Elf, this is a very special kind of existence in the night elf civilization. It can be regarded as the aggregation of night elf souls. From the moment the world tree Nordrassil was planted, when every night elf dies,
, he or she will return to the World Tree in the form of an elf, waiting for the completion of the next life cycle.
Nordrassil gave the night elves the ability to live forever, but the elves will also die, and the "return" of the elves and the World Tree is an important step for the night elves to complete the reproduction of life. There are rumors that the mysterious Kaldorei
There is a compelling reason why civilizations have lived in Mount Hyjal and its surrounding areas for more than 10,000 years. It is said that the reproduction of elves has been linked to the World Tree.
Of course, this rumor has not been confirmed yet...
But in any case, the special existence form of elves is indeed a symbol of night elf civilization. The souls of elves in the form of elves do not have self-awareness. They will instinctively entangle themselves in the World Tree or the Moon Well.
On the branches of forest trees, thousands of elves can be seen almost everywhere in the night elves' strongholds. After night falls, these special souls will illuminate the homes of the elves in the dark.
, it looks really beautiful.
Under the night of Mount Hyjal, the land dotted with hundreds of thousands of elves is a wonder of Azeroth.
Of course, tonight, this beautiful scene that has lasted for more than 10,000 years will come to an end.
Malfurion's cold body lay at Tyrion's feet. The great druid still retained the expression before his death. It was a calm that seemed to be rescued and sacrificed. In Tyrion's spiritual vision, he could clearly see
Seeing the pain in Malfurion's soul, it was probably because he had done some wrong things outside of his own will in the two months since he was captured... This made the sober Archdruid very painful.
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So much so that this kind of sacrifice-like death was a kind of relief for him.
But the horn that Malfurion blew before his death was now held in Tyrion's hand. It was a small wooden horn, very simple, without any decorative patterns, and it looked like a piece of wood.
It's like an ancient-style decoration, and the power contained in it has been released by the trumpet blowing just now. As for the effect it caused...
The great lord raised his head. In the dark night in front of him, hundreds of thousands of elves rushing towards the burning World Tree from all directions on Mount Hyjal were like the tide of light in the dark night, in the sky filled with death.
The domain formed a shining river similar to a fairy tale. Probably feeling Malfurion's determination before his death, the flying postures of these peaceful and unconscious elves all appeared menacing.
And these elves with weak individual strength were combined in huge numbers, covering the entire Mount Hyjal under the silver gauze, shining like daylight.
"It seems that I have enjoyed Archimonde's treatment, which is pretty good."
Tyrion looked down at the Archdruid, who was being slowly transformed by the power of death. He raised his head and looked at the beautiful and dangerous scene in front of him, with an indifferent smile on his lips.
The elves are weak, and the aggregation of souls makes them lack attack power. However, in critical moments, these aggregations of souls will often detonate all their soul power to cause damage to the opponent. The self-destruction of one or two elves can only do little at best.
It would harm the same weak mortals, but if the hundreds of thousands of little elves in front of them self-destructed together, the pure soul power of the damage would be superimposed and could even directly seriously injure a great demon.
What's more, there is a natural connection between these elves and the World Tree. At such a close distance from the World Tree, the self-destruction of these elves will also trigger the burning World Tree, destroying this towering giant tree.
The remaining huge amounts of life energy burst out together.
That would never be fun for any sane attacker...
In another timeline, 20 years after the Dark Portal, the great demon Archimonde led the demon army to attack Mount Hyjal. After paying huge casualties, the civilized coalition still could not stop the great demon from destroying the World Tree.
, at the last moment, Archdruid Malfurion blew this "Horn of Nature's Wrath" and summoned the elves from the entire Mount Hyjal and even the Ashenvale Forest. In that terrifying self-destruction, the entire Nordrassil
The life energy of the World Tree exploded, killing the powerful Archimonde in the center of Mount Hyjal.
