Fandral Staghelm was walking in the passage of the Black Temple with a bag of things in his hands. As a veteran druid who has been around for thousands of years, even after joining the Wither Sect, the habits he had developed were still affecting him.
Compared to the busy Patriarch and Staghelm's daughter-in-law Moana, Staghelm's daily life is very simple. He will either teach the druids to understand the ways of nature in the Wither Base Camp in the Drustvar Mountains.
Either he will have spiritual communication with the Seed of Life worshiped by the Wither in the Emerald Holy Land, or he will stay in his own den and delve into the new power granted to him by the Seed of Life.
In short, Staghelm is not willing to waste too much time on other matters. Probably because of the break with the Cenarion Circle, Staghelm also seems to have no interest in the management of the Wither Sect. In the current 6 years of the Wither
Among the archdruids, Staghelm is the most free-spirited.
But that doesn't mean he's unknown...
Staghelm's deep understanding of the ways of nature, coupled with his concern for his apprentices, and his role as commander in defeating the Qiraji in the Battle of Quicksand, all these experiences gave Staghelm a high reputation, just like
It was the same as in the former Cenarion Circle, and in the more active and younger Blighter Cult, Staghelm also had his own followers, and the number was very large.
As a qualified old druid, Staghelm does not like to deal with the Dark Blade Legion, which represents death. Although the balance of life and death is almost the core of the wither's teachings, Tyrion has indeed fulfilled his promise.
, and regarding the matter of bringing his most beloved son back from the abyss, Staghelm did not have much ill feelings towards the Dark Blade Legion.
This rare unsolicited visit by Staghelit surprised the Blood Matron who stayed in the Black Temple... After finding out Staghelm's purpose, Alleria cooperated very well by sending a blood maid to lead Staghelm to him.
Where you want to go.
"He who comes is stopped!"
A crisp girl's voice sounded in the darkness in front of Staghelit's eyes, and the Archdruid stood there. The next moment, in the darkness in front of him, a golden flash of light lit up, and the strange Holy Light Ghost Yuna
He peered through the dark curtain to observe the slightly unfamiliar Archdruid in front of him.
"Hey, it's Mr. Staghelit!"
Yuna waved to Staghelm very familiarly. She held a piece of gummy candy in her hand and slowly walked out of the darkness. This little ghost who has lived for more than 20,000 years has a very cool thing.
With her ability, she can become a friend with a stranger in the shortest time...
Everyone likes her, and Yuna's occasional mischief is very measured. She basically never causes trouble for Tyrion.
Of course, it is not that no one has bad intentions for this seemingly powerless little ghost, but those who dare to take action will probably have their bones rotting in the land of the Realm of Death.
As part of Tyrion's "Crown" of the Death World, Yuna herself can also mobilize part of the power of the Death World. This may not be a threat to the top bosses, but it is easy to use to deal with some bastards.
means.
"Little Yuna, open the "door" for me. I want to see Ms. Ysera."
Sterhelm handed Yuna a small bag of gummy candies with the aroma of green grass in a pleasant manner, and then said to the little ghost:
"I need to talk to her about something."
Yuna took the gummy candy from Staghelit's hand with a smile, but she shook her head:
"No, Mr. Staghelm, Tyrion said that no one can see the green-haired eldest sister, unless that eldest sister is willing to become our "friend"."
"Then what if I say, I can persuade her to become our friend?"
Staghelit smiled at Yuna and raised the pocket in his hand:
"I am confident to persuade her."
The little ghost tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, then shook his head quickly:
"If it doesn't work, it won't work. Tyrion specifically told me that I can't disobey his orders... But..."
As she spoke, the eyes of this little ghost, who was forever in the form of a Draenei child, flexibly turned in her eyes as bright as stars. She looked left and right, then she lowered her voice furtively and spoke to Staghelm.
explain:
"If you ask little Istaria to play with me, I will let you pass quietly."
This request made Staghelm a little dumbfounded. Istaria is his precious granddaughter, the only daughter of Moana and Valstane. Considering the status of immortal species like the night elves, Istaria and Yu
Like Yuna, she is a child who has not yet reached adulthood. She and Yuna are indeed good friends, but the problem is that Istaria is currently studying druid knowledge in Drustvar and has not been to the darkness for several months.
The temple.
"Dornan and the others are doing their own thing in Draenor. I'm bored here alone."
Yuna glanced at Staghelit's expression. She tilted her head, widened her eyes, and said pitifully:
"Tyrion asked me to guard the green-haired big sister and the big octopus in the dead world again. I can't leave here..."
"Okay, okay."
Deer Helmet shook his head and reached out to pat Yuna on the head:
"I will have Istaria sent here, but she can only stay here for a week! She has to go back to study."
"Study? Studying is the most boring thing!"
Yuna turned around happily, took out the small wand from her belt, and while opening the door to the death world for Staghelm, she shook her head and said:
"I hate studying the most! I hated it when I was in Argus! I hate it even more now!"
"Wow"
Under Yuna's command, a blue crack in the world of death opened up at the end of the deepest passage in the Dark Temple. The cold wind of the spiritual world blew out from the crack, blowing the long green hair of Shik Helmet flying in all directions.
Na shouted after him:
"Hey, Mr. Staghelm, don't leave the castle! Living people are not welcome in the Realm of Death... You can only move around in the castle! If you are in danger, just call me and I will send you out!"
"I know."
Sterhelm waved to the little ghost, and then stepped into the blue crack. The next moment, the crack disappeared in the darkness. Yuna gnawed gummy candy, hummed a weird song, and walked in
Behind the dark curtain, she had to tidy up her room and scattered toys, and then welcome her good friends from afar.
On the other side, Staghelm stepped into the realm of death and moved his shoulders with some discomfort. As one of the great druids of Azeroth, Staghelm's attainments in the way of life and nature are very high.
Malfurion also marveled at his talent, but because of this, after entering the Realm of Death, which was filled with the negative energy of death, the world became even more repulsive to life walkers like him.
However, the castle built by Tyrion here is an exception. As the great lord of the Realm of Death, Tyrion set up the castle in the wilderness as a "neutral zone". In this castle, the living people can barely move freely, but after
If you wait too long, you will still be "assimilated" by the power of the realm of death. That is a very painful and terrible process, and no one will like that experience.
But the Green Dragon Queen, Ms. Ysera, the not so "good" awakened person, is currently being imprisoned here by little Yuna.
"Bang bang"
Staghelm knocked lightly on the door of the hall. The sound woke up Ysera who was sitting by the fireplace struggling to keep warm. The pale-faced awakener turned around and saw Staghelm, an old acquaintance, stepping into the hall.
, Ysera saw the wither symbol on the chest of Staghelm's wooden armor, which made the Green Dragon Queen look unhappy.
Of course, another big reason why Ysera looked ugly was because she was not feeling well.
The Dragon King Ysera, who represents pure dreams and life, suffered rejection in the Realm of Death that was more than ten times stronger than that of a mortal like Staghelm. Even if she stayed in the castle in the "neutral zone", Ysera could clearly feel it.
The disgust and unabashed hostility towards her in this strange land.
The spiritual power from the realm of death surrounded her body, like the most terrifying cold wind in the twelfth lunar month of winter. It penetrated the extreme cold into her bone marrow every moment, as if even the blood in her body was
Being frozen is just an appearance. Just like any living creature thrown into the realm of death, the rules of this world have "emptied" all of Ysera's power. No matter it is in the form of a dragon or magic power, it cannot be used.
.
As another world with completely different rules from the world of Azeroth, the genuine dream authority that Ysera possesses is completely useless in the Death World. She cannot open the door to the Emerald Dream here, which is even worse.
Unfortunately, every time she tries to activate the dream, she will be met with crazy suppression from the realm of death.
It's like every inch of your soul is being pricked with pain... It can be called the most horrific torture in the world.
Only now did Ysera understand Tyrion's trump card for daring to be hostile to the entire world... As long as this weird dead world exists, the Dark Blade Legion is completely invincible in Azeroth! Even if we take a step back,
All life in Azeroth united and barely defeated the Dark Blade Legion. They only needed to retreat into the Death Realm, and Azeroth would still never have peace.
The Awakener was born to be one of the most powerful creatures in Azeroth, but in her long life, she has never been as weak as she is now. The threat of Tyrion is still fresh in her mind. The Green Dragon Queen knows very well that in
At this moment, she has no ability to fight back against the great lord!
"Your situation is terrible."
Staghelm sat opposite Ysera, who was wrapped in a quilt and shivering in a chair. He looked at the green dragon queen who was constantly warming up in front of him but still looked cold. He saw the coldness condensed on Ysera's eyelashes.
The ice, as well as the frost-like traces on her cheeks, proved Ysera's poor condition at this time.
"The world of death has begun to assimilate your body, Awakener... You can't stay in this land of shadows any longer!"
"So, Staghelm!"
There was a terrifying chill in Ysera's voice. She raised her head stiffly, her green eyes still full of stubbornness and unyielding. She looked at the deer helmet in front of her and said in a deep voice:
"Are you here to persuade me to surrender? You want me, who represents the dream, to surrender to a tyrant of death? Fandral Staghelm! When did an old druid like you become the bastard of death?"
"No! That's not why I'm here."
Staghelit reached for the pocket in his hand and said softly:
"In the teachings of the Wither, death and life are the two ends of the balance of all things. Only when the balance is balanced can world civilization continue to move forward... Of course, I am not here to discuss doctrinal disputes with you. To be precise, I
I came to show you something..."
As he spoke, Staghelm handed the vine in his pocket to Ysera. The latter's eyes immediately became glazed over. She stretched out her hand to hold the nightmare vine, but her muscles were stiff due to the cold.
Then, her fingers began to lose control.
"What's this?"
Ysela retracted her frozen fingers in embarrassment, wrapped the quilt tightly around her body again, and then asked shivering:
"Where did you get it?"
"The Hinterlands!"
Staghelm closed his eyes and said something that shocked Ysera:
"It's a pity, but the awakened ones and the nightmares have begun to invade the real world through the passage between the Emerald Dream and the real world... At least according to our observation, they are heading towards the Nightmare Gate through the Dusk Forest and the Hinterlands.
Spread your power in this world."
"That is to say...the war within the Emerald Dream, the Dream Dragon Legion, has probably...lost!"
"This is impossible!"
Ysera gritted her teeth and said:
"I can feel that the Dream Tower has not yet fallen, and part of the Emerald Dream is still controlled by the Green Dragon Legion..."
"But so what?"
Staghelm asked back:
"You are trapped in the world of death. If Tyrion doesn't nod, you will never leave in this life. Look at your current state, awakener. If this continues, maybe in a few days, the vitality in your body will disappear.
Begins to reverse into death energy. Once this reversal is completed...you will transform from a dream dragon into a death dragon..."
"I know that you yourself are not afraid of this kind of death and transformation, but even if you are unwilling to succumb to Tyrion's will, things you don't want to see will still happen. The Emerald Dream may not have completely fallen, but I believe
, it won’t be too long before it falls, and you can’t help at all, I mean... Which is more important, your dignity as the Dragon King, or the survival of the entire Emerald Dream and even the current world?”
"Bang"
Ysera stood up suddenly and stared at Staghelm:
"You're questioning me? Staghelm... What right do you traitor have to question me! Do you know what Tyrion asked for? He asked me to give up the Kaldorei civilization. He asked me to disconnect from Cenarion.
Contact the Council, and then hand over the work of maintaining the Emerald Dream to the Wither, who is still using evil methods to create the demigod of death! He is an arrogant madman, and the next target of him and the war machine he has activated is yours
Race! You... Staghelm, you are an accomplice!"
"Stop pretending to be a good guy, Staghelm!"
The awakened person's eyes sparkled with anger:
"You and Tyrion are just the same person!"
"is that so?"
Staghelm was not angry. He savored the truths Ysera told him. After more than ten seconds, Staghelm shook his head. He looked at Ysera calmly:
"Now, on behalf of the Wither, I am requesting you that the Awakener, the Queen of Dreams, and the Wither are willing to participate in the maintenance of the Emerald Dream, and we will not force you to choose us and abandon the Cenarion Circle. We are willing
Coexist peacefully with the Cenarion Circle and jointly maintain the tranquility of the Emerald Dream... As for the Kaldorei war, I'm sorry, I can't interfere in this."
The archdruid stood up and said to Ysera:
"But I think you should also be able to understand the hidden meaning behind this upcoming war... After all, the Moon God no longer favors Kaldorei, and based on the situations we are facing now, the so-called Death Demigod
The question is not that important. After all, it is the choice of the demigods themselves... Those respectable souls have never been anyone's vassal."
"You defend them, but the question is, have you asked them for their opinions?"
Ysera didn't answer. She just looked at Staghelm, as if to discern Staghelm's true thoughts. The latter looked at Ysera calmly. After a few seconds, Staghelm said in a deep voice:
"In the end, even if you stick to neutrality, it is much better than sitting back and watching your home be completely destroyed... If that is my home, I will give everything, even my life, to protect it, let alone my dignity...
.”
"It's your turn to make a decision, Awakener. The survival of the Emerald Dream now depends on your thoughts."
