Azeroth’s Death Track

Agamaggan was a lucky fellow.

This conclusion is valid in all demigod minds.

First of all, it is the first demigod to be resurrected in ten thousand years. Compared with other companions who can only sleep soundly in the Emerald Dream, Agamaggan has enjoyed real freedom for several years since his resurrection. And it was resurrected by the Blightcaller, so after the resurrection, those old-fashioned guys from the Cenarion Council can hardly control it at all, and they can't control it.

I heard that Agamaggan had a litter of piglets last year...

Secondly, the timing of Agamaggan's resurrection was very delicate. It almost escaped from the Emerald Dream when the power of nightmare was at its weakest. It almost perfectly avoided the dangerous moment when the power of nightmare exploded. When he didn't have to do his best to resist the corruption of the nightmare, Agamaggan in this world only needed to lie comfortably in the sun on Razor Heights and maintain a good mood.

In the end, after Agamaggan's resurrection, it just caught up with the war against the Ragworms. It killed the ancient god C'Thun at the last moment, which is equivalent to avenging the corrupted Ursoc. This made Agamaggan's status in the hearts of the druids and the world almost as high as that of a real god.

It is said that pilgrims from all over the world go to Razor Heights every day to worship the big wild boar who saved the world...

This kind of encounter that can hardly be described as lucky is enough to make other demigods envy and hate.

Of course, most of the demigods are beast spirits, and they will not do bad things because of jealousy, but the example of Agamaggan is the first, and the slumber of more than 10,000 years is enough to make the demigods yearn for true Their freedom, and above all the victories of the forerunners, buoy them and weaken their patience for waiting.

What's more, just like the desperate scene described by Ansu, there is no hope of victory in the war between the green dragons and the nightmare. Before the reason for the sudden outbreak of the nightmare is not found out, even if the demigods try their best to help, at most Maintain an unbeatable battle situation, and the more the demigods come into contact with the twisted nightmare beasts, the easier it is for the nightmares to invade their souls.

If they are still clinging to the Emerald Dream, they will really commit suicide slowly.

Oh (tell me in detail.)

Goldrinn raised his head, no longer showing his laziness. This mighty wolf spirit's silver-gray eyes were fixed on Ansu, representing its inner thoughts, and Essina and Aviana were also there. Waiting for Ansu's next words, in the shadows outside the grass that no one noticed, the shadow of a black panther as black as lightning flashed away, representing an uninvited new guest...

Obviously, the news that Ansu summoned the demigods for a private meeting was not as secret as it imagined.

Okay, then I will tell my friends in detail.

Ansu stood on the boulder, the storm raven raised its head, cleared its throat, and said to the demigods:

You all know that it is very difficult for the druids of Kaldorei to break through the plane wall between the Emerald Dream and reality in a normal way, especially when the world order is stable, so we cannot be resurrected. In fact, it is no wonder that those druids They don't work hard, although they do devote a lot of energy to the reproduction of their own civilization.

But to be honest, even if the druids are enlightened now and prepare for the return ceremony of the demigod as quickly as possible, we may not be able to last that long.

When Ansu spoke, its black eyes stopped on Aviana's wings without a trace, this action was noticed by the mother of birds, Aviana bared her teeth fiercely at Ansu, Urging Ansu with this attitude to stop talking nonsense.

So, for us, the fastest way at present is to find an inherent rift that formed between the Emerald Dream and the present world a long time ago, and then use that rift to send our huge soul to the world at the fastest speed. Transferring to the present world, at that time, whether we borrow the Seed of Life from the Blightcallers or the World Tree from the Kaldorei, we can find enough life energy for us...to reshape the body.

Ansu tweeted:

Quack! The most wonderful thing is here! You all know that Agamaggan is resurrected, but do you know how Agamaggan was resurrected?

Blightcaller, we have found the crack!

The three spatial rules of the Emerald Dream, the real world and the shadow world have formed a weird world rift deep in the mountains of Drustvar. The soul of Agamaggan entered the world through that crack...the one who defected The reason why Archdruid Staghelmet drew souls for it is because the location of the crack is too difficult to find... This is the biggest secret of the Blightcaller Druids.

Speaking of excitement, Ansu couldn't help flapping his wings, setting off waves of howling storms on the grass, and it shouted in a very provocative voice:

Everyone, the rise of the Blightcaller may be bad news for Cenarion Council, but it is good news for us!

Although I am a foreigner, I also know your sacrifices in the War of the Ancients. Without you, this world would have ended long ago. Of course, I am not trying to provoke the relationship between you and the Cenarion Council. After all, I I am also a member of this complex relationship, but the problem is actually here, it is the world that you saved owes you, and you don't owe it anything!

Freedom, freedom of soul and body, this is the reward you deserve, the most insignificant reward...but you have waited for more than 10,000 years for this. Although this matter has its own unique reasons, the Kaldorei Your attitude also determines many things... Since when did we demigods of the wilderness become vassals of the druids? When did we become a symbol of their civilization?

Anzu raised his head high, and the beautiful feathers on his head fluttered:

It's time for the demigods of the wilderness to become a neutral group again! We protect the entire Azeroth, we protect the entire world! Not a single Kaldorei civilization...they are just a part of this world , that's all!

