41. The tree of reincarnation--for the purpose of playing game brothers [7/10] (repair)
The desolate beach in the northeast of the Kalimdor continent is a ruined land called "Azshara". It is said that 10,000 years ago, it was part of Jin Azshara, the capital of the Elf Empire. But now,
There are only collapsed stone temples that have faded over time, and the ruins of huge building complexes that vaguely reveal the prosperous scenery here ten thousand years ago.
Nagas and murlocs would occasionally enter this ruins at night, trying to search for something, but they would soon be driven away by the mysterious blue dragons here.
It is said that a great mage of New Dalaran lives in seclusion in the Azshara Mountains. He and his apprentices are trying to find some treasures and knowledge from the Elf Empire ten thousand years ago in these ruins.
On the cliff edge of the most desolate northern coast of Azshara, this is an inaccessible wilderness. There is nothing here. In the desolation, there is only an ordinary vine tree standing on the cliff edge.
There, but if you look carefully, you can easily see that this ordinary-looking tree has vines extending from its roots, all the way down the towering cliff walls, and finally disappearing into the cold sea water.
among.
This tree... is actually not ordinary at all.
"ah!"
Amidst the sound of the waves lapping at the desolate shores of Azshara, a half-insubstantial figure appeared beside the unspectacular trees. He was in a very embarrassed state. This soul body seemed to have been seriously injured in the previous crazy battle.
The body that resembled a satyr demon was covered with weak soul wounds, and behind him, the limbs of the nightmare that originally had a sense of beauty were completely torn open.
Now, he was as embarrassed as a bald chicken that had lost a fight.
"Ah, damn it!"
Xavius raised his arms weakly. He looked at the scars on his soul, and his hatred for Malfurion became even deeper, but there was also a trace of fear in it.
Obviously, Malfurion, who has adapted to death, has become more terrifying, especially after abandoning the meaningless concept of peace. The archdruid has turned into the most feared beast of death... He had previously
You can still use dirty tricks to assassinate Malfurion, but now, facing Malfurion who has lost his bottom line, even a villain like him feels a sense of fear that he has not seen for a long time.
The fighting ability of a good old guy who has completely turned into a black man... is really terrifying.
But even if Malfurion destroyed Xavius's body in the Emerald Nightmare, it would actually be meaningless. Before the explosion of the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago, Xavius's soul was destroyed by Malfurion himself.
Sealed in this oak tree, and after falling into the deep sea and meeting N'Zoth, the ancient god transformed Xavius into the Nightmare King.
The power of the Ancient God gave Xavius the ability to reshape his body in dreams, but the problem is that his soul is still in the oak tree. As he said, the Nightmare King in the Emerald Dream,
At best, it is just a shadow of Xavius. Although it is indeed painful when it is torn apart, and it will make him extremely weak, he will not die from it.
And the body of the oak tree is still in the "Holy City" of N'Zoth, under the darkest deep sea of Azeroth, in the sleeping city of Ny'alotha, and this tree on the coast of Azshara
It is only connected to Xavius's body through roots. The method that was once used to punish this villain has become a bargaining chip for Xavius to avoid death thousands of years later.
I have to say, things in this world are really confusing.
"But that's okay...enjoy your victory, it won't last long."
Xavius moved his soul body. He looked back in the direction of Mount Hyjal. The towering World Tree had long since disappeared. This scene made Xavius feel a little resentful.
"Damn Dark Blade! Just like a disgusting shit-stirring stick, you are everywhere!"
The aggrieved Nightmare King cursed loudly at the endless sea in front of him, venting his extreme dissatisfaction. However, he was also a wise guy. He even, at this moment, when he was weak
, at least don't wander around in the world. Once the druids find this tree hidden on the coast of Azshara, then he will lose the best channel to invade the Kalimdor civilization.
This is not worth the loss...
But the problem is that Xavius wants to return to the deep sea city of Ny'alotha through this tree that is connected to his body. Unfortunately, not everyone is willing to let him go back so easily.
"Look! The lost dog!"
