In the underground secret room of the Great Conference Hall of Stormwind City, Tyrion, who was heavily armed, was sorting out the various potions he carried with him and asked without looking back. Faced with this question, Val'kyr standing behind him
Agatha nodded:
"To be precise, it was through the Emerald Dream that we entered Drustvar in the form of a dream. The Blighter Druids shared some nodes of the Emerald Dream with us so that we could monitor the Emerald Dream hidden in them.
The activities of the world rift in it, and based on the comparison of the portraits you gave me, I can be sure that the strange entrant a few hours ago should be Fandral Staghelm."
"very good!"
Tyrion nodded. He took out a red wand with a golden star carving on the top from the wooden box in front of him, and placed it in front of his eyes to examine it repeatedly.
This was sent by the blood lord of Syndra earlier today. It was an agreement between Mordant Yongying and Tyrion. It is said that this thing was one of the treasures collected by Queen Azshara back then.
It was a masterpiece made by the upper elf arcane craftsmen with the most exquisite memory many years ago. The upper elf mixed some special materials into it to ensure that this wand can achieve energy conversion.
The high lord held the wand, and like the mage apprentices in Quel'Thalas he remembered, he swung the red wand outward. The moment the death energy seeped into it, a burst of blue starlight magic flew from the top of the wand.
He came out and knocked the flower basket held by the sculpture in front of him to the ground.
"This accuracy..."
Tyrion was speechless as he looked at the petals flying in the darkness in front of him. He was originally aiming for the sculpture's head...
The high lord shook his head while inserting the wand into his belt. He would definitely not need this thing. This thing was prepared for the little ghost Yuna. Although this may not be the star wand Yuna lost in Argus, but
Anyway... with the efforts of the upper elf craftsmen, it can indeed emit arcane stars, right?
After the time reached a certain hour, a dark crack suddenly opened in the space and appeared in front of the big lord. This thing was like an out-and-out hell passage, with a weird blue halo shining in the crack.
, like a burning blue flame, but without any temperature. The wind from another world flows along the passage, and a strange and low sound is heard in the entire secret room it blows. It is the wind from the world of death.
...
From the other side of the passage, there was still clear laughter coming from time to time, but in this case it seemed to become more permeable. The clear laughter kept ringing, as if calling Tyrion to go to another world.
The little ghost Yuna was already waiting for him on the other side of the passage. After getting the teddy bear Nur, Yuna could temporarily open a passage to the living world anywhere in the world of death, and the two made an appointment.
We will continue to explore deeper from the last recorded geographical node until we find a suitable place to establish an advance base in the wasteland of the Dead Realm.
Moments before entering the Realm of Death for the 49th time, Tyrion turned back to Val'kyr and said:
"Continue to monitor the Emerald Dream of Drustvar, focusing on Staghelm and Moana, but don't get too deep into the Wither's system, let it continue to remain neutral... I need this organization to remain neutral, understand.
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"learn!"
Agatha made an "OK" gesture, which she learned from Tyrion, and before the high lord stepped into the passage, Agatha asked again:
"Qiraji...those monsters are preparing to attack the human empire. According to the news we have learned, this should be related to the fifth ancient god. Do we need to intervene?"
"I've already had my hand in it, Agatha."
Tyrion stepped into the crack in the Realm of Death without looking back, and his last words reached Agatha's ears as the crack closed:
"It's just that you don't know... Let the human boys suffer. I heard that after working together to "repel" me once, they seem to be quite arrogant recently..."
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The Razor Plateau is a valley located at the southernmost tip of the Barrens, where it meets the cliffs of Thousand Needles.
The reason why it is called the Razor is because the back side of this valley is cut off directly by a razor. Beyond it, there is a grand canyon with a drop of hundreds of meters across the middle of the continent. There is also a peculiar valley in the Razor Highlands.
The scenery is that the top of the mountain range is entangled with a huge amount of black thorn vines, like a special "vegetation" covering the earth. This layer of tough vines is like a shield, protecting the last fortress of the wild boars.