The storm raven's black eyes were full of delicate emotions, and it waved its wings towards the demigods in front of it:

Come on, friends, brothers, let the dispute between the Blightcaller and Cenarion Circle go to hell! We just want to be resurrected! We just want our due rewards, the world owes us thanks... the future of the demigods Just like Agamaggan, we no longer need to interfere in the disputes between these civilizations, we must re-fulfill our sacred mission...

It started with the resurrection of the gods ten thousand years ago! Today, the long-lost demigods... have returned to Azeroth!

Ansu's impassioned words fell, and Wolf Spirit Goldrinn did not express any enthusiasm, while Aisena and Aviana glanced at each other, and did not applaud the inflammatory remarks, but they But there was something else in his gaze, this is what Ansu needed... The Storm Raven is not yet naive enough to think that these old guys who have lived for tens of thousands of years will leave outrageously after some instigation by him Cenarion Circle.

All it wants is to plant seeds in the hearts of these demigods... This is also Tyrion's request. The high lord obviously doesn't want a group of annoying demigods to join the battle against Kaldorei in the punishment war.

Ow! (What do we... have to pay?)

The deep roar of the wolf spirit Goldrinn sounded again, and this rebellious giant wolf grasped the point of the problem at once. It is very good that the Blightcaller is willing to help resurrect the demigods, but the demigods are not fools either. The Blightcaller must have demand for them.

Okay, wise bastard.

Ansu cursed, then folded his wings, and while trimming the feathers with his beak, he said in a low voice:

Drustvar's world rift was originally open, but not long ago, a bastard occupied the entrance of the Shadow Realm, and was recognized by that strange world. He now has the power to open the rift. The Blightcaller is a neutral organization. They're willing to resurrect us, as long as the resurrected demigod chooses neutrality between the Blightcaller and the Cenarion Circle, but the ticket to pay a third party...isn't that cheap.

There was a flash of light in Ansu's lowered eyes, and it said:

That greedy bastard is a piece of shit, he demands that every demigod who passes through the cracks in the world pay him a piece of soul...about one-tenth of the whole soul...

Ow! (This is impossible!)

As soon as Ansu finished speaking, the giant silver wolf stood up and roared indifferently:

Aww! (My soul, my freedom, belong only to myself...Even if I die here, I will never accept such a despicable threat!)

swish

Goldrinn's huge body turned into a stream of silver light and disappeared into the valley. Obviously, it was unwilling to accept such harsh conditions.

After Goldrinn left, Essina, the Mother of the Forest, hesitated for a moment. The elf-like demigod drew a symbol representing Think about it in the air, and then also disappeared on the grass.

Ansu's eyes fell on the last person, and it stared at the tangled Mother of Birds Aviana, and it persuaded with a hoarse voice:

What about you? Aviana...Although our relationship is bad, but for the sake of being a demigod of the wilderness, your illness...can't be delayed.

I know! You don't need to talk too much!

The grumpy Aviana flapped her wings, and every time she flapped her wings, she could feel the numbness from the roots of her wings. She had witnessed the scene where Ursoc was completely corroded, and that kind of scene made her feel It's creepy, it's a nightmare it can never accept, but how much is it willing to pay to avoid that nightmare?

Can you, can you have less?

Aviana turned her head, and asked weakly with a beeping voice:

One-tenth, this is too much, even if it is a demigod of the wilderness, it will take hundreds, even thousands of years to fully recover...

See what you say.

Ansu made a very anthropomorphic belly laugh motion with its wings, and it said:

I don't want your soul, Aviana, I'm just giving you a way to replace the Blightcaller, that's all. If you insist on bargaining, I can help you contact the ruler of the Shadow Realm, but... .Would you like to meet that bastard with the power of death all over his body?

And as far as I'm concerned, my friend Aviana, you're giving a tenth of your soul, and it hurts, yes! But think of what you get...

Ansu spread her wings:

One life! And the...freedom you longed for ten thousand years! And it may not be right for me to say this, but think of your followers, if you don't show up again, after my Rukhmar is resurrected, I guess, in the belief of the druid of the raptor, I am afraid that there is no place for you anymore... You will be completely forgotten, my Aviana, for the immortal demigod of the wilderness, forgotten... Could it be Doesn't that mean death?

Stop it!

Aviana let out a scream, and the echoing sound waves plowed the surrounding earth into terrifying ravines. Ansu spread her wings and blocked her eyes. After a few seconds, the storm subsided, and Aviana had disappeared. , but on the stone in front of Ansu's eyes, a piece of soul fragment shining with pale storm light was shining brightly.

Obviously, the mother of all birds has made the final decision.

Ansu covered the fragment with his wings smiling, raised his head, and looked at the shadow forest outside the grass with black agate-like eyes. There, a head that was slightly smaller than Goldrinn, had a perfect body line, and was quiet. The black panther, like a sculpture, was squatting there quietly.

Ah, look who this is? The most mysterious and elegant demigod, the black panther Ashama...

Ansu spread its wings, and it asked in a pleasant voice:

My Asaman, you are as wise as you, and of course you won't be as stubborn as Goldrinn, and you won't be as indecisive as Essana. The power of nightmares is eating away at the Emerald Dream faster than all of us imagined, so , I'm curious, have you... made a decision?

Ow...

The beautiful black leopard like a sculpture tilted its head and looked at Ansu with its predatory eyes. After ten seconds, Asaman flicked its tail, and it let out a deep growl:

Ow! (I'll give you my soul, but, Ansu...I have a request!)