In the center of the Grizzly Hills woodland, surrounded by a lush forest, there is a huge, unimaginable tree stump standing here.
It is like the last trace left in the world of a towering tree that was chopped down by a terrible force, and just this stump itself, which has become as solid as stone over endless years, is also the size of a small town.
This huge tree stump is the most famous local "wonder". It is a miracle derived from the branches of the largest world tree planted by Staghelm 4500 years ago. It is said that this tree was once the same as Nordrassil.
Tall, the druids respectfully call him Andrassil.
Unfortunately, the "Frost Crown" had already been chopped down by the druids who were aware of the dark power, and all that was left here was the large wooden stake called the "Broken Crown" of Vordrassil.
This tree stump is nearly 25 meters high. It looks like a tall tower in the forest from a distance. The local furbolgs moved into this tree stump at some point. They spent unimaginable manpower and material resources to hollow out the inside of the tree stump.
Then there were stairs spiraling downward one by one on the outside. Tens of thousands of furbolgs lived in Vodrassil in this posture.
According to some furbolgs who escaped from Vordrassil, there are some "weird and sick" things hidden at the bottom of the stump city, under the earth covered by dark red pools of water. The furbolgs are horrified that
He calls it the "whispering demon of the underground."
But now, the local furbolgs no longer need to worry about this terrifying rumor, because in the dusk halo of the Grizzly Hills, the entire Vordrassil was completely ignited by blazing flames.
It was like a huge torch burning on the ground, burning into ashes flying all over the sky together with the furbolgs who would rather die than leave their "holy place"... Tyrion did not have the leisure to persuade these people who had been
The dark power of Yogg-Saron has completely distorted the spirit of the furbolgs and returned to the right path. However, since they want to sacrifice themselves heroically for their dark beliefs, Tyrion, an easy-going person, has no reason to refuse.
their pleas.
"Look, Voldrassil, one of the two largest "gangrenes" in the Emerald Dream in this world..."
In the fire that rolled like doomsday flames reflected by the big burning tree stump in front of him, Tyrion's long gray hair was flying in the scorching air, and he whispered:
"Now, I have helped you solve a big problem...won't you thank me? Ms. Ysera."
"If you are stupid enough to think that the nightmare can be eradicated by burning this worldly carrier, then I really have nothing to say..."
Ysera, who was standing behind Tyrion, had her eyes closed. This dragon king who had never liked flames was enjoying the heat coming to her face at this moment. The two days of being trapped in the death realm had already caused her to suffer from "cold fear".
Syndrome", now staying in this hot environment makes her feel very comfortable, and she even wants to fall asleep like this.
"When the flames extinguish, among the scattered ashes, the Dark Blade knights will place a holy silver blocking circle here, which can temporarily cut off the connection between the ancient gods and the Emerald Dream."
Staghelm on the other side explained to Ysera:
"This magic circle is not omnipotent, especially in the face of the weird ancient gods. It may only last less than a month, but it is enough for us, as long as we clean up the nightmare residue in the Emerald Dream
, and then block the connection between Vodrassil and the Emerald Dream from the inside, then it will be difficult for the Nightmare to invade the Dream of the World on a large scale."
"But in the coming days, our focus in maintaining the Emerald Dream will shift from maintaining order to preventing the nightmare from invading again."
"I care more about the present than the future."
Ysera opened her eyes. After returning to the living world, she was able to exert her power at will. In her green snake eyes, a trace of doubt shone:
"And you just said that there are two gangrenes at the node between the Emerald Dream and the real world. Vordrassil is the first one, so where is the other one?"
Ysera's question made Tyrion frown. He turned to look at the awakener and asked in a puzzled tone:
"What? After only two days in the dead world, did you dig out your brain and throw it away? You actually ask me such an obvious question? To be honest, now I am beginning to doubt why the Titans chose you in the first place.
By that time, were their eyes already blind..."
This bitter taunt made Ysera subconsciously clench her fists, but Staghelm stopped her. The Archdruid of the Blighter coughed lightly and whispered to Ysera:
"The World Tree, Nordrassil!"
