Aga Magan is a lucky guy.

This conclusion holds true in the minds of all demigods.

First of all, it is the first demigod to be resurrected in 10,000 years, and more than other companions who can only sleep in the Emerald Dream Realm, Agamagan has enjoyed real freedom for several years since its resurrection, and it was resurrected by the wither, so after the resurrection, those old-fashioned guys of the Cenarion Council can hardly control it at all, and they can't control it.

I heard that Aga Magan also had a litter of piglets last year...

Secondly, the time of Agamagan's resurrection is very delicate, it almost escaped from the Emerald Dream when the Nightmare Power activity was at its weakest, and almost perfectly avoided the dangerous moment when the Nightmare Power exploded, when the other demigods had to use all their strength to resist the nightmare corrosion, Agamagan in the present world only needed to lie comfortably on the Razor Heights to bask in the sun and maintain a good mood.

In the end, after the resurrection, Agamagan was just in time for the war against the Worms, and it killed the ancient god Cthun at the last moment, which was equivalent to avenging the corrupted Ursok, which made Agamagan rise to the status of a true god in the hearts of the druids and the world.

It is said that every day "pilgrims" from all over the world go to Razor Heights to pay homage to the great boar who saved the world...

This kind of encounter, which can hardly be described as lucky, is enough to make the other demigods envious, jealous and hateful.

Of course, most of the demigods are beast spirits, and they don't do anything bad out of jealousy, but Agamagan's example is the case, and more than 10,000 years of sleep is enough to make the demigods yearn for true freedom, especially as the victory of the Precursors has encouraged them and weakened their patience for waiting.

What's more, just like the desperate scene described by Ansu, the war between the green dragons and the nightmare has no hope of victory, and before the reason for the sudden outbreak of the nightmare is investigated, even if the demigods do their best to help, they will maintain an invincible battle at most, and the more the demigods come into contact with the twisted nightmare beast, the easier it is for the nightmare to invade the soul.

If they are still stuck in the Emerald Dream Realm, they are really committing suicide slowly.

"Tell me more about it. ）”

Godlin raised his head, no longer revealing his lazy state, the powerful wolf spirit's silver-gray eyes stared at Ansu tightly, representing its inner thoughts, and Eisena and Avina were also waiting for Ansu's next words, in the shadows beyond the grass that no one noticed, a black panther shadow like lightning flashed away, representing an uninvited new guest...

It was clear that the news that Ansu had summoned the demigods for a private meeting was not as secretive as it thought.

"Okay, then I'll tell my friends about it in detail."

Ansu stood on the boulder, and the storm raven raised its head, and it cleared its throat and said to the demigods:

"As you all know, it is difficult for the druids of Cadore to break through the dimensional wall of emerald dreams and reality in a normal way, especially when the world order is stable, so we cannot be resurrected, in fact, it is no wonder that those druids do not work hard, although they do use a lot of power for the reproduction of their own civilization."

"But let's be honest, even if the druids were to get their hands on it now and prepare for the ritual of the return of the demigods as quickly as possible, we probably wouldn't be able to last that long."

As Ansu spoke, its black eyes stopped on Avina's wings without a trace, and this action was noticed by the Mother of Birds, who bared her teeth at Ansu fiercely, urging Ansu to stop talking nonsense with this attitude.

"Therefore, for us, the fastest way at the moment is to find an "inherent" rift that has been formed between the Emerald Dream and the present world a long time ago, and then use that rift to transfer our huge souls to the present world as quickly as possible, and at that time, whether it is borrowing the life seeds of the withers or using the world trees of the Kadore, we can find enough life energy for us... to reshape the body. ”

Ansu let out a chirp:

"Quack! Here's the best thing! You all know that Agamagam was resurrected, but do you know how Agamagam was resurrected? ”

"The Blightcaster, you've found the rift!"

"The three spatial rules of the Emerald Dream Realm, the Present World, and the Shadow Realm have formed a strange rift in the depths of the mountains of Drusva, and the soul of Aga Magan entered the present world through that rift... The reason why the defected Grand Druid Deer Helm personally drew its soul was because the location of the rift was so difficult to find... This is the Blightcaller Druid's greatest secret. ”

Speaking of excitement, Ansu couldn't help flapping his wings, and set off a whistling storm on the grass, and it shouted in a very inflammatory voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the rise of the Blightburners may be bad news for the Cenarion Council, but good news for us!"

"Although I am a foreigner, but I also know your sacrifice in the battle of the ancients, without you, this world would have ended a long time ago, of course, I am not provoking the relationship between you and the Cenarion Council, after all, I am also a member of this complex relationship, but the problem is actually here, it is this world that you saved owes you, you don't owe it anything!"

"Freedom, freedom of soul and body, this is the reward you deserve, the most insignificant reward... But you've been waiting for more than 10,000 years, and while there's a unique reason for this, the attitude of the Cadores also determines a lot of things... When did we, the demigods of the wilderness, become vassals of the druids? Since when have we become a symbol of civilization for them? ”

Ansu towered her head, and the beautiful feathers on its head fluttered:

"It's time for the Wilderness Demigods to become a neutral group again! We protect the whole of Azeroth, and we protect the whole world! And not a separate Kadore civilization ... They're just a part of the world, that's all! ”

The dark eyes of the Storm Raven were filled with a delicate emotion, and it waved its wings towards the demigods in front of it:

"Come on, friends, brothers, and to hell with the dispute between the Blightcaller and the Cenarion Council! All we need to do is resurrection! We just want what we deserve in return, and the world owes us gratitude... The future of the demigods is like that of Agamagan, we no longer need to interfere in the disputes between these civilizations, we need to fulfill our sacred mission again..."

