Azeroth’s Death Track

My children...

The darkness is eroding my heart...I don't know how long I can stay awake, I can only leave a message in this way...

Something happened in Ulduar that I don't know, this sacred place has fallen...

Guardians are killing each other, everything has gone crazy, and I'm guarding the Greenhouse of Life...the last species custody sandbox on Azeroth.

I can hear them roaring to come out of the ground, they are going to distort everything...

Kids, if you can hear... help me!

My life or death is not important, but the Greenhouse of Life... cannot fall, once the Furnace of Origin is activated, here is the beginning of new life... It must be protected!

Children... please forgive me for entrusting this responsibility to you, please forgive my selfishness...

But I...I have no one to trust...Tyr is dead, my God, everything is over...

On the sun-burned stone pillar in the Sholazar Basin, all the demigods of the wilderness gathered here. On the stone platform in front of them, the emaciated face of Lady Freya, the guardian of life, shone from the activated green seed. , and her intermittent voice and instructions.

From Freya's voice, the demigods of the wilderness could feel the inner panic of this mother, and from her deep and hoarse voice, they could sense Ms. Freya's last will.

Yes, she seemed to have prepared for the worst, and left a message for help to her most trusted children, and that was the only person she could trust at that time.

However, this message was late...25,000 years.

Why?

The somewhat irritable bear-man Usol, the brother of the giant bear god Ursoc, looked at the emerald green seed and asked:

Why did we not receive the mother request for help 20,000 years ago?

At that time, we were scattered all over the world, and at that time, several ecological parks of the Creator were strangely closed... I remember very clearly.

The turtle demigod Tortura, known as the wise man among the demigods of the wilderness, said slowly:

They were only reopened when the night elves resisted the invasion of the Burning Legion, and they were forcibly opened because of the explosion of the Well of Eternity... Mother's letter of help has been sealed in Sholazar Basin... and in the When it comes to light, you... you'll all have died in the War of the Ancients.

So, we're another 10,000 years late.

The wolf god Goldrinn said in a deep voice:

We stayed in the Emerald Dream with nothing to do, and let the poor mother wait for another ten thousand years alone in that cage... Then what are we waiting for now?

Battle into Ulduar! Rescue her!

Don't be impulsive!

This time, it was Essina, the mother of the elves and the forest, who spoke in a gentle voice, the demigod in elf form:

Mother warned us that there is a dark force in Ulduar that she can't fight against, and we are all weak now, it is very dangerous to enter it rashly, and the ancient god is sealed in it... Yogg-Sa Long. And the message left by my mother has made it very clear that those titan guardians like her may have been manipulated by the dark power of the ancient gods, and this is something we must consider.

Agamaggan! You are the only one of us who has fought against the Old God head-on. You also helped mortals kill C'Thun. Now tell us... how to kill an Old God?

The giant bear Ursoc turned his head to look at the wild boar demigod beside him, and Agamaggan grunted a few times before saying reluctantly:

No...it was not killed by mortals, nor by me...this is a secret, but the current situation is special, let me just say it, relying on us, at most kill the body of the ancient god, but we can't get rid of it The more terrifying soul of the void creature...

Then what was your last time?

It is Tyrion, Lord of the Darkblade, Lord of Death.

Agamagang turned his head, seemed a little ashamed, and said with some embarrassment:

It was Tyrion and I who killed C'Thun. The death god took away the soul of the ancient god. He said that even he couldn't kill an ancient god in this world... Moreover, judging from the current situation, Yogg-Saron may be much stronger than C'Thun, after all, it has already corrupted the entire city of Titans.

Agamaggan's words silenced all the demigods. No one thought that there was such a story behind the killing of C'Thun last time.

You need foreign aid! Obviously!

A sharp voice interrupted the silence of the demigods, and Anzu, who was standing on the stone pillar with Rukhmar, croaked:

It's time to let go of the meaningless self-esteem in your heart, brothers and sisters, if you want to save your mother, you must cooperate with the Tyrion you hate, and we have reason to believe that that guy must have put his hand into Uldu Erli, of course, if you don't want to lose face, I can be your messenger instead...

Ansu flapped her wings:

As long as you can agree to some... weird requests from that guy, that guy will be happy to help. He's actually...well, how should I put it, he's quite a generous person.

At this moment, Ansu seemed to be Tyrion's spokesperson among the demigods in the wilderness. Seeing its complacent look, Rukhmar ruthlessly pecked Ansu's wings to calm him down.

This idiot can't see the current situation at all. The demigods are not driven to a dead end like last time. They represent life, and they will never bow to Tyrion, who represents death... It has nothing to do with character and experience , is purely the influence of two opposing forces.

I think, in fact, we have another option.

Slowly the tortoise demigod said:

Maybe we should invite our four companions far away in Pandaria. They are stronger than us. If they join, this matter should be easier. Moreover, we don't have to kill the ancients. God, as long as the mother is rescued...the threat of the ancient gods can be handed over to those who are more capable...for example...

The Wise Tortura glanced at Ansu, and a hint of cunning flashed in its tortoise eyes:

For example, the mysterious and powerful Lord Tyrion!

But we don't have much to do with them.

