Azeroth’s Death Track

Staghelm to Drustvar?

In the underground secret room of the Stormwind City Conference Hall, Tyrion, who was fully armed, sorted out the various medicines he carried with him, and asked without looking back. Facing his question, Val'kyr standing behind him Agatha nodded:

To be precise, they entered Drustvar in the form of a dream through the Emerald Dream. The Druids of the Blightcaller shared some nodes of the Emerald Dream with us so that we can monitor the emerald dream hidden in them. According to the comparison of the portrait you gave me, I can be sure that the strange entrant a few hours ago should be Fandral Staghelmet.

very good!

Tyrion nodded, and he took out a red wand with a golden star carving on the top from the wooden box in front of him, and put it in front of his eyes to examine it repeatedly.

This was sent by the blood lord of Syndra earlier today. It is an agreed object between Mordant Yongying and Tyrion. This thing is said to be one of the treasures of Queen Azshara. The high-level elves had mixed some special materials into it, which was made by the arcane artisans of the high-level elves with the best memory years ago, to ensure that the wand could achieve energy conversion.

The great lord held a wand, like those apprentice mages of Quel'Thalas in his memory, and swung the red wand outward. The moment the death energy seeped into it, a burst of blue starlight magic flew from the top of the wand Stepping out, he smashed the flower basket held in the hands of the sculpture in front of him to the ground.

This accuracy...

Tyrion looked at the petals flying in the darkness in front of him speechlessly. He originally aimed at the sculpture's head...

The great lord shook his head while putting the magic wand in his belt. He definitely wouldn't need this thing. This thing was prepared for the little ghost Yuna. Although it might not be the star wand that Yuna lost in Argus back then, but Anyway... thanks to the efforts of the high-level elf craftsmen, it can indeed emit arcane stars, can't it?

After the time reached a certain point, a dark crack that suddenly opened in the space appeared in front of the great lord. This thing is like an out-and-out passage to hell, with a strange blue halo shining in the crack , like a burning blue flame, but without the slightest temperature, the wind from another world flows along the passage, and the whole secret room that it blows has a strange low sound, that is the wind from the realm of death ...

From the other side of the passage, there are crisp laughter from time to time, but in this case, it seems to be more permeating. The crisp laughter keeps ringing, as if calling Tyrion to go to another world.

The little ghost Yuna is already waiting for him on the other side of the passage. After getting the teddy bear Nur, Yuna can temporarily open the passage leading to the present world anywhere in the realm of the dead. The two made an appointment, and they We will continue to explore in depth from the geographical node recorded last time until we find a suitable place to establish a forward base on the wasteland of the Realm of Death.

Just before stepping into the realm of death for the 49th time, Tyrion turned his head and said to Val'kyr:

Continue to monitor Drustvar's Emerald Dream, focusing on Staghelmet and Myana, but don't get too deep into the Blightcaller system, just keep it neutral... I need this organization to be neutral, understand ?

learn!

Agatha made an OK gesture, which he learned from Tyrion, and before the high lord stepped into the passage, Agatha asked again:

Qiraji... Those monsters are preparing to attack the human empire. According to the news we have learned, this should have something to do with the Fifth Ancient God. Do we need to intervene?

I've already been involved, Agatha.

Tyrion stepped into the crack in the Realm of Death without looking back, and his last words came to Agatha's ears as the crack closed:

It's just that you don't know it... Let the human boys suffer, I heard that after repelling me once together, they seem to be quite arrogant recently...

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Razor Heights, this is a valley located at the southernmost tip of the Barrens, where it meets the cliffs of Thousand Needles.

The reason why it is called the Razor is because the back of the valley seems to be cut off by a razor, and further forward, there is a drop of hundreds of meters, across the Grand Canyon in the middle of the mainland, and Razor Heights also has a peculiar The scenery is that the top of the mountain range is covered with a huge amount of black thorny vines, like a special vegetation covering the earth. This layer of tough vines is like a shield, protecting the last fortress of the wild boar.

