question.

Archdruid Staghelmet sat on his stone chair in his bright den and said to his daughter-in-law:

They will say, why can the Kaldorei feel the greatness of nature and give birth to the sacred profession of Druid, then why can't other races feel the greatness of nature? For example, the humans that thrive on another continent... But is there really no Druid born in humans?

Deer Helmet shook his head:

Humans have had Druids, and they once grew stronger, but their relationship with the Cenarion Council is very complicated. In many cases, they do not recognize themselves as members of the Cenarion Council, but this is also natural , because when they were nearly destroyed, we did not lend a helping hand.

Why don't I know?

Moana asked:

When did that happen?

Listen to me slowly, Myana, you are walking a dangerous path that has been proven wrong.

The archdruid poured himself a glass of fruit wine, he took a sip, and fell into memories:

The druid inheritance of the night elves originated from Cenarius, the king of the forest. You know his story very well. He is one of the demigods of the wilderness, the demigod who is most willing to deal with living creatures, but the civilization inspired by the great Cenarius Not just the night elves, during a journey thousands of years ago, on an island in the eastern continent, he also enlightened some special humans... They seem to be in a kind of biological degradation, they It was very confusing, and even a war broke out because of it.”

The king of the forest couldn't bear to see the loss of life, so he passed on the natural magic of the druids to them, and then continued his journey, and those humans did not disappoint the king of the forest, probably because the environment in which we live is different. , Those human druids have different customs from ours. They call themselves Drust, decorate themselves with trees and dead bones, and once devoted themselves to maintaining the balance of the island they live in...the balance of life and death.

Lu Helmet glanced at his daughter-in-law, and he emphasized his tone:

But those drusts went astray in the end. They were able to enter the sacred Emerald Dream, and even built an imaginary resting place for the lost souls on the edge of the sacred world, but because Indulging in the study of the soul, coupled with the traction of some dark forces that we cannot understand, in short, the leader of the Drust, the outstanding human archdruid Gorak Tul, finally used the power of nature on on the massacre of fellow man.

He longed for more souls, to reveal the secrets he wanted he couldn't understand, war, a war between humans and human druids finally broke out on that island, and there was also a split within Drust, some The human Druids who called themselves the Thorn Whisperers were eager to return to their belief in nature. Coupled with the fact that humans had developed a method against the dark power of Drust at that time, those human Druids who had gone astray eventually failed because of this. Disappear.

The archdruid drank the fruit wine in his hand in one gulp, and looked at his daughter-in-law worriedly:

Myana, I don't know where you found these plants with strange vitality, but listen to me, I don't prohibit you from continuing to study these creatures, but the teaching about the balance between life and death cannot appear again , otherwise you will be regarded as the source of turmoil by other archdruids who know about the Drust disaster...History has proved that this kind of teaching you insist will not work! Any field involving the soul is not mine Waiting for mortals to intervene.

That's because those human druids are just imagining!

Moana waved the seed tentacles in her hand, she retorted:

But I am different! I have heard its will, I have seen it, father, listen to me, that is what I have seen, of the other side of nature and life! That is the power of anger, that is. ..”

enough!

The deer helmet interrupted Moyana's explanation arbitrarily, he looked at his relatives seriously, and said in a deep voice:

You have indulged too much in deviant teachings, and it was a mistake to send you out this time! Necrons are not to be trusted, they have tampered with your thinking, they...

No! Father, calm down.

After hearing Deer Helmet's accusation, Moyana seemed to have really calmed down. She put the seed tentacles in her hand, took a deep breath, and said to Deer Helmet:

Father, doctrinal disputes aside, I went to Draenor this time, and I saw, I saw the future we have been longing for, and I saw the perfect resurrection of the undead, except for the difference between life and death, she Almost exactly the same as the living, with a complete soul, complete emotions, complete memory, complete freedom...the undead really have a way to help Vastan, as long as we can get his soul back! I saw it with my own eyes , Father! You know how much I love Varstein, as much as you love him.

Um?

Lu Helmet's eyes erupted with brilliance, he couldn't help clenching his fists, and asked again:

Really? Myana, did you really see it with your own eyes?

White Claw!

Moana said confidently:

White Claw and his wife Anaya, who died ten thousand years ago, will return to Darkshore soon, you can go and confirm for yourself.

good!

Deer Helmet turned around in the animal den excitedly. After a while, he turned his head to look to the south, and said softly:

So it seems... I'm going to find a chance to go to Silithus again. This time, I will definitely bring my son back!

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Nature is crying...

In the jungle in the south of Stranglethorn Vale, Harvest Wizard Oort stroked the stumps under his feet with an ugly expression. In front of his eyes, the felled trees were almost connected together, which made the originally lush forest look like a bald man's hair The same, a piece was ruthlessly plucked off, making it look very ugly.

Oort looked at these stakes, and he seemed to hear the screams of these trees when they were cut down. He heard the sound of steel axes breaking into the trees. That helpless sob of destruction.

And under the hillside in front of his eyes, a new troll village is slowly forming. The blood ring orcs who originally hid in Stranglethorn Vale and the trolls here to compete for the control of Stranglethorn Vale have migrated to Kalimdor. , The power gap left by them was quickly filled by trolls and goblins who have been trying to occupy the entire Stranglethorn Vale.

Fights will break out between the two sides from time to time, so whether it is trolls or goblins from venture capital companies, they are frantically preparing for battle, and wood...wood is a very important strategic material, whether it is trolls holding sharp axes and saws, or The goblins driving the logging machines have been cutting down all the available trees frantically recently.

In fact, when it comes to logging, the trolls who live here in a tribal system can barely be regarded as restraint. They know that if all the trees are cut down, it will be difficult for the trolls to use the jungle to hide themselves, but the goblins of the venture capital company It’s just a look of indifference. More than a year ago, a catastrophe broke out in Booty Bay. In that disaster, venture capital companies were squeezed out of the bay. These goblins who only have money in their eyes can’t dream Want to return to Stranglethorn Valley.

Because there are a lot of crude oil resources buried here, and now, after the orcs evacuated, the goblins of venture capital companies who were eager to see through seized the opportunity and established their own mining sites and logging farms in the south of Stranglethorn Vale, making almost every day. Soft to the touch.

And because drilling machines and equipment for extracting crude oil are running day and night, noisy sounds and black smoke also rise into the air, making Stranglethorn Valley, which used to have a barbaric beauty, become like a ghost.

The two hostile parties don't know that a third party, who is arrogant, powerful and has unique beliefs, has quietly joined the chaos in Stranglethorn Vale.

The air is filled with a disgusting stench! Outrageous, greedy beings who put their own self-interest above the balance of nature are disgusting! Ugly!

The flames in Oort's eyes burned more and more intensely. He raised the thorn staff in his hand, and the forest spirit druids who followed him slowly walked out of the dense forest, their eyes seemed to be burning with anger Obviously, the deforestation of the trolls and goblins has angered these most primitive and stubborn nature walkers.

I can't feel peace in this forest! Brothers, I can't feel the beauty of nature!

The Harvest Wizard roared and tore off the gray cloak on himself. Amidst his roar, the elves placed the sacred objects they carried with them on the felled stakes at their feet, and behind them, the A whole piece of lush forest swayed crazily.

The goblins and trolls will pay for their devastation! Their blood will be shed, their sins will be atoned! Now!

The leader of the Blightcaller let out a roar of war, and the elves behind him became even more crazy. They came to a new world, and the life energy contained in this new world was more than ten times stronger than that of Draenor. The forest elves were very excited, but now, these simple plant life has also seen with their own eyes that this world is not peaceful, and the creatures in this world, like the former magic blood orcs, do not know how to respect nature.

Once, they lost the battle to protect their forest against the savage orcs, but now, with new powers, the elves will not suffer humiliating defeat again!

Summon thorn beasts and piranhas!

The aura of a larger transfiguration shrouded the Harvest Wizard. After he completed the transformation of the leopard form, what appeared in front of everyone was not just the lifelike black nightsaber, but also the ferocious beast. Wearing thick wooden armor, carved with a coat of arms representing the power of nature.

This is a powerful force endowed by thicker and more savage nature. On his sharp claws, there are sharp and sturdy wooden claw covers like steel, and on the face of the cheetah, there is a hideous bone mask. , the blood-red eyes shone under the mask, making the beast look like it came from hell.

We are the embodiment of wild nature!

The era when there will be no price for destruction has passed, and the anger and unwillingness to cry out in pain will be carried out by us! Double the repayment!

hum

The bone cheetah in battle armor jumped forward, like a ghost, it hid in the shadows under the sun, and his voice sounded in the ears of the elves:

Destroy the villages of the trolls, burn the factories of the goblins, drive them away! Flog them! Kill them at last! Revenge for the destruction of nature...!

revenge!

The forest elves haven't learned the complicated common language of Azeroth yet, but the word revenge shouted hoarsely by the Harvest Wizard has been engraved in their hearts. Soon, the first batch of armed forest elves druids changed The plant beasts rushed into the front troll village savagely, and it took them only 10 minutes to completely destroy the village.

It was like a dark green turbid current that submerged everything. Wherever they went, the bodies of those slaughtered trolls were pierced by wildly growing vines, and the blood was sucked clean, turning the color of the land into An unknown dark red.

But the experience of the goblins was even worse. Before the venture capital company could react, three savage thorn beasts brandished huge wooden weapons and rushed into the goblin's crude oil factory like a siege chariot. The VC thugs were initially stunned, but unwilling to surrender, they ignited the precious oil and used the fire to form a barrier.

During the burning of the oil, even uglier black smoke rose in the forest. This scene enraged the elves even more. Looking at all the forests around the factory, looking at the giant black trees that had grown legs and walked on the ground, roaring, the last resistance of the goblins was also crushed.

Surrender! We surrender! Don't kill us!

The foreman of the venture capital company wore a gas mask and waved a white flag in the smoke with difficulty. He led a dozen dejected goblins out of the surrounding of the activated trees, and threw his weapon at the feet of the forest goblins. This move seemed to be understood by the forest elves. For a while, the trees and the thorn beasts that were ignited by the explosion stopped attacking.

The goblin's foreman took off his gas mask, and looked at the tall elder forest spirit in a dark green robe with a hint of flattery. In an instant, the sharp wooden spear in Elder Lin Jing's hand stabbed fiercely, piercing the heart of the goblin in front of him, and then arrogantly lifted his body high.

It was like waving a big banner of flesh and blood. Amid the goblin's blood and dying howls, the indistinct cry of the Elder Lin Jing resounded in a field of fire, and one could vaguely hear the terrifying Words of hatred and bleak killing intent:

revenge!