Tharelion Whiteclaw finally agreed to Tyrion's recruitment.
This is to be expected. Although most love stories about night elves are world-famous for infatuation, Serilion is definitely a rare seed of infatuation among night elves. His longing for his dead wife lasted for ten thousand years.
, the most terrible thing is that in these ten thousand years, because of this sad longing, Cerilion has no intention of doing anything.
Even in terms of obscure druid magic, in ten thousand years, no matter how poor your qualifications are, you will at least be able to get started. However, it is said that Mr. White Claw, who is extremely talented, is still just a trainee druid until now.
It was no longer a simple yearning. It was obvious that he loved his wife so much that after his wife died, a part of his soul also passed away with her. This is why Alleria felt that it was in vain.
The reason why Claw is so weird... In human terms, White Claw is already useless.
The emotion of true love sounds beautiful, but it is actually very extreme. After Tyrion made the guarantee, White Claw resolutely sold himself to Dark Blade without hesitation for too long, and then in good friends,
Under the escort of Alter Stantin, who is also one of Staghelm's best disciples, they quickly return towards the Dark Portal. They will pass through the Emerald Dream portal in the Twilight Forest and return to the Dark Coast as quickly as possible, bringing them with them.
Return Ananya's soul and body.
This process took about 3 days, but what was surprising was that the female druid Moyana chose to stay in the Dark Temple. Although until the end of the meeting, Moyana did not say that she was serving
What is the purpose of Staghelm's order to see Tyrion, but Tyrion, who is very familiar with old Staghelm's stories, can think of what she desires with his toes.
"You have traveled the vast distance between two worlds and narrowly escaped death to come to see us, just to help a trainee druid understand the knot in his heart?"
Alleria leaned in Tyrion's arms, stroking her husband's perfectly trimmed beard, and whispered:
"Are those druids taking us for fools?"
"They actually didn't lie, Alleria. They have already stated their purpose and want me to help them carry out a "perfect" resurrection."
Tyrion played with Alleria's dark golden hair and said softly:
"But not White Claw, you understand?"
"Poor White Claw is just a test subject. The trainee druid may not even realize that the deceased wife he misses is used to test whether the Dark Blade is really "perfect" for the resurrection of the dead, and only Ms. Moana has witnessed it.
Only after making sure that the resurrection of the dead has no sequelae will she reveal the true purpose of her trip... But in fact it is no longer necessary, I have already guessed what they want to do."
"So arrogant!"
Alleria rubbed Tyrion's chest to make herself lie more comfortable. She gritted her teeth and said:
"Those night elves, they always think so highly of themselves, but they always don't understand the situation. Now they are begging us!"
"I really admire the style of Staghelm's druids. When doing big things, they always have to be informal, and they also have the capital to be proud. Malfurion entered the long slumber of the druid, and the entire Cenarion Circle
There are only a few archdruids left here, and among them, Staghelm is the most prestigious leader."
Tyrion entangled Alleria's long hair around his fingers, and a light of thought flashed in his eyes:
"He is exactly the ally we need. Compared to the Eastern Continent, Kalimdor's power is too complex and mysterious. The combined power of human civilization cannot resist the night elves who have been recuperating for 10,000 years, but sooner or later we will have to step into
Go to that big land... Therefore, we need to make arrangements there in advance.”
"Conquer the Eastern Continent?"
Alleria turned over and sat on Tyrion. She lowered her head, looked into her husband's eyes, and asked:
"Including Quel'Thalas?"
"Yes, Quel'Thalas is a very important part."
Tyrion said bluntly. He reached out his hand and touched his wife's face. He comforted softly:
"But I will end the war there as quickly as possible without letting it feel too much pain. After all, our mother... she swore to defend it."
"Where is Sylvanas? You know she will not give up her responsibilities, and she will not hand over Quel'Thalas to you so easily."
Alleria said worriedly:
"She will stand opposite us and become our enemy."
"So, I will leave her to you, my love, and I know that you will defeat her for me, just like you have done countless times in the past."
Tyrion stretched out his arms and hugged Alleria and said in her ear:
"As you wish..."
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While the Lord and Queen of the Dark Blade were enjoying a brief moment of quiet solitude, in a corner of the Dark Temple, Moyana, who was walking quietly, was observing the floating fortress.
To be precise, she was using her unique perspective to observe the high-level death knights walking around.
As a high-level Druid who is proficient in healing spells, Moyana can easily see the energy circulation in any living being. As for life, it is just such a weird and ugly life, accompanied by their heartbeat and
The flow of blood and green vitality will always linger outside their bodies. It is the green color that symbolizes life and is also the embodiment of the natural power that the druids most admire.
But these high-level undead are just an exception. In Moyana's vision, the blood in the bodies of these undead is still flowing in the body under the influence of mysterious power, but their hearts are no longer beating. Those who have lost
As the vitality of blood flows, their body surface will be covered with a dark red halo, which is energy that is completely opposite to vitality and natural forces.
Cold and dead, it is extremely corrosive to life, but it has characteristics similar to vitality, that is, after being quickly consumed, it replenishes again with the flow of time.
For druids, to detect whether a life is powerful, you only need to observe the vitality it possesses, and this is also applicable to undead. The death energy contained in each undead's body determines what they can use in war.
The amount of power.
Moana secretly saw the death energy in the bodies of Alleria and Tyrion. The death energy of the Blood Matron was alienated, and it manifested itself in the form of sticky blood, while the death energy in Tyrion's body
It's even more exaggerated, it's like a dark ocean full of icy power...
"This is not the right way to build it! You have to tear it down and start over again!"
A slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the square ahead, interrupting Moyana's thoughts, and just when she was about to leave, she heard another voice.
