Azeroth’s Death Track

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A long howl of a wolf echoed in the sky of Kalimdor, followed by a roar of a giant bear, followed by a long cry of birds, and then the entire forest of Kalimdor began to sway, and no one knew where these roars came from. Come, but it means a lot to druids.

In the den of Mount Hyjal, the archdruid Shawn Moonpaw closed his eyes, listening to the clear, dreamlike voice. After a while, he turned his head and said to his companions behind him :

Goldrinn the wolf spirit, Ursoc brothers, the god of bears, Aviana, the queen of birds, and Essina, the mother of the forest...

The demigods of the wilderness who slept in the Emerald Dream have all awakened. They are rejoicing at the rebirth of Agamaggan, but there is also a hint of questioning in this voice...I, friends, I feel very sad, demigod They're asking why we've kept them waiting so long...we, how do we answer them?

Behind him, the archdruids were silent, because they didn't know how to respond to the demigods' inquiries.

Tens of thousands of years later, the first wilderness demigod who died in battle was resurrected, but it was not through the hands of the orthodox druid church Cenarion Council, but by a druid who defected from the church .

It was like a slap in the face to the archdruids in front of them... This should be their sacred mission, but... But they failed those who fought for the ancients in the War of the Ancients. The wild demigods who died for them.

Although there are enough rational reasons, even they themselves don't know how to face all this, and worse things are still happening.

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The figure of Koda Steelclaw appeared in the den after the form of the Storm Crow dissipated. This gentle archdruid said to the others with an ugly expression:

The angry raven god Anzu is fighting with the awakened Ysera in the Emerald Dream. The power of the two powerful men has completely blocked the entrance of the Emerald Dream. The sleeping druids have been awakened. Now they are all in Discussing the resurrection of Agamaggan, some old druids did not know the news that Staghelmet had left the council, and they thought with joy that we had resurrected the boar god.

The whole of Mount Hyjal is in disarray...

Why is Ansu angry?

Inheriting the archdruid Elothel slowly moving his trunk body, the tree man looked at his companions around him, and asked suspiciously amidst the unique clicking sound of trees moving:

Ansu and Agamaggan have no friendship at all. Why is it so angry because of Agamaggan's resurrection?

You have slept for too long, Elothir, you don't know the entanglement. When Ansu accepted the persuasion of the awakened ones and joined the Cenarion Council, we promised to resurrect his wife, Yang Yan. Rukhmar the raven...but now, the boar god is the first one to be resurrected, and it thinks it has been fooled and deceived...it doesn't listen to our explanation at all.

Malfurion shook his head with difficulty, and said softly:

What a mess...

But now that Ansu has witnessed the act of Staghelmet resurrecting Agamaggan with his own eyes, he already knows that besides us, there is another druid organization in this world that can resurrect demigods.

Shaun Moonpaw's eyes became dark, and he said softly:

If we don't give Anzu an explanation, this demigod will probably leave with his wife's bones to find staghelmet... Luna God, it may take away its followers, the entire Senna The Rio Council may be split because of this.

We can revive Rukhmar too!

Koda Steelclaw said loudly:

We immediately revived Rukhmar. Nordrassil's life energy is fully sufficient to support this ceremony! Anzu's anxiety cannot be further escalated, and we cannot just sit back and watch the Cenarion Council split!

Calm down! Koda!

Malfurion turned around and scolded:

Don't forget our current situation... Kaldorei is facing a war, and the souls of the war dead return to Nordrassil every day. The World Tree shoulders the responsibility of transforming the war dead into elves. Once If we want to mobilize Nordrassil's energy, it means that the souls of our companions will have no place to rest, which will directly cause panic among the civilians.

The night elves are special creatures. Ten thousand years ago, after the end of the War of the Ancients, the giant dragons blessed the world tree Nordrassil planted by the night elves. From that day on, the night elves became immortal. But their civilization is also closely linked with World Tree.

