"There are always some young druids who ask a weird question."
The archdruid Staghelm sat on his stone chair in his bright den and said to his daughter-in-law:
"They will say, why can the Kaldorei feel the greatness of nature and give birth to the sacred profession of druid, then why can't other races feel the greatness of nature? For example, humans who breed on another continent...
But is it true that no Druids were born to humans?”
Staghelit shook his head:
"Humanity had druids, and they once developed and grew. However, their relationship with the Cenarion Circle was very complicated. In many cases, they did not recognize themselves as members of the Cenarion Circle, but this is also natural.
, because we did not lend a helping hand when they were almost destroyed."
"Why didn't I know?"
Moana asked:
"When was that?"
"Listen to me slowly, Moyana, you are taking a dangerous path, and that has been proven to be wrong."
The archdruid poured himself a glass of fruit wine, took a sip, and then fell into memories:
"The Druid heritage of the Night Elves originated from Cenarius, the King of the Forest. You know his story very well. He is one of the demigods of the wilderness, the demigod who is most willing to deal with living creatures, but the civilization inspired by the great Cenarius
The night elves were not the only ones. During a journey thousands of years ago, on an island in the eastern continent, he also inspired some special humans... They seemed to be still in the process of biological degradation.
It was so confusing that a war broke out."
"The King of the Forest couldn't bear to see the loss of life, so he passed on the natural magic of the druids to them, and then continued his journey. Those humans did not let down the King of the Forest, probably because the environment is different from ours.
, the customs of those human druids are also different from ours. They called themselves Drust, decorated themselves with trees and dead bones, and were committed to maintaining the balance of the island where they lived...the balance of life and death.
"
Deer Helmet glanced at his daughter-in-law and emphasized his tone:
"But those Drust eventually went astray. They were once able to enter the sacred Emerald Dream, and even built an imaginary resting place for those lost souls on the edge of that sacred world. But just because
Indulging in the study of souls, coupled with the pull of some dark forces that we cannot understand, in short, the leader of the Drust, the outstanding human archdruid Golak Tull, finally used the power of nature to
On top of the massacre of our compatriots.”
"He longed for more souls to reveal the secrets and wars he wanted that he could not understand. A war finally broke out on that island between humans and human druids. There were also divisions within the Drust, and some
The human druids who called themselves the Whisperers of Thorns were eager to return to their faith in nature. In addition, humans at that time developed methods to deal with the dark power of Drust. Those human druids who took the wrong path eventually failed because of this.
Disappeared."
The Archdruid drank the fruit wine in his hand and looked at his daughter-in-law worriedly:
"Moyana, I don't know where you found these plants with weird vitality, but listen to me, I don't prohibit you from continuing to study these creatures, but the teaching of "the balance of life and death" cannot appear again.
, otherwise you will be regarded as the source of turmoil by other archdruids who know the disaster of Drust... History has proven that this kind of teaching you insist on will not work! Any field involving the soul is not mine.
It's time for mortals to intervene."
"That's because those human druids are just imagining it!"
Moana waved the seed tentacles in her hand, and she retorted:
"But I am different! I heard its will, I saw it with my own eyes, father, listen to me, that is what I saw with my own eyes, it belongs to the other side of nature and life! That is the power of anger, that is.
..”
"Enough!"
Deer Helmet interrupted Moana's explanation arrogantly. He looked at his relatives seriously and said in a deep voice:
"You have indulged too deeply in deviant teachings. It was a mistake to send you out this time! The undead are not worthy of trust. They have tampered with your thinking. They..."
"No! Father, calm down."
After hearing Shik Helmet's accusation, Moyana seemed to have truly calmed down. She put the seed tentacles in her hands, took a deep breath, and said to Shik Helmet:
"Father, put aside the doctrinal disputes. This time I went to Draenor. I saw it. I saw the future we have been longing for. I saw the perfect resurrected undead. Apart from the difference between life and death, she
Almost exactly like a living person, with a complete soul, complete emotions, complete memories, complete freedom... The undead really have a way to help Vastan, as long as we can retrieve his soul! I saw it with my own eyes
,Father! You know how much I love Vastan, just as much as you love him."
"Um?"
A flash of light burst out in Lu Helmet's eyes. He couldn't help but clenched his fists and asked again:
"Really? Moana, did you really see it with your own eyes?"
"White Claw!"
Moyana said confidently:
"White Claw and his wife Anaya, who has been dead for ten thousand years, will return to Darkshore soon. You can confirm it yourself."
"good!"
Deer Helmet excitedly circled in the den. After a moment, he turned to look south and said softly:
"Then it seems... I'm going to find an opportunity to go to Silithus again. This time, I will definitely bring my son back!"
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"Nature is crying..."
In the jungle in the southern part of Stranglethorn Valley, the Harvest Wizard Oort stroked the tree stump under his feet with an ugly expression. In front of his eyes, the felled trees were almost connected together, which made this originally lush forest look like the hair of a bald man.
Just like that, a piece was ruthlessly cut off, making it look very ugly.
Oort looked at these wooden piles, and in his ears he seemed to hear the screams of these trees when they were chopped down. He heard the sound of the steel ax cutting into the trees, and he heard the sound of the natural being being cut down.
The helpless sobs of destruction.
Under the hillside in front of him, a new troll village was slowly forming. The Bloodring Orcs who originally hid in Stranglethorn Vale and competed with the trolls here for control of Stranglethorn Vale have migrated to Kalimdor.
, the power gap they left was quickly filled by trolls and goblins who had been trying to occupy the entire Stranglethorn Vale.
Fights will break out between the two sides from time to time, so whether it is the trolls or the goblins of the venture capital company, they are frantically preparing for war, and wood... wood is a very important strategic material, whether it is the trolls holding sharp axes and saws, or the goblins holding sharp axes and saws.
The goblins who drive woodcutters have been frantically cutting down all the available trees recently.
In fact, when it comes to logging, the trolls who live here in a tribal system are barely "restrained". They know that if the trees are cut down, the trolls will no longer be able to hide themselves in the jungle, but the goblins of the venture capital company
He looked completely indifferent. More than a year ago, a catastrophe broke out in Booty Bay. In that disaster, venture capital companies were squeezed out of the bay. These goblins who only have money in their eyes could not even dream of it.
I want to return to Stranglethorn Vale.
Because there are a lot of crude oil resources buried here, and now, after the orcs have evacuated, the eager goblins of the venture capital company have seized the opportunity and established their own mining sites and logging sites in the southern part of Stranglethorn Valley, making almost
Soft-handed.
And because drilling rigs and equipment for extracting crude oil are working day and night, noisy sounds and black smoke rise into the air, making Stranglethorn Valley, which used to have a wild beauty, become like a ghost.
The two sides who are hostile to each other do not know that a arrogant, powerful and unique third party has quietly joined the chaos in Stranglethorn Valley.
"The air is filled with a disgusting stench! Arrogant and greedy beings put their own selfish interests above the balance of nature. It's disgusting! It's so ugly!"
The flames in Ort's eyes burned more and more fiercely. He raised the thorn staff in his hand. The forest elf druids following him slowly walked out of the dense forest, and their eyes seemed to be burning with anger.
Obviously, the trolls and goblins' massive deforestation has angered these most primitive and stubborn nature walkers.
"I can't feel peace in this forest! Brothers, I can't feel the beauty of nature!"
The Harvest Wizard roared and tore off the gray cloak on his body. In his roar, the forest elves placed the "sacred objects" they carried with them on the chopped wood piles at their feet, and behind them, the
The entire lush forest was swaying crazily.
"The goblins and trolls must pay for their destructive acts! They must bleed, and they must atone for their sins! Starting now!"
The leader of the Blighter roared for war, and the forest elves behind him became even more crazy. They came to a new world, and the life energy contained in this new world was more than ten times more powerful than Draenor. This initially made
The forest elves were very excited, but now, these simple plant life have seen with their own eyes that this world is not peaceful. The creatures in this world are just like the demon-blooded orcs in the past, who do not know how to respect nature.
Once, facing the savage orcs, they failed in the war to protect their forest, but now, with new power, the forest elves will no longer suffer a humiliating defeat!
"Summon the thorn beast and the piranha!"
The halo of a greater transformation spell enveloped the Harvest Wizard. After he completed the transformation into the leopard form, what appeared in front of everyone was not only the lifelike black night saber, but also the ferocious beast.
Wearing thick wooden armor, carved with coats of arms representing the power of nature.
This is a powerful force endowed by a heavier and more savage nature. His claws are covered with wooden claw sheaths that are as sharp and strong as steel, and the cheetah's face is covered with a ferocious bone mask.
, the blood-red eyes shining under the mask made this beast look like it had walked from hell.
“We are the embodiment of wild nature!”
"The era when destruction has no price has passed. The painful and wailful anger and unwillingness will be executed by our own hands! Double repayment!"
"Buzz"
The white-bone cheetah wearing armor jumped forward, disappearing into the shadows under the sun like a ghost. His voice rang in the ears of the forest elves:
"Destroy the troll villages, burn the goblin factories, drive them away! Whip them! Finally kill them! Revenge for the destroyed nature..."
"revenge!"
The wood elves have not yet learned the complex Common Tongue of Azeroth, but the word revenge shouted by the Harvest Wizard at the top of their lungs was engraved in their hearts. Soon, the first batch of armed wood elf druids changed.
The plant beasts savagely rushed into the troll village at the front, and it only took them 10 minutes to completely destroy the village.
It was like a dark green turbid current that submerged everything. Wherever they went, the bodies of the slaughtered trolls were pierced by savagely growing vines, and their blood was drained away, turning the color of the land into
An unknown dark red.
The experience of the goblins was even worse. Before the venture capital company could react, three savage thorn beasts brandished huge wooden weapons and rushed into the goblins' crude oil factory like siege chariots.
The villains of the venture capital company were deceived at first, but after they came to their senses, they were unwilling to surrender. They ignited precious oil and used fire to build an isolation zone.
As the oil burned, uglier black smoke rose in the forest. This scene further angered the forest elves. Under extreme anger, these forest elves used the roots given by Draenor's seed of life to activate
Seeing all the forests around the factory, looking at the giant black trees that had grown legs, walked on the ground, and roared, the goblins' last resistance was crushed.
"Surrender! We surrender! Don't kill us!"
The foreman of the venture capital company wore a gas mask and struggled to wave a white flag in the smoke. He walked out from the surroundings of the activated trees with a dozen dejected goblins, and threw his weapons at the feet of the forest elves.
This move seemed to be understood by the forest elves. For a moment, the trees and the thorn beasts that were ignited by the explosion stopped attacking.
The goblin foreman took off his gas mask and looked at the tall forest elf elder in dark green robes with a hint of flattery. The latter looked at him indifferently with plant-evolved eyes and took a step forward before the goblin foreman.
At the same moment, the sharp wooden spear in the elder Lin Jing's hand stabbed out fiercely, piercing the heart of the goblin in front of him, and then arbitrarily lifted his body high.
Like waving a big flag of flesh and blood, amidst the blood of the goblins and the dying howls, the vague shouts of the forest elf elders rang out in the fire field, and you could vaguely hear the terrifying voice of the elder.
