The power of nature and life must be obtained by praying to the Moon God. This depends on the mood of the Moon God Elune. After all, there are very few people like Illidan who can use the power of nature without going through Elune.
The power of the Well of Eternity is endless and has no limit.
You can tell which one is better and which one is worse by comparing them.
Not all night elves are smart people. It is precisely because the power of the Well of Eternity is so easy to obtain that they do not know how to cherish it, but instead become interested in the power of the Moon God.
By the time you realize you've been fooled, you've fallen too deep and there's no room for regret.
Brox is not a night elf. He has been fighting with the Burning Legion for ten thousand years and has never seen anything.
The prosperity of the world is fleeting, only strength is the most important.
Brooks is a typical advocate of the strong.
He tried to gain access to the magic of the Well of Eternity, but apparently the Well was not friendly to orc souls.
Other than that, it can only be the power of the Moon God. Brox, who traveled through time 10,000 years ago, knew the future of the night elves. In the end, the moon god Elune defeated Queen Azshara, allowing the night elves to become the masters of the world.
Regress to the Stone Age.
The power of nature and life is powerful enough, but the feeling of being choked by the moon god Elune is not good.
Brox has his own ideas. He longs for a very familiar and powerful power, evil energy, that is comparable to the Well of Eternity.
It's a pity that this body is too weak. He needs a large and strong body to withstand more evil energy.
"Tylande."
Brox shouted rudely. He had already figured out the temperament of these Moon God Priests. The more ferocious their attitude, the more they bowed down.
Sure enough, Tyrande looked very flattering, almost kneeling on the ground, and said flatteringly:
"Dear envoy of the gods, your glory shines like the stars. May I ask what you want me to do?"
Brox opened his mouth and glanced at Tyrande's delicate skin with greedy eyes. Tyrande remembered the days when she was bitten by orcs. She was trembling with fear and sweating profusely. She thought that if Brox wanted to eat
what do I do?
Fortunately, Brooks did not make this request. He said with a ferocious face:
"I need some manpower, capable guards or priests, who will obey my orders unconditionally. The Moon God orders me to do something, which is very important."
Brooks had no pressure to pretend to be the oracle of the moon god.
Tyrande's heart was pounding, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly agreed: "Dear envoy of the gods, as you wish, I will send you the most powerful guard in the Temple of the Moon."
By the calm lake, the residence of Cenarius.
Crassus and Ronin were sitting on the grass, chewing on some kind of plant roots that were difficult to eat. Their expressions were as miserable as the taste of the roots.
Opposite is a gorgeous and exquisite wooden table. Cenarius stands beside the table and teaches seriously:
"The power of a druid lies in dedication. The more you give, the more you gain."
There was a roasted whole cow on the table. The golden roast was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, full of aroma. It was covered with a thick layer of honey on the inside and outside. Cenarius chewed the roast and drank the best rose wine.
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Apparently, Cenarius had had enough of the betrayal of Crassus and Rhonin and no longer wanted to disguise himself.
"Because you don't know how to give, you will lose everything." Cenarius chewed the barbecue and said piously: "The great Moon God treats believers extremely justly, just like Brox, he dedicated to the Moon God, so he
I was rewarded by the Moon God and became a noble divine envoy."
When it comes to Brooks, Krasus and Ronin are not convinced. It is really baffling why the barbaric orcs became the messengers of gods. However, the situation is stronger than the human beings, so one dragon and one person can only bury their doubts deep in their hearts.
"Well said, small and despicable Cenarius, the core of druidry lies in dedication."
Cenarius became furious after hearing this. He turned around angrily and saw his disciple Malfurion, followed by more than a dozen guards from the Temple of the Moon.
No, the visitor's eyes were glowing red, and the evil expression was not the familiar Malfurion at all. The aura of evil energy made Cenarius recognize the soul in this body.
"Are you the angel Brooks?" Cenarius asked in surprise.
Brooks laughed loudly. He pushed Cenarius away unceremoniously, grabbed the barbecue on the table and put it into his mouth. He also picked up the rose water wine that Cenarius had collected for a long time and poured it into his throat in large gulps.
Cenarius felt sorry for his wine and frowned slightly. He had a distinguished status. According to legend, he was the legitimate son of the moon god Elune and the white deer Malorne. He was the son of the god, and the envoys could only be regarded as the servants of the son of god.
However, Brooks did not take him seriously at all, which frightened Cenarius. He secretly prayed to the moon god Elune, but Elune did not always respond in time, and Cenarius was immediately at a loss.
Brooks ate most of the roasted beef, burped with satisfaction, and looked at Cenarius kindly.
Huge antlers, the upper body is like a night elf, and the lower body is the body of a deer. As long as there is enough powerful energy, the body structure can be changed. On this basis, it can become a strong abyss lord.
Brooks smiled gloomily:
"Shameless Cenarius, you are the most humble existence in the world. The way of a druid lies in dedication. This envoy needs a strong enough body. Your body can barely satisfy me. For the great moon
God, dedicate your humble body to the path of druidry, Cenarius."
After hearing this, Cenarius became angry and couldn't bear it anymore, and said angrily: "Brooks, do you know what you are talking about? My son of Elune, you dare to peek into my body, and no one can save you.
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"Ha ha ha ha!"
Brooks laughed arrogantly, showing a cruel look:
"Then let's take a gamble and see if your mother is willing to save you. Don't think too highly of yourself. You are just a bastard. The Moon God doesn't care about you."
Brooks' confidence comes from the fact that ten thousand years later, after Cenarius was killed, the moon god not only failed to protect his beloved son, but also did not unleash his anger to avenge him even after his death.
Therefore, Brooks speculated that either the statement of the son of Cenarius Moon God was to put money in his own face, that he was bragging about it himself, or that Elune did not care about this son at all.
Cenarius was shaking with anger and shouted: "Brooks, you are blaspheming the moon god. You are offending a god. You are walking on the edge of danger."
"If you want to gain power, you must take risks." Brooks looked at the moon well next to the cabin.
The power of the Moon Well is very magical. Under the illumination of the moon, it can fill a pool of water every night. It has a powerful healing effect and can save people even if they only have one breath left.
"I have a small goal."
Brooks looked at Cenarius and said fiercely:
"I will hang you next to the moon well and cut off half of your body with a knife every day and roast it to eat. Then I will soak your body in the moon well to heal. Either your mother Moon Goddess will save you, or you will save you."
If you can't bear it anymore, give up this body voluntarily. I understand that you wilderness demigods can survive in the soul state."
Cenarius was so frightened that he saw Brooks wave his hand, and more than a dozen Luna guards hesitated. Between the terrifying orcs and the weak Cenarius, they chose Brooks.
The acrobatic Cenarius was weak and was quickly captured by the guards.
There was a tall wooden shelf standing next to the Moon Well. Cenarius was hanging upside down with his head down. Under his head was the Moon Well. Brooks took a sharp knife and cut off several pieces of meat on Cenarius.
Cenarius's miserable howl echoed in the forest. (To be continued)