"Darkness is eroding my heart... I don't know how long I can stay awake. I can only leave a message in this way..."
"Something happened in Ulduar that I don't know about. This sacred place has fallen..."
"The guardians are killing each other, everything is going crazy, and I'm guarding the Greenhouse of Life...the last species-keeping sandbox in Azeroth."
"I can hear them roaring out of the ground, twisting everything..."
"Kids, if you can hear me... help me!"
"My life or death is not important, but the greenhouse of life... cannot fall. Once the furnace of origin is activated, this is the beginning of new life... It must be protected!"
"Children...please forgive me for entrusting you with this important task, please forgive me for being selfish..."
"But I...I have no one I can trust anymore...Tyr is dead, God, everything is over..."
On the sun-scorched stone pillars of Soraza Basin, all the wilderness demigods gathered here. On the stone platform in front of them, the haggard face of Ms. Freya, the guardian of life, shone out of the activated green seed.
, as well as her intermittent voice and instructions.
From Freya's voice, the wilderness demigods could sense the panic in this "mother's" heart, and from her deep and hoarse voice, they could sense Ms. Freya's last will.
Yes, she seemed to have prepared for the worst, leaving a message for help to her most trusted "children", who were the only people she could still trust at that time.
However, this message was late... twenty-five thousand years.
"Why?"
The somewhat irritable bear-man Ursol, the brother of the giant bear god Ursok, looked at the green seeds and asked:
"Why have we only received Mother's request for help 20,000 years ago?"
"At that time, we were scattered all over the world, and at that time, several ecological parks of the Creator were strangely closed... I remember it very clearly."
Tortura, the turtle demigod known as the "Wise One" among the wilderness demigods, said slowly:
"They were only reopened when the night elves resisted the invasion of the Burning Legion, and they were forcibly opened because of the big explosion of the Well of Eternity... Mother's letter for help has been sealed in the Sholazar Basin... And just now
When it comes to light again, you...you have all died in the ancient war."
"So, we are ten thousand years late again."
The wolf god Goldrinn said in a deep voice:
"We stayed in the Emerald Dream doing nothing, and let the poor mother wait alone in that cage for ten thousand years... Then what are we waiting for now?"
"Come into Ulduar! Rescue her!"
"Don't be impulsive!"
This time, it was Esenna, the mother of elves and forests, who spoke this time. This demigod in the form of an elf said in a gentle voice:
"Mother warned us that there is a dark power in Ulduar that she cannot resist, and we are all weak now. It is very dangerous to enter it rashly. The ancient god is sealed there... Yog-Sa
Long. Moreover, the message left by my mother made it very clear that the Titan Guardians like her may have been controlled by the dark power of the ancient gods. This is an issue we must consider."
"Agamaggan! You are the only one among us who has fought an ancient god head-on. You also helped mortals kill C'Thun. Now tell us... how to kill an ancient god?"
The giant bear Ursok turned to look at the wild boar demigod beside him, and Agamag snorted a few times before reluctantly saying:
"No...it's not a mortal who can kill it, and it's not me...it's a secret, but the current situation is special, so I'll just say it straight away. Depending on us, we can at most kill the body of the ancient god, but we can't get rid of it.
The even more terrifying soul of that void creature..."
"What was your last time?"
"It is Tyrion, Lord of the Darkblade, Commander of Death."
Agamagan turned his head away, seeming a little ashamed and embarrassed and said:
"It was Tyrion and I who joined forces to kill C'Thun. The god of death took away the soul of the ancient god. He said that in fact, even he could not kill an ancient god in this world...
Moreover, judging from the current situation, Yogg-Saron may be much stronger than C'Thun. After all, it has corrupted the entire Titan City."
Agamaggan's words silenced all the demigods. No one thought that there was such a story behind the last kill of C'Thun.
"You need foreign help! It's obvious!"
A sharp voice interrupted the silence of the demigods, and Ansu, who was standing on the stone pillar with Rukhma, croaked:
"It's time to put down the meaningless pride in your heart. Brothers and sisters, if you want to save your mother, you must cooperate with Tyrion, whom you hate. And we have reason to believe that that guy must have put his hand into Audu
Larry, of course, if you can't lose face, I can be your messenger..."
Ansu flapped his wings:
"As long as you can agree to some of that guy's... weird requests, that guy will be happy to help. He's actually... well, how should I put it, he's a pretty generous person."
At this moment, Anzu seemed to have become Tyrion's spokesperson among the demigods in the wilderness. Seeing his proud look, Rukhma pecked Anzu's wings hard to calm him down.
This fool can't understand the current situation at all. The demigods are not forced to a dead end like last time. They represent life and will never bow to Tyrion, who represents death... This has nothing to do with personality and experience.
, is purely the influence of two opposing forces.
"I think we actually have another option."
The slow turtle demigod said:
"Maybe we should invite our four "companions" far away in Pandaria. They are more powerful than us. If they join, this matter should become easier. Moreover, we don't need to kill the ancients.
God, as long as the mother is rescued...the threat of the ancient gods can be left to those more capable people to deal with...such as..."
The wise man Tortura glanced at Anzu, and a hint of cunning flashed in his turtle eyes:
"For example, the mysterious and powerful Lord Tyrion!"
"But we have nothing to do with them."
Black Panther Ashaman said with some worry:
"Before Pandaria reappeared, we almost didn't know that we had four such powerful companions... They were not creatures shaped by our mother. They were closer to other guardians. It's hard to say whether they were willing or not.
help."
"Don't worry, they will help."
The turtle demigod said confidently:
"It's about the ancient gods and guardians, it's about the war between chaos and order. As long as they still recognize themselves as a part of the Titan creation system, they have no shirk... You go to the Storm Peaks first, and fight with those who are trying to enter Aldu
Our mortal legions unite, those mortals have the ability to help us and help them break open the door to Ulduar!"
"I went to Pandaria as quickly as possible... I will convince them, but before I come back, I warn those mortals not to go too deep into Ulduar. The dark power in it may be more terrifying than they imagined.
Some."
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The arrival of the mysterious and powerful wilderness demigods greatly increased the confidence of the already high morale of the civilized coalition camp.
The commanders of the coalition forces specially held a simple "welcoming ceremony" for these wilderness demigods who came from afar. They watched the powerful beasts that only existed in myths and legends take elegant steps and walked into them like gods.
At the camp, the soldiers watching around let out loud cheers.
Especially when Agamaggan, the razor boar god who once helped the coalition forces in the Battle of Silithus, appeared on the scene, those soldiers who participated in the Battle of Quicksand kept throwing their ribbons in the air in this way.
Welcome the return of "old comrades".
The thoughts of the mortal soldiers are very simple. Last time in the Silithus Desert, Agamaggan helped the mortal heroes kill the terrifying ancient god C'Thun. This time in the Battle of Ulduar, they
We may have to face another terrifying evil god again, so with Agamaggan's help again, we may be able to survive this war without any danger.
However, they didn't know that Agamagam was beating up and down in his heart at this moment... This honest wild boar didn't think he could defeat an ancient god head-on.
My family knows their own affairs, but the problem is that in the current situation, Agamagan is not allowed to tell the secret to everyone... That will directly cause morale to collapse.
Moreover, the current position of the wilderness demigods in the natural faith world of Azeroth is a bit embarrassing to be honest.
The Cenarion Circle has a very deep relationship with them, but their resurrection is controlled by the Wither Order. Faced with the differences and conflicts between the two Druid sects, the Wild Demigods can only choose to be neutral and not favor anyone.
On the one hand, fortunately, the Emerald Dream has become a lot quieter due to the collapse of Nordrassil. The druids who can enter it are all masters with extremely high attainments in magic, and the masters are also very well-educated.
, this also prevents religious disputes in this world from continuing into the Emerald Dream.
But if this continues, a war of faith will inevitably break out between two different natural beliefs... At that time, no matter who wins or loses, the vigorous development of the way of nature will be severely affected.
But there is nothing we can do about it...
The Wild Demigods are almost the last reinforcements in the civilized world of Azeroth to participate in the upcoming Ulduar War. A war against the City of Titan is about to begin, and outside a solemn and solemn battlefield,
The great lord, who was painstakingly studying the science of creation, also received news about the wilderness demigod's participation in the war.
This news was sent by Anzu's Raptor Druid Patriarch, Miss Hisali Black Crow, in the dark of night. It was also mixed with some small "suggestions" from Anzu regarding this war.
"Ah, traitors are so terrible..."
The high lord put down the obscure and complicated Titan language book in his hand and opened Ansu's letter. Looking at Ansu's weird proposals, he couldn't help but say:
"What's going on with this guy? I obviously didn't let him help me win over those demigods... This is because he is addicted to selling his teammates... What a terrible crow."
"but..."
Tyrion put down the letter, narrowed his eyes, reached out and pinched his neck, and whispered:
"Ansu's suggestion is a bit interesting. How can death and death determine the winner? To defeat the "evil" death, shouldn't the "just" life be allowed to attack? No, no, no... it's not a head-on confrontation.
, a trap!”
"Yes! One of my favorite traps!"
"Ms. Hela will definitely enjoy this "party" very much. I have found so many "cute" animal companions to make her happy. Shouldn't she feel happy?"
The high lord's fingers made circles on the envelope. After a moment, a perfect plan took shape in his mind. He leaned on the chair, thought for a moment, then waved and wrote a reply, and then whistled.
, a ghostly owl that was looming in the night, as graceful as a living creature carved from perfect jade, appeared on his shoulder.
He fed a few soul stone fragments to Moonpaw, an owl that had been domesticated for nearly ten years, then tied the reply letter to the owl's leg and patted Moonpaw's head. The next moment, the owl was silent.
It flew into the darkness and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.
After doing all this, the high lord picked up the obscure Titan language book again and began to study the knowledge of creation with a frown... And in the corner of the laboratory behind him, there were piles of all kinds of bad steel.
The specimens of the constructs, those weird things, were a hundred times uglier than the most chaotic creations of the ancient gods, like the corpses of a group of spineless soft-bodied creatures that had failed to evolve.
Even a single glance will make people feel the malice from the world...
But fortunately, the great lord is a person who is good at learning. In just a few days, he has been able to create a structure that can at least walk on two legs. In the field of creation, knowledge is power, and practice can lead to true knowledge.
, so now, burning the midnight oil to read, studying tirelessly... It really makes the great lord feel...