Azeroth’s Death Track

biu!

Yuna, who was sitting on Tyrion's shoulder, hugged her little bear and waved her other hand. The red wand in her hand drew a perfect arc in the air, and the blue arcane starlight flew out from the top of the wand. It precisely hit the head of a dementor probing its head in the dark, startling the latter, and the monster covered in black oil-like mucus turned around and rushed into the deep darkness.

In Tyrion's eyes, the dark mist in front of him rippled away, like a pebble thrown into a pond.

It's strange...they are not afraid of the sword in my hand, even if I can cut off their heads.

The great lord stuck the apocalypse magic sword wrapped in black flames on the ground, and turned to look at the proud little ghost:

But they are afraid of wands that can't hurt them at all. To be precise, they are afraid of you. Why?

Because Yuna is amazing!

The little ghost grabbed Tyrion's helmet and swung the wand triumphantly:

Because Yuna's wand can shoot stars, bad guys hate stars!

Is it really that simple?

Tyrion shook his head. He didn't believe Yuna's childish statement. This little ghost is special in this unowned wilderness. There is no doubt that the two have explored this wilderness together as many as 49 times. , the great lord has hardly done anything else in the past few months, and has been spending his energy on exploring the realm of death. So far, the assimilation process between him and the realm of death has been completed.

The death energy as huge as the endless sea, the body and brute force strengthened by the blood of the dragon king, and even the blood-sucking power unique to the talent of Salaine, all of these belong to the original power of the Lord of the Dark Blade, and they are all in this world. Being stripped away, he is like an ordinary high elf in this place. Waving the apocalypse for a long time will cause back pain. What's more, the time he can stay in this place is limited.

Just like Anhelder, the leader of the Valkyries, explained...powers belonging to this world cannot be used in the Realm of the Dead, because this is another world with completely different rules from this world.

But... Tyrion still has another power in his body.

The soul, the powerful and unyielding soul, has taken another form in this world-the black soul flame, the pure power of the soul is easier to manipulate in this world, and it is full of power, which makes the body weakened in an all-round way. When the lord explores the realm of the dead, he will not be rubbed on the ground by those dementors everywhere.

In fact, in these recent adventures, after adapting to the new rules, he has been able to confront those ubiquitous dark creatures head-on. It is still the same old way, with a wave of the long sword, the head falls to the ground... But it is still a process, The High Lord is well aware that he is still a long way from the secrets of this world, and so far, he still lacks one important thing.

The same thing that can directly communicate with this world... The crown that Yuna said, even today, Tyrion still doesn't know the meaning of the crown, so he can only follow the little ghost blindly, using his hands Measuring this huge area of ​​the wilderness of the Dead Realm, he continued to kill more dementors, released the souls from the bodies of those monsters, and then spawned more undead in the present world of the Eastern Continent.

It's like some kind of mysterious loop.

Huh!

While the two were talking, a slight wave came from behind, causing the High Lord and Yuna to turn their heads at the same time. Tyrion saw the dark ripples behind him, and Yuna grabbed the High Lord's helmet, He stood up on his shoulders, just like a little monkey, covering his eyes with his hands, as if he was looking at something.

Tyrion! A boar!

Yuna screamed happily:

I saw a wild boar, my God! It's huge, like a hill, and it's stepping over a chasm... It's entering your world! It sees me! It's yelling at me! My God, What a murderer... how ugly!

Oh, really?

The great lord could not see the scenery behind the darkness, but from Yuna's description, he could probably guess what was happening in this world. He held the bone sword burning with black flames in the palm of his hand, and let the cold wind of the realm of death blow With his long hair coming back to life, he said softly:

Looks like the Blightcaller is on the move... That wild boar you saw, it's called Agamaggan... the god of brute strength, the earth and thorns.

Thousands of years later, the mysterious and powerful wilderness demigods... have returned to this world again.

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The demigods of the wilderness, these are the giant beasts who walked on the primitive land in the barbaric era of Azeroth.

The vast majority of them have had contact with the guardians left by the Titans in this world. They are still beasts in essence, but after infiltrating the power of the Titans, they broke through the shackles of beast life and obtained the power of the protoss. Recognition and blessing, thus transforming into another ultimate manifestation of power.

