The Fountain of Youth, this is an ancient legend located in the continent of Pandaria.
According to the records of Pandaren scholars, the first few words about the Fountain of Youth came from a mogu warlord named "Duyang". It is said that the mogu warlord relied on the magical power of the Fountain of Youth to survive the harsh climate.
The Krasarang Jungle has lived for thousands of years and still maintains the healthiest body. Therefore, many Pandaren explorers believe that the magical spring controlled by the Duyang warlord has the power to make people immortal.
But this legend has never been confirmed. On the one hand, Krasarang Jungle is a tropical jungle with many water sources. Today, when the ancient Duyang Mo people are declining, it is difficult to determine the true location of the Fountain of Youth. On the other hand,
The Krasarang Jungle is full of dangerous creatures, including a large number of lizardmen, which makes it difficult for any investigation of the Fountain of Youth to truly penetrate into the deepest parts of the jungle, the most mysterious places.
As the evil disaster in Pandaria was quelled, the pandas on this continent began to tentatively establish contact with outside civilizations. Many magical legends about this magical continent were revealed through the first batch of pandas who set foot on the continent.
Mainland tourists spread out.
For short-lived species, immortality is always a fantasy that will never be cut off. Therefore, the Fountain of Youth in Krasarang has attracted many bold people to explore in the past period. It is said that even those who have never been
The night elves who care about these things have sent envoys. Considering that the immortality of the night elves has disappeared, and among the elves who have been blessed with eternal life, there are still many people who are unwilling to accept the result of the end of eternal life, so their actions can actually be
Got it.
But just like 90% of the weird theories in this world, the true appearance of this fountain of youth is not as magical as the legend.
The fountain of youth in Tyrion's hands was brought back by his precious daughters.
After the traveler Zhou Zhuo told the children the legend about the Fountain of Youth, these children have been planning to find the magical spring. Finally, one day last summer, these naughty children finally set foot on the Fountain of Youth.
On the road of exploration, and with the blessing of the strange "treasure hunting" aura of the little ghost Yuna, they discovered the fountain of youth that was almost drying up in the ruins of the oldest temple of the ancient Duyang Mo people.
They conducted experiments on small animals, and were disappointed to find that the Fountain of Youth had no ability to make living things immortal. These weird springs seemed to be blessed with some kind of strange curse. They could achieve strange transfers of vitality. The two drank it.
For creatures in the spring, all the vitality of the latter one will be transferred to the body of the former one.
The first person to drink the spring water will be healthier and even resurrected from the dead, but the second victim will definitely die.
This is the answer to the mystery why the Duyang warlord has maintained a healthy body for thousands of years. His "eternal life" is based on the death of countless tribesmen. This is also the final result of the Duyang Demon Ancients who were in great power for a while.
The cause of decline.
This thing is not a panacea at all, it is just like the most vicious poison.
But after the great lord heard about this, he sent his most trustworthy subordinates to secretly move the spring discovered by the children to a valley in the world of death. Tyrion saw this spring
Its unique function, as long as it is used properly, this strange spring water will definitely become the treasure of Dark Blade.
Just like now!
"Danglang"
On the top platform of the Dark Temple, after the prophet Velen drank the water from the fountain of youth, a strange force began to move in his immortal body, causing the prophet to stumble back and remove the crystal in his hand.
The cup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Tyrion stretched out his hand, and the cold death frost quickly formed a cold throne behind Velen, catching Velen's staggering body. The prophet fell on the cold throne, and he leaned there,
He could feel that his life was like a balloon with a gap opened, and the majestic life force kept pouring out of the gap, like pouring into a channel.
This is not a pleasant process. Judging from the prophet's painful expression, this process must be accompanied by strong squeezing of the body and soul. His blue cheeks twitched, as if there were countless insects.
Crawling under his skin, his expression was extremely ferocious. The prophet was rapidly becoming older and older, and the wrinkles on his face looked extremely dazzling at this moment.
In the eyes of the great lord, he could clearly see that the immortal vitality belonging to Velen was being quickly transferred to Nuri's dead body in the sarcophagus through a mysterious and difficult-to-identify magic node.