And even for the orcs who currently control most of the Barrens, the Razor Highlands and the Razor Swamp on the other side are dangerous places, because this is the base camp of the wild boar people. In this valley and the underground tunnels in the valley,
There are nearly 600,000 wild boar people living in the Barrens. In terms of group strength, the wild boar people should be the most powerful force in the Barrens besides the orcs.
Even the savage centaurs, when they were at their strongest, did not dare to challenge these wild boars head-on.
But the wild boar people are not barbarians. In other words, this strange civilization is a gray area between civilization and barbarians. They have a complete social system, but their own civilization is very weak, and they can barely maintain civilization.
Inheritance, but many of the advantages of its own civilization have been dissipated over a long period of time. In other words, this is a civilization that is constantly retreating. Maybe in a few decades, the wild boar people will be reduced to the same barbarian status as the centaurs.
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However, the civilization problem of the wild boars is not unsolvable.
"The wild boar people were once a noble race."
Fandral Staghelm, who had changed into a set of robes, was walking in a cave full of thorns, surrounded by the great druids of the withermen, and led by several wild boar druids.
From time to time, his eyes would fall on the original-style "frescoes" on both sides of the cave.
This is the base camp of the wild boar people. Although the word "wild boar" is in the name, the wild boar people's living habits are not as dirty as the wild boars. In fact, this cave is very neatly maintained, with rough and rough equipment everywhere.
The braziers and dancing flames baked the cave very dry. The wild boar people also opened a cave specifically for placing garbage, so that there was not much odor in this huge underground cave.
While advancing along the way, the learned great druids were also telling stories about the civilization of the wild boar people.
"I still remember that more than 9,000 years ago, in our era, the ancient war had just ended. The powerful Agamaggan, the demigod worshiped by the wild boars, died in the war against the demons. His death shocked the entire civilization.
The world feels sad, and the quilboar people have lost their "god", which has dealt a devastating blow to their civilization."
The werewolf archdruid Lalaire Yahuo stroked the wall at hand with nostalgia and said softly:
"But at that time, the wild boar people still maintained the civilization of the clan. They had their own words and songs. Their warriors were noble and powerful. Their bodies were filled with the sacred blood of Agamaggan. They were in the world.
When the Nordrassil tree was planted, the wild boars sent representatives to participate in the grand event."
"But now, look at them!"
Yahuo turned to look at the wild boar people deep in the cave. Their pig-shaped heads had ugly braids, and their eyes were full of confusion and ignorance. Even the noble wild boar priests and warriors had
They also wore leather armor and robes of rough craftsmanship, and used stone weapons. The songs and words that were passed down orally in the early years have also become "ancestral knowledge" that they cannot recognize.
"The civilization of the quilboar people has collapsed, and they are about to become savages...Why is this? Fandral, tell me, what on earth have the Kaldorei been doing in the 9,000 years since we left?"
Laral Fangfire finally asked the question that had been buried deep in his heart for several years. He looked at Fandral Staghelm seriously and asked:
"It's not just the wild boar people. I have communicated with some sea traders in Kul Tiras. They told me that in distant Northrend, our former holy allies, the bear people who believed in the Ursoc brothers, also
We have fallen back to the tribal era... Their civilization is only slightly better than that of the wild boar people. Why? Those wilderness demigods fought and died for our world. After the great ones left, could it be that the night elves just let the former
Are our allies in such dire straits?"
"Have the Kaldorei forgotten the contributions made by the demigods of the wilderness to the War of the Ancients? Can't we even protect the families left behind by the demigods?"
Faced with Yahuo's question, Lu Helmet let out a long sigh:
"My brother, too many things have happened in these 9,000 years, and our compatriots have also made wrong decisions. You have to understand that immortality is sometimes not a blessing. After losing the respect for time, many people
People no longer pay attention to the changes in the world, their former allies, and everything in the past...Faith unites us, but it also constrains our steps."
"For 9,000 years, you have been living in the Holy Mountain...It is unimaginable."
