Azeroth’s Death Track

Carrying a bag of things, Fandral Staghelmet walked in the passage of the Dark Temple. As a senior druid for ten thousand years, even after joining the Blightcaller Cult, the habits he had developed still affected him.

Compared to the busy patriarch, Staghelm's daughter-in-law, Myana, Staghelmet's daily life is very simple. He will either teach the druids to understand the way of nature in the Blightcaller stronghold in the Drustvar Mountains, Either he will communicate spiritually with the Seed of Life worshiped by the Blightcaller in the Emerald Sanctuary, or he will stay in his lair and study the new power that the Seed of Life has granted him.

In short, Deer Helmet is not willing to waste too much time on other things, probably because of the break with the Cenarion Council, which makes Deer Helmet seem to have no interest in the management of the Blightcaller Sect on weekdays. Among the archdruids, Staghelm is the freest one.

But that doesn't mean he's unknown...

Deer Helmet's deep understanding of the way of nature, coupled with his concern for his apprentices, and his defeat of the Qiraji as a commander in the Battle of Quicksand, all these experiences have given Deer Helmet a high reputation, just like It was the same as in the former Cenarion Council, but in the more active and younger Blightcaller sect, Staghelmet also has its own followers, and the number is very large.

As a qualified old druid, Staghelmet doesn't like to deal with the Dark Blade Legion representing death. Although the balance between life and death is almost the core of the Blightcaller's teachings, it seems that Tyrion has indeed fulfilled his promise , and brought his most beloved son back from the abyss, Staghelmet didn't have much ill feeling towards the Dark Blade Legion.

This rare proactive visit by Staghelm surprised the Blood Mistress who stayed behind in the Dark Temple... After finding out the purpose of Staghelmet's visit, Alleria cooperated very well and dispatched the Blood Maid to lead Staghelm to him where you want to go.

Stop whoever comes!

A crisp girl's voice sounded in the darkness in front of the staghelmet, and the archdruid stood where he was. The next moment, in the darkness in front of him, a group of golden flashes lit up, and the strange ghost of holy light Yuna He probed his head and observed the slightly unfamiliar archdruid in front of him from the dark curtain.

Yo, it's Mr. Buck Helmet!

Yuna waved her hand at the deer helmet very familiarly. Holding a piece of jelly in her hand, she slowly walked out of the darkness. This little ghost who has lived for more than 20,000 years has a very awesome With the ability, she can become friends with a stranger in the shortest time...

Everyone liked her, and Yuna's occasional mischief was measured, and she basically never gave Tyrion any trouble.

Of course, it's not that no one has bad intentions for this seemingly powerless little ghost, but those who dare to do it, their bones must have rotted in the land of the realm of death.

As part of Tyrion's crown of the dead world, Yuna can also mobilize part of the power of the dead world. It may not be a threat to the top bosses, but it is very easy to use to deal with some miscellaneous things means.

Little Yuna, open the door for me, I'm going to meet Ms. Ysera.

The deer helmet kindly handed a small bag of soft candies with the fragrance of green grass to Yuna, and then said to the little ghost:

I want to talk to her about something.

Yuna smiled and took the fudge in Lu Helmet's hand, but she shook her head:

No~ Mr. Stag Helmet, Tyrion said that no one can see that green-haired big sister, unless that big sister is willing to become our friend.

Then if I say, I can persuade her to be our friend?

The deer helmet smiled at Yuna, and raised the pocket in his hand:

I have the confidence to persuade her.

The little ghost tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, then shook his head quickly:

No, no, no, Tyrion specifically told me that I can't violate his orders...but well...

As she spoke, the eyeballs of this little ghost, who was always in the shape of a draenei child, swiveled flexibly in her star-like eyes. She looked left and right, then lowered her voice furtively, and spoke to the staghelmet. explain:

If you let little Istaria come to play with me, I'll let you go there quietly.

This request made Staghelmet dumbfounded. Istaria is his precious granddaughter, the only daughter of Moyana and Vastanen. Considering the status of the night elves as long-lived species, Istaria and Yu Like Na, she is a child who is not yet an adult, and she and Yuna are indeed good friends, but the problem is that Istaria is now learning druid knowledge in Drustvar, and has not been in the dark for several months. Temple.

Dornan and the others are all doing their own things in Draenor. I'm bored here by myself.