A stream of pure life force was like water flowing into the sarcophagus, and soon covered the dead body in an invisible manner.
The flow of life force filled Nuri's dead body bit by bit, integrating into every cell in his body that had stopped moving. It was like an original driving force, pushing the purified blood in his blood vessels.
It flowed through his body again, like a dazzling electric current, stimulating his cold heart to start beating again.
The most amazing thing is that after the body was "resurrected", the body instinctively called for Nuri's missing soul, just like calling the baby swallow to return to its nest.
In the open palm of the great lord, the dazed soul that had also been purified by death with evil energy was pulled and moved in the air. Finally, like a chain bound by the life force, it was pulled back into the body and began to move very quickly.
to adapt to this resurrected body.
It is difficult to say that this is magic similar to resurrection or necromancy. It is also difficult to say where the Mogu people found such a spring and how it appeared. But this cannot conceal the magic of this fountain of youth.
, it used a completely impossible method to resurrect a dead person in front of the great lord.
This is almost challenging the rules of death
However, the great lord raised his head and looked at the prophet Velen, whose breath was extremely weak. He could feel that this unreasonable resurrection was, in a sense, in line with the definition of death.
To redeem a soul from death, an equal soul must be sacrificed.
Just like being on a scale of death, both ends must be balanced. If one person lives, the other person must die.
It is like a ritual that demonstrates the majesty of death. It does not look outstanding on the surface, but the meaning it contains represents the truth of the transformation of death and life.
"Bang"
The high lord clasped his fingers and knocked on the side of the sarcophagus. The deep voice reached the ears of the sleeping Draenei in the sarcophagus:
"Child, it's time to wake up from the dream!"
"If you don't get up, you won't be able to make it to your father's funeral."
This voice seemed to have some kind of magic power, and it seemed to penetrate directly into the soul of General Rakish, that is, Nuri, making the young Draenei sit up suddenly from the sarcophagus, as if he was coming from a nightmare.
Like a person who wakes up from a sudden shock, he panted heavily, as if he was experiencing the breath he had regained, the refreshing feeling of breathing. He opened his eyes, and his blue eyes exactly like Velen looked around blankly, trying to eliminate
After being freed from the influence of evil energy, this young man's will began to return to his instincts.
How could a descendant of the prophet's blood be a natural destroyer?
Kil'jaeden's evil education distorted Nuri's nature and soul, and now, through the purification of death and the selfless dedication of a father, the child's nature has been reactivated, and those twisted wills and corrupted powers,
They are all being eliminated quickly.
Just like when Vihari was re-transformed from an eredar demon into a draenei, some of his past habits may still be affecting him, but after the remnants of the evil energy are removed, he will soon find his original self.
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"If you continue to look at me so rudely, child"
Tyrion looked at the young man Nuri who had been staring at him since his resurrection. He said to the son of the prophet in a gentle tone:
"I'll gouge out your eyes!"
This unabashed threat made the new draenei subconsciously raise their fists. Perhaps the evil aura surrounding the great lord was too strong. In short, some young people who were confused about the situation asked in a low voice.
:
"Who are you?"
"I am the nightmare you never want to experience, the kind that scares you awake at night and makes you cry for your mother!"
The great lord bared his teeth at the young man who seemed to have become stupid after removing the evil energy. Then he raised his hand and pointed at the front of the temple, sitting on the cold throne, with only the last breath of the prophet left:
"But it's not important. That person is the one you should be paying attention to right now! He is about to die for your meaningless life. Don't you want to say something to him?"
Only then did the young man notice that on the cold throne, sitting there with his head lowered and in an extremely weak posture, was the prophet Velen who was about to answer the call of death. Although the prophet had become extremely old, Nu Nu
Li still recognizes him.
In fact, he has not lost those memories of when he was "Rakish", nor has he forgotten the death of Velen and the Fel Mecha he drove in the darkness of the Naaru Seat in Sha'tar City.
Fighting, he has never forgotten the scene where he was lying in his father's arms and the most vicious words attacked him. Those memories, those memories filled with darkness and heavy fate, are like a mountain, coming from this overwhelming mountain.
Under the pressure, the young man was a little breathless.
But he still crawled out of the sarcophagus immediately, rushed to his father's side with bare feet, and held Velen's cold, ice-like hand with both hands.
Life, life is rapidly flowing away from the body of the immortal. The water of the Fountain of Youth is coldly maintaining the rules of death. The prophet is about to die, Velen is about to die. A heavy era is about to end at this moment, no,
This is not a complete end, there is still a grand final revenge drama, but that has nothing to do with the living.
"Father!"
Nuri accompanied Viren, he put Viren's cold hand on his forehead, and he whispered in a tone full of remorse and pain:
"Father, open your eyes and say something to me. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been wrong. Before she died, my mother advised me not to embark on that dark road, but I, I let her down, and hatred overwhelmed me.
Kil'jaeden's words distorted my mind. I'm not strong enough. I'm sorry. I'm not strong enough. I've done countless evil things. I've brought shame on your name. I'm sorry, I've let you down."
Viren could no longer speak.
Death was like a shadow coming on time, lying on his heavy body, trying to take away this precious soul, but the great lord standing beside the sarcophagus flicked his fingers, and the breath of death retreated for a moment.
For Tyrion's sake, the manifestation of the rules of all things "kindly" gave the prophet some time.
It was used to allow him to have a good conversation with his son who had escaped from the path of darkness.
"No, my Nuri."
Kneeling there, the young man in pain felt the cold hands on his forehead stroking his hair. This made Nuri raise his head in surprise. He saw his father leaning on the ice, covered by the cold breath.
He had already opened his eyes, probably because of the flashback before his death, which made Viren's eyes clear again. With difficulty, he showed a gentle smile. He looked at his son who was awake with relief and whispered:
"It's me who should say I'm sorry"
"I have entrusted you and your mother, my Yala, to endure pain that you should not have to endure. My child, I cannot imagine that in the past years, every day without your father's company, you
How lonely and painful it must have been. I know full well that Kil'jaeden will treat you in the cruelest way. He wanted to take revenge on me, but he made you and your mother suffer on my behalf. Nuri, I'm sorry."
"I saved many people, my son, but I don't feel proud or satisfied because of it. For more than 20,000 years in the stars, I have always buried the pain in my heart, because, because I failed to save you, I didn't
I can save my dearest person, but I failed to fulfill my duties as a father and a husband. You are right, I am a coward."
"No, father, you are not!"
Nuri was kneeling there. The young man's face was full of tears. After the darkness dissipated, the pain that had been suppressed for thousands of years burst out like a spring, making him burst into tears:
"You are not! Kil'jaeden mocked you, and Archimonde slandered you with vicious words, but I know that they are afraid of you. You made the two most terrifying demons in the stars feel afraid. When I was young,
I will be proud of you. You are not a coward, you are a hero. My mother always told me that you are the greatest hero among the stars! And I, I am the son of a hero."
"Haha, that's great."
Viren smiled weakly, and brushed his trembling hand on his son's warm forehead. He closed his eyes, as if he was saying to himself for the last time when falling asleep:
"Thank you, Nuri, thank you for your persistence, which allowed me to be saved in the end. I finally saved you, son, and I gave you a free future. I am worthy of my name, my blood, and your mother."
Thank you, Nouri”
"Live well, we will eventually see each other among the stars."
"Buzz"
At the moment when the prophet's fire of life finally dissipated, on his forehead, the completely dimmed Draenei leader's mark and the broken runes appeared on Nuri's forehead like a transfer of fate.
At this moment, the hand that the prophet was holding on his son's hair fell weakly.
"No!!!"
Accompanied by a heart-rending cry, under the gaze of another expressionless person, a great and tired life just disappeared.
He was born from his own cries and died from the cries of his relatives. His life was not perfect, but he had enemies who hated him and people who loved him. At the last moment of his life, he was accompanied by his blood. This is no longer the case.