Life has many different manifestations, from docile kittens to ferocious crocodiles, from bacteria invisible to the human eye, to birds that roar and migrate to occupy the sky, and even grass, numbers, and forests that cannot speak.
Let your feet trample you, let the wildfire rise and burn everything.
Will life be angry?
meeting!
But in most cases, humble beings can only bear all this silently.
In terms of doctrinal research, the Druids, the most steadfast practitioners of the way of life and nature, are actually unable to determine whether there is another form of gentle life.
The side that is completely different from the docile foundation that supports the entire world system, the side that appears as a destroyer or punisher... The destructive life, with instinctive devouring, assimilation and plunder, will eventually deform everything.
All lives are wiped out, leaving only the most original foundation, allowing a new season of civilization to grow again on the ruins of the old world, and then hoping that it will be a civilization that maintains an incomparable respect for life...
If they are not, then the green tide of angry life and destruction will rise from beneath the surface.
It is a very bold and arrogant fantasy, but in Mount Hyjal and in the Cenarion Circle, most druids think that this is fantasy and crazy nonsense. At least in Azeroth, everything is natural.
The origin exists in a gentle and decent state.
Nordrassil, the world tree that protects the night elves in immortality, is the best embodiment of this gentle side of life.
"But now, we've seen it."
Moyana stood by the pool in the Evermore Jungle. She stretched out her hand and stroked the vines growing in the water behind her. Behind her was the high-level Druid Alter Stanting with a dull look on his face. In his dull eyes,
, the seeds of life in front of you, entangled and protected by running water, vines and steel, are still "breathing" according to the mysterious frequency. In the rhythm of the pool water, every breath will make the life energy in this magical forest become larger.
, heavier.
"Represents the seed of angry nature. Perhaps its ancestors tried to reshape this small world with plant life, but for some reason we don't know, the conquest of this plant failed. Instead, it fought with Azerra
The exact same life of flesh and blood.”
Moana said in a sincere voice:
"But you can also feel that, Stantin, it is here, it is reviving, and one day, it will resume the mission of its ancestors and make the world return to green reshaping and tranquility again...itself
It is another manifestation of life and nature."
"This is another interpretation that is completely different from our gentle natural force. It is full of violence, devouring, killing and reshaping will. Even if it has not yet awakened, that wild will forces the surrounding plants to evolve into its own.
"Soldiers," its "advance troops."
Moyana raised her hand, and with this movement, the forest elf elders raised their hands made of plants with sincere faces. Druid magic is so in tune with these plant life, and they have great interest in this kind of magic based on natural balance.
The learning speed is simply rapid. In the hands made of plants, rich dark green energy dances at the fingertips.
Under the feet of those forest elves, vines covered with sharp barbs grew rapidly, entangled in their hands, and formed their weapons. The fallen leaves flying in the air were also endowed with some kind of angry power, transforming into
It is as strong as steel, sharp, and full of destruction.
Moyana stretched out her hand, and a fallen leaf fell into her hand. As the life energy in her body grew and entangled, the fallen leaf weathered rapidly. After a moment, strange creatures similar to a swarm of insects flew into the air.
But the next moment, it grew crazily due to the loss of control, and then turned into black ashes like weathering, falling on the earth.
"I feel its will, it's calling me..."
Moyana murmured to herself and looked back at the rhythmic water. She whispered:
"It is calling me, making me its most noble messenger, and it will give me supreme power... It is no longer the powerless gentleness, but the true anger hidden under the mask of life.
Of...devouring, and rebirth!”
"What on earth are you talking about? Moyana, wake up quickly!"
The high-level druid Alter Stantin shouted behind Moyana. He stretched out his hand to wake up his friend who was obviously captured by the strange seed. As the high-level druid Staghelm, he was the most outstanding.
As a disciple, this druid can easily feel the evil spirit of this ghost place. Although it is filled with life energy that the druids cannot let go of, these seemingly harmless things can be picked at will.
Who knows what dangers are hidden in the energy.
What they faced was a seed of life that was born with the will of the ancients. It was far from a terrifying secret that druids of their level should be exposed to.
But the moment his fingers touched Moyana's shoulder, an angry roar made Oort turn around, and he saw a head covered with intertwined plants under the summons of the forest spirit druids.
A huge thing composed of vines and vines slowly walked out of the jungle of Evergreen Woodland.
It was like a giant mammoth. It even had long wooden tusks like ivory, four huge hooves that steadily supported the body, and a humanoid upper body. Its thick arms made of vines were in the air.
Waving, surrounded by heavy green light, a giant oak long-bladed battle ax appeared in the hands of the giant beast.
There is no wisdom in its green eyes, only the light of violence shines. This is one of the most dangerous lives in Draenor. In the former Faralon Plains, the undead fought against such monsters.
Thorn beasts are the most powerful war weapons that can be spawned by the source of life in Draenor. Their most powerful ones can even confront Gronn head-on. But now, under the cheers of the forest elves, this kind of war weapon has been
The extinct plant beasts once again appeared on the land of Draenor.
Behind the dark green thorn beast, the oldest giant trees in the Yongmao Woodland, which have experienced countless years, also slowly began to move, just like a ritual, in front of the forest elves holding wooden weapons.
Amid the cheers of the crowd, the branches of a huge banyan tree moved slowly, its trunk began to twist, forming thick legs, and the leaves on the top of it swayed like hair.
Finally, it opened its eyes, which were a pair of green eyes with the light of cold wisdom flowing through them.
An ancient tree!
Ancient trees are ancient tree people. These strange creatures are very common in the druid gathering area of Mount Hyjal.
They have generally lived for an extremely long time and possess profound wisdom. When druids encounter difficult problems, they often turn to the ancient trees of wisdom for answers. When the lives of elves are threatened,
Sometimes, the powerful ancient war tree will also wake up and join the battle.
But the birth of every ancient tree is difficult. The life form of plants makes it difficult for them to give birth to real wisdom. Even in Mount Hyjal, which has the most life energy in Azeroth, the number of ancient trees is very few.
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Ort has never seen the process of awakening an ancient tree be so simple... In front of his eyes, nourished by unimaginable vitality, one ancient tree after another walked out of the darkness of the everlasting forest, and there were
Those thorn beasts that represented tyranny and violence, those awakened forest spirits, and soon, the entire Evermao Woodland poolside was filled with these living "plants".
This scene that should have been noisy was very quiet. The forest elves looked at Alter Stantin quietly, as if waiting for him to make a decision.
That emotionless look made the high-level druid feel threatened...an indescribable danger.
"Moyana, tell me, what's going on? Have you been brainwashed in just two days? Or are you planning to kill me here?"
Ort clenched the thorn staff in his hand, and the spells from the traditional druids were entangled around his body, but in front of him, Moyana, this should be his best friend, his best friend.
His brother's wife looked at him with pity.
"Alt, my most trusted friend, didn't you hear?"
Moyana opened her arms, and in Alter's horrified eyes, he saw the floating of the mysterious water behind her. The vines slowly floated in the whisper of a certain will, like a twisted multi-headed snake.
Similarly, when those wet vines were placed on Moyana's shoulders and body, those vines quickly fell off from the main body, and they became dry and shaped by the vitality.
After a moment, a set of mysterious and barbaric wooden armor appeared on Moyana's body. On the top of her head, there was a wooden crown of thorns, and she stretched out her hand and held the wooden armor in front of her.
A slender vine, in the shining of dark green vitality, quickly turned into a simple staff with a shining halo.
"My friend, I am sharing the truth with you!"
Moyana took a step forward. The most noble elders of the forest elves knelt respectfully on the ground, kneeling to the new priest of the "God of Life and Nature" they believed in. Moyana accepted it calmly.
In order to kneel down and worship like this, surrounded by thousands of forest spirits, the staff in her hand tapped lightly on the ground:
"In the past few days, I listened to its will. When it was on the verge of death, it was the undead spirits who took it out of the tombs of its ancestors, and it was the undead spirits who provided it with enough nutrients..."
"The undead are trustworthy! And the undead are an important part!"
"We were wrong, my friend. Our understanding of nature was too superficial."
Moyana sighed. She was like the great druids, speaking obscure and incomprehensible words:
"The balance between life and death is the balance of nature, and it is a sacred commandment that cannot be broken! The undead represent death, fall, and withering, and we, the agents of the will of life, must survive withering and rebirth.
Abide by and maintain this sacred commandment!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Alter had already sensed that something was wrong. The Moyana in front of him was obviously... controlled by some damn thing, or even more terrifying, the soul under her body might have been replaced.
Thinking of this, the high-level druid no longer hesitated. The light of transformation flowed on his body. In less than a second, a black crow soared into the sky, trying to break through the shackles of Yongmao Woodland, but before he could
Flying into the air, the leaves above the entire jungle began to dance crazily, and the leaves intertwined in the air like flying knives to form a green hell.
Blood and black feathers fell from the air, and then Oort's bloody body fell to the ground. These plants did not want his life, but they used some weird toxin to cut off his control of the body.
, leaving him lying helplessly on the ground, like a prisoner waiting for death to come.
"Druids draw power from nature and call themselves the guardians of nature, but they are wrong, and we are wrong."
Moyana stood in front of Alter, who couldn't even speak. She looked at her friend with a hint of loss:
"I am very awake. No one is forcing me to change my thinking. I am more awake than ever. Alter, we were wrong! What nature needs is not protection. Nature has enough power to protect itself. What it needs is...
Awe, what it needs is punishment! Punishment for those flesh and blood creatures who do not respect nature!"
"Only bleeding can feel pain, and only pain can make people think deeply...The balance of life and death cannot be broken, but Azeroth cannot understand it. The world that has always lived in illusory peace cannot understand the order.
It’s important, Tyrion is working hard to make them learn to abide by order, we, we must help him achieve this great goal.”
She bent down, picked up her friend with one hand, and threw him into the pool behind her. Watching Alter struggling in the life-filled water, she said softly with a compassionate expression:
"That ignorant world needs blood, it feels pain, and only pain can make it respect nature... Feel the truth, my friend."
"Bang"
The wooden staff in Moyana's hand hit the ground hard, and her voice became higher and higher. At the last moment, it was entangled with the special rhythm rippling in the jungle.
"Feeling and maintaining this balance, this is our mission!"