"But Vanessa told me that this is how they all set up in Azeroth."
That was the voice of a little girl, using the common language of Azeroth, with a weird accent, but it made Moana pause her departure. She hesitated for a moment, and secretly reached out from her hiding place.
Turning her head, she saw Dornan squatting on the ground building a small house for her little pet, and Death Lord Yrel sitting next to her to help.
The lively little raven was standing on Dornan's shoulder, flapping its little wings from time to time, and at the little girl's feet, there was a sleepy Frost Hatchling, and Dornan
Just like a chicken protecting its nest, he stood stubbornly in front of the pet nest he was about to build, angrily preventing Yrel from demolishing it.
The two hoof sisters, one big and one small, were arguing endlessly. It looked like sisters quarreling. But in Moyana's eyes, she could easily see the truth. Yrel's body was filled with a shocking amount of blood.
of death energy, and Dornan's body contains a greater vitality than ordinary children. The vitality is more active than ordinary life, showing that this child has considerable talent.
"You are a Draenei, little girl. You must learn the excellent architectural art of the Draenei."
Yrel rolled his eyes and said to Dornan calmly:
"Can a house that is not decorated with gems, is not made of stone, and does not have spar lamps and reliefs, really be habitable? Well, even if it is for pets, it is the same. At most, we can reduce the number of gems inlaid...
By the way, why didn't your good friend Vanessa come to help you? Did you have a fight? "
"No, Vanessa was picked up by Brother Crow to visit her father. She will be back this afternoon."
As Dornan spoke, he watched a beautiful pet house inlaid with gems being built in Yrel's nimble fingers. The Death Lord finished his work of art and said casually:
"How can you call me brother Crow? That old guy has been dead for 600 years. He is older than me. If you call me sister, you have to call him uncle, uncle, or just call him Crow."
Ten minutes later, the Death Lord looked at Dornan dragging the Frost Hatchling around. She shook her head, swung her tail and left the square. She was back on vacation. In a few days, she would be a
The frontline commander has left for Khaz Modan.
While passing through the streets on the edge of the square, Yrel suddenly heard a voice coming from behind:
"You...you are different from other death lords."
"Of course I'm different."
Yrel calmly clenched the hilt of the sword at her waist. She turned around and looked at Moyana: "I am one of the two strongest among the lords... who are you? Night Elf,
I've never seen you!"
"My name is Moana, a druid."
Moana looked at Yirel, especially the various emotions shining in her flexible eyes. She looked at Yirel curiously:
"Can you tell me your story? How do you retain your emotions? If I hadn't been able to see through the surface, I would have thought that you are just like a living person!"
"Okay, I'll take this as a compliment for now."
Yrel took a step back and looked at Moana up and down with critical eyes. After a moment, she turned to look at the empty air around her and asked softly:
"Do you think she can be trusted?"
"Of course she can't be trusted! No living person can be trusted!"
The green figure of the Draenei banshee slowly appeared next to Yrel, with Samaroo on her hips. This ghost hoof girl was wearing a set of warlock robes. Her slender tail was constantly swinging behind her. She carried it with her
Staring at Moyana with malicious eyes, she screamed:
"She has been observing you for at least 20 minutes! Stupid Yirel, when you were playing with Dornan, she was watching you secretly, and now she is pretending to meet you by chance. She wants to know your secrets and spy on us.
Secrets and weaknesses, and then kill us in a cunning murder, like something out of The Wizard of Oz, oh my God, that's scary! But she thought she could hide it from me... Let's kill her,
Yrel! Tyrion will reward us for this!"
"Well..."
Yirel rubbed his forehead with a headache and whispered to his evil twin:
"Please, Samaro, can you watch less human drama? Your already empty mind is almost burned out by those stupid stories."
It was probably the accusation made by the stranger before that made the ghost warlock Samaro feel ashamed. In short, she glared at Moyana fiercely, and then quietly disappeared next to Yrel again. The Death Lord shrugged.
He shrugged, pointed to the seat next to him, and said to Moyana:
"Don't worry about Samaro's suspicions. Although she likes to torture her enemies, likes to watch them burn to death in the fire, and likes to take away other people's most important things for fun, I know that she is actually a good girl.
, you want to know my story? Well, it’s not too long anyway, and I have enough time, so let’s talk about it.”
Yirel swung her tail and sat on the chair. She glanced at Moana, with a hint of cunning in her eyes:
"But in exchange, you have to tell me your story."
Moana hesitated for a moment. She looked at Yrel in front of her. This weird Draenei death knight was the most perfect undead in her imagination. He had his own wisdom, complete reason, and complete emotions.
If her husband can become like this after being resurrected...that would be...perfect.
It's night, in the rooftop palace at the highest point of the Dark Temple.
Moana's lonely figure appeared in front of Tyrion. The Dark Blade King sitting on the throne looked at her calmly. The Druid took a deep breath. She raised her head and said to Tyrion:
"I no longer have any doubts."
"I don't hesitate anymore."
"I have seen the most perfect "resurrection" in my imagination, and confirmed it myself... At this moment, His Majesty Tyrion Dawnblade, on behalf of my father Fandral Staghelm, I request you
, help us resurrect our lost loved ones... my husband, the father of my children, my father's son... Valstein, the love of my life."
The senior druid half-knelt on the ground, lowered her head and said sincerely:
"For this, I am willing to give everything I have, and I am willing to hand over my loyalty to the Dark Blade."
Well... the last picture had 2 people and 3 people, because I designed it for 2 people, but then I thought of White Claw and added it in. I didn't pay attention when I revised it. Anyway, don't complain about my math, brothers and sisters.