"What?"
The awakened person's eyes widened. She looked at Staghelm, seriously doubting that the other person was joking. But seeing Staghelm's serious expression, Ysera suddenly realized that this might be true.
The Night Elf's World Tree directly supports the nodes of the Emerald Dream in the real world. It is one of the largest passages between the Emerald Dream and the real world. Considering its importance, any druid, even a druid from the Wither Sect,
I don't dare to joke about this kind of issue.
And because Nordrassil was blessed by the Guardian Dragon King, when the green dragons were investigating the source of the nightmare, they always subconsciously ignored it. Nordrassil was blessed with the triple powers of green dragon, blue dragon and red dragon.
Blessed, theoretically it is impossible to be corroded.
But now think about it, if you follow this terrifying line of thinking, then all doubts about the second outbreak of nightmares seem to have disappeared at this moment. Isn’t the sudden outbreak of nightmares exactly in the sea where the night elves are protecting themselves?
That node in Garshan? And that war was said to involve Nagas, and Nagas have been found to be servants of another ancient god. They played a role hidden behind the scenes in that war.
The sinister role.
At that moment, Malfurion, the Archdruid who was most familiar with the Emerald Dream, was captured, and then the Nightmare War broke out. Is all this really just a coincidence?
Ysera thought about this terrible question, and her eyes became extremely sharp at this moment.
"Do you really think that I want to launch a war against the night elves just because of my personal dissatisfaction with them?"
Tyrion looked at Ysera, and the stern-faced lord said softly:
"I am indeed dissatisfied with the laziness of the Kaldorei, but this is not the reason for launching a war. Ysera, I hope you understand the fact that the Dark Blade will not use war to determine the fate of a civilization because of my will.
In the future, if we want to punish a certain civilization, it means that that civilization definitely has a reason to be punished... The flesh and blood of the Ancient God takes root in the body of Nordrassil. If it does not occupy the World Tree,
If we remove it before the main trunk, then this war that happened in the dreamland will inevitably spread to the real world!"
"I will not allow them to destroy the order I have established! So Nordrassil... must be burned! Now, do you understand?"
The great lord took a step forward, and the door to the Realm of Death suddenly opened in front of his eyes. The moment before stepping into that world, Tyrion looked back at the sluggish Ysera, and he said softly:
"The cause of Dark Blade...has always been just!"
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After Tyrion left, the Dark Blade soldiers in the surrounding forest also left the burning forest in black mountain personnel carriers under the command of the Death Knight. The flames would burn for about a day no matter what.
Just keep an eye on the time and complete the work ordered by the boss.
Anyway, almost the entire Grizzly Hills is now in the hands of the "Cold Wind" battle group commanded by Danaus Trollbane. No one will open their eyes to stop any work carried out by the Dark Blade on this land.
Under the blazing sky, among the flying ashes, Ysera took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the forest.
Behind her, silently looking at the burning deerhelm of Vordrassil, she suddenly asked:
"Awakener, do you want to warn the Kaldorei?"
Ysera's steps stopped for a moment. She turned around and looked at the deer helmet whose figure was blurred against the backdrop of the blazing fire. She asked softly:
"That's your race too, Staghelm, where you were born, where you grew up, those are your people... Now they are about to face a disaster, and you heard what the tyrant Tyrion said, we are completely
This disaster can be avoided in advance!”
"How to avoid it?"
Deer Helmet asked without looking back:
"Persuade them to give up the World Tree? Or force Tyrande to destroy Nordrassil with his own hands? As the legendary being with the deepest relationship with the Kaldorei, great Awakener, do you really not know that tree?
Their status in the Kaldorei civilization? Can you really imagine what losing that tree means to them?"
Ysera was silent. The wise queen didn't know how to answer this question, but Staghelm didn't need Ysera's answer. In the burning flames of Vordrassil, the former Cenarion Master
Rui said in a low and vicissitudes of voice:
"Eternal life...I once thought that after the ancient war, what the dragon kings gave to Kaldorei was a precious blessing. We would have endless life to explore the mysteries of the world, and we would be able to act as the chosen ones.
