The long howl of wolves echoed in the sky of Kalimdor, followed by the roar of a giant bear, followed by the song of birds, and then the entire forest of Kalimdor began to sway. No one knew where these roars came from.
came, but it is of great significance to the druids.
In the cave of Mount Hyjal, Archdruid Shaun Moonclaw closed his eyes and listened to the clear and dreamlike voice. After a moment, he turned back and said to his companions behind him.
:
"The wolf spirit Goldrinn, the bear god Ursoc brothers, the bird queen Avina, the forest mother Eisenna..."
"The demigods of the wilderness who were sleeping in the Emerald Dream have all awakened. They are rejoicing at Agamaggan's rebirth, but there is also a hint of questioning in their voices... I, my friends, I feel very sad, the demigods
They're asking us why we kept them waiting so long... Us, how do we answer them?"
Behind him, the Archdruids were silent because they didn't know how to respond to the demigods' questions.
Tens of millions of years later, the first demigod of the wilderness who died in battle was resurrected, but it was not through the hands of the orthodox Druid Church, the Cenarion Circle, but by a druid who betrayed the church.
.
This was like a shining slap in the face of the great druids in front of them...This should have been their sacred mission, but...but they failed those who fought for them in the War of the Ancients.
The demigods of the wilderness who died for them.
Although there are rational reasons, even they themselves don't know how to face all this, and worse things are still happening.
"Wow"
After the form of the Storm Crow dissipated, the figure of Koda Steel Claw appeared in the beast's den. The gentle Archdruid said to the others with an ugly expression:
"The angry crow god Ansu is fighting with the awakened Ysera in the Emerald Dream. The power of the two powerful people has completely blocked the entrance to the Emerald Dream. The sleeping druids have been awakened. Now they are all here
Discussing the resurrection of Agamaggan, some old druids did not know the news that Staghelm had left the council, and they thought with great joy that we had resurrected the Boar God."
"The entire Mount Hyjal is in chaos..."
"Why is Anzu angry?"
The Grand Druid Elothel slowly moved his tree trunk. The tree man looked at his companions. Amidst the unique clicking sounds of trees moving, he asked doubtfully:
"Ansu has no friendship with Agamaggan at all, so why is it so angry because of Agamaggan's resurrection?"
"You have slept for too long, Elothiel. You don't know the entanglements involved. When Anzu accepted the persuasion of the awakener and joined the Cenarion Circle, we promised to resurrect his wife, Sunfire.
Raven Rukhmar... But now, the first one to be resurrected is the Boar God. It thinks that it has been fooled and deceived... It cannot listen to our explanation at all now."
Malfurion shook his head hard and said softly:
"What a mess..."
"But now Anzu has seen with his own eyes Staghelm's act of resurrecting Agamaggan. It already knows that besides us, there is another druid organization in the world that can resurrect demigods."
Shaun Yuezhao's eyes became dark, and he said softly:
"If we don't give Anzu an explanation, this demigod will probably take his wife's bones and leave to find Staghelm...Goddess of the Moon, he may take away his followers and the entire Senna.
The Rio Congress may be divided as a result."
"We can also resurrect Rukhma!"
Koda Steel Claw said loudly:
"We immediately began to resurrect Rukhmar. Nordrassil's life energy is fully sufficient to support this ceremony! We cannot allow Anzu's anxiety to escalate any further. We cannot sit back and watch the Cenarion Circle split!"
"Calm down! Koda!"
Malfurion turned around and scolded:
"Don't forget our current situation... Kaldorei is facing a war. The souls of the war dead return to Nordrassil every day. The World Tree shoulders the responsibility of transforming the war dead into elves. Once
If we want to mobilize the energy of Nordrassil, it means that the souls of our companions will have nowhere to rest, which will directly cause panic among the civilians."
Night elves are special creatures. Ten thousand years ago, after the War of the Ancients, the dragons blessed Nordrassil, the world tree planted by the night elves. From that day on, the night elves became immortal.
But their civilization is also closely linked to the World Tree.
