This conclusion holds true in the minds of all demigods.
First of all, it is the first demigod to be resurrected in ten thousand years. Compared with other companions who can only sleep soundly in the Emerald Dream, Agamaggan has enjoyed true freedom for several years since his resurrection.
Moreover, it was resurrected by the Wither, so after its resurrection, those rigid guys from the Cenarion Circle had almost no control over it or anything.
I heard that Agamagam had a litter of piglets last year...
Secondly, the time at which Agamaggan was resurrected was very subtle. It almost left the Emerald Dream when the Nightmare Power was at its weakest, almost perfectly avoiding the dangerous moment when the Nightmare Power exploded.
When he is not trying his best to resist the corrosion of nightmares, Agamaggan in this world only needs to lie comfortably in the sun on Razor Heights and maintain a good mood.
Finally, after Agamaggan was resurrected, it happened to catch up with the war against the worms. It killed the ancient god C'Thun at the last moment, which was equivalent to ruthlessly avenging the corrupted Ursoc.
This makes Agamaggan's status in the hearts of druids and the world almost rise to that of a real god.
It is said that "pilgrims" from all over the world go to Razor Heights every day to worship the big boar who saved the world...
This kind of encounter that can hardly be described as lucky is enough to make other demigods envious and jealous.
Of course, most of the demigods are the spirits of beasts, and they will not do very bad things out of jealousy, but in the case of Agamaggan, sleeping for more than ten thousand years is enough to make the demigods long for the real thing.
The freedom, especially the victory of the Forerunners, encouraged them, but also weakened their patience to wait.
What's more, just like the desperate scene described by Ansu, there is no hope of victory in the war between the green dragons and the nightmares. Before the cause of the sudden outbreak of nightmares is found out, even if the demigods try their best to help, it will be at best
Maintain an unbeatable battle situation, and the more demigods come into contact with the twisted nightmare beasts, the easier it is for nightmares to invade their souls.
If they still cling to the Emerald Dream, they are really committing suicide slowly.
"Oh (tell me in detail.)"
Goldrinn raised his head, no longer showing his laziness. The powerful wolf spirit's silver-gray eyes stared closely at Ansu, representing its inner thoughts, and Aisena and Avina were also there.
Waiting for Ansu's next words, in the shadows outside the grass that no one noticed, the shadow of a black panther as black as lightning flashed away, representing an uninvited new guest...
Obviously, the news that Anzu summoned the demigods for a private meeting was not as secret as he thought.
"Okay, then I will explain it to my friends in detail."
Anzu stood on the boulder. The storm raven raised its head. It cleared its throat and said to the demigods:
"You all know that it is difficult for the druids of Kaldorei to break through the dimensional wall between the Emerald Dream and reality in normal ways, especially when the world order is stable, so we cannot be resurrected. In fact, it is no wonder that those druids
They don’t work hard, although they do put a lot of effort into the reproduction of their own civilization.”
"But to be honest, even if the druids are enlightened now and prepare the ceremony for the return of the demigods as quickly as possible, we may not be able to last that long."
When Ansu was talking, its black eyes paused on Avina's wings without any trace. This action was noticed by the Mother of Birds, and Avina bared her teeth fiercely at Ansu.
With this attitude, Ansu was urged to stop talking nonsense.
"So, for us, the fastest way at the moment is to find an "inherent" crack that formed long ago between the Emerald Dream and the real world, and then use that crack to transfer our huge souls as quickly as possible.
Transferring to the present world, by that time, whether we borrow the Seed of Life from the Withered Ones or use the World Tree from the Kaldorei, we will be able to find enough life energy for us... to reshape our bodies."
Ansu let out a cry:
"Quack! The most wonderful thing is right here! You all know that Aga Magan was resurrected, but do you know how Aga Magan was resurrected?"
"Wither, we have found the crack!"
"The Emerald Dream, the three space rules of the real world and the shadow world formed a strange world rift deep in the mountains of Drustvar. Agamaggan's soul entered the real world through that rift...Defected
The reason why Archdruid Staghelm personally lured its soul is because the location of the crack is too difficult to find... This is the biggest secret of the Druid of the Blighter."
Speaking of excitement, Ansu couldn't help but flap his wings, setting off waves of howling storms on the grass, and shouted in a very inflammatory voice:
"Everyone, the rise of the withered may be bad news for the Cenarion Circle, but it is good news for us!"
"Although I am a foreigner, I also know your sacrifices in the War of the Ancients. Without you, this world would have been over long ago. Of course, I am not trying to sow discord between you and the Cenarion Council. After all, I
You are also a member of this complicated relationship, but the problem is actually here, the world you saved owes you, and you don’t owe it anything!”
"Freedom, freedom of soul and body, this is the reward you deserve, the most insignificant reward... But you have waited for this for more than ten thousand years. Although this matter has its own unique reasons, the Kaldorei
The attitude also determines a lot of things... When did we, the demigods of the wilderness, become the vassals of the druids? When did we become a symbol of their civilization?"
Ansu held his head high, and the beautiful feathers on his head were floating:
"It's time for the wild demigods to become a neutral group again! What we maintain is the entire Azeroth, what we protect is the entire world! Not a separate Kaldorei civilization... They are just a part of this world
, that’s all!”
Storm Raven's black eyes were filled with delicate emotions, and it waved its wings towards the demigods in front of it:
"Come, friends, brothers, let the dispute between the Blightcaller and the Cenarion Circle go to hell! We just want to be resurrected! We just want our due reward, the gratitude that this world owes us... The future of the demigods
Just like Agamaggan, we no longer need to interfere in the disputes between these civilizations, we must resume our sacred mission..."
