Vandall. Deer helmet.

This is a tragic character, and his story is already known to omnipotent observers, so it was no surprise to Tyrion that Moyana, kneeling before his eyes, would make this decision.

In fact, when Moyana and Iril were "talking", the Death Lord quietly told Tyrion about it in the spirit link, and if it wasn't for Tyrion's approval, how could Irel trust a living person of unknown origin so easily?

And Iriel, this unique Draenei girl, this gifted Lord of Death, is definitely the most perfect of all the conscriptions that Tyrion has presided over himself, she can be called the best gift that death has given to Tyrion, absolute loyalty, and complete emotions make her willing to follow Tyrion, not only because of duty, but also because of her own thoughts.

She thinks it's the right path, so she'll give everything for it, unlike other lords who always have one or another concern, like our thoughtful Great Lich Khadgar, who doesn't know what he's planning.

In the absence of coercive mind control, Tyrion wished that he would have a few more lords like Iriel, but then again, even if he did have the Helm of Domination, it is estimated that Tyrion would not bring it.

He knew better than anyone the aftermath of wearing that helmet... He didn't want to lose himself.

"Wastann, the hero who died in the Battle of the Quicksands, I heard that his body was torn to pieces by the worms."

Tyrion looked at Moyana, and he whispered:

"You see, Lady Moyana, Vastein is a true Night Elf, and even if I can repair his body perfectly, I still can't find his soul from the World Tree, and I won't attack Kadore with a necromancer for the sake of an ally."

"I know."

Moyana nodded:

"But Wastein's soul is not in the World Tree, the place where he died in battle is in the evil kingdom of the Zerg, that place is shrouded in strange powers, and the souls who die there cannot be liberated, after his death, my father gathered a number of great druids to cast a spell together, trying to bring Vastein's soul back to the World Tree, but they failed."

"My husband's soul is trapped in the abyss of the Zerg Empire, and there is still hope!"

A hint of determination flashed in the eyes of the high-ranking druids:

"We'll save Wastann's soul, and after that, it's up to you."

"Why don't you use the natural magic you do best?"

Tyrion pretended to be curious and asked:

"Couldn't the magic of nature and the mighty demigods of the wilderness bring back to life a warrior who shouldn't have died? If you want to save lives, why not turn to the source of life, but to seek the help of death? Even if you take 10,000 steps back, even if your body can't be restored, with the ability of the deer helmet, after rescuing your son's soul and letting him live forever in the jade dream, can't this be done? ”

"It's a pity, but we've tried all the natural magic we can use, and we can't find the answer in our lives."

Moyana lowered her head, closed her eyes, and whispered in a voice that was more mournful than dead:

"So we can only embrace death, and as for the Emerald Dream... The druids only dwelled there temporarily, and with what we knew about the true masters of that dream world, it was unlikely to open the web for a mortal soul. ”

"What a miserable experience."

Tyrion gave a dry reassurance, and after a moment a twinkle flashed in his eyes, and he asked softly:

"But have you ever thought that 1,000 years have passed, and perhaps the soul of poor Vastein is already tormented by the vicious insect people..."

"No, it won't!"

Moyana's voice became sharp at this moment, and she raised her head, a stubborn light dancing in her eyes:

"My Wastann won't give up! He... He's a hero, and he'll hold out until we save him... He's definitely there! He, he has to be there! ”

That kind of stubborn flame Tyrion couldn't be clearer, it seems that it's not just the deer helmet who went crazy because of Vastein's death, this family seems to be a little abnormal, the pain of the death of relatives is a nightmare that haunts a lifetime, not to mention the dedicated night elves, just like white claws, in the 1000 years since Vastein died, I'm afraid Moyana has also come to the brink of collapse, if it weren't for the fact that she still has a daughter to worry about, I'm afraid she would have been... Lost.

He asked no more questions, and after a moment he raised his hand, and Moyana's half-kneeling body was lifted up by the force of silence, and then she heard the King of the Blades say:

"In that case, I promised that after you found the soul of poor Vastein, I would do everything I could to resurrect him as you remembered, but in exchange... Moyana, I need to see your power, the druids' manipulation of life force, which the necromancers cannot do. ”

"And in exchange, I just need you to do one thing for me... I need you..."

Tyrion looked at Moyana, and his voice became serious:

"I need you to build our own army of druids for the Darkblade Legion... I would look forward to seeing the Blightmill who fight the blight and the dark forces, and the everlasting woodlands of Gollund will be your new laboratory, and the re-breeding of forest spirits may be helpful to you, but if not, you can do it! ”

"I'm not going to ask you to join Darkblade... You're one of Deerhelm's last remaining relatives, and I don't want to drive Deerhelm crazy. ”

Tyrion shook his hand:

"It's just a deal, and when the deal is done, we don't have anything to do with it, so be it."

Moyana didn't argue, seeing that Tyrion had lost interest in talking, she leaned over slightly, and turned to leave, after the druid left, Tyrion's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, a light of thought shone in his ice-blue pupils, the Night Elves thought that the Battle of the Quicksand and their rival Chira Zerg were just a kind of monster, but they didn't know the dark power behind the Wormmen.

The King of the Dark Blades is sure that Vastein. The soul of the deer helmet is not in the hands of the wormmen, but in the dark abyss that controls the wormmen... If that's the case, he has a trump card in his hand to balance the deer helmet!

"Iriel, my lord, you set out for Kazmodan tonight, and inform Nassa that I will be with the Chaldeans at the nearest point in time. Morgan meet! About some of the secrets of the Elder Gods. ”

"Got it, I'll leave at once."