Whenever a night elf warrior dies in battle, the soul will return to the World Tree. Under the nourishment of the World Tree, the elf's soul will re-evolve into the elf form, which is a spirit body wrapped in starlight. Of course,
Every once in a while, the World Tree will naturally give birth to some elves.
The reproduction process of night elves requires the elf to enter the body of a woman. Only in this way can night elf mothers successfully conceive and then give birth to new lives.
In other words, for the night elves, there is no direct connection between sexual behavior and reproduction. The world tree bears the mission of life and death for this special civilization. When the world tree was originally planted, the night elves could not predict that in the future,
Today, ten thousand years later, the existence of World Tree will be so closely linked to their civilization.
Resurrecting the wilderness demigods requires mobilizing the life energy within the World Tree. This process takes a certain amount of time. The most important thing is that once the World Tree becomes weak, the reproduction of the night elf civilization and the birth of new life will be affected.
...This is equivalent to a difficult choice for the Archdruids.
One end of the scale is their responsibility to the demigods of the wilderness, while the other side is the pressure of the elven civilization to thrive. They can only choose one. In the face of such a multiple-choice question, even the most fair person will prefer
His own civilization... Therefore, the ceremony to resurrect the demigods of the wilderness was postponed again and again, until today, ten thousand years later.
This behavior directly led to the hatred of the night elves by the bearmen who believed in the Ursoc brothers, and also directly led to the only remaining demigod of the wilderness after the War of the Ancients, the wise Tortola left without saying goodbye thousands of years ago.
.Obviously, the behavior of the night elf druids made the wise demigod's heart very hurt.
But now, the night elves can no longer ignore this problem. Staghelm's behavior has directly pushed the Cenarion Circle to the forefront. Now, facing internal and external pressure, the archdruids must make a choice.
Should we fulfill our mission, or should we selfishly maintain the reproduction and growth of our own civilization...
And no matter which one they choose, they will lose something, something vital.
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"Wow, it's so big..."
Garin Trollbane, wearing a hunting suit, stood on the hills of the Barrens, using a monocular to observe the Razor Highlands in the distance. Even though it was nearly a thousand meters away, he could still clearly see the people lying on the high ground.
The wild boar demigod Agamagam is leisurely basking in the sun on the ground.
The resurrected wilderness demigod looks a little weak, but its huge body is enough for any flesh and blood creature to worship it. The skin of this giant wild boar is khaki, and there are beautiful manes that beat like flames on its back.
It has a head like a wild boar, and the two fangs that pierce the skin are as sharp as knives. The thorns wrapped around Agamaggan's body are like a warrior's armor. They don't look ferocious, but they add a special look to this wilderness demigod.
mighty.
Around the huge body of Agamaggan basking in the sun, the wild boar people who had regained their gods appeared to be very sincere. They picked delicious fruits from all directions and placed them in front of the gods in the form of tributes, eager to get the gods' favor.
Bless.
The moment Agamaggan revived, the wild boar people who had lost their faith regained their spiritual comfort, and their social form also recovered bit by bit with the help of the withered ones. The civilization of the wild boar people and human beings
Like the empire's civilization, it is undergoing difficult reconstruction, but for them, there is finally hope in life.
"It's unbelievable. I still know so little about this world."
Garin threw the telescope to Gray Yopp beside him. The young king turned back and looked at the Wither Patriarch Moyana behind him. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he said:
"So, should I call you the High Druid now, or the Patriarch Lady?"
"You can continue to call me Moyana... The Blighters who follow the path of circulation don't care about these differences."
Moana, who put on her own wooden ritual armor, looked majestic. Behind her stood tall forest elf warriors. These original creatures catalyzed by the seeds of life have become very important members of the Wither Sect.
They generally serve as temple guards, banishers and companions of druids. In Stranglethorn Valley on the eastern continent, the forest elves have built the first temple of the Wither in the dense forest, which is entirely made of trees.
"I said that as long as the human empire goes to war with the Insects, the Staghelm family will stand firmly on your side."