Black Panther Asaman said with some concern:

Before the reappearance of Pandaria, we hardly knew that we had four such powerful companions...they were not creatures shaped by the mother, and they had a closer relationship with other guardians. It's hard to say whether they would like to help.

Don't worry, they'll help.

The demigod tortoise said confidently:

It's about the Old Gods and the Guardians, it's about the war between chaos and order, as long as they recognize themselves as part of the Titan creation system, they are obliged... You go to the Storm Peaks first, and those who try to enter Uldu Let us unite with the mortal legions of Ulduar, those mortals who are capable of helping us, and help them break through the gates of Ulduar!

I will go to Pandaria as fast as I can...I will convince them, but before I return, warn those mortals not to go too deep into Ulduar, the dark forces in it may be more terrifying than they imagined Some.

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The arrival of the mysterious and powerful demigods of the wilderness greatly boosted the confidence of the already high morale of the civilized coalition camp.

The commanders of the coalition forces specially held a simple welcome ceremony for these demigods from the wilderness who came from afar, watching those powerful beasts that only existed in myths and legends stepping gracefully, walking into themselves like gods. At the camp, the soldiers watching around let out bursts of loud cheers.

Especially when Agamaggan, the razor boar god who helped the coalition forces in the Battle of Silithus, appeared on the stage, the soldiers who participated in the Battle of Quicksand kept throwing the ribbons in the air in this way. Welcome to the return of Old Comrades.

The idea of ​​the mortal soldiers is very simple. The last time in the Great Desert of Silithus, it was Agamaggan who helped the mortal heroes kill the terrible ancient god C’Thun. This time in the Battle of Ulduar, they Maybe they have to face another terrifying evil god again, so with the help of Agamaggan again, this time the war may be able to survive without any danger.

However, they didn't know that Agamaggan's heart was beating up and down at this time... This simple and honest wild boar didn't think he could fight an ancient god head-on.

My family knew about my own affairs, but the problem was that in the current scene, Agamaggan was not allowed to tell everyone that secret...that would cause morale to collapse directly.

Moreover, the position of the wilderness demigods in Azeroth's natural belief world is a bit embarrassing to be honest.

The Cenarion Council has a deep relationship with them, but their resurrection is controlled by the Blightcaller Cult. Facing the differences and contradictions between the two druid sects, the demigods of the wilderness can only choose to be neutral and not favor any On the one hand, fortunately, the current Emerald Dream has also become much quieter due to the collapse of Nordrassil. The druids who can enter it are all masters with extremely high spell attainments, and the masters are also well-trained , This also prevents the belief disputes in this world from continuing into the Emerald Dreamland.

But if it continues like this, a belief war will inevitably break out between two different natural beliefs... At that time, no matter who wins or loses, the momentum of the vigorous development of the way of nature will be hit hard.

But it's also impossible...

The Wilderness Demigod is almost the last reinforcement in the civilized world of Azeroth to participate in the upcoming Ulduar War. A war against the city of Titans is about to start. The great lord who is studying the science of creation has also received news about the participation of the demigods in the wilderness.

This news was sent by Ansu's patriarch of the raptor druid, Miss Hisaly Black Crow, in the night, and it was mixed with Ansu's... small suggestions for this war.

Ah, traitors are terrible...

The great lord put down the obscure and complicated Titan language book in his hand, and opened Ansu's letter. He looked at Ansu's weird proposals, and he couldn't help saying:

What's the matter with this guy? I obviously didn't let it help me win over those demigods... This is, selling teammates and selling addiction... What a terrible crow.

but...

Tyrion put down the letter, he narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand and pinched his neck, and said in a low voice:

Ansu's suggestion is a bit interesting. How can death and death be the winner? To defeat the evil death, shouldn't the just life attack? No, no, no...not a direct confrontation , a trap!

Yes! One of my favorite traps!

Ms. Hela will definitely enjoy this party very much. I have found so many cute animal companions to make her happy. Shouldn't she feel happy?

The great lord's fingers circled the envelope, and a moment later, a perfect plan took shape in his mind. He leaned back on the chair, thought for a moment, then waved his hand to write a reply letter, and then whistled , a ghostly owl looming in the night, as graceful as a living creature carved from perfect emerald jade, appeared on his shoulder.

He fed a few fragments of soul stones to Moonclaw, an owl that has been domesticated for nearly ten years, and then tied the letter to the owl's leg, and patted Moonclaw on the head. The next moment, the owl was silent. Flying into the darkness, it disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

After finishing all this, the high lord picked up the obscure Titan language book at hand again, and began to frown to study the knowledge of creation... and in the corner of the laboratory behind him, there were piles of all kinds of bad steel The samples of the structure, those strange things seem to be a hundred times uglier than the most chaotic creations of ancient gods, like the corpses of a group of spineless soft-bodied creatures after the failure of evolution.

Just looking at it will make people feel the malice from the world...

But fortunately, the Great Lord is a person who is good at learning. In just a few days, he has been able to create a structure that can at least walk on two legs. In the field of creation, knowledge is power, and true knowledge can only be obtained through practice. , so now it is like this, reading at night and studying tirelessly... It really makes the great lord feel...

Happy Duck!