"It started with the resurrection of the gods thousands of years ago! Today, the long-lost demigods...return to Azeroth!"
After Anzu's impassioned words fell, the wolf spirit Goldrinn did not make any enthusiastic expression, and Aisena and Avina looked at each other and did not applaud the inflammatory remarks, but they
There is something else in his eyes, and this is what Ansu needs... Storm Raven is not naive enough to think that these old guys who have lived for tens of thousands of years will break away after being incited by him.
Cenarion Circle.
All it wants is to plant seeds in the hearts of these demigods... This is also Tyrion's request. The high lord obviously does not want a group of annoying demigods to participate in the disciplinary war against Kaldorei.
"Ouch! (What do we... need to pay?)"
The low roar of the wolf spirit Goldrinn sounded again, and this unruly giant wolf immediately grasped the focus of the problem. The Wither was willing to help resurrect the demigods, which was good, but demigods were not fools either.
The Blighted Ones must have a need for them.
"Okay, wise bastard."
Ansu cursed, then folded his wings, and while combing his feathers with his beak, he whispered:
"The rift in the world of Drustvar was originally open, but not long ago, a bastard occupied the entrance to the Shadow Realm and was recognized by that weird world. He now has the power to open the rift. The Blighters are a neutral organization.
They are willing to help us resurrect as long as the resurrected demigods choose neutrality between the wither and the Cenarion Circle, but the "ticket" paid to a third party... is not that cheap."
A glimmer of light flashed in Ansu's lowered eyes, and he said:
"That greedy bastard is a bastard who has plucked his feathers. He requires every demigod who passes through the rift in the world to pay him a piece of soul...probably accounting for about one-tenth of the entire soul..."
"Ouch! (This is impossible!)"
As soon as Ansu finished speaking, the silver giant wolf stood up and let out an indifferent roar:
"Ouch! (My soul, my freedom, only belongs to me... Even if I die in this battle, I will never accept such a despicable threat!)"
"Shua"
Goldrinn's huge body turned into a silver stream of light and disappeared into the valley. Obviously, it was unwilling to accept this harsh condition.
After Goldrinn left, the Forest Mother Eisenna hesitated for a moment. This elf-like demigod drew a symbol in the air that represented "think about it", and then also disappeared into the grass.
Ansu's eyes fell on the last person. It stared at the troubled Avina, the mother of birds, and persuaded in a hoarse voice:
"What about you? Avina... Although the relationship between you and me is very bad, for the sake of both being demigods of the wilderness, your illness... cannot be delayed."
"I know! You don't need to say anything!"
The grumpy Avina flapped its wings. Every time it flapped its wings, it could feel the numbness coming from the roots of its wings. It had witnessed with its own eyes the scene where Ursoc was completely corroded. The sight made it feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.
It's horrifying, that's a nightmare it can never accept, but how much is it willing to pay to avoid that nightmare?
"Can it be, can it be less?"
Avina turned her head away and asked weakly in a buzzing voice:
"One-tenth, this is too much. Even if it is a wilderness demigod, if one-tenth of his soul is missing, it will take hundreds, even thousands of years to fully recover..."
"See what you said."
Anzu made a very anthropomorphic "belly laughing" movement with its wings and said:
"I don't want your soul, Avina. I'm just replacing the Wither to give you a way to go, that's all. If you insist on bargaining, I can help you contact the ruler of the Shadow Realm, but...
.Are you willing to meet that bastard with the power of death wrapped around his body?"
"And as far as I'm concerned, my friend Aviana, you're giving one-tenth of your soul, and it's painful, yes! But think of what you can get..."
Ansu spread his wings:
"A life! And the freedom you have longed for for ten thousand years! And it may not be appropriate for me to say this, but think about your followers. If you don't show up again, after my Rukhma is resurrected,
I estimate that there will no longer be a place for you in the faith of the Raptor Druid... You will be completely forgotten, my Avina. For the immortal demigod of the wilderness, forgetting... Could it be
Doesn’t it mean death?”
"Stop talking!"
Avina let out a scream, and the reverberating sound waves plowed the surrounding land into terrifying ravines. Ansu spread his wings to block his eyes. After a few seconds, the storm subsided, and Avina had disappeared.
, but on the stone in front of Ansu, a soul fragment shining with the pale light of the storm was shining brightly.
Obviously, the mother of birds has made her final choice.
Ansu smiled and covered the fragment with his wings. It raised its head, and its black agate-like eyes looked at the shadow forest outside the grassland. There, there was a bird slightly smaller than Goldrinn, with a perfect body line, and quiet.
The sculpture-like black panther was squatting there quietly.
"Ah, look who this is? The most mysterious and elegant demigod, the black panther Ashaman..."
Anzu spread its wings and asked in a pleasant voice:
"My Ashaman, as wise as you are, of course not as stubborn as Goldrinn, nor as indecisive as Aisena, the power of nightmares is eating away at the Emerald Dream faster than all of us imagined, so
, I’m curious, have you...made a decision?”
"Ouch..."
The black leopard, as beautiful as a sculpture, tilted its head and looked at Ansu with its predatory eyes. After more than ten seconds, Ashaman flicked its tail, and it let out a low roar:
"Ouch! (I will give you my soul, but Ansu...I have a request!)"