And even for the orcs who currently control most of the barren land, Razor Heights and the Razor Swamp on the other side are dangerous places, because this is the base camp of the wild boar, and the underground tunnels in this valley and the valley Among them, there are nearly 600,000 wild boars living. From the perspective of group strength, the wild boars should be the most powerful force in the barren land besides the orcs.

Even the savage centaurs did not dare to challenge these violent wild boars head-on when they were at their strongest.

But the wild boars are not barbarians. In other words, this peculiar civilization is a gray area between civilization and barbarians. They have a complete social system, but their own civilization is very weak, and they can barely maintain civilization. Inheritance, but many advantages of its own civilization have dissipated in the long-term honing. In other words, this is a civilization that is constantly retreating. Maybe in a few decades, the wild boar will be reduced to the same barbarian status as the centaur .

However, the problem of the wild boar's civilization is not unsolvable.

Wildboar, this used to be a noble race.

Fandral Staghelmet, who had changed into a robe, was walking in the cave full of thorns, surrounded by all the archdruids dispatched by the Blightcaller, and led by several wild boar druids. From time to time, his eyes would fall on the murals full of primitive styles on both sides of the cave.

This is the base camp of the Wild Boar. Although the name contains the word Wild Boar, the Wild Boar is not as dirty as the wild boar's living habits. The brazier, those dancing flames baked the cave very dry, and the wild boars also opened a cave for storing garbage, so that there is not much smell in this huge underground cave.

Along the way, the learned archdruids were also telling stories about the civilization of the wild boar.

I still remember that in our era, more than 9,000 years ago, the War of the Ancients had just ended. The demigod believed by the wild boars, the mighty Agamaggan, died in the battle against the demons. His death caused the entire civilization to The world feels sad, and the wild boar lost their god, which caused a devastating blow to their civilization.

The great werewolf druid Lalaire Yahuo stroked the wall at hand full of nostalgia, and he said softly:

But at that time, the wild boars still maintained the civilization of the clan. They had their own words and songs. Their warriors were noble and powerful. Their bodies flowed with the blood of the holy Agamaggan. When the tree Nordrassil was planted, the wild boars even sent representatives to participate in the grand event.

But now, look at them!

Yahuo turned his head to look at the wild boars in the depths of the cave. They had ugly braids on their pig-shaped heads, and their eyes were full of bewilderment and ignorance. They also wear rough leather armor and robes, and use stone weapons. The songs and words that were passed down by word of mouth in the early years have also become ancestral knowledge that they cannot recognize.

The quilboar's civilization has collapsed, and they are about to become wildlings...Why? Fandral, tell me, what have the Kaldorei been doing in the 9,000 years since we left?

Lalielle Fanghuo finally asked the question that had been buried in his heart for several years. He looked at Fandral Staghelmet seriously, and he questioned:

It's not just the wild boars. I have communicated with some sea merchants in Kul Tiras. They told me that in the distant Northrend, our former holy allies, those bear people who believed in the Ursoc brothers, also It has fallen back to the tribal age... They are only slightly better than the wild boar civilization, why? Those wild demigods fought and died for our world. After the great one left, did the night elves let the former Is the ally down and out?

Has the Kaldorei forgotten the contribution made by the wilderness demigods to the War of the Ancients? Can't we even protect the families left by the demigods?

Facing Yahuo's questioning, Lu Helmet let out a long sigh:

My brother, too many things have happened in these 9000 years, and our compatriots have made wrong decisions. You have to understand that immortality is sometimes not a blessing. After losing the awe of time, many People no longer pay attention to the changes in the world, their former allies, and everything in the past... Faith unites us, but it also constrains our steps.

For 9000 years, you have been living in the holy mountain... unimaginable.

Human Archdruid Whistle Whisperer Alfa, a Kul Tiran human with a bone mask who has lived thousands of years ago, said calmly:

The civilization of the night elves really lacks the spirit of exploration and the sense of responsibility as the oldest civilization. You have lived on this continent for 10,000 years, but you have not affected the historical changes of this continent, and you have never even shown a trace of meddling. ..The form of your civilization is really unimaginable, it's almost like...

A pool of stagnant water, isn't it?

The great patriarch of the Blightcaller, Moyana, chuckled lightly. She took Orfa's lead and said in a low voice:

I've never thought about Kaldorei's civilization in this way before, but now that I think about it, my compatriots in the holy mountain of Hyjal really live a life of nothingness, and what's more frightening is that even they themselves have gotten used to it. This backwater life...a waste of time, a waste of life, even though it meant nothing to them.

Have you ever thought about changing?

Orfa turned his head. Under the bone mask, the human archdruid looked at the four night elves around him with his eyes. Facing his question, Austin, the Harvest Wizard, uttered a series of ridicule or self-deprecation. laughter, he said:

Your Excellency Jing Whisperer, if one day you received the gift of immortality, would you choose to refuse it? Immortality is like a beautiful lie, poisonous, blindfolding everyone's eyes and hearts, and making people bury their heads in the gift of immortality. The water in the pool drank and drank... and the trees themselves don't feel the fall of late autumn, they only start to shiver when all the leaves have fallen to the ground...

After finishing speaking, the night elf lowered his head and muttered to himself:

But the winter snow will bury everything, and then in the silent spring, a new landscape will appear... Change will come, but not now...

Here we are!

Moyana's call made everyone focus on the cave in front of them. This is the deepest part of the deep cave at the bottom of Razor Heights. It is also the place where the wild boar civilization is unwilling to give up even at the last moment of withering. The Holy Land... This is where Agamaggan, the mighty demigod of the wild boar, fell.

In the battle of the ancients 10,000 years ago, the demigod of the wilderness covered with thorns, boundless strength and full of fighting spirit died here with the demon army commanded by the powerful arch-devil Maronus the Destroyer. Fighting, after killing countless demons, the mighty Agamaggan finally died of exhaustion.

Legend has it that after its death, the blood of the wild boar demigod spilled all over the land, which made the highlands barren, and the thorny armor it wore was finally scattered, and then formed the black thorny vines that wrapped Razor Heights, which is the holy place of the wild boar.. .The lost of these civilizations have never given up on the act of resurrecting their own gods, but their weakening strength cannot support such a great cause.

After the first quilboar druid joined the Blightcaller, we learned from him about the quilboar's evil attempt to resurrect Agamaggan.

Moyana looked at the closed cave in front of her, she said softly:

We sent people to stop the adventures of the wild boars. Their methods were too primitive, and it was impossible to awaken Agamaggan's soul from the Emerald Dream, and they also lacked enough life energy in their hands to revive the demigods. Shaping the bodies of this world...Even if they lost everything, they still did not give up the mission of saving their own savior.

It's a pity that only the Emerald Dream of the night elves possesses these two necessary conditions at the same time, but even after ten thousand years have passed, the elves have never thought of resurrecting the demigods who died fighting for the world, but let them The souls of my time wasted away in the Emerald Dream.

That was a stupid mistake!

Fandral Staghelmet, who has become one of the Archdruids of the Blightcaller, took a step forward. He looked at the stone cave that sealed Agamaggan's remnant body in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

And now, this mistake should be made up... The Seed of Life has enough life energy to reshape the body of a demigod, and I will set up a magic circle here to awaken the soul of Agamaggan... But everyone, I need you the power of.

Agamaggan is just the beginning...Since the Cenarion Council is unwilling to fulfill its mission, let us come... Let the demigods return to this world, let those respectable and great souls , and return to the holy war that maintains the cycle of life and death in the world!

Thousands of years later, we will not lose again in the quicksand war that has reopened!

Because this time, the wild gods will walk with the Blightcaller!