Yuna glanced at Lu Helmet's expression, she tilted her head, widened her eyes, and said pitifully:

Tyrion asked me to guard the green-haired big sister and the big octopus in the dead world again, and I can't leave here...

Alright alright.

Staghelmet shook his head, reached out and patted Yuna's head:

I'll have Istaria sent here, but I can only stay here for a week! She has to go back to study.

Study? Studying is the most boring thing!

Yuna turned around happily, took out the small magic wand on her belt, and opened the door to the dead world for the staghelmet, while shaking her head and said:

I hate studying! I hated it when I was on Argus! I hate it even more now!

crash

Under Yuna's command, the dark blue crack of the dead world opened at the end of the deepest passage in the dark temple, and the cold wind of the spiritual world was blown out from the crack, blowing the long green hair of the deer helmet flying around, especially Na called after him:

Hey, Mr. Staghelmet, don't leave the castle! The Realm of the Dead doesn't welcome the living... You can only move around in the castle! Call me if you are in danger, and I will send you out!

I know.

The deer helmet waved to the little ghost, and then stepped into the dark blue crack. The next moment, the crack in the hole disappeared in the darkness. Yuna gnawed on the soft candy and hummed a strange song, walked into the Under the dark curtain, she needs to tidy up her room and scattered toys, and then welcome her good friends who came from afar.

On the other side, the staghelmet who stepped into the realm of death moved his shoulders with some discomfort. As one of the archdruids of Azeroth, staghelmet's knowledge of life and the way of nature is very superb. His The talent made Malfurion sigh for it, but because of this, after entering the realm of death full of negative energy of death, the world's rejection of lifewalkers like him became even stronger.

However, the castle built by Tyrion here is an exception. As the great lord of the Realm of Death, Tyrion set the castle in the wilderness as a neutral zone. If you wait too long, you will still be assimilated by the power of the realm of death. It is a very painful and terrible process, and no one likes that kind of experience.

But the Green Dragon Queen, the not-so-good Awakened Ms. Ysera, is currently being held here by Little Yuna.

bang bang

Staghelmet lightly knocked on the door of the hall. The sound woke up Ysera who was sitting by the fireplace struggling to keep warm. The pale-faced awakened man turned his head and saw the old acquaintance of Staghelmet stepping into the hall. , Ysera saw the sign of the Blightcaller on the chest of the staghelmet's wooden battle armor, which made the Green Dragon Queen's face look ugly.

Of course, another big reason for Ysera's ugly face was because she was not feeling well.

Dragon King Ysera, who represents pure dreams and life, suffered rejection in the Realm of Death, more than ten times stronger than a mortal like Staghelmet. Even if she stayed in the castle in this neutral zone, Ysera could clearly feel it. Seeing the disgust and undisguised hostility towards her from this strange land.

The power of the spirit world from the realm of death surrounds her body, like the most terrifying cold wind in the twelfth lunar month of winter, penetrating the extreme cold into her bone marrow every moment, as if even the blood in her body is Being frozen, this is just an appearance, just like any living thing thrown into the realm of death, the rules of this world empty all of Ysera's powers, no matter whether it is a dragon form or magic power, it cannot be used .

As another world with completely different rules from the Azeroth world, Ysera's authentic dream power is useless in the dead world. She cannot open the door to the Emerald Dream here, and it is even more terrible. What's more, every time she tries to activate the dream, it will attract crazy suppression from the dead world.

It's like every inch of your soul is being stabbed with needles... the most horrible torture in the world.

Ysera didn't understand Tyrion's trump card of daring to be hostile to the whole world until now... As long as this strange world of death exists, the Dark Blade Legion is completely invincible in Azeroth! Even if it takes ten thousand steps back, all the lives of Azeroth unite and barely defeat the Dark Blade Legion. They only need to retreat into the realm of death, and there will still be no peace in Azeroth.

The Awakened was born to be one of the most powerful beings on Azeroth, but in her long life, she has never been weaker than she is now. The threat of Tyrion is still vivid, and the Green Dragon Queen knows that when At this moment, she has no ability to fight back against the great lord!

Your situation is too bad.

Staghelmet sat opposite to Ysera who was shivering in a chair wrapped in a quilt. He looked at the Green Dragon Queen who kept warming in front of him but still looked very cold. He saw the cold condensation on Ysera's eyelashes. The ice, and those marks like frost and snow on her cheeks, proved that Ysera was in a bad state at this time.

