"My children..."

"The darkness is eating away at my heart... I don't know how long I'll be awake, I can only leave a message in this way..."

"Something happened in Ulduar that I didn't know about, this sacred place has fallen..."

"The Guardians are killing each other, everything is going crazy, and I'm in the greenhouse of life... This is the last species of Azeroth in the Conservation Sandbox. ”

"I can hear them roaring to get out of the ground, they're going to twist it all..."

"Kids, if you can hear... Help me! ”

"My life and death don't matter, but the greenhouse of life... It can't fall, once the Crucible of Origin is activated, this is the beginning of a new life... It has to be protected! ”

"The kids... Please forgive me for entrusting this responsibility to you, please forgive me for my selfishness..."

"But I... I don't have anyone to trust anymore... Tyr is dead, oh my god, it's all over..."

On the Sunburn Pillar of the Sauracha Basin, where all the wilderness demigods gathered, the activated turquoise seed shone with the haggard face of Lady Freya, the guardian of life, and her staccato voice and entrustment.

From Freya's voice, the demigods of the wilderness could sense the trepidation in the "mother", and in her low, hoarse voice, they could sense Lady Freya's last will.

Yes, she seemed to have prepared for the worst, leaving a message for help to her most trusted "children", and that was the only person she could still trust at that time.

However, this message is late... Twenty-five thousand years.

"Why?"

Ursol, the somewhat irascible bear-man, brother of the giant bear god Ursock, looked at the emerald seed and asked:

"Why have we not received the "mother's" cry for help 20,000 years ago until now? ”

"We were scattered all over the world, and at that time, several of the Creator's ecological gardens were strangely closed... I remember it well. ”

Tortula, the turtle demigod known as the "wise man" among the demigods of the wilderness, said slowly:

"They were only reopened when the Night Elves resisted the invasion of the Burning Legion, and they were forcibly opened due to the explosion of the Well of Eternity... Mother's letter for help has been sealed in the Soracha Basin... And just as it will see the light of day, you... You have all died in the War of the Ancients. ”

"So, we're another 10,000 years late."

Godling, the wolf god, said in a deep voice:

"We stayed in the Emerald Dream with nothing to do, leaving our poor mother to wait alone in that cage for another 10,000 years... So what are we waiting for now? ”

"Kill Ulduar! Rescue her! ”

"Don't be rash!"

This time it was Elven and the Mother of the Forest, Eisena, a demigod in the form of an elf who said in a gentle voice:

"Mother warned us that there is a dark force in Ulduar that she cannot fight, and that we are all weak and rash to enter it... It's very dangerous, and it's sealed with the Elder Gods... Yog Saron. And the message left by my mother has made it very clear that those Titan guardians like her are likely to have been manipulated by the dark power of the Elder Gods, which is something we must consider. ”

"Agamagan! You're the only one of us to have fought the Elder Gods head-on, and you've helped mortals kill Cthun, now tell us... How do you kill an ancient god? ”

Usok the giant bear turned his head to look at the wild boar demigod beside him, and Agamagan snorted a few times, and then reluctantly said:

"No... It's not a mortal who kills it, and it's not me... It's a secret, but the current situation is special, so I'll be blunt, rely on us to kill the body of the Elder God at most, but we can't get rid of the more terrifying soul of the void creature..."

"And what was the last time you were there?"

"It's Tyrion, the Lord of the Darkblades, the Warlord of Death."

Agamagan turned his head, as if he was a little ashamed, and a little embarrassed, and said:

"It was Tyrion and I who joined forces to kill Cthun, the Grim Reaper who took the soul of the Elder God, and he said that even he couldn't kill an Elder God in this world... And, judging from the current situation, Yog Saron may be much stronger than Cthun, after all, it has corrupted the entire Titan City. ”

Agamagan's words silenced all the demigods, and no one expected that there would be such a story behind the last kill of Cthun.

"You need help! Obviously! ”

A shrill voice interrupted the silence of the demigods, and Ansu, who was standing on the stone pillar with Rukma, croaked:

"It's time to let go of your senseless pride, brothers and sisters, if you want to save your mother, you must cooperate with the Tyrion you hate, and we have reason to believe that the guy must have put his hand into Ulduar, and of course, if you can't pull your face, I can be a messenger in your place..."

Ansu flapped her wings:

"As long as you can promise that guy some... Bizarre request, the guy was happy to help, he actually... Well, how to put it, a very generous person. ”

At this moment, Ansu seemed to have become the spokesperson of Tyrion in the wilderness demigod group, and looking at its smug appearance, Rukma pecked Ansu's wings fiercely to silence it.

This idiot can't see the current form clearly, the demigods are not driven to a dead end like the last time, and they who represent life will never bow to Tyrion, who represents death... It's not about personality or experience, it's purely about the influence of two opposing forces.

"I think we have another choice."

The slow turtle demigod said:

"Maybe we should invite our four "companions" who are far away in Pandaria, they are stronger than us, and if they had joined us, it would have been easier, and we don't have to kill the Elder Gods, just save Mother... The threat of the Elder Gods can be left to the more capable... For example..."