That war destroyed the World Tree and the immortality of the night elves, but it was a suicide attack based on the imminent destruction of civilization, and it was not the same as the current scene of being destroyed by Tyrion.
In short, despite the fact that the elves are weak individually and lack the ability to protect themselves, when they come together...the power of these little people is enough to change the world.
However, this desperate counterattack method is useless against Tyrion...
He controls the world of death, and he controls the soul. The power of the elves cannot harm the master of the soul, just like using huge flowing water, it still cannot stop the flood that submerges the world. This is the power that Malfurion mobilized to save civilization.
, it can only fall into the hands of the great lord in the end.
"Shua"
Yuna, the little ghost of the Holy Light, appeared on Tyrion's shoulder. She was like a little hen guarding her young. She was holding a strange creature in her hand, which looked like a fish-man. It was very small and seemed to have just been removed from the body.
It hatched from the egg, but this fish-man is a little weird. This fish-man is full of the smell of evil energy. It seems that he was infected by evil energy when he was a larvae.
What surprised Tyrion was that this little murloc with purple scales all over its body also had devil-like horns on its forehead, and its body also had natural magic patterns formed due to evil energy infection.
In a breath, this little guy can even spit out evil fire. Although it is only a small flame, its lethality is real.
"Where did you find this little monster?"
Tyrion asked with great interest. Yuna happily held the chirping fel murloc in her hand like a grumpy little devil, and said to Tyrion with a proud look on her face:
"I won it... I call it a fish egg! Wow! It's so beautiful!"
The little ghost Yuna sat on Tyrion's shoulder. She saw the elves in front of her converging into a screen of light. She let out a girl's sigh, but the next moment, her eyes looked at the figure at Tyrion's feet.
Malfurion's body, she immediately let out another exclamation:
"Ah! It's the ugly Xiongxiong! Why is he here too! He's still dead!"
"He'll wake up soon."
Tyrion did not pursue why Yuna knew Malfurion. This little ghost had his own secret. Tyrion knew this a long time ago, but he was unwilling to interfere with her because Yuna
Although she is kind-hearted and lively, this little girl who has lived for more than 20,000 years is not a fool. She has her own little wisdom.
"Open the door, Yuna."
The big lord reached out and grabbed an elf who was approaching him and tried to self-destruct. He held it in front of his eyes and looked at it, and then said to Yuna:
"Send these little elves to the realm of death...this is good material. They will soon have a new life."
"Okay!"
Yuna grabbed the violent little evil fish-man "fish egg" with one hand, and grabbed her star wand with the other hand. In the halo of blue mixed with golden light, the world cracks leading to the death world were revealed.
The hole suddenly opened, and the cold wind of the spiritual world roared away the darkness above the battlefield. The call from the dead world made the originally angry elves become confused, and the call of the soul's destination made them turn around in the air.
He knew the direction and plunged into the gate leading to the world of death.
Just as Tyrion said to Prince Faroldis, no matter how weird the undead variant is, as long as it is still undead, it must follow the rules he set for the dead world... These creatures that exist in the form of souls
The same goes for elves.
Also being brought back to the realm of death were the souls of those who died on this dark battlefield. The released gods of death tied those painful souls with chains of death, flying in the air with strange and light postures, carrying them with them.
The souls of those elven warriors rushed into the realm of death, while those few who were lucky enough to survive the raging ravages of death stood on the battlefield with blank faces.
They could see those gods of death taking away the souls of their comrades, but when faced with monsters that could not be killed with weapons, even the most powerful warriors would feel a sense of bewilderment and helplessness.
This is not a war with Naga, it is not a war that can be won with weapons and firm will... How can a mortal fight against death?
Tyrion did not pay attention to the survivors of the war. He did not care about these people who survived. He also had no intention of completely exterminating the night elves on this night. He turned around and looked at the people behind him who had been burned by the black fire of the soul.
Only the main trunk of the World Tree is left, and the ashes of the burned branches are flying in the wind, but they do not scatter. Like a wanderer who is nostalgic for his hometown, they spin into gray loops in the air.
There is no crackling frequency when ordinary flames are burning, and there is no burning heat and destruction. The black fire that represents death burns the vitality of the World Tree. In Tyrion's spiritual vision, this star is in front of him.
The World Tree, which has huge vitality, has more than half of the nightmare infection inside it been purified by the burning of death.
"You can obviously choose a more appropriate method, and you have enough power to use those gentle methods. Why do you always use pain to achieve your goals? Even if it is doing good things!"
Elune's light, gauze-like voice sounded in Tyrion's heart. The image outlined by that voice was like a girl who felt sad watching the World Tree wither. She asked softly:
"Tyrion, is this really your bad taste? Or is it a manifestation of your malice towards the world? Why do you hate this world so much? Why do you hate me so much?"
The great lord did not answer the question immediately. He stretched out his hand and took out a half-burnt leaf among the ashes of the World Tree flying in front of him. He looked at the dark red lines on the leaf that were corroded by nightmares and lowered his head.
Voice said:
"Because death is not the warm holy light, nor the peaceful nature, nor the arcane magic that represents order. Death is cruel, and its appearance must be accompanied by pain."
"Elune, my friend, I know that you want these "heroes" to be filled with the belief of protection and love, and to break through the shackles of fate with incomparable justice. I admit that protection and love can indeed make people embark on the journey.
Faith on the road to salvation, but you and I need time now, we don’t have that much time left for them to slowly change..."
The high lord raised his hand, and the half-burnt leaf was thrown into the flames, and was quickly burned clean. And between the waving of Tyrion's fingers, the door to the world of death opened by Yuna was here.
It expanded rapidly in an instant, and soon formed a towering cone-shaped gate. Amidst the wild whistling of the wind in the spiritual world, the gate was more like the kiss of a giant beast opening in the world of death, as if it was about to sweep this world away.
Tear off a piece abruptly.
"So I will use a more violent belief that gives people a greater sense of purpose, turning it into endless whipping to urge them to move forward on the road of revenge, hate! The Tyrande you choose, and the Eli I want to shape
Dan, they all need this kind of hatred and pain to make them grow up quickly... You see, what they need most, I gave them generously!"
Tyrion was talking to his partner Elune. In the fierce wind, he waved his fingers forward. The cracks in the dead world roared and moved forward. In the deep sound like a giant beast swallowing water, the darkness
The boundaries are like sharp teeth closing together, swallowing the World Tree that is burning in the last night into the edge of the world of death.
The High Lord never wanted to leave the World Tree on Mount Hyjal... He would indeed burn the tree, but after the blazing black fire, more useful life would be born. After all, he started from the beginning
I told Azshara that this tree... is useful!
"The world calls me the Destroyer and the Great Demon King. It doesn't matter... You and I know what kind of despair we will face. To break through that despair, we need the aggregation of countless kinds of power, but it definitely does not include the gossip of mortals.
...As long as there is a perfect result, it doesn't matter what method and process is adopted..."
Tyrion's hands crisscrossed and closed like a curtain closing a stage. The next moment, the crack in the death world that put the world tree Nordrassil in the shadows suddenly closed, and the first ray of dawn light from Mount Hyjal shone.
The moment the darkness was torn apart and the earth was illuminated, the towering tree completely disappeared in the original position of the World Tree. It was like a symbol of the era, which was completely destroyed with the collapse of the era. In that pool
On the lake that shines like the moonlight, there are only a few ashes that have nowhere to put them.
Just like the leaves that finally withered, they slowly sank into the meaningless waters of Luna Lake with a sad attitude.
The great lord turned back and looked at the sunlight emerging from the sky. He squinted his eyes and said softly:
"I know, and you agree with me. You also know that everything I do is right, Elune... This is why you let me do this."
"Go and finish what you have to do...I will accompany you to finish this scene, but hurry up..."