"It starts with the resurrection of the gods 10,000 years ago! Today, the long-lost demigods... Back to Azeroth! ”

Ansu's impassioned words fell, and the wolf spirit Godlin didn't make any enthusiastic expressions, and Eisena and Avina glanced at each other, and didn't applaud the inflammatory remarks, but there was a hint of something else in their eyes, and that's what Ansu needed... Storm ravens were not yet naïve enough to think that these old creatures who had lived for tens of thousands of years would be instigated by themselves to leave the Cenarion Council.

All it wants is to plant seeds in the hearts of these demigods... This was also Tyrion's request, and the High Lord obviously didn't want an extra group of pesky demigods to join the war of punishment against Kadore.

"Whew! (We...) What do you need to give? ）”

The wolf spirit Godring's low roar sounded again, and the unruly giant wolf immediately grasped the point of the problem, the witherbolts were willing to help resurrect the demigods, which was good, but the demigods were not fools, and the withersers must have something to demand them.

"Well, wise bastard."

Ansu scolded, then gathered his wings, and whispered while taking care of his feathers with his beak:

"The rift in Drusva's world was originally open, but not long ago, a bastard took over the entrance to the Shadow Realm, and was recognized by that strange world, he now has the power to open the rift, the Blightdead are a neutral organization, they are willing to help us resurrect, as long as the resurrected demigods choose neutrality between the Blightcaller and the Cenarion Council, but pay the third party the "ticket"... It's not that cheap. ”

A glint flashed in Ansu's lowered eyes, and it said:

"That greedy bastard is a goose-plucked bastard, and he demands that every demigod who passes through the rift in the world pay him a soul shard... It's about a tenth of the whole soul..."

"Whew! (It can't be!) ）”

As soon as Ansu finished speaking, the silver giant wolf stood up and let out an indifferent roar:

"Whoa! (My soul, my freedom, is mine...) Even if I die in battle, I will never accept this despicable blackmail! ）”

"Huh"

Godring's massive body turned into a silver streamer and vanished into the valley, apparently unwilling to accept the harsh conditions.

After Godlin left, Eisena of the Mother of the Forest hesitated for a moment, and the elf-like demigod drew a symbol in the air that represented "think about it" before disappearing into the grass as well.

Ansu's gaze fell on the last man, and it stared at the entangled Mother of Birds, Avina, and in a hoarse voice it persuaded:

"What about you? Avina... Although the relationship between you and me is terrible, for the sake of being a demigod of the wilderness, your illness... It is impossible to drag it out. ”

"I know! You don't need to talk too much! ”

The grumpy Avina flapped its wings, and with each flap of its wings, it could feel the numbness coming from the roots of its wings, and it had witnessed the scene of Usok being completely corroded, and the sight made it feel creepy to think about it, it was a nightmare it could never accept, but how much was it willing to pay to avoid it?

"Can you, can you have less?"

Avina tilted her head and asked weakly in a buzzing voice:

"One tenth, that's too much, even if it's a wilderness demigod, missing a tenth of the soul, it will take hundreds of years, even thousands of years, to fully recover..."

"Look at what you say."

Ansu made a very anthropomorphic "belly laughing" gesture with his wings, saying:

"I don't want your soul, Avina, I'm just giving you a path on behalf of the wither, that's all, if you have to bargain, I can help you contact the ruler of the Shadow Realm, but... Would you like to meet that bastard who is wrapped in the power of death? ”

"And as far as I'm concerned, my friend Avina, you're giving a tenth of your soul, and it's painful, yes! But think about what you can get..."

Ansu spread her wings:

"One life! And what you've longed for for 10,000 years... Freely! And it may not be appropriate for me to say this, but think about your followers, if you don't show up again, after my Rukma is resurrected, I guess there will be no place for you in the faith of the Druids of Prey... You will be utterly forgotten, my Avina, for the immortal demigods of the wilderness, oblivion... Doesn't that mean death? ”

"Don't say it!"

Avina let out a scream, the reverberating sound wave ploughed the surrounding earth into terrifying ravines, Ansu spread her wings and blocked her eyes, and after a few seconds, the storm subsided, and Avina was gone, but on the stone in front of Ansu's eyes, a soul fragment that shone with a pale storm light was glittering.

Obviously, the mother of all birds has made the final choice.

Ansu smiled and covered the shards with its wings, and it looked up, its black agate-like eyes looking at the shadow forest on the outskirts of the meadow, where a black panther with a perfect body and a quiet sculpture was crouching silently than Godlin.

"Ah, who is this? The most mysterious and elegant demigod, the Black Panther Ashaman..."

Ansu spread its wings, and it asked in a pleasant voice:

"My Ashaman, as wise as you are, certainly not as stubborn as Godring, nor as indecisive as Eisena, the power of nightmares cannibalizes the Emerald Dream more quickly than any of us think, so, I'm curious, you... Have you made a decision? ”

"Whew..."

The beautiful black leopard tilted its head and looked at Ansu with its predator's eyes, and after a dozen seconds, Ashaman flicked its tail, and it let out a low roar:

"Whew! (I'll give you my soul, but, Ansu...) I have a request! ）”