Tortura the Wise glanced at Ansu, and a hint of cunning flashed in his turtle eyes:

"For example, the mysterious and powerful Lord Tyrion!"

"But we don't have much to do with them."

Black Panther Ashaman said with some concern:

"Before Pandaria reappeared, we had little idea that we had four other companions so powerful... They are not creatures created by their mothers, and they are so close to other guardians that it's hard to tell if they're willing to help. ”

"Don't worry, they'll help."

The tortoise demigod said with confidence:

"It's about the gods and guardians of the ancients, it's about the war of chaos and order, and as long as they identify themselves as part of the Titan's creation system, they have a duty to do so... Go to the Stormcrags and join forces with the mortal legions who are trying to enter Ulduar, who have the power to help us break through the gates of Ulduar! ”

"I went to Pandaria as fast as I could... I will convince them, but before I return, warn those mortals not to go too far into Ulduar, the dark forces in them may be a little more terrifying than they think. ”

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The arrival of the mysterious and powerful wilderness demigods has boosted the confidence of the already high morale of the Civilization Alliance faction.

The commanders of the coalition held a simple "welcoming ceremony" for these wilderness demigods who had come from afar, and watched the mighty beasts that only existed in myths and legends walk gracefully into their camp like gods, and the soldiers watching around let out loud cheers.

Especially when the razor-boar god Agamagan, who had helped the coalition forces in the Battle of Silisus, appeared, those soldiers who participated in the Battle of Quicksand kept throwing the streamers in their hands in the air to welcome the return of their "old comrades" in this way.

The idea of the mortal soldiers is very simple, the last time in the Silissus Desert, it was Agamagan who helped the mortal heroes kill the terrible ancient god Cthun, this time in the battle of Ulduar, they may have to face another terrifying evil god, so with the help of Agamagan again, this time the war may be able to survive without danger.

However, they didn't know that Agamagan was also playing drums up and down at this time... This honest wild boar doesn't think he can overturn the ancient god head-on.

His own family knows his own affairs, but the problem is that in this current scene, Aga Magan is not allowed to tell everyone that secret... That would have broken morale straight away.

And the Wilderness Demigods' current position in the Azeroth Nature Faith Realm is a bit awkward to be honest.

The Cenarion Council has a deep relationship with them, but their resurrection is operated by the Blightcaster Order, in the face of the differences and contradictions between the two druid sects, the demigods of the wilderness can only choose neutrality, not biased towards either side, fortunately, the current Jade Dream has also become much quieter because of the collapse of Nodashir, and the druids who can enter it are all masters with extremely high spell attainments, and the masters' cultivation is also very good, which also avoids the continuation of the faith disputes in the current world to the Jade Dream.

But if this continues, there will inevitably be a war of faith between the two different natural beliefs... At that time, no matter who wins or loses, the momentum of the way of nature's vigorous development will be dealt a big blow.

But there's no way around it...

The Wilderness Demigods are almost the last reinforcements from the civilization of Azeroth to participate in the upcoming War of Ulduar, a war against the Titan City is about to begin, and outside of a solemn battlefield, the Great Lord, who is painstakingly studying the science of creation, has also received news about the Wilderness Demigods participating in the war.

This news was that of the Patriarch of the Raptor Druids of Ansu, Hisali. Miss Crow sent it in the night, mixed with Ansu's thoughts on this war... A few little "suggestions".

"Ah, traitors are terrible..."

The Great Lord put down the obscure and complicated Titan book in his hand and opened Ansu's letter, he looked at Ansu's strange proposals, and he couldn't help but say:

"What's going on with this guy? I didn't let it help me win over the demigods... This is, selling teammates is addictive... What a terrible crow. ”

"But..."

Tyrion put down the letter, his eyes narrowed, he reached out and pinched his neck, and he whispered:

"Ansu's suggestion is a bit interesting, how can death and death distinguish the winner from the loser? To defeat the death of "evil", shouldn't the life of "justice" strike? No, no, no... Not a head-on confrontation, a trap! ”

"That's right! One of my favorite traps! ”

"Ms. Hela is sure to love the party, and shouldn't she be happy with so many "cute" animal companions to amuse her? ”

The High Lord's fingers circled the envelope, and after a few moments, a perfect plan took shape in his mind, and he leaned back in his chair, and after a moment of thought, he waved his hand and wrote a reply, and with a whistle, a ghostly owl 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 the owl Moontalon, which had been domesticated for almost ten years, and then tied the reply to the owl's leg, patted Moontalon's head, and the next moment, the owl flew silently 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 book in his hand and began to study the knowledge of creation with a frown... And in the corner of the lab behind him, there were all sorts of specimens of terrible steel structures, strange things that seemed a hundred times uglier than the most chaotic ancient god creations, like the corpses of a group of spineless molluscs after their evolution had failed.

Even if you look at it, you can feel the malice coming from the world...

But fortunately, the great lord is a person who is good at learning, and in just a few days, he has been able to create a structure that can walk on at least two legs, and in the field of creation, knowledge is power, and practice can produce true knowledge, so now like this, read at night, and study tirelessly... It really makes the Great Lord feel...

"Happy" duck!

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors