"So, you already knew that that weird seed can affect people's hearts? Poor Moyana, I actually like her a lot, especially her love affair with Vastein, it's really fascinating. ”

Aurelia whispered beside Tyrion as the two stood on the edge of the platform of the Dark Temple, watching as a torrent of green streams spread across the land of Gorrond, and at the far end of the path was an immensely large thorn beast, the most powerful of the first thorn beasts to be born, and now its new owner was named "Lund".

Patriarch Moyana of the Blightburner Druids. The Deerhelm sat behind the thorn beast, her eyes closed, and a wooden pendant dangling from her chest with a small root of the seed, a true "relic" in the newly born faction of the Blightcaster Druids.

"Yes, I know."

Tyrion looked at the Lynn Legion on the ground as they marched forward like marching legions, and he whispered:

"Khadgar gave me a 78-page study in which he proved in every way that seed had a will of its own, even though it is still very... It's "hard to communicate", but there is no doubt that it thinks that its resurgence represents the continuation of its "mission", and the reappearance of the forest spirit means that it has bred enough strength to continue the mission, and I... While the lords were dormant, it took me a long time to relay my thoughts to it. ”

The King of the Dark Blades smiled, and he reached out and grabbed his wife's waist:

"I don't just freeze myself to sleep, my Aurelia, only in that case can my communication with that seed not be disturbed, it's a very stubborn guy, but how to say... It may not be so difficult to convince a stubborn child. ”

"The balance of life and death?"

Aurelia covered her mouth and chuckled:

"This near-perfect statement, don't say a seed with a brain that is not very useful, I am almost convinced."

"Huh?"

Tyrion frowned:

"You think I'm cheating on it? No, Aurelia, I didn't lie to it, just like I didn't lie to you, the balance between life and death is exactly what we are going to do in the future... One. ”

"You have to understand that the Master Mother, whether it is a living person or a dead person, actually needs a faith."

The Lord of the Dark Blades seemed reluctant to say much on this issue, and the moment his will enveloped the entire Dark Temple, the palace began to fly slowly forward, the moment the green rune energy rose, its speed became more and more, and at the end of its flight, the wide dark door was opened and never closed again.

In the southern part of the continent today, with the fall of Stormwind City, it is difficult to find a force that can threaten the Dark Gate under heavy protection.

"I'm going back to Mount Hyjal."

On the platform of the Dark Gate, looking at the King of the Dark Blades, who was fully armed and riding behind the Raven of Death, Moyana in her simple wooden armor said:

"I want to spread the true will of nature in the community of the druids, and for the withering to grow, they need to be constantly injected with new strength, and I want to show this new faith to my father, who I am sure will be interested."

"But wouldn't that be dangerous? Ms. Moyana. ”

Tyrion jumped off the raven, and he looked at the Druid Patriarch in front of him, and he reminded:

"The Cenarion Council is a conservative organization, and the beliefs of the Blightburners may seem somewhat radical to them in comparison, please understand my concerns, Lady Moyana, I have to worry a little more for my allies after you join us in our righteous cause."

"It's just that the understanding of the way of nature is different, I know very well what those old antiques think, things are not until the most difficult moment, they will not take the initiative to raise the butcher's knife, just like the doctrine they believe in, their principles of life, so hypocritical."

The obedient forest elf druids handed their patriarch a black hood, which she draped over her body, the lower edge of which was drawn so low that only Moyana's eyes shone with a flame that represented the power of nature, and she whispered:

"Doctrinal disputes, any organization has doctrinal disputes, you don't need to worry about me, Your Majesty Tyrion, it's just that, in the matter of Wastan, under the will of enlightened nature, I have already expressed my loyalty, I hope that you don't have... Apprehension. ”

"I am a dead man, and the last thing a dead man needs is loyalty."

In his own hollow voice, Tyrion said:

"Like my lords, I never used coercion to get them to obey me, but cooperated, or... Together. ”

"The balance between life and death, the necromancer is an important part, and the existence of the withering is as important as we are. My people and I will fulfill the doctrine of death, just as you and your followers will uphold the creed of life, listen to me. ”

The light in the ice-blue eyes of the King of the Dark Blades twitched:

"The Blightburners need a Holy See in Azeroth, and personally, I think the Valley of Thorns is a good fit, and of course, it's just a friendly suggestion."

"Valley of Thorns?"

Moyana pondered for a moment, seeing that Tyrion had led the Death Knights through the Dark Gate, and she didn't stay any longer, and the withered vines grew at Moyana's feet, like layers of wooden stairs, carrying the Patriarch back to sit behind the Thorn Beast Lund, and the moment before passing through the Dark Gate, she summoned her friends.

"Olt, I want to return to Mount Hyjal so that more of my fellow citizens can see the true meaning of nature, and in my absence, it is up to you to carry out the development of the Blightcaller in the early days of Azeroth."

High Druid Oult. Statin was no longer wearing his own animal skin robes, but instead wore the same wooden armor as Moyana, with a dark hood, and the cold expression on his face was gone, and now, the tall male druid had a gentle smile on his face, as if he had changed again.

Facing the Patriarch's command, he leaned over slightly:

"I will do my best to pass on the true meaning of nature to more lives in your absence."

"Our first foothold, in the Valley of Thorns, is a lush jungle that is perfect for our teachings, but there are a lot of trolls living there, and I've heard that those trolls don't worship the way of nature, Ault, you've traveled around the world, do you know anything about them?"

