Chapter seven hundred and forty seventh: the tenderness of the flame
Deer Helmet was dejected, it turned out that the envoy had already prepared everything.
The god made everything under control and said: "Staghelm, your era is over. The night elves will surely reach glory under the protection of the Moon God. Go back, Staghelm, mortals cannot fight against the Moon God."
Deer Helmet was a smart man. At this point, he knew that he was unable to fight and could only walk away.
Looking at Staghelm's back, the envoy said to Tyrande and Malfurion: "Smart people should learn to follow the trend. The insignificant Staghelm dares to fight against the moon god. It seems that he can no longer stay."
Malfurion said solemnly: "Follow the will of the divine envoy."
Back in his room, Lu Helmet was lying on the big bed, as motionless as a wooden man. He seemed to have completely given up. For a dangerous person like Lu Helmet, there were already scouts monitoring him from all directions.
Seeing Staghelm lying motionless on the bed, the scouts thought he had fallen into a deep sleep.
Little did they know, a mysterious shadow came out of Deer Helmet's body and quietly went out through the back door. After twisting and turning to confirm that no one was following him, he sneaked out of the city and entered a secret underground laboratory.
This is the secret research institute of the Flame Druid. Although he encountered countless setbacks, Staghelm never gave up. He opened a mirror full of flames and communicated with the Land of Fire.
The shadow of the Fire King appeared in the mirror: "Staghhelt, what, is it really that time?"
Ragnaros, the Lord of Fire, is manic and fiery in the minds of the world, but few people know that he also has a gentle and elegant side, especially when dealing with friends.
"Ragnaros, the night elves are going to attack the Land of Fire. Of course, this can't hurt you, but their goal is to anger you. I really don't understand what benefit an angry Lord of Fire has to the night elves."
Ragnaros' eyes tightened, he clenched his fist of lava and said:
"Are you going to resist? Tyrande and Malfurion together are no match for you. They have already deserted each other and lost their hearts. As long as this couple is dealt with, you don't have to worry about the mere angel and Cenarius.
, I have my own way to deal with them, and you are fully qualified to become the leader of the night elves."
Deer Helmet showed a solemn look and said with concern: "If the enemy is just this couple, they would have been prisoners as early as 10,000 years ago. But I haven't figured out the influence of the Moon God on this world yet. I have
It feels like the power of the moon god Elune is seeping into this world, and it may be related to the World Tree."
When it comes to the moon god Elune, the Fire King is also very cautious:
"I am the Lord of Fire, older than this world itself. Unfortunately, I was first enslaved by the ancient gods and then sealed by the Titans. It's not that my power is not enough, but that I don't understand my own potential enough. After being sealed
In the endless years, I realized that cooperation with mortals was the only way out, but I was helplessly discerned by the Moon Goddess. Malfurion stopped you from studying the Fire Druid. It must be the will of the Moon Goddess. She has been observing the world.
, to prevent me from becoming stronger, your caution is very necessary."
After reaching a contract with the Fire Lord, Staghelm secretly stole his power for research out of concern for the Flame Lord. Staghelm did not know that this was done intentionally by the Flame Lord.
Ragnaros holds the most terrifying destructive power in the world, but his use of power is far from enough and requires mortal wisdom to make up for it. From the initial temptation to the later confession, Staghelm has completely achieved
Gained the Fire Lord's trust.
"If our cooperation can succeed and we tap out all the power of fire, the moon god Elune may not be invincible." Staghelm said in great pain: "It's a pity that the Burning Legion is coming, and we have no chance."
"How do you decide?" Ragnaros said worriedly: "I have already seen the future. The flames of the Burning Legion will surely ignite Mount Hyjal, and millions of night elves will lose their lives?"
Deer Helmet closed his eyes and was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "My son sent someone to find me."
"Your son? Vastann Staghelm, hasn't he been killed in battle? Or I helped you remove the false memory of the divine messenger." Ragnaros asked in surprise: "Could it be that his soul has returned?
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Staghelm shook his head: "It's the Scourge. Arthas resurrected him. He showed the night elves a new way out. I don't know whether I should believe him. Ragnaros, I need your guidance."
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"No matter what he says, you have to believe him."
Ragnaros's tone was extremely firm: "I existed before this world was born. I understand the true meaning of the Scourge. If an intelligent planet is facing annihilation, the planet will communicate with the dead world and give birth to the undead.
The Legion, this is one of the planet's self-protection mechanisms, Arthas, he is the only hope for Azeroth."
Staghelm believes in the wisdom of the Fire King. Legend has it that the Fire King rose from the dead and has witnessed the suffering of all living beings. Unlike those gods who are born to be aloof, he understands the suffering of ordinary living beings better.
"The envoy's domineering attitude made me determined. The night elves had no choice but to take a risk."
Staghelm took out a small bell from his arms. It was sent by a messenger, and there was a letter written by Valstann himself. He explained that he was resurrected by Arthas and became an undead creature. He didn't know what his father could do.
Unable to accept it, Valstann also conveyed Arthas's intention, expressing that the Scourge was willing to help the night elves get out of trouble.
As long as the bell is shaken, Vastann will appear. Although Staghelm misses his son very much, he cannot accept that his beloved son has become an undead, so he has been hesitating.
For the sake of the night elves, the desperate Staghelm gently rang the bell.
Jingle bell, jingle bell.
The ringtone was extremely clear, and then a shadow appeared, and a ghost leopard appeared. It was Vastann Staghelm, the first undead druid in Azeroth.
"My father, I have been waiting for you to call me." Valstann turned into the night elf form, with tears in his eyes, and his appearance was exactly the same as before.
"My son!" Deer Helmet burst into tears, and the sadness he had felt for many days was finally released.
There was no rancid smell on Vastan's body, and his skin and complexion were the same as before he was alive. Staghelm couldn't believe it was real, thinking it was just a dream in the Emerald Dream.
"Father, you have a misunderstanding about the undead. Only the first generation of undead creatures smell of decay."
Vastan explained patiently, then sighed and said sadly: "Although I look exactly the same as when I was alive, I am indeed an undead creature."
"As long as you are alive, my son, I don't care if you are an undead creature." Staghelm felt comforted.
"When I was alive, I was as stupid as a donkey."
Vastann gritted his teeth and said:
"I actually believed that Thrall was some kind of savior. It wasn't until he was torn to pieces and eaten by orcs that I saw his true face. When I opened my eyes again, I thought it was the Burning Legion that resurrected me, but I didn't expect that it was the Scourge. I believe it.
I, father, Arthas is a human being worthy of trust."