The Cenarion Circle is an organization of druids. It has a long history and has existed since the Elf Empire. Later, Cenarius, the God of the Forest, taught the ways of the druids to the night elves, thus establishing the Druid faction.
starting point.
There are also branches within the Druids, and occasionally there will be disputes over the true meaning of the Druid's way, but in most cases, such disputes will only remain at the verbal level, as part of the way of nature.
, the druids do not preach struggle, and are very harmonious among themselves. In addition, 90% of the members of this organization are immortal night elves, which leads to this huge organization's reaction when facing unexpected events.
It will be a little...sluggish.
This is natural and normal.
The immortal night elves are truly immortal species. They will not age suddenly over a long period of time, and they will not die as long as they have a reason. Therefore, time is equivalent to losing its meaning to them. When a race collectively loses
What changes will happen to the concept of time?
Their pace of life will become very, very slow, and they will spend all their personal energy on things of personal interest. Their individual emotions will become lazy and peaceful, and the connections between individuals of the entire race will also become weak.
, the centripetal force of civilization will be very loose. Based on common beliefs, the Kaldorei civilized society still maintains a certain vitality, but compared to the short-lived species and their compatriots, the high elves, these long-eared, purple-skinned forest elves
Each of us can be called a "big slacker".
The profession of Druid is very special. After reaching a certain level, they must use the connection between the real world and the dream to enter the mysterious and huge Emerald Dream and continue to understand the essence of the way of nature. This kind of "dreaming"
The form, to ordinary people, is similar to "sleeping". Well, in fact, when the druids communicate with the Emerald Dream, they are indeed sleeping.
Therefore, we can say with certainty that the Cenarion Circle is a huge organization, a powerful and well-hidden organization, but in fact, it is also a loose organization and an organization that lacks cohesion.
In the past years, there were not no druids who left the Cenarion Circle, but those were low-level druids who were lured by other forces. Great druids like Fandral Staghelm left the organization. In the past,
In the years, it only happened once... In the Battle of Satyr 9,000 years ago, in order to fight against the devil, the great druid Laral Fangfire took the risk of absorbing the power of the wolf spirit Goldrinn and became crazy.
Afterwards, he was imprisoned by Malfurion in a certain demiplane of the Emerald Dream, which was equivalent to being forcibly expelled from the Cenarion Circle.
But Staghelm left on his own initiative... This was not the same as the situation with Fangfire. When this situation occurred, all the great druids, including Malfurion, did not know how to face it.
, and the inaction of the higher-ups directly led to the news that Staghelm had left the Council, spreading throughout Mount Hyjal in less than a day.
While Malfurion was sleeping, Fandral Staghelm, who was deeply trusted by Malfurion, had been one of the controllers of the Cenarion Circle. Therefore, this news, like a bolt from the blue, caused the entire Mount Hyjal to boil.
, both the druids and the night elf civilians felt the smell of an approaching storm.
So...as the protagonist of the incident, Fandral Staghelm brazenly left the Cenarion Circle, and left Mount Hyjal in full view of the public. Where did he go?
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"Wow, wow"
Moana Staghelm, escorted by two tall forest elf druids, quickly passed through the "Sleeping Place", which was set up by the Blighter for the novice apprentices in the Emerald Dream of Drustvar.
In the study area, tables and chairs made of vines and dens with overgrown trees were scattered on both sides of the road. As Moyana moved forward, apprentices on both sides of the road kept bending down to pay tribute to the Patriarch.
Yes, under the guise of the harmless "High-level Druid of the Cenarion Circle", Moana has another identity. She is the patriarch of the Wither Sect, blessed by the Seed of Life.
Druid.
Several years have passed since the establishment of the Wither Sect. This small sect has also transformed from a secret order composed of a few people into one of the most powerful forces on the island of Kul Tiras, especially
After the great druids of the Blighters used the energy of the mature Seed of Life to purify the Emerald Dream on the island, the development of the Blighters has been rapid.
Unlike the conservative Cenarion Circle, the Wither Druids treat all races equally. As long as they can appreciate the power of life and respect life and nature enough, they can be absorbed into the Wither.
In today's Drustvar, in this dreamland filled with vigorous life force, you can see not only the night elf druids, but also some local human druids, including those from Draenor.
There are a few arakkoa and tiger druids, wolfwalker druids from Gilneas, even quilboar druids who have always been regarded as savage and ignorant creatures, and a few rare tauren druids.
But this kind of eclectic absorption has given the increasingly large Withermen faction a somewhat mixed feeling.
This is normal. After all, this is a new organization full of vitality. It has not experienced too many tests, and there are also some guys who are just here for strength.
"Patriarch! Welcome."
On the side of the road leading to the "Tower of Life and Death", the core area of the Emerald Dream in Drustvar, Austin, the Harvest Wizard of the Wither, the Archdruid, is waiting for the arrival of the Patriarch. He bows slightly to Moana.
body, and then said softly:
"Teacher Staghelm is waiting for you. He is currently in the Tower of Life and Death, discussing some...issues about doctrine with the Archdruid of Fangfire."
"Um"
Moyana nodded. She entered here in the form of a dream. Her body was still resting in the territory of the Human Empire. She followed the Harvest Wizard all the way forward. She asked softly:
"Why did my father come here suddenly? Hasn't he always been unwilling to abandon his old-fashioned companions? He is still a veteran of the Cenarion Circle, and he still has feelings for that decadent organization."
Hearing Moyana's question, the Harvest Wizard shrugged. He looked at the tall tower made of intertwined vines in front of him, and looked at the natural power escaping around those towers. He said:
"Malfurion rejected the mentor's request to unite humans and start a war with the Qiraji. That soft-eared guy broke the mentor's heart... This time, mentor Staghelm has probably already contacted the Cenarion Circle.