Whenever a night elf warrior dies in battle, that soul will return to the World Tree. Under the nourishment of the World Tree, the elf's soul will re-evolve into the form of an elf, which is a group of spirit bodies wrapped in starlight. Of course, Every once in a while, the world tree will naturally give birth to some elves.

The reproductive process of the night elves requires the elves to enter a woman's body. Only in this way can the night elves mothers successfully conceive and give birth to new lives.

That is to say, for the night elves, sexual behavior and reproduction are not directly related. The world tree undertakes the mission of life and death for this special civilization. When the world tree was planted, the night elves could not predict it. Today, 10,000 years later, the existence of World Tree will be so closely related to their civilization.

Reviving the demigod of the wilderness needs to mobilize the life energy in the World Tree. This process will take a certain amount of time. Most importantly, once the World Tree becomes weak, the reproduction and the birth of new life in the night elf civilization will be affected. ...This is equivalent to a difficult choice for archdruids.

One end of the balance is their responsibility to the demigods of the wilderness, while the other side is the pressure of elf civilization to thrive. They can only choose one. Faced with such multiple-choice questions, even the most fair people will prefer My own civilization... Therefore, the ritual of resurrecting the demigods of the wilderness has been delayed until today, 10,000 years later.

This kind of behavior directly led to the dislike of the bear people who believed in the Ursoc brothers towards the night elves, and also directly caused the only remaining demigod of the wilderness after the War of the Ancients, the Wise Tortola, to leave without saying goodbye thousands of years ago.. . Obviously, the actions of the night elf druids hurt the heart of that wise demigod.

But now, the night elves could no longer ignore this problem. Staghelm's behavior directly pushed the Cenarion Council to the forefront. Now, facing internal and external pressure, the archdruids had to make a choice.

Whether to fulfill the mission, or selfishly maintain the reproduction and growth of self-civilization...

And no matter which one they choose, they will lose something, something vital.

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Wow, it's really big...

Galen Trollbane, who was wearing a hunting suit, stood on a hill in the Barrens, observing the distant Razor Rows with a binoculars. Even if it was nearly a thousand meters away, he could still clearly see the The wild boar demigod Agamaggan basking leisurely on the ground.

The resurrected wilderness demigod seemed a little weak, but its huge body was enough for any flesh and blood creature to worship it. The skin of this giant wild boar was khaki, and on its back was a beautiful mane that danced like flames. It has a head like a wild boar, and the two fangs protruding from the skin are as sharp as knives. The thorns wrapped around Agamaggan's body are like the armor of a warrior. It doesn't look hideous, but it adds a special touch to this demigod mighty.

And around the huge body of Agamaggan basking in the sun, those wild boars who have regained their gods are very sincere. They pick delicious fruits from all directions and put them in front of the gods in the form of tribute, longing for the blessings of the gods. bless.

At the moment when Agamaggan recovered, the wild boar who had lost their faith regained their spiritual comfort, and their social form was also revived bit by bit with the help of the Blightcaller. Like the civilization of the empire, it is undergoing difficult reconstruction, but for them, life finally has hope.

Unbelievable, I still know too little about this world.

Galin threw the binoculars to Gray Yop beside him. The young king turned his head and looked at the Blightcaller Patriarch Myana behind him. A smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he said:

So, should I call you a high-ranking druid now, or Madam High Patriarch?

You can continue to call me Myana... Blightcallers who practice the cycle don't care about these distinctions.

Moana, who put on her own wooden ritual armor, looked majestic. Behind her stood tall forest spirit warriors. These primordial creatures catalyzed by the seeds of life have become very important members of the Blightcaller sect. They generally serve as the guards of the temple, the banishers, and the companions of the druids. In Stranglethorn Vale on the eastern continent, the elves have built the first temple of the Blightcaller in the dense forest, which is completely made of trees.

I said that as long as the Human Empire and the Zerg go to war, the Staghelmet family will firmly stand by your side.