The human archdruid "Whisperer of Thorns" Orfa, a Kul Tiran human wearing a bone mask who has lived from thousands of years ago to the present, said calmly:
"The civilization of the night elves does lack the spirit of exploration and the sense of responsibility as the oldest civilization. You have lived on this continent for ten thousand years, but you have not affected the historical changes of this continent, and you have never even shown any trace of intervention.
..The form of your civilization is really unimaginable, just like..."
"A stagnant pool of water, right?"
Moyana, the Wither Patriarch, chuckled. She took over Orfa's words and whispered:
"I have never thought about the civilization of the Kaldorei in this way before, but now that I think about it, my compatriots on Mount Hyjal do live a miserable life. What's even more frightening is that even they themselves have become accustomed to it.
This stagnant life...is a waste of time, a waste of life, even though it means nothing to them."
"Have you never thought about changing?"
Olfa turned his head. Under the bone mask, the eyes of the human archdruid examined the four night elves around him. Facing his question, the Harvest Wizard Austin issued a series of sarcasm or self-deprecation.
With laughter, he said:
"Your Excellency Jingspeaker, if one day you are given the gift of immortality, will you actively choose to refuse it? Immortality is as poisonous as gorgeous lies, blinding everyone's eyes and hearts, making people immerse themselves in the dream of immortality.
Drinking and drinking from the pool water...The trees themselves cannot feel the arrival of late autumn. Only when all the leaves have fallen to the ground will they start to shiver..."
After saying that, the night elf lowered his head and murmured:
"But the falling snow in the cold winter will bury everything, and then in the silent spring, new scenery will appear again... Changes will eventually come, but not now..."
"We're here!"
Moana's call made everyone focus on the cave in front of them. This is the deepest part of the deep cave at the bottom of the Razor Highlands. It is also the place where the quilboar civilization is unwilling to give up even in its final moments of decline.
Sacred place... This is the place where the wilderness demigod, the powerful wild boar demigod Agamaggan, fell.
In the ancient war ten thousand years ago, it was here that the wilderness demigod, covered with thorns, with endless brute strength and full of fighting spirit, fought against the demon army commanded by the powerful demon, the destroyer Maronos.
After fighting countless demons, the powerful Agamaggan finally died of exhaustion.
Legend has it that after its death, the blood of the wild boar demigod spread all over the earth, leaving the highlands barren of grass. The thorn armor it wore eventually scattered, and then formed the black thorn vines that wrap around the Razor Highlands, which is the holy land of the quilboar people.
.These lost people of civilization have never given up the act of resurrecting their gods, but their dwindling power cannot support such a "great cause".
"After the first quilboar druid joined the wither, we learned from him that the quilboar used evil magic to try to resurrect Agamaggan."
Moyana looked at the closed cave in front of her and said softly:
"We sent people to stop the wild boars' adventure. Their methods were too primitive and it was impossible to awaken Agamaggan's soul from the Emerald Dream, and they also lacked enough life energy to revive the demigod.
The bodies that shape the world... Even though they have lost everything, they still have not given up on the mission of saving their savior."
"It's a pity that only the Emerald Dream of the night elves has both of these necessary conditions, but even if ten thousand years have passed, the elves have never thought of resurrecting those demigods who died fighting for the world, but let them
His soul wasted away in the Emerald Dream."
"That was a stupid mistake!"
Fandral Staghelm, who had become one of the great druids of the Wither, took a step forward. He looked at the stone cave in front of him where Agamaggan's remains were sealed, and he said in a deep voice:
"Now, this mistake should be made up... The Seed of Life has enough life energy to reshape the demigod's body. I will arrange a magic circle to awaken Agamaggan's soul here... But everyone, I need you.
The power of.”
"Agamaggan is just the beginning... Since the Cenarion Circle is unwilling to fulfill its mission, let us do it... Let the demigods return to this world, and let those honorable and great souls
, return to the sacred war that maintains the cycle of life and death in the world!”
"After a thousand years, we will not lose again in the re-opened Battle of Quicksand!"
"Because this time, the wilderness gods will walk with the wither!"