Moyana said to the human king without being humble or arrogant:
"Now, the entire Wither Cult, together with the powerful Wilderness Demigods, will also be on your side... As long as you and the other kings nod in agreement, the Wither can become friends of the Empire."
"Wait, before I answer, there are a few important questions."
King Garin was not dazzled by the good news of the wilderness demigods joining the war. He was very calm. He knew that organizations like the Blighters should not be treated as easily as the goblin consortium. This is a new belief... and
As we all know, 99% of the people in the human empire are believers of the Holy Light. Even King Garin himself is a messenger of the Holy Light.
He invited Moyana to sit on a simple chair aside, and the guards brought cool and delicious drinks and food. In this relaxed environment, King Galin asked while sipping the wine:
"I have read the teachings of the Withered Ones, the cycle of life and death, which is very refreshing. But what I am more concerned about is, madam, what is the position of the undead in your system?"
Moyana's eyes narrowed, and she whispered:
"What you really want to ask is our attitude towards the Dark Blade, right? Young King."
Galin was not embarrassed when his little thoughts were revealed. He nodded calmly:
"Madam, you should be very aware of the contradiction between the Empire and the Dark Blade. I can tell you with a responsible attitude that we and the Dark Blade can never coexist... So you and your Blighter should become our friends. This is a
An unavoidable question."
"Yeah, I can understand."
Moyana also looked at Galin calmly and said:
"The living represent life, and the dead represent death. Now that you have read the teachings, you should understand that the withered maintain the cycle of life and death. In our eyes, humans and the undead...are in the same position, at opposite ends of the scale.
, and we are in the middle of the scale... If you really need an answer, then I will say... Wither, remain neutral, we will not participate in the war between humans and the undead, that's all."
"Then with all due respect, ma'am."
King Garin shook his head and placed the cup in his hand on the table:
"We can't be friends anymore."
"Mr. Galin, what I want to remind you is..."
A calm smile appeared on Moyana's face. She brushed her long hair and said to Galin:
"The Blighters are not asking to be friends of humanity... The situation now is that you need us, not us begging for your friendship. Listen to me, this may be a little hurtful, but the fact is, can we get the friendship of the Human Empire?
, it doesn’t matter to the Blighters, we chose the Empire just because the Empire is closer to the Qiraji’s base camp.”
The archdruid said in a low and sharp tone:
"If you insist on pushing the wither away from the empire, then we can only unite with the other side. I believe that the great lord on the other side of the sea may be more interested in destroying the insect people than you are... This is the reality
, King of mankind, no matter how deep your hatred for the undead is, you cannot ignore the cold reality. Facing the insect-men, you are at an absolute disadvantage."
As she spoke, Moyana stood up. Under the protection of guard Lin Jing, she turned and walked towards the direction of Razor Heights. She waved her hand:
"Perhaps, we can't really start a meaningful conversation until you truly realize the threat of the bugs. If you can't let go of the meaningless pride and stubbornness in your heart, then we can only sit back and watch human civilization be destroyed by the bugs.
Devour it bit by bit."
"Believe me, I have more say than any human being on this issue...Seriously, if the empire is really as wise and powerful as you say, then why are you afraid of the Wither One?
Where’s the olive branch that came over?”
Behind Moyana, the human king Jialin gritted his teeth and said word by word:
"Without your help, humans can still defeat those bugs!"
"Oh?"
Moana turned around and looked at Galin coldly:
"Really? I doubt it... Arrogant King, let me advise you... You and your empire are far from being the masters of the world and its destiny. You are no different from the quilboars or the centaurs.
, if you cannot calmly look at your own position in the world, your ending will be the same as them sooner or later..."
"In other words, the world does not revolve around humans... Garin Trollbane, I can tell you frankly that you are not a child of destiny, and your arrogance, stubbornness and stupidity make me very disgusted...
.I will look forward to the day when you apologize to me!”
"Before that day comes, we will not be friends! And you who refuse all help will face the Qiraji alone. I hope you can survive until the day you are willing to bow your head and admit your mistakes."