The dead world has begun to assimilate your body, Awakened...you can't stay in this land of shadows any longer!

Then, Buckhelm!

There was a tinge of fearful chill in Ysera's voice, she raised her head stiffly, her green eyes were still full of stubbornness and unyielding, she looked at the staghelmet in front of her, and said in a deep voice:

Are you here to persuade me to surrender? You let me, who represents the dream, surrender to a tyrant of death? Fandral Staghelmet! When did an old druid like you become the dog of death?

No! I'm not here for that.

Staghelmet reached for his pocket, and said softly:

In the teachings of the Blightcaller, death and life are the two ends of the balance of all things. Only when the balance is balanced can world civilization move forward...Of course, I am not here to discuss doctrinal disputes with you. To be precise, I am I'm here to show you something...

As he spoke, Deer Helmet handed the vines in his pocket to Ysera. The latter's eyes immediately became frozen. She stretched out her hand, wanting to hold the nightmarish vines, but her muscles stiffened due to the extreme cold. Underneath, her fingers have already begun to lose control.

What's this?

Ysera retracted her frozen fingers in embarrassment. She wrapped the quilt around her body tightly again, and then asked tremblingly:

Where did you get it?

The Hinterlands!

Staghelmet closed his eyes, and said something that shocked Ysera:

It's a pity, but the awakened ones, the nightmares have begun to invade the world through the Emerald Dream and the passages of the world... At least according to our observations, they are heading towards Spread your power in this world.

In other words... the war within the Emerald Dream, the dream dragon army, has probably...lost!

This is impossible!

Ysera gritted her teeth and said:

I can feel that the Dream Tower has not yet fallen, and part of the Emerald Dream is still controlled by the Green Dragon Army...

But so what?

The deer helmet asked back:

You are trapped in the world of death, if Tyrion doesn't nod, you will never leave in this life, look at your current state, Awakened, if this goes on, maybe in a few days, the vitality in your body will disappear Start the inversion into death energy, once this inversion is complete...you will go from a dream dragon to a death dragon...

I know that you are not afraid of this kind of death and transformation, but even if you are unwilling to submit to Tyrion's will, things you don't want to see will still happen. The Emerald Dream may not have completely fallen, but I believe , it won’t be too long before it falls, but you can’t help, I mean... your dignity as the Dragon King, or the survival of the entire Emerald Dream and even this world, which one is more important?

boom

Ysera stood up abruptly, staring at Buckhelm:

Are you questioning me? Staghelm... What right do you traitor have to question me! Do you know what Tyrion asked? He asked me to give up Kaldorei civilization, he asked me to disconnect from Cenarion Contact the council, then give the job of maintaining the Emerald Dream to Blightcaller, who is still using evil methods to make the demigod of death! He is a madman, and the next target of him and his already activated war machine is yours Race! You... Buck Helmet, you are the accomplice!

Stop pretending to be a good person, Staghelmet!

The awakened person's eyes gleamed with anger:

You and Tyrion are just raccoons!

is that so?

Staghelm was not angry, he savored the truths Ysera told him. After more than ten seconds, Staghelmet shook his head, and he looked at Ysera calmly:

Now, on behalf of the Blightcaller, I request you, the Awakened, the Queen of Dreams, and the Blightcaller are willing to participate in the maintenance of the Emerald Dream, and we will not force you to choose us and abandon the Cenarion Council, we are willing Coexist peacefully with the Cenarion Council, and jointly maintain the tranquility of the Emerald Dream... As for the Kaldorei war, sorry, I cannot intervene in this.

The archdruid stood up and said to Ysera:

But I think you should also be able to understand the hidden meaning behind this upcoming war... After all, the moon god no longer favors Kaldorei, and based on the situation we are facing now, the so-called demigod of death It is not that important, after all, it is the choice of the demigods themselves...Those respectable souls have never been anyone's vassal.

You fight against them, the question is, have you asked their opinion?

Ysera didn't answer, she just looked at the deer helm, as if trying to discern what the deer helm really thought, the latter looked at Ysera calmly, after a few seconds, the deer helm said in a deep voice:

In the end, even abiding by neutrality is far better than sitting back and watching my home be completely destroyed... If it was my home, I would give everything, even my life, to protect it, let alone dignity.. .”

It's up to you to make a decision, Awakened One, the survival of the Emerald Dream is now up to you.