Myana said to the human king in a neither humble nor overbearing way:

Now, the entire cult of the Blightcaller, along with the mighty demigods of the wilderness, will stand by your side... As long as you and the other kings nod, the Blightcaller can become a friend of the Empire.

Wait, before I answer, there are a few important questions.

King Garin was not overwhelmed by the good news that the demigods of the wilderness had joined the war. He was very calm. He knew that an organization like the Blightcaller should not be treated as easily as the Goblin Consortium. This is a new belief... and As we all know, 99% of the people in the Human Empire are believers of the Holy Light, and even King Galin himself is a representative of the Holy Light.

He invited Myana to sit on a simple chair at one side, and the guards brought refreshing and delicious drinks and food. In this relaxed environment, King Garin asked while sipping his wine:

I read the teachings of the Blightcaller, the cycle of life and death, which is very refreshing, but what I am more concerned about is, ma'am, what is the position of the undead in your system?

Myana's eyes narrowed, and she said softly:

What you really want to ask is our attitude towards the Dark Blade, right? Young King.

Jialin, who had been exposed for his small thoughts, was not embarrassed, he nodded frankly:

Ma'am, you should be very aware of the conflict between the Empire and the Dark Blade. I can tell you in a responsible manner that we and the Dark Blade will never coexist...so you and your Blightcaller should be our friends, this is a unavoidable question.

Well, I can understand.

Moana also looked at Jialin calmly, and she said:

The living represent life, and the dead represent death. Now that you've read the teachings, you should understand that the Blightcaller maintains the cycle of life and death. In our eyes, humans and the undead... are in the same position, at opposite ends of the scale , and we are in the middle of the balance... If you really need an answer, then I would say... Blightcaller, maintain neutrality, we will not participate in the war between humans and undead, that's all.

Then with all due respect, ma'am.

King Garin shook his head, and he put the cup in his hand on the table:

We can't be friends anymore.

Mr. Galin, what I want to remind you is...

A trace of a peaceful smile was scratched on Myana's face. She brushed her long hair and said to Jialin:

The Blightcaller is not asking to be friends with humans... Now it's that you need us, not us begging for your friendship, listen to me, it may hurt, but the truth is, can you get the friendship of the Imperium of Man , is not important to the Blightcaller, we chose the Empire, just because the Empire is closer to the Qiraji stronghold.

The archdruid said in a low and sharp tone:

If you insist on pushing the Blightcaller away from the empire, then we can only unite with the other side. I believe that the great lord on the other side of the sea may be more interested in eliminating the bugmen than you... This is the reality , the king of human beings, no matter how deep your hatred for the undead is, you cannot ignore the cold reality, facing the insects, you are at an absolute disadvantage.

While talking, Moyana stood up, and under the guard of Lin Jing, she turned and walked towards the direction of Razor Heights, she shook her hand:

Perhaps, we won't be able to start a meaningful conversation until you really realize the threat of the bug-man. If you can't let go of the meaningless pride and stubbornness in your heart, then we can only sit back and watch human civilization be destroyed by the bug-man. Swallow bit by bit.

Believe me, I have more say than any human being on this matter... Seriously, if the Empire is as wise and powerful as you say it is, then why would you fear the Blightcaller What about the olive branch that came over?

Behind Myana, the human king Garin gritted his teeth and said word by word:

Without your help, humans can defeat those bugs!

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Moana turned her head, she looked at Jialin indifferently:

Really? I doubt it... arrogant king, let me advise you... You and your empire are far from the masters of the world and destiny. You are no different from wild boars and centaurs , if you can't calmly look at your own position in the world, your ending will be the same as them sooner or later...

In other words, the world doesn't revolve around human beings...Galin Trollbane, I can tell you frankly that you are not the child of destiny, and your arrogance, stubbornness and stupidity make me very disgusted... .I will look forward to the day you apologize to me!

Until that day comes, we will not be friends! And you who refuse all help will face the Qiraji alone. I hope you can survive until the day when you are willing to bow your head and admit your mistakes.