There are many different manifestations of life, from the docile kitten to the hideous crocodile, from the bacteria that are invisible to the human eye, to the birds that take over the sky with their roaring migration, and even the grass, numbers, and forests that never speak, let the feet trample it, let the wildfire rise, and burn everything.

Does life be angry?

Yes!

But in the vast majority of cases, the humble beings can only endure all this in silence.

And when it comes to doctrinal research, the druids, the most devotion to the way of life and nature, are not sure whether there is another form of gentle life.

The side that is completely different from the meek side that holds up the foundation of the entire world system, the side that appears as a destroyer or a punisher... Destructive life, with instinctive devouring, assimilation and plundering, finally erases all deformed life, leaving only the most original foundation, allowing the new season of civilization to regrow on the ruins of the old world, and then expecting it to be a civilization that retains an incomparable belief in life...

If they weren't, then the green frenzy of angry life and destruction would have returned from underground.

A very bold, arrogant fantasy, but in Mount Hyjal, in the Council of Cenarion, most druids thought it was a fantastical madman's nonsense, at least in Azeroth, where the origin of nature existed in a gentle and decent state.

Nodashir, the world tree that shelters the Night Elves for immortality, is the best embodiment of this gentle side of life.

"But now, we've seen it."

Moyana stood by the pool of water in the Eternal Jungle, she reached out and stroked the vines that sprawled in the water behind her, and behind her, a high-ranking druid Oult with a sluggish face. Statine, in his dull gaze, the seed of life in front of him, which was entangled and protected by flowing water, vines and steel, was still "breathing" at a mysterious frequency, and in the rhythm of the pool water, each breath would make the life energy in this magical forest become larger and heavier.

"Represents the seed of angry nature, perhaps its ancestors tried to reshape this small world with plant life, but for some unknown reason, the conquest of this plant failed, and it was replaced by flesh and blood life identical to Azeroth."

Moyana said in a sincere voice:

"But you can also feel, Statine, it's here, it's recovering, and one day, it's going to relive its ancestral mission, to bring the world back to green reinvention and tranquility... It is in itself another manifestation of life and nature. ”

This is a radical alternative to our gentle natural forces, full of violence, devouring, killing and reshaping will, even if it has not yet awakened, the wild will that has forced the plants around it to evolve into its "soldiers", its "advance army". ”

Moyana raised her hand, and with this movement, those forest elders raised their hands made of plants with sincere faces, druid magic and these plant lives were too compatible, and their learning speed for this spell based on the balance of nature was simply a thousand miles a day, and in the hands composed of plants, rich dark green energy danced in their fingertips.

At the feet of those forest spirits, vines covered with sharp barbs quickly grew and wrapped around their hands to form their weapons, and the fallen leaves that flew in the air were also endowed with some kind of angry power, becoming as strong as steel, sharp, and full of lethality.

Moyana stretched out her hand, and a fallen leaf fell in the palm of her hand, between the growth and entanglement of the life energy in her body, the fallen leaf weathered rapidly, and after a while, the strange creature that resembled a swarm of insects flew into the air, but the next moment it grew wildly because it lost control, and then it seemed to be weathered, turning into black ashes, and falling on the earth.

"I feel its will, it's calling me..."

Moyana muttered and looked back at the rhythmic water, and she whispered:

"It is calling me to be its most exalted messenger, and it will give me supreme power... It is no longer the moderation of power, but under the mask of life, the hidden, the real, the angry... Devour, with a new life! ”

"What the hell are you talking about? Moyana, come to your senses! ”

High Druid Oult. Statin shouted behind Moyana, he stretched out his hand to wake up his friend who had obviously been captured by the strange seed, as the best disciple of the Great Druid Deer Helmet, this druid could easily feel the evil aura of this ghost place, although it was full of life energy that the druids could not let go, but among these seemingly harmless energies that could be picked at will, who knew what kind of danger was hidden.

What they were dealing with was a seed of life born with an ancient will, and it was far from the terrible secrets that a druid of their level should be exposed to.

But the moment his fingers touched Moyana's shoulder, an angry roar made Ort turn around, and he saw a behemoth of interlaced plants and vines slowly walking out of the jungle of the Eternal Woodland at the call of the forest elves druids.

It looked like a giant mammoth, it even had ivory-like wooden tusks, four huge hooves holding its body steadily, and the upper body of a humanoid, its thick, vine-like arms waving in the air, and in the heavy green light, a giant oak long-bladed battle axe appeared in the beast's hand.

There was no wisdom in its green eyes, only a violent glow, one of the most dangerous lives that Draenor had ever had, in what was once the plain of Franlon, where the necromancers had fought such monsters.

Thorn beasts, the most powerful weapons of war that Draenor can spawn from the source of life, and their most powerful ones can even confront Goron head-on, and now, with the cheers of the forest elves, this extinct plant beast has once again appeared on the land of Draenor.

And behind the dark green thorn beast, the oldest in the Yongmao woodland, the giant trees that have experienced countless years also slowly moved, as if it was a ritual, in the cheers of those forest spirits holding wooden weapons, the branches of a huge banyan tree slowly moved, its trunk began to twist, forming thick legs, and the leaves on its top swayed like hair.

Eventually, it opened its eyes, which were green eyes with a glow of indifferent wisdom flowing in them.

An ancient tree!

Ancient trees, ancient treemen, these strange creatures are common in the druid colony of Mount Hyjal.

They generally live for a long time, and with deep intelligence, the druids often turn to the Wisdom Tree for answers when they encounter difficult problems, and when the elves' lives are threatened, the powerful War Tree will awaken and join the battle.

But the birth of each ancient tree is difficult, and the life forms of plants make it difficult for them to give birth to true wisdom, and even in Mount Hyjal, where Azeroth's life energy is most abundant, the number of ancient ancient trees is scarce.

Ault had never seen an ancient tree awakened so easily... In front of his eyes, in the nourishment of the unimaginably huge vitality, one after another ancient trees came out of the darkness of the Yongmao woodland, as well as those thorn beasts that represented the strong and violent, those awakened forest spirits, and soon, the pond of the entire Yongmao woodland was full of these living "plants".

This should have been a noisy scene but it was very quiet, and the forest spirits quietly looked at Oort. Statin, as if waiting for him to make a decision.

That emotionless gaze made the high-ranking druids feel threatened... An indescribable danger.

"Moyana, tell me, what's going on? In just 2 days, have you been brainwashed? Or are you going to kill me here? ”

Aort gripped the staff of thorns in his hand, spells from the traditional druids wrapped around his body, but before his eyes, Moyana, who was supposed to be his best friend and wife of his best brother, looked at him with a look of pity.

"Didn't you hear Ault, my most trusted friend?"

Moyana opened her arms, and in Ault's horrified gaze, he saw the floating of the mysterious pool behind her, and those vines slowly floated in the whisper of a will, like a twisted hydra, and put those wet vines on Moyana's shoulders, and on her body, those vines quickly fell off the main body, and they became dry and shaped by life force.

After a few moments, Moyana's body had an extra set of mysterious, savage wooden armor, and above her head, there was a crown of thorny wood, and she reached out and grasped the slender vine in front of her, and in the glow of dark green vitality, the vine quickly turned into a glittering ancient staff.

"My friend, I am sharing the truth with you!"

Moyana took a step forward, and the elders of the most noble forest spirits respectfully knelt on the ground, bowing to the new priest of the "god of life and nature" they believed in, and Moyana calmly accepted this prostration, surrounded by thousands of forest spirits, the staff in her hand tapped on the ground:

"During these days, I listened to its will, and when it was on the verge of death, it was the necromancy who brought it out of the grave of its ancestors, and it was the necromancy who provided it with enough..."nourishment", the necromancy is trustworthy! And the necromancy is an important part! ”

"We were wrong, my friend, because our understanding of nature was too superficial."

Moyana let out a sigh, and like the Great Druids, she spoke obscure and incomprehensible words:

"The balance between life and death is the balance of nature, a sacred precept that cannot be broken! The dead spirit represents death, falling, and withering, and we, the agents of the will to live, must abide by and uphold this sacred precept in the withering and rebirth! ”

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Ault had already sensed that something was wrong, and Moyana in front of her was obviously overwhelmed... Manipulated by a damn thing, or even more terrifying, the soul beneath her shell may have been replaced.

Thinking of this, the high-level druid no longer hesitated, the light of the Transfiguration technique flowed on his body, and in less than a second, a black crow rose into the sky, wanting to break through the shackles of the Yongmao woodland, but before he could fly into the air, the leaves above the entire jungle began to dance wildly, and those blades like flying knives were intertwined in the air to form a green hell.

Blood and black feathers fell from the sky, and then Oort's bloodied body, which he smashed to the ground, the plants didn't want his life, but cut off his control with some strange toxin, leaving him lying helpless on the ground, like a prisoner waiting for death to come.

"The druids drew strength from nature and called themselves the guardians of nature, but they were wrong, we were wrong."

Moyana stood in front of Aort, who couldn't even speak, and she looked at her friend with a touch of loss:

"I'm sober, no one is forcing me to change my thinking, I'm more sober than ever, Aort, we were wrong! What nature needs is not protection, nature has enough strength to protect itself, what it needs is... Awe, what it needs is, punishment! Punishment for flesh and blood creatures who don't revere nature! ”

"Only bleeding can feel pain, and only pain can make people think... The balance between life and death cannot be broken, but Azeroth cannot understand it, the world that has been living in illusory peace cannot understand the importance of order, Tyrion is trying to make them learn to obey order, and we, we have to help him achieve this great goal. ”

She bent down, lifted her friend with one hand, threw him into the pool behind her, and watched Ault struggle in the water full of life, and with a compassionate expression, she whispered:

"That ignorant world needs to shed blood, and it feels pain, and only pain can make it revere nature... Feel the truth, my friend. ”

"Bang"

The wooden staff in Moyana's hand slammed to the ground, her voice growing louder and higher, tangled in the last moment with the special rhythm of the jungle.

"Feel and maintain that balance, that's our mission!"

"It's... The Blightcaster's Mission! ”