After a complete break, he will become an important force in the rise of the Wither, or... he will bring us the future!"
"Well, I hope my father has really made up his mind this time, and the matter of Valstein can no longer be delayed."
Moyana untied her hood, and as her fingers danced, an ancient thornwood cane appeared in her hand. The cane tapped the ground twice. The tower of life and death in front of her was surrounded by vines.
Then she opened it quietly. Before stepping into the tower, Moyana turned back and said to the Harvest Wizard:
"Austin, go get ready... I will persuade my father to help us call the demigod spirit. After that, the Wither will soon appear on the world stage in a gorgeous appearance. This is the truth of life and death.
To reveal the future, we must be perfect!”
"It will be as you wish."
The Harvest Wizard took the order and left. Behind him, Moyana closed her eyes and pondered for a moment, then took steps and stepped into the high tower reorganized by the vines stimulated by the seeds of life. This building was built on
The high towers in Drustvar's closed Emerald Dream are filled with vitality unimaginable by the outside world. They have even formed star-like points of light, entwining around the high towers. They look truly beautiful and spectacular.
"The core of life and death lies in the soul. The decay of the body is just a part of life and death. It is not the beginning or the end. It is just a process. In this process, the immortality of the soul means that the cycle continues, and the damage of the soul means that the cycle continues.
Life and death have been separated, and the withered ones do not value the strength of the body. What we really care about is the integration of the soul and nature... This is much better than the Cenarion Circle's idea of conforming to nature and respecting nature."
A hoarse voice sounded in the hall in front of Moyana. It sounded like the voice of Master Laral Fangfire. It was the Wolfwalker Druid who was exiled 9,000 years ago and was removed from the army during the Battle of Northern Xinjiang.
Released in the Emerald Dream, after being injected with a large dose of Moonlight Herbal Medicine, he finally woke up from the violent power of the wolf spirit. Now, Master Fangfire is one of the great druids of the Wither. What he is best at is,
It is a werewolf transformation and a unique giant wolf form.
That is a special form that traditional druids cannot master.
"Soul? Therefore, the origin of your new teachings is that you should not blindly follow nature, but integrate your soul with nature. When necessary, you will also take action to calm the ups and downs of nature, and even plan for nature.
The way forward? But in doing so, wouldn’t it violate the foundation of nature?”
The second voice sounded very familiar to Moana. It was none other than her and her husband Valstann's father, the Archdruid Fandral Staghelm. After hearing his father's question about Master Fangfire, the Blighter
The high priest coughed lightly, then stepped into the hall with a wooden stick. She looked at her father who looked a little weathered and said seriously:
"So, Master Staghelm, what is the basis of nature's way? Is it the coexistence advocated by the Cenarion Circle? Or is it the tenacity and stubbornness like seeds that pierce the earth? Is it the greed that grows unchecked and eventually spreads across the entire farmland?
Or is it the autumn wind blowing through the forest and the fallen leaves drifting away from the tree trunks?"
"All of this is the way of nature... The Cenarion Council just added an annotation to the way of nature according to its own understanding, but believe me, that is not correct, let alone the truth, and not everything that exists in the world
All life is reasonable, and not all dead life should be eliminated. In the eyes of the Wither, the definition of the way of nature is "evolution", endless evolution, and the co-evolution of life and nature."
"Like wild bears, we feel strength from our faith."
"Like cheetahs, we sense the wildness in the pursuit."
"Like the raven, we learn freedom from our souls."
"The ability of the wither does not come from awe of nature and boring repetition of nature's ways, but from a soul that never yields and never stops moving forward. We draw the power of self-evolution from nature, and then use it to
This power protects the nature we love and punishes those who disrupt the cycle of life and death..."
Moana looked at her father and said in a deep voice:
"Just like the Qiraji...evil beings that should never have appeared in this world in the first place!"
Lu Helmet's expression became serious at this moment. He looked at his relatives, the woman who called him "father", his son's wife, and his granddaughter's mother. He looked at Moya in front of him with careful eyes.
Na, before he noticed, his relatives had gone too far on the other path of nature.
The Great Druid of the Wolf Walker, who was originally arguing with Staghelm about doctrine, had quietly left at some point, leaving the occasion to this relative whom he had not seen for a long time. Under Staghelm's silent gaze, Moyana whispered:
"Father, I don't want to wait any longer...Vastein, his soul has been lost in the darkness for too long, we have to find him."
"Save my husband, your son and Istaria's father, save the family member who is the most important to both of us...and then use this rescue as a starting point to protect and balance the disputes in this world!"
The Wither Patriarch took a step forward. She looked at her father and Staghelm, who had just broken with the Cenarion Circle, and she said:
"I also don't want to miss my revenge against the worm-pulling people, and I don't want to miss the first step of the Blighter to balance the world... The Cenarion Circle cannot bear the responsibility of truly communicating with this planet. We can only do it ourselves.
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"Are you willing to join me? Father... work with me to save Valstann. I know that you are in the same pain as me, no, you are in more pain than me. Your love for Valstann is not even a little less than mine.
, you will not hate their worm pullers any less than I do, join the wither, father, believe me, this place is more suitable for you than the Cenarion Circle."
"Just think it's for Valstein!"
Under Moyana's gaze, Lu Kai took a deep breath. He raised his head, and a trace of pain flashed across his face full of vicissitudes. He stretched out his hand with some difficulty and took the handover from Moyana.
wattle stick, and then allowed the weird and majestic power of life to flow into his body. At the moment when he was wrapped in a green light curtain, he closed his eyes and whispered:
