"Whoa"

The long howl of wolves echoed through the skies of Kalimdor, then the roar of a giant bear, followed by the chirping of a hundred birds, and then the entire forest of Kalimdor began to sway, no one knows where these roars came from, but it meant a lot to the druids.

In the den of Mount Hyjal, the Great Druid Shoun. Moonpaw closed his eyes, listening to the clear, dreamlike voice, and after a moment, he turned back to his companions and said:

"Godelin, the wolf spirit, the Ursok brothers, the god of the giant bear, Avina the queen of birds, Eisena the mother of the forest..."

"The demigods of the wilderness who have been sleeping in the Emerald Dream have awakened, rejoicing in the rebirth of Agamagan, but there is also a hint of questioning in their voices... I, friends, I feel sad that the demigods are questioning why we have kept them waiting so long... We, how do we answer them? ”

Behind him, the Great Druids were silent, for they did not know how to respond to the demigods' inquiries.

Eons of age later, the first Wilderness Demigod killed in battle was resurrected, but not through the Cenarion Council, an orthodox Druid Church, but by a druid who had defected from the Church.

It's like a shining slap in the face of the great druids in front of you... It was supposed to be their sacred mission, but... But they failed the demigods of the wilderness who died for them in the War of the Ancients.

Despite the rational reasons, even they themselves don't know how to deal with what is happening in front of them, and worse things are still happening.

"Wow"

Koda. The figure of Steelclaw appeared in the beast's den after the Storm Raven's form dissipated, and the mild-mannered Great Druid said to the others with an ugly face:

"The angry crow god Ansu is fighting with the awakened Ysera in the Emerald Dream Realm, the power of the two powerful ones has completely blocked the entrance to the Emerald Dream Realm, and the sleeping druids have been awakened, and now they are all discussing the resurrection of Agamagan, and some of the old druids do not know the news of the Deer Helmet's departure from the council, and they are full of joy thinking that we have resurrected the god of wild boars."

"The whole of Mount Hyjal is in chaos..."

"Why is Ansu angry?"

The Great Druid Elothel of the Inheritance slowly moved his trunk, and the tree man looked at his companion beside him, and asked suspiciously, in the characteristic clicking sound of the trees:

"Ansu and Agamagan have no friendship at all, why is it so angry because of Agamagan's resurrection?"

"You've slept too long, Elother, you don't know what's going on, when Ansu was persuaded by the Awakened to join the Cenarion Council, we promised to resurrect his wife, Roukma, the Flame Raven... But now, the first to be resurrected is the god of the boar, who thinks he has been fooled and deceived... It doesn't listen to us at all right now. ”

Malfurion shook his head with difficulty, and he whispered:

"What a mess..."

"But now that Ansu has seen the deerhelm's resurrection of Agamagan, it already knows that there is another druid organization in this world besides us that can resurrect the demigods."

Shorn. Moonpaw's eyes darkened, and he whispered:

"If we don't give Ansu an explanation, this demigod will probably leave with the bones of his wife to find the deer helmet... O Luna above, it may take its followers with it, and the entire Council of Cenarion may be divided as a result. ”

"We can resurrect Rukma too!"

Koda. Steel Claw said loudly:

"We immediately begin to resurrect Rukma, and the life energy of Nodashir is more than enough to sustain this ritual! Ansu's anxiety cannot be allowed to escalate further, and we cannot sit idly by and watch the Cenarion Council split! ”

"Calm down! Koda! ”

Malfurion turned back and scolded:

"Don't forget where we're now... Kadore is facing a war, every day the souls of the war dead return to Nodahir, the World Tree is responsible for transforming the war dead into elves, once we want to mobilize the energy of Nodasil, it means that the souls of our companions will have nowhere to put them, which will directly cause panic among the civilians. ”

The Night Elves are special creatures, 10,000 years ago, after the end of the War of the Ancients, the dragons blessed the World Tree planted by the Night Elves, Nordasil, and since that day, the Night Elves have become immortal, but their civilization is also closely linked to the World Tree.

Whenever a Night Elf warrior dies in battle, the soul will return to the World Tree, and under the nourishment of the World Tree, the elf's soul will re-evolve into the form of an elf, which is a group of spirits wrapped in starlight, and of course, every once in a while, the World Tree will naturally give birth to some elves.

The reproduction process of the Night Elves requires the elves to enter the body of a woman, so that the Night Elf mothers can successfully conceive and give birth to new life.

In other words, for the Night Elves, there is no direct connection between sex and reproduction, and the World Tree undertakes the mission of life and death and reproduction of this special civilization, and when the World Tree was planted, the Night Elves could not have predicted that today, 10,000 years later, the existence of the World Tree will be so closely related to their civilization.

The resurrection of the Wilderness Demigod requires the mobilization of the life energy within the World Tree, a process that takes a certain amount of time, and most importantly, once the World Tree becomes weak, the reproduction of the Night Elf civilization and the birth of new life will be affected... This is a difficult choice for the Great Druids.

At one end of the scale is their responsibility to the demigods of the wilderness, while on the other side is the pressure of the growth of the elven civilization, they can only choose one, in the face of such a choice, even the most just people will be biased towards their own civilization... As a result, the ritual of resurrecting the demigods of the wilderness has been postponed until today, 10,000 years later.

This behavior directly led to the disgust of the bears who believed in the Usok brothers towards the Night Elves, and also directly led to the only remaining wilderness demigod after the War of the Ancients, Tortora the Wise the Wise thousands of years ago... Clearly, the actions of the Night Elf druids had hurt the wise demigod's heart.

But now, the Night Elves can't ignore the problem, and the Deerhelm's actions have pushed the Cenarion Council directly into the limelight, and now, in the face of internal and external pressures, the Grand Druids must make a choice.

Is it to fulfill the mission, or to selfishly maintain the reproduction and growth of self-civilization...

And no matter which one they choose, they lose something, something crucial.

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"Wow, it's huge..."

Garin in a hunting suit. Standing on the hills of the barren land, Torbain used his monoculars to observe the razorland in the distance, even if it was nearly a thousand meters away, he could still clearly see the wild boar demigod Agamagan lying on the high ground basking in the sun.

The resurrected demigod of the wilderness looked a little weak, but its large body was large enough for any flesh creature to worship, the giant boar's skin was earthy yellow, on its back was a beautiful mane that danced like flames, it had a boar-like head, two fangs piercing out of the skin were as sharp as knives, and the thorns wrapped around the body of Agamagam were like warrior armor, not hideous, but added a special might to the demigod of the wilderness.

Around the huge body of Agamagan, who was basking in the sun, the boars who had regained their spirits were very sincere, and they gathered delicious fruits from far and wide and placed them in the form of tributes before the gods, eager to be blessed by the gods.

At the moment of Agamagan's recovery, the boar people who had lost their faith regained their spiritual comfort, and their social form was revived little by little with the help of the witherers.

"It's unbelievable, I still know so little about the world."

Garin threw the telescope to the gray yopp beside him, and the young king turned his head to look at the withering Patriarch Moyana behind him, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he said:

"So, should I call you a High Druid or the Patriarch?"

"You can continue to call me Moyana... The Deadburners who follow the circular path don't care about these distinctions. ”

Dressed in her own wooden ritual armor, she looked imposing, and behind her stood tall Wood Spirit warriors, these primordial creatures catalyzed by the seeds of life, have become very important members of the Blightcast Sect, they generally serve as the guardians of the temple, the destroyers, and the companions of the Druids, in the Valley of Thorns in the Eastern Continent, the forest spirits have established the first temple of the Blightburner in the dense forest, built entirely of trees.

"As I said, as long as the Human Empire goes to war with the Zermen, the Deer Helmet Family will stand firmly on your side."

Moyana said to the human king without humility or arrogance:

"Now, the entire Withburner Sect, along with the mighty Wilderness Demigods, will be on your side... As long as you and the other kings nod their heads and agree, the Blightcast will be friends of the Empire. ”

"Wait, before I answer, there are a couple of important questions."

King Garin was not carried away by the good news that the Wilderness Demigods had joined the war, he was calm, he knew that an organization like the Blightcallers could not be treated as easily as the Goblin Consortium, this was a new faith... As we all know, 99% of the people of the Human Empire are followers of the Holy Light, and even King Garin himself is also a substitute of the Holy Light.

He invited Moyana to sit in a simple chair on one side, and the guards brought cool and delicious drinks and food, and in this relaxed environment, King Garin sipped his wine and asked:

"I've read the teachings of the Blightcallers, the cycle of life and death, and it's refreshing, but I'm more concerned about, ma'am, where are the undead in your system?"

Moyana's eyes narrowed, and she whispered:

"What you really want to ask is our attitude towards the Darkblade, right? Young King. ”

Garin, who was debunked with careful thoughts, was not embarrassed, he nodded calmly:

"Ma'am, you should be well aware of the contradictions between the Empire and the Darkblade, and I can tell you responsibly that we and the Darkblade can never coexist... So you and your withercaller are going to be our friends, that's an unavoidable question. ”

"Well, I can understand."

Moyana also looked at Garin calmly, and said:

"The living represent life, the dead represent death, and now that you have read the teachings, you should understand that the withering sustains the cycle of life and death, and in our eyes, humans and the undead... In the same position, at opposite ends of the scale, and we, in the middle of the scale... If you really need an answer, then I would say... Blightless, remain neutral, we will not be involved in the war between humans and the undead, that's all. ”

"Then with all due respect, ma'am."

King Garin shook his head, and he placed the cup in his hand on the table:

"We can't be friends."

"Mr. Garin, what I want to remind you is..."

A calm smile broke into Moyana's face, and she brushed her long hair and said to Garin:

"The Blightcasters aren't asking to be friends with humanity... Now the situation is that you need us, not us to kneel and beg for your friendship, listen to me, it may be a little hurtful, but the truth is that whether or not you can get the friendship of the Human Empire is not important to the Blightdead, we only choose the Empire because it is closer to the base camp of the Worms. ”

The Great Druid said in a low and sharp tone:

"If you have to push the Blightburner away from the Empire, then we can only unite with the other side, and I believe that the High Lord on the other side of the sea may be more interested in exterminating the Worms than you... This is the reality, the king of the human race, no matter how deep your hatred for the undead is, you can't ignore the cold reality, and you are at an absolute disadvantage in the face of the worms. ”

As she spoke, Mo Yana stood up, and under the escort of Lin Jing's guards, she turned around and walked in the direction of Razor Heights, and she shook her hand:

"Perhaps, when you really realize the threat of the worms, we can really start a meaningful conversation, if you can't let go of the meaningless pride and stubbornness in your heart, then we can only sit back and watch human civilization be swallowed up by the worms little by little."

"Believe me, I have more say on this issue than any human being... Seriously, if the Empire is really as wise and powerful as you say it is, then why would you be afraid of the olive branch from the Blightcaster? ”

Behind Moyana, the human king Garin gritted his teeth and said word by word:

"Without your help, humanity can defeat those bugs!"

"Oh?"

Moyana turned her head, and she looked at Garin indifferently:

"Really? I doubt it... Arrogant king, let me give you a word of advice... You and your empire are far from being the masters of the world and destiny, you are no different from the boar people, and the centaurs, and if you can't calmly see your place in the world, sooner or later your fate will be the same as them..."

"In other words, the world doesn't revolve around humans... Garin. I can tell you bluntly, Thorbane, that you are not a child of destiny, and that your arrogance, stubbornness, and stupidity disgust me greatly... I will look forward to the day when you apologize to me! ”

"We won't be friends until that day comes! And you, who refuse all help, will face the Qila worm alone, and may you survive until the day when you are willing to bow your head and admit your mistakes. ”