Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty: The Rise of the Night Druids
In the night elf camp, a group of guards from the Moon Temple appeared and calmed down the brief turmoil.
Mannoroth "friendly" extended a helping hand. His target was a small number of crazy night elves. Based on the principle of not wasting, these irrational night elves were thrown into the furnace of evil energy and became the raw materials for it.
No one objected to this, and all the night elves chose to accept it silently.
Tyrande quickly stepped forward to calm the situation. She selected a few loyal night elves among the night elves who had successfully accepted the evil energy and added them to the Moon Guards, and the situation quickly stabilized.
Archimonde watched Tyrande's performance with cold eyes. Although the handling was a bit rough, it already showed considerable ambition. Archimonde wanted to go over and give some advice, but considering his identity, he had no choice but to give up.
Except for Queen Azshara and other countless powerful beings, Archimonde does not think that Azeroth is qualified to be on an equal footing with him.
A night elf man appeared in the camp, Malfurion Stormrage, following Tyrande with a low eyebrow. Now the status of the two is very unequal. Tyrande alone has the power, Malfurion
He followed her and begged, just to get a piece of the pie.
Probably because he was impatient, Tyrande called for Mannoroth. At this moment, Tyrande's attitude was a little different, and he asked arrogantly:
"Manoroth, why do my people explode and die when they accept evil energy, and some even become crazy? Is evil energy so ineffective?"
Abyss Lord Mannoroth found it particularly funny. He was so arrogant after he had a little bit of power. Even Queen Azshara has never been so arrogant. Of course, rather than being arrogant, Queen Azshara is used to taking action.
Mannolos decided not to be acquainted with her, and said politely: "The power of evil is very powerful. Not all living beings have this honor. There are a few who are not qualified. They are so unfortunate. I can only feel sorry for it."
Tyrande felt it was very troublesome and wanted to give up, but after taking a look at Malfurion, he could only ask: "I have no way to pick them out."
Mannoroth grinned: "Tyrande, this is not a question you should ask."
Tyrande frowned, her voice a little unhappy: "Are you warning me? Lord of the Abyss?"
Mannoroth laughed: "What did I see? An irresponsible leader treats his people like a fool. In fact, you have been informed of the precautions before your people accepted the evil energy. For the sake of insurance,
For the sake of safety, we use a slate, which records the method of selecting those who are not suitable."
Tyrande blushed after hearing this and felt a little embarrassed. When the two parties first came into contact, Mannoroth sent someone to deliver several boxes of slates. It was the first meeting between the night elves and the Burning Legion. Tyrande was very anxious.
At the same time, he was also addicted to the taste of power and didn't even listen to Mannoroth's introduction to the function of the stone slab.
Several boxes of slates were put away by the responsible Moon Priest, and the function of the slates was discovered, but no one dared to disturb Tyrande.
A leader who has tasted the taste of power for the first time is very willful. Rather than killing some insignificant tribesmen, reminding or pointing out Tyrande's mistakes will probably be torn into pieces by her and turned into flower fertilizer.
Only Mannolos was qualified to point out such a low-level mistake.
Tyrande was very unhappy. She didn't care about the death of her people. She just didn't like Mannoroth's ridicule. She snorted coldly. Tyrande turned and left, with Malfurion carefully following behind.
After walking out of the Burning Legion's camp, Tyrande said to Malfurion without looking back: "It's up to you to select those who are not suitable. Since you can't accept the power of evil, then accept the nature and strength of the Moon God."
The power of life becomes a group of useless and low-level druids."
Malfurion smiled happily. He followed Tyrande. He had long seen Tyrande's hidden conspiracy, so he would not accept the power of evil.
In addition, those Moon God Priests and Moon God Guards also reject evil energy, which is abnormal in itself.
Malfurion also has great ambitions. He has long wanted to establish his own power, and now he finally got his wish.
Separated from Tyrande, Malfurion hurriedly went about his business and saw Brox face to face. This damn orc not only inexplicably became the envoy of the Moon God, obtained the body of Cenarius, but also burned
The legion made great contributions and took advantage of everything.
Malfurion did not dare to offend the orcs who were in full swing, so he could only humbly get out of the way.
Brox looked sideways at Malfurion: "Malfurion, you know? I hate this body. It's so stupid."
Malfurion did not dare to refute, so he could only nod in agreement and said against his will: "Cenarius is as stupid as his body."
Brox showed a knowing smile and proudly announced: "Manolos has agreed to help me build an evil body. I prefer the style of the Abyss Lord. Do you have any good suggestions?"
"What advice can I have?"
Malfurion complained in his heart and had to show a flattering smile. He originally planned to use some gorgeous words to compliment him, but soon Malfurion realized that Brox might become the next Malfurion.
Norlos.
One Mannoroth has already made Tyrande unhappy. If two abyss lords appear...
Who will Tyrande take out on? I'm afraid I will suffer a bloody disaster.
Thinking of this, Malfurion rolled his eyes, had an idea, and said respectfully:
"Dear Envoy of God, in my humble opinion, for a wanderer in a faraway place, the greatest happiness in life is to return to his homeland after becoming famous, so that the stupid and short-sighted natives can witness the great glory with their own eyes. But if
If they don't recognize you, then most of the fun is lost."
"What you said makes sense."
Brox pondered carefully and was deeply touched. Of course, he would not be easily convinced by Malfurion. Brox had been hesitant, otherwise he would not have asked Malfurion for advice.
The body of an Abyss Lord is not that easy to control. It requires talent and hard work to constantly overcome various difficulties. Moreover, the Abyss Lord is a middle-level general of the Burning Legion and must be at the forefront in every battle.
Brooks is not so confident in his own strength.
Malfurion's suggestion was just the last small weight, which successfully affected the balance in Brox's mind:
"Haha, Malfurion, you have been a big help. No matter how good the body is, it is not a perfect orc body. As a thank you, I will leave you the essence of Cenarius' body and let Cenarius go to hell.
Go ahead."
Something was wrong. Malfurion felt surprised. Brox shouldn't be so friendly. He must have other conditions. Sure enough, Brox smiled and said: "Only friends will help each other. You helped me.
I also helped you, are we good friends?"
Malfurion was helpless. He could not refuse the friendship of the divine envoy, so he could only say:
"Thank you so much, Lord Angel, for your love."
"That's too polite, that's too polite." Malfurion chuckled:
"Since we are friends, you shouldn't refuse. Accompany me to the Emerald Dream. White Deer Malorne promised to give me an oak axe. Unfortunately, it was accidentally lost. I heard that it was found again." (Unfinished)