By maintaining the harmony of nature in a perfect dream, we will never be infected by fatigue and loss. At that time, I foolishly thought that with such blessings, the Kaldorei would undoubtedly become the pillar of Azeroth.
!”
"At that time, the Kaldorei were very ambitious. At that time, we had no doubt about our bright future. At that time, we even had the confidence to face any challenge. However, what? Without... everything, everything is just illusion."
Staghelm seemed very tired, and his voice became deeper and deeper. Ysera, the Green Dragon Queen behind him, did not speak. She just listened quietly to Staghelm's self-narration. She seemed to understand...
.Why did Staghelm act so calmly about the Darkblade Legion's decision to burn the World Tree Nordrassil, even to the point of being so calm that it was almost cold.
Underneath this calmness, perhaps hidden is a despair so intense that it is a disappointment for the Kaldorei and a disappointment for oneself.
"In the more than a year since I joined the Withermen, I have gained more understanding of the way of nature than I have accumulated in the past 1,000 years... The way of nature, which originally seemed a bit boring, has appeared in a novel way.
It was being redefined before my eyes."
Deer Helm raised his finger, and a green halo circulated on his fingertips, then quickly evolved into a sharp thorn, then into an open flower, and finally condensed into a seed:
"After I got out of an environment that was so lazy that it was as dull as water, my inspiration exploded every day, and every day became fresh and fulfilling. I once thought that as a Druid,
I need to abide by poverty, and I need to be ascetic, but no, that is just a self-explanation for our hopelessly lazy nature. After truly seeing the world's prosperity and civilization intertwined, I suddenly became alert.
..”
"Eternal life is not a blessing... For the night elves who are imperfect and have all kinds of desires running through their hearts, it can only be a shackles, trapping me and everyone else, even Marfa
Leo, even Tyrande, even the most radical Maiev... are all the same. It is just a beautiful illusion, but it lures us to immerse ourselves in the pool of immortality and drink again and again, letting the poison flow.
Seeping into our souls, we fall into the hell of fatigue and cannot extricate ourselves.”
Staghelm turned around, and he looked at Ysera with a sad look. At this moment, the Green Dragon Queen did not even dare to look directly into Staghelm's eyes, because she also realized that maybe she and her sisters and brothers had
Giving blessings on a whim is not the right choice. In a sense, the dragon kings gave the mortals of Kaldorei things they should not have, and these gifts destroyed a country that should have been extremely advantageous.
civilization.
"Among the Wither, my best disciple is a human. He is very young, but he has a thirst for knowledge that the night elves do not have, which makes me feel scared. In just one year, he has mastered the knowledge of the night.
It takes 200 years for the Elf Druids to fully master the knowledge... Yes, humans only have a life span of nearly a hundred years, but their use of every day, every minute, and every second is enough to make the most diligent Dark Night
The elf is ashamed!"
"Humanity has spent 2,800 years building a civilization from scratch that is no worse than the night elves. How long did it take us to reach the same level of civilization?"
Deer Helmet smiled miserably:
"Even on top of the gifts left by the Elf Empire, it took us a full 10,000 years... In less than 1,000 years, humans have spread their footprints and civilization all over the entire continent, and what about us?
?10,000 years, but we are still huddled next to our cradle, unwilling to move further!"
The archdruid walked past Ysera with a bleak figure, and he said softly:
"We took things we shouldn't have, we treated them as things we should have, and now we have to pay for the time we wasted... We laughed at the high elves being controlled by magic addiction for 7,000 years.
, what about us? The Kaldorei have been controlled by another more terrible drug addiction for ten thousand years!"
"Awakener, you ask me why I didn't stop it?"
"Why should I prevent others from unchaining the terminally ill night elves? Do you think that just one word from you can make the kaldorei, who are deeply poisoned and hopeless, give up their eternal life? No! They don't
Yes! They will even tear you apart in turn! Because you want to take away their most important... "treasure" from their hands, even if it is handed into their hands by you."
"You see, just as Tyrion said... the war of Dark Blade, at least this time, is just..."