Irel answered, and a moment later, a huge frost dragon dressed in draenei-style armor and inlaid with purple and red crystals took off from the Dark Temple and rushed into the vast night of the world of Draenor, with the speed of the bone dragon and the airspace of the currently cleared Defia Federation, the Death Lord could reach the edge of Kazmodan in a few hours.

It is said that the Necrons have built a forward base there, and there is a special commander who is in command of the undead there.

"Ah, the short vacation is over again."

Eiriel sat on a gorgeous, draenei-style saddle and pouted with some dissatisfaction:

"The Dark Temple is so comfortable to be rested by those human ghosts, and every time I come back, I don't want to leave."

"Can't you just be a little self-motivated? Stupid Iriel! ”

The banshee Samaro hovered above the dragon's head, and she crossed her waist in displeasure, and screamed at Iriel:

"Myra, who joined later than you, is now the lord of a city, with hundreds of thousands of dwarves under his command, and you are still a big soldier charging into battle!"

"Myra was able to become lord of the castle because he was good at management, and Luminas had complained many times... She didn't want her husband to stay underground and live like a mouse. ”

Irel retorted:

"Besides, where is it interesting to be a city lord to fight... Don't you also love killing on the battlefield? Free yourself up, all right, my little Samaruo, let me rest quietly, and then I'll be busy. ”

"Hell! You are a necromancer, and necromancers don't need rest! ”

Samaruo was still chattering, but seeing Irel leaning into a saddle and falling asleep, the Draenei banshee sighed and slowly floated to her good sister, reaching out to caress her pale face.

"You know what? Sometimes, how I wish I had been a man, my Iriel, and no one would want to take you out of my hands... No one can hurt you anymore. ”

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Yongmao Glade is a magical place.

Originally, this was just a woodland at the junction of the Gollund Wasteland and the forest, but after the necromancers threw that strange seed into this place along with the entire ecological ship, with the Yongmao Woodland as the center, the plants in the entire Gollund area began to grow like crazy.

Today, the original wasteland is completely surrounded by trees, and the entire land is covered in greenery, except for the coastal hills, which are still bare.

And the place where the necromancers kept Goron in captivity is also here, in the northwest of Gorond, there is an area that is divided for the Golons to hunt and live, and once the little Goron reaches adulthood and enters the real maturity period, the necromancers will start a new wave of harvesting, but the growth of a large creature like Goron is a long process, and it is estimated that Tyrion will have to wait for more than ten years to get a new colossus.

And the strange growth of Yongmao woodland has also brought another unexpected situation.

Lin Jing... A strange plant life, once thought to have been extinct in the Orcs slaughtering the world, has once again appeared in the dense forests of Gollund, these creatures are made up of sturdy trees all over their bodies, they resemble humans in appearance, but they are taller and have their own wisdom and civilized habits.

In the beginning, the forest elves also tried to attack the undead here, but they were still in the tribal civilization, where was the opponent of the Darkblade Legion, the war only lasted three days, and those forest elves' lair was almost burned down by the grumpy Luminas, and then the Great Lich Khadgar managed this place, I don't know what method he used, in short, the remaining forest spirits no longer rebelled against the undead, and they even expressed their willingness to join the Darkblade Legion.

But the problem is that the entire Darkblade Legion, except for a few lichs who can directly communicate with life and spirits, the others can't understand the ancient language of the forest spirits at all, so the matter of joining the gang has been delayed.

"What a near-perfect plant life!"

Moyana walked on the road of the Yongmao Woodland, where the extreme life energy made her whole person feel like a new life, and behind her, respectfully followed a few forest elf elders, as a full-time druid who maintained the balance of nature, they did not need words, they could achieve perfect communication with the forest spirits, and the druid spell displayed by Moyana captured the hearts of the forest spirits in an instant.

"This place, literally a paradise that all druids dream of, just like Val Sarah, no... It's older than Varsala and full of scents of nature's source. ”

As she walked the path, more and more forest spirits followed her, shouting and calling out her name, calling her "messenger of great life", and volunteering to lead the way for the druids to see the "holy relics" that had given them new life.

A moment later, standing at the edge of the heart-pounding pool, the druid stared in amazement at the draenei ship in front of her, completely covered in vines and plants, and even through the thick metal shell, she could feel the ancient life revived in the ship... The source of nature that has given life to the entire world.

The oldest and most primordial remnant of life in the world of Draenor.

That power may not be as powerful as that of the World Tree Nordasil, but it possesses the kind of offensive and devouring power, full of savage and reshaping savage vitality, which Moyana has never seen before.

Thinking of the mission given to her by Tyrion, the druid suddenly felt a sense of trepidation at the sight of the slowly reviving source of nature in front of her, and she suddenly realized that she might not be able to unlock the deep secrets of the seed of the world in front of her on her own.

Moyana took a deep breath, and the air around her faintly emitted a green light, and her breathing became heavier due to the pressure of the visible life force.

"I have to go back to Azeroth, I have to... Father must be allowed to come and see this, with it, we no longer need the World Tree, no, we can even use it as an energy source to reshape the whole world! Reinventing the whole... Azeroth! ”

The druid turned and looked behind her at the primordial forest spirits who sincerely bowed down to the source of nature, and a hint of cunning suddenly flashed in her blue eyes.

"Hmm... But until then, the Blightcaller Legion that Tyrion needed had always existed right under his nose! ”

"Lin Jing, who is eager to show the majesty of nature, has enough wisdom and learning ability... It couldn't be more appropriate. ”