Azeroth’s Death Track

The Cenarion Council is an organization of druids. It has a long history and has existed since the time of the elf empire. Later, Cenarius, the god of the forest, taught the way of druids to the night elves, thus establishing the druid faction starting point.

There are also branches within the druids, and occasionally there will be disputes over the true meaning of the druid's way, but in most cases, this kind of debate will only stay on the oral level, as part of the natural way , the Druids do not promote struggle, and they are very harmonious with each other. In addition, 90% of the members of this organization are night elves who are not old or dead. This leads to this huge organization. It's going to be a little... sluggish.

This is natural and normal.

The immortal night elves are the real species of longevity. They will not suddenly age in a long time. As long as they have a reason, they will not die. Therefore, time is equivalent to losing meaning to them. When a race collectively loses What kind of changes will happen when the concept of time is changed?

Their pace of life will become very, very slow, they will spend all their energy on things of personal interest, their emotions will become lazy and peaceful, and the connection between individuals of the entire race will become weak , the centripetal force of civilization will be very loose. Based on common beliefs, the Kaldorei civilization society still maintains a certain vitality, but compared with the ephemeral species and their fellow high elves, these long-eared, purple-skinned forest elves Each of them can be called a big slob.

And druid is a very special profession. After reaching a certain level, they must use the connection between the world and the dream to enter the mysterious and huge Emerald Dream, and continue to understand the essence of the way of nature. The form, in the eyes of ordinary people, is almost the same as sleeping. Er, in fact, when druids communicate with the Emerald Dream, they are indeed sleeping.

Therefore, we can say with certainty that the Cenarion Council is a huge organization, and it is also a powerful, hidden organization, but in fact, it is also a loose organization, an organization that lacks cohesion.

In the past years, it is not that there are no druids who left the Cenarion Council, but those were low-level druids who were lured by other forces, such as Fandral Buckhelm. In the years, it happened only once... In the battle of Satyr 9000 years ago, in order to fight against the demons, the great druid Lalaire Fanghuo took the risk of absorbing the power of the wolf spirit Goldrin and became crazy After that, he was imprisoned by Malfurion in a demiplane of the Emerald Dream, which was equivalent to being forcibly expelled from the Cenarion Council.

But the staghelmet left on its own initiative... This is not the same as Fanghuo's situation. When this happened, all the archdruids including Malfurion didn't know how to deal with it , and the inaction of the upper echelon directly led to the news that Staghelmet had left the parliament, which spread throughout Mount Hyjal in less than a day.

When Malfurion was asleep, Fandral Staghelm, who was deeply trusted by him, had always been one of the controllers of the Cenarion Council. Therefore, this news, like a bolt from the blue, made the entire Mount Hyjal boil. , whether it was the druids or the night elf civilians, they all felt a storm was coming.

So... as the protagonist of the incident, he brazenly broke away from the Cenarion Council, and left Fandral Staghelmet on Mount Hyjal under the watchful eyes of everyone. Where did he go?

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Wow, wow

Moyana Staghelmet, escorted by two tall forest spirit druids, walked quickly through the Sleeping Ground, which was set up by the Blightcaller for novice apprentices in Drustvar's Emerald Dreamland In the study area, tables and chairs made of vines and animal dens overgrown with trees lined both sides of the road. As Myana was advancing, apprentices kept bowing down to pay homage to the Patriarch on both sides of the road.

Yes, under the guise of the harmless Senarion Council Senior Druid, Myana has another identity. She is the Patriarch of the Blightcaller Sect, blessed by the Seed of Life Druids.

It has been several years since the establishment of the Blightcaller Sect. This small sect has also changed from a hidden order composed of a few people to one of the most powerful forces on the island of Kul Tiras. It was after the archdruids of the Blightcaller purified the Emerald Dream on the island with the energy of the mature Seed of Life that the development of the Blightcaller was rapid.

Different from the conservative Cenarion Council, the Blightcaller druids treat all races equally, as long as they can feel the power of life, as long as they have enough respect for life and nature, they can be absorbed into the Blightcaller.

In the current Drustvar, in this dreamland full of vigorous life force, not only night elf druids can be seen, but also some local human druids, from Draenor A few arakkoa and tiger people druids, wolfwalker druids from Gilneas, even wild boar druids who have always been regarded as barbaric and ignorant creatures, and a few rare tauren druids.

But this kind of eclectic absorption made the increasingly large Blightcaller faction feel somewhat uneven.

This is normal, after all, this is a new organization full of vitality, it has not experienced much test, and there are some guys who just came here for strength.

The Great Patriarch! You are welcome.

On the road leading to the Tower of Life and Death, the core area of ​​the Emerald Dreamland in Drustvar, the Archdruid Harvest Wizard Austin among the Blightcaller is waiting for the arrival of the Patriarch. He bowed slightly to Myana and said softly:

Master Deerhelm is waiting for you. He is in the Tower of Life and Death right now, and he is discussing some issues with Archdruid Fanghuo...about the doctrine.

Um

Moana nodded. She entered here in the form of a dream. Her body is still resting in the territory of the Human Empire. She followed the Harvest Wizard all the way forward. She asked softly:

Why did father come here suddenly? Hasn't he always been unwilling to abandon his old-fashioned companions? He is also a veteran of the Cenarion Council anyway, and he still has a lot of affection for that decadent organization.

Hearing Myana's inquiry, Harvest Wizard shrugged his shoulders. He looked at the tall towers in front of him that were intertwined with vines, and at the forces of nature escaping around those towers. He said:

Malfurion rejected the mentor's request to unite humans and fight the Qiraji. That soft-eared guy broke the mentor's heart... This time, the staghelm mentor has probably already negotiated with the Cenarion Council. After a complete break, he will become an important force in the rise of the Blightcaller, or... he has brought us the future!

Well, I hope father has really made up his mind this time, and the matter of Vastann can no longer be dragged on.

Moyana unbuttoned her hood, and while her fingers were dancing, a simple thornwood cane appeared in her hand. The cane tapped twice on the ground, and the tower of life and death in front of her was surrounded by vines. Then it opened quietly, and before stepping into the tower, Moyana turned her head and said to Harvest Wizard:

Austin, go get ready...I will persuade my father to help us call out the spirit of the demigod. After that, the Blightcaller will soon appear on the world stage with a magnificent posture. This is the truth of life and death. In the future revealed, we must be perfect!

It will be as you wish.

The Harvest Wizard led the way. Behind him, Myana closed her eyes, meditated for a moment, and then stepped into the tall towers reorganized by vines stimulated by the seeds of life. The towers in Drustvar's closed Emerald Dreamland are filled with unimaginable vitality from the outside world. They have even formed star-like light spots, winding around the towers, looking truly beautiful and spectacular.

The core of life and death lies in the soul. The decay of the body is only a part of life and death. It is neither the beginning nor the end. It is just a process. In this process, the immortality of the soul means that the cycle continues, and the damage of the soul means that the cycle continues. Life and death have been separated, and the Blightcaller doesn't value the strength of the body. What we really care about is the fusion of the soul and nature... This is much better than the Cenarion Council's idea of ​​conforming to nature and respecting nature.

A hoarse voice sounded in the hall in front of Myana. It sounded like the voice of Master Lalelle Toothfire, a wolfwalker druid who was exiled 9000 years ago. Released in the Emerald Dream, after injecting a large dose of Moon Night Herb potion, he finally woke up from the berserk power of the wolf spirit. Now, Master Toothfire is one of the archdruids of the Blightcaller. He is best at, It is a werewolf transformation and a unique giant wolf form.

That is a special form that traditional druids cannot master.

Soul? Therefore, the origin of your new doctrine is that you should not blindly follow nature, but integrate your own soul with nature. When necessary, you will also take action to calm the ups and downs of nature, and even plan the nature. The way forward? But in doing so, wouldn't it be contrary to the foundations of nature's way?

The second voice sounded very familiar to Myana. It was the father of her and her husband Vastanen, Archdruid Fandral Staghelm. After hearing his father's questioning of Master Fangfire, Blightcaller The head pastor coughed lightly, then stepped into the hall leaning on a wooden staff. She looked at her father, who was a bit vicissitudes, and said seriously:

So, Master Staghelm, what is the basis of nature's way? Is it the coexistence advocated by the Cenarion Circle? Or is it the tenacity and stubbornness that pierce the earth like a seed? Is it the greed that weeds grow wantonly and eventually spread across the entire farmland? Or is it the withering of the autumn wind blowing the forest, and the fallen leaves drifting away from the tree trunks?

All of this is the way of nature... The Cenarion Council just added a comment to the way of nature according to their own understanding, but believe me, that is not correct, let alone the truth, not all things that exist in the world Life is reasonable, and not all dead lives should be eliminated. In the eyes of the Blightcaller, the definition of the way of nature is evolution, endless evolution, and the co-evolution of life and nature.

We, like wild bears, find strength in our beliefs.

We, like cheetahs, sense wildness from the hunt.

Like the raven, we learn freedom from the soul.

The ability of the Blightcaller does not come from the awe of nature and the boring repetition of the way of nature, but from a soul that never yields and never stops moving forward. We draw the power of self-evolution from nature, and then use This power defends the nature we love and punishes those who break the cycle of life and death...

Moana looked at her father, she said in a deep voice:

Like the Qiraji...the evil beings that shouldn't have appeared in this world from the very beginning!

Lu Helmet's expression became serious at this moment, he looked at his relatives, the woman who called him Father, his son's wife, his granddaughter's mother, he looked at Mo Ya in front of him with scrutiny Na, when he didn't notice, his relatives had gone too far in the other way of nature.

The wolfwalker Archdruid who had originally argued with Staghelmet on the doctrine had quietly left at some point, leaving the occasion to his relatives whom he had not seen for a long time. Under the silent gaze of Staghelmet, Myana whispered:

Father, I don't want to wait any longer...Valstein, his soul has been lost in the dark for too long, we have to find him back.

Save my husband, your son and Istria's father, save the most important relatives for both of us...and then use this rescue as a starting point to protect and balance the disputes in this world!

The Patriarch of the Blightcaller took a step forward. She looked at her father, at the staghelmet who had just broken with the Cenarion Council, and said:

I also don't want to miss my vengeance against the Rags, and I don't want to miss the first step of the Blightcaller to balance the world... The Cenarion Circle cannot take on the responsibility of truly communicating with this planet, we can only do it ourselves !

Would you like to be with me? Father... Come with me to save Vastanen. I know that you suffer as much as I do. No, you suffer more than me. Your love for Vastainn is no less than mine. , you don’t hate him less than I do, join the Blightcaller, father, believe me, this place is more suitable for you than the Cenarion Circle.”

Think it's for Vastann!

Under Moyana's gaze, Lu Helmet took a deep breath, raised his head, a trace of pain flashed across his face full of vicissitudes, he stretched out his hand with some difficulty, and took the handover from Moyana. The thorn wooden cane, and then let the weird and majestic life force pour into his body. At the moment when he was surrounded by the green light curtain, he closed his eyes and said softly:

It's for Valstein! It's for my son...

Not for the damn world.