Moyana's question made Oult frown, and the tall night elf druid shook his head and said with a hint of disgust:

"No, only a small fraction of the existing trolls are still barely following the ancient civilization, and the trolls of the Valley of Thorns have long since lost the traces of civilization, they have degenerated into a group of barbarians... Living a bloody life, it is said that deep in the Valley of Thorns, the trolls of Gulabash, the ancient capital of trolls, believe in the evil blood demigods. ”

"Hmm... Then you should teach them! ”

The Night Elf's pretty eyebrows furrowed, and she said to her friend:

"Tell me, Oort, my friend, what would you do if they did not believe in the ways of nature and were unwilling to respect the divine balance of life and death?"

The druid, who still had a gentle smile on his face, spread his hands and whispered:

"If the preaching of words does not work, then I will make them repent in their pain and atone for their sins in blood, and the wrath of nature will come upon their heads, but not for destruction, but punishment ... Guide those savage creatures back to the right civilization, and may nature forgive their sins and souls. ”

"Very well, high-ranking druid Oult. Statin, I am very pleased with your understanding of the Blightcaller's teachings. ”

Moyana nodded, and she drove the huge thorn beast towards the dark door in front of her, and she said:

"I can leave everything to you with confidence."

"I've heard the roar of nature, and I've come to understand the true meaning of balance, that violence is not necessary, but many times, it works better than preaching."

As Oult stood there, he called out to Moyana:

"Also, my friend, my Patriarch, please call me Oult, the Harvest Wizard, I prefer this new name."

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Moyana's return has caused the entire druid beast den of Mount Hyjal to boil, of course, more because of the huge thorn beasts that accompanied her back to Mount Hyjal and those unique forest spirits.

These two plant forms have never been similar in Azeroth, and for the druids, who spend almost all their time dealing with plants and animals, this strange life form almost immediately attracted many curious people.

However, Moyana did not promote the new teachings of the Blightburn in public, although she had heard the will of the Seed with her own ears, it did not mean that she had become a fanatical believer carried away by the faith, she had a complete plan for spreading the teachings of the Blightcall, of course, the most important thing to do before spreading the teachings was to talk to her father first.

If you can get Vandal. With the support of the Deerhelm, the teachings of the Blightburner are bound to spread throughout the Council of Cenarion at a breakneck pace.

"Quack."

The news spread quickly, and Ansu, the god of crows who liked to watch the excitement, finally ran over, and when Ansu, who had shrunk his body, saw the thorn beast and the forest spirit that were amazed by the druids, this wilderness demigod who was also from Draenor flashed a trace of hatred and panic in his dark eyes.

It rushed back to its nest at the top of Nodashir at great speed, summoning its most trusted friend, Hisali. The crow then said to the crow lady with a serious face:

"Whatever the other druids do with those plant monsters, I hear you, little Hisali, I won't allow you and the druids who believe in me to touch them, understand? Thorn beasts and forest spirits are dangerous creatures that nearly destroyed the entire Draenor more than once more than 1,000 years ago and earlier! They are two species from what you know to be gentle plants! ”

"But the forest spirit who came back with Lady Moyana is very funny."

The crow looked at her demigod suspiciously, and she whispered:

"He's made up of living plants all over his body, he speaks Elvish language, he says his name is Groot, he can use druid spells, and many great druids have been to see him, and they say it's a creature worth studying, a very strange life form."

"Fun? Hehe. ”

Ansu flapped his wings and let out a sneer:

"You won't be fun when he eats a living person in front of you, forest elves are omnivorous plants, believe me, I've seen with my own eyes how dangerous they are, especially when the forest elves reach the level of a colony, they will also summon some twisted carnivorous flowers, and those brainless thorn beasts... In short, don't deal with them! Got it? ”

Seeing Ansu's voice turn cold, Hisali sensed the seriousness of the problem, and she said worriedly:

"Do you need me to remind the Great Druids that you'd better come with me, and they'll listen to what you say."

"No!"

Ansu refused, it looked at its dependent, and it cautiously reminded:

"Draenor has been controlled by the necromancy, how did that druid named Moyana come back alive from there? Think for yourself, stupid girl, there is something strange behind this matter, I will investigate, but until I find the clue, you are not allowed to tell these things to others! Got it? ”

At Ansu's request, the crow reluctantly assures it that it will not talk nonsense about the secrets of the forest spirits, and after deceiving the doubtful young druid, Ansu stands by his crow's nest, looking out at another continent or even another world far away.

In its beautiful black agate-like eyes, a trace of undisguised worry flashed:

"Tyrion... What exactly do you want to do? ”

At the same time, in the den of the Great Druid Deer Helmet, after listening to his daughter-in-law's story, the expression of the Great Druid Deer Helmet, who was playing with his granddaughter, became very ugly, and he waved his hand to let a druid take his cherished little granddaughter away, and then said to Moyana:

"I will not allow you to spread your teachings in the Senarion Council! And your "Blightcaller", this is a threat, and you must secretly dispose of all your followers before the other Grand Druids know about it! Immediately! ”

"Why? Father! ”

Moyana's face was full of surprise, she held the seed in her hand with both hands, handed it to the deer helmet, and she asked in disbelief:

"Don't you feel its power? It doesn't conflict with the forces of nature used by orthodox druids! ”

"No, Moyana, I can feel it."

The deerhelm sat on the stone chair, his head bowed, and let the shadow of the dancing candle flame envelop his face, from the deerhelm's expression, Moyana felt a hint of clues, and after a while, the great