A strange female voice suddenly sounded behind Xavius' soul body, causing the Nightmare King who was about to enter the tree to turn around, but what he saw was not a woman, but a man wearing a long black cloak, holding his own
A human with his face covered in darkness and wearing the white linen robes often worn by monks.
Judging from the Holy Light emblem hanging on his chest, this should be a human priest of the Holy Light Church, but the problem is that Xavius can feel that there seems to be something dark hidden in the body of this human priest.
.Something very similar to the power of the ancient gods he had come into contact with.
"What did you say?"
Xavius shouted angrily to the hooded Chaldea Morgan:
"Who are you calling a lost dog? Why don't you kneel down to me after seeing the great King of Nightmares? You stupid mortal! I want to punish you!"
The King of Nightmares is not simply scaring Chaldea, he wants to use this method to force Chaldea to show his trump card, so that he can identify which ancient god this weird human being in front of him is a servant of.
If it is a servant of N'zoth, it means that he may have found another "chess piece" that can be used.
If he were a servant of Yogg-Saron, then his life would be meaningless!
A cold light flashed in Xavius's eyes. However, facing the threat of the Nightmare King, this weak-looking human priest just shook his head, and he whispered as if talking to himself:
"Look at the look in his eyes. He is still thinking about how to use me. Maybe, he also wants to kill me... You always tell me that N'Zoth's cage is not as strong as it used to be, and you also praise N'Zoth for being in the dark.
The darkness and weirdness of the conspiracy in the world, but now, look, what do I see?"
Chaldea whispered. He raised his head and looked at the weak Nightmare King in front of him with a look mixed with curiosity. He shook his head contemptuously:
"What I saw was just a small creature at the feet of a giant beast that could devour the world, trying to kneel sincerely, and trying to escape out of fear. Is this the general under N'Zoth? This is really disappointing...
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This contemptuous language made the Nightmare King grit his teeth, but the next moment, the voice of the woman who spoke just now sounded again, seemingly answering Chaldea's question invisibly:
"Of course! Of course, he is much worse than you. Xavius is the god worshiped by the Satyrs. He has his own dark wisdom. He betrayed the devil at the right time. That was an excellent choice.
It's a pity that he has taken refuge with an unreliable master... It's time for us to let him return from his lost ways."
This time, Xavius felt the origin of the voice, and his eyes fell on the purple ritual dagger on Chaldea's waist. He could see the true identity of this dagger that concealed his true face at a glance.
"Ah! It's Xal'atath!"
The King of Nightmares let out a scream, and he turned around and ran away, but the next moment, when Chaldea raised his hand, several tentacles composed of pure shadows easily wrapped around Xavius
Trapped less than a meter away from the tree.
The Nightmare King was too weak, and at this unlucky moment, he met the Patriarch of the Fifth Ancient God...a truly strong man hidden in the human kingdom.
It has been more than ten years since Chaldea held Xal'atath. He has not been given up by this evil blade of darkness yet, which shows that his potential and power may not be as terrifying as the great lord.
, but the power of darkness in Chaldea's body is enough to easily destroy a civilization.
His failure to do so meant that he and his master were planning a more terrifying conspiracy.
"But that's it..."
The Archbishop shook his head and casually took out the Blade of the Dark Empire from his waist. He strolled towards the frightened Xavius and the tree connected to Xavius's body. He held the knife and looked back and forth between the two.
After looking at it, he asked:
"So, who should I stab? The soul, or the tree?"
After speaking, without waiting for Xalatas to speak, Chaldea happily made a decision:
"Ah, I'm so stupid. I'm considering so many things, so I might as well just kill each other..."
After the words fell, the dark dagger shining with the purest power of the ancient gods sank into the soul body of the Nightmare King. The shrill laughter from the fifth ancient god made the arrogant Nightmare King tremble and unable to utter even a single sound.
A cry for mercy.
He is just N'Zoth's lackey, and Xal'atath is a dark existence on the same level as N'Zoth... far beyond what he can resist.
And under the indifferent gaze of Chaldea holding the dagger, Xavius realized...Today, if he still wants to continue to live, maybe he may have to find a new master...
Now, poor Xavius is really going to become a domestic slave with three surnames.
But no one will pity him, right?
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In the wilderness of the dead world, tens of thousands of undead are building a large stone garden under the will of the great lord. The scene of those ten thousand people working is very lively. The undead who have regained their sanity and freedom here are talking to each other.
, chatting and laughing, just like when they were still alive, but such noise did not affect the construction progress.
After one day, the garden was almost ready to take shape.
This is not a decision made by the great lord on a whim, but to welcome a "new guest" to this world.
"Xavius is dead?"
The high lord Tyrion is holding a pair of exquisite scissors, pruning the branches of a strange tree that is as tall as a person in front of him. The appearance of this tree is a bit strange. Its trunk and new branches are all wrapped with a pale halo.
From a distance, it looks like a glowing tree.
In the open space behind the new trees, the original branches of Nordrassil, the withered world tree, are being cut open by several undead craftsmen with tools. Although those tree trunks have lost their huge life energy, they are still there after all.
Coming from the World Tree, those woods will also have many magical effects, and they will be pruned into materials similar to the original embryos of the staff, as rewards for those who have meritorious service from the Dark Blade Legion in the future.
Based on the size of the World Tree, these materials are estimated to be enough for many years...
Facing the high lord's casual question, Malfurion, the Death Druid who stood behind him as silent as a statue. Stormrage nodded silently and said in a low and hoarse voice:
"I tore his body apart and watched as the vines decomposed the last piece of his flesh and bones. But the Nightmare King did not die so easily. His soul may have returned to the Sunless Sea."
"That's nothing...just a clown. The most important thing is whether you have vented the bad breath in your heart."
Tyrion carefully cut off a malformed branch. This action made the tree in front of him rooted in the ground of the Death World tremble, as if he felt pain.
This action made the great lord smile. He reached out and patted the strange tree. He said softly:
"Look, Malfurion, the Tree of Reincarnation is growing very healthily. It seems that it has adapted to the climate of the dead world. This is really good... Speaking of which, this tree that is of great significance to us still needs another life.
A dedicated “gardener.”
Tyrion turned around and looked at Malfurion, who was silent for a long time:
"I know that you are resisting us, and that's okay. I am a generous person, and I allow dissidents to exist, so I will not force you to serve the Dark Blade, but... the valuable knowledge you possess
It can't be wasted like this, so it's up to you to take care of this tree, okay?"
The archdruid did not answer. Just as Tyrion said, he was still struggling with the matter of his resurrection from the dead, especially the life and nature he believed in before, and the imprint of the soul did not dissipate so easily.
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Seeing the archdruid's hesitation, Tyrion put down the scissors and said:
"After the Tree of Reincarnation grows up, it will be responsible for attracting souls from the outside world, and then returning those innocent people to the living world to start their new life. Nordrassil itself also has the mission of reproducing the night elves.
Therefore, I believe that the Tree of Reincarnation will fulfill its mission well, oh, by the way... did I tell you that I left a signpost to the realm of death on Mount Hyjal?"
The high lord said to Malfurion casually:
"From today on, the souls of all the Kaldorei who died in Mount Hyjal will enter the realm of death through the beacon, and then be sent back to the bodies of those Kaldorei ladies who long for pregnancy through the Tree of Reincarnation. The night elves will
Completely getting rid of the shackles of the elves, the forest elves will continue the Kaldorei civilization through natural reproduction, just like humans and high elves."
"If the Tree of Reincarnation is in good condition, maybe the hundreds of thousands of elves who live here, as well as the souls of the elves who died on the battlefield, can return to the Kaldorei civilization as babies as quickly as possible...
.You see, this is a very serious and important mission..."
"Stop talking!"
Malfurion softly stopped what Tyrion was going to say. He already understood Tyrion's hidden meaning. He stretched out his hand and stroked the tree of reincarnation that had just been reborn from the decayed body.
, a glimmer of light flashed in the archdruid's black eyes:
"I will be the gardener of the tree of reincarnation...I will take care of it and do my best..."
"But this is not for you and your Dark Blade...at least for now, I will not serve you!"