The power of life, one of the six basic forces in the stars, its ultimate manifestation in Azeroth is these wild gods who use the essence of life as their carrier... They maintain the form of beasts, but their inner beings are already Completely changed, the soul and body are united in a mysterious form. As long as the soul does not die, the body will last forever.

Does it sound familiar?

That's right... This is also the state of Tyrion in the present world at this time. In other words, the great lord of the dark blade can also be regarded as a special demigod of the wilderness.

Observers should not have forgotten that when Tyrion threw the Seed of Life into the Sunwell of Quel'Thalas, with the help of the huge magic power accumulated by the Sunwell for thousands of years, the Seed of Life began its first life. This growth, it catalyzed the entire forest of Quel'Thalas, and unconsciously endowed those trees with extreme life.

And at the end of the growth, the Seed of Life blossomed and bore fruit, and gave Tyrion its own fruit... The high lord absorbed the fruit, and then sent the core that had lost its original form to the hands of the Blightcaller. This is his agreement with Seed of Life.

And the fruit that condensed the initial energy of the seed of life gave Tyrion's dead body almost endless vitality. As long as Tyrion's soul is still there, his body at this time will not be annihilated... and These wilderness demigods from ten thousand years ago are almost exactly the same.

However, the demigods of the wilderness are the ultimate embodiment of the power of life after all... Their life form is higher than that of Tyrion. Death is a concept that does not exist for the demigods of the wilderness. In the War of the Ancients, many demigods of the wilderness died in the brutal battle with the Burning Legion, but their souls still live in the Emerald Dream, as long as there is enough life energy from the outside world, they can reshape their bodies.

However, due to various problems, the druids have not really resurrected even a wilderness demigod in the past 10,000 years. Now, this sacred mission that should belong to the Cenarion Council has been replaced by another An organization took over.

At this moment, the entire Emerald Dream was shaking, and this special world was shaken by the awakening of a sleeping demigod of the wilderness. Those druids who were practicing in the Emerald Dream were awakened, and the administrator of this Emerald Dream, The mighty Green Dragon Queen, Ysera the Awakened opened her eyes on her tower.

Ysera turned her eyes to a certain corner of the Emerald Dream, and she saw... Agamaggan, the wild boar demigod who died in battle ten thousand years ago, the powerful soul that has been sleeping has been fully awakened, and in a Led by a familiar figure, he is walking step by step towards the intersection of dreams and reality.

It is about to be resurrected... to realize the return of the demigod in this world...

Agamaggan's soul is huge. The huge body shining with emerald light is nearly 10 meters high. It is the size of an ordinary wild boar, but it has been magnified more than ten times. It is full of strong and well-proportioned muscles. Apart from the rough skin, there are scars, which are the memorials left by the wild boar demigod in the past wars, and outside its soul body, there are also huge thorns like armor.

The gorgeous flame-like mane is swaying in the air of the Emerald Dream. Every step taken by this behemoth that has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years will make the ground of the Emerald Dream tremble endlessly, and the roaring wild boar demigod seems to feel it too. It is about to be reborn, and it keeps roaring cheerfully. Every time it takes a step forward, in this dream world, there are beautiful fallen leaves and flowers floating around where it walks.

The druids watched this unimaginable scene in their dreams, whether they were old or young, even those veterans who had experienced the battle of the ancients had never really seen a wilderness demigod resurrected. What surprised them even more was that the dream walker holding a unique lamp, like a spirit guide, guided Agamaggan's soul to return to the present world...

Many, no, all of them knew him!

That was Fandral Staghelm, the Archdruid who had just left the Cenarion Council a few days ago.

Follow me...follow me...

The deer helmet wears a dark green hood, which covers his body. He holds a soul-inducing lamp made of vines from the Seed of Life, and in the other hand holds a simple thornwood walking stick. There seemed to be a light shrouding him. When he took a step forward, the corners of the long hood spread back, adding an indescribable sense of mystery to his tall figure.

Agamagam, come with me... The powerful demigod is calling you in this world... Don't stay, don't stay... No matter how beautiful a dream is, there is a time to wake up... Don't stay... Come with me...

His deep chanting sound made the druids around him feel a burst of pressure, and those druids who wanted to stop him would be pushed back to their positions by a breeze as soon as they took a step, so druid Yimen looked up, and they could see that in the sky of the Emerald Dream, the crow demigod Ansu, representing wings, storm and sky, was floating silently in the sky, watching the scene of the demigod's resurrection intently.

Anzu seems very interested in this...it doesn't allow anyone to disrupt the ongoing ritual of Staghelmet.

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The green light was shining, and as the power of nature dispersed, the figures of several Archdruids headed by Malfurion appeared before the eyes of Staghelmet and Agamaggan. They got the Staghelmet has awakened the news of the demigod's soul, but today's Emerald Dream seems to be affected by another force, and the process of entering it has become very obscure. It took Malfurion and the archdruids a long time to understand Infiltrated himself into this emerald dream as a dream walker.

Fandral! Stop!

Malfurion took a step forward, he raised his arm, the slightly weird black feather wings on his arm trembled, anger and disappointment appeared on the arch druid's face covered with green magic lines, he raised his head shouted:

Staghelm! I say, stop!

Under his scolding, the deer helmet holding the soul lamp stopped in place, and he raised his head. Under the hood, there was a hint of stubbornness in those eyes. This former apprentice confronted his mentor. As thousands of druids watched, Malfurion said loudly:

I don't know why you awakened Agamaggan, but Staghelmet, you can't resurrect the demigod, without the support of the life energy of the world tree Nordrassil, you simply don't have enough power to complete the return of the demigod Ritual...your adventure will only damage the soul of Agamaggan, give up, staghelmet...I know you are disappointed, you are angry, but this behavior...you should not do this A reckless act!

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For Malfurion's persuasion, Staghelm just let out a meaningless taunt, and he said in a hoarse voice:

Nordrassil means everything to you, but it is not everything!

Gentle nature is only one side of the way of nature, and now, I have seen the other side of nature, which has more power than Nordrassil gave you... Get out of the way, Malfurion, The principles of the world you insist on will be broken today, do you think I can't do it?

Then open your eyes and take a good look!

Idiots who sit in a well and watch the sky...My companions and I just picked up the sacred mission that you abandoned, that's all...

After finishing speaking, the deer helmet raised the soul-inducing lamp in his hand, and he shouted loudly:

Did you see that? The mighty Agamaggan, these druids, these druids who keep saying that they want to maintain the way of nature, are preventing me from resurrecting the demigods... They are not willing to fulfill their Once sworn, they have become a group of... decayed monsters!

The power of life is right in front of you, you can feel it...Follow me! In the name of the Blightcaller, in the name of the cycle of life and death...I declare, Agamaggan, the great demigod of the wilderness, your return , today!

Fandral Staghelmet held up the soul-inducing lamp in his hand, and the wild power from the Seed of Life followed the corner of Drustvar's Emerald Dream, across this illusory world, like a ray of bright light , falling from the sky like sunlight, that huge green light that is suffocating, that beam of light filled with life energy that is almost comparable to that of the World Tree, enveloped the deer helmet and the demigod spirit behind him.

At this moment, the huge body of the awakened Ysera appeared outside the beam of light in a dream-shattering posture. The Green Dragon Queen seemed to sense something was wrong. She wanted to stop the ceremony, but the moment she appeared, she was suspended in the sky. The crow and demigod Ansu let out an angry roar, and the black feathers flying all over the sky formed a violent storm, blocking the power of the Green Dragon Queen from the beam of light.

This is supposed to be Rukhmar's future, I see it...I won't allow you to stop it!

Amidst Ansu's screams, the waves of the green light curtain became larger and larger, and the dissipation of wild life energy made the surrounding druids unable to help closing their eyes, just like the moment when the sun shines to the extreme , In the shocking shock, this side of the dream was completely shattered.

The next moment, in the cave in Razor Heights, the dreaming Staghelmet suddenly opened his eyes. Behind him, the Archdruids of the Blightcaller all raised their heads. Before their eyes, the closed stone cave burst into pieces. An incomparable green light enveloped the entire Razor Heights, like a green sun under the sun, the light was clearly seen by humans far away in the Shimmering Plains.

At the moment when the light faded slightly, a loud roar that belonged to the demigod resounded throughout Kalimdor at this moment.

It announces... the demigods of the wilderness thousands of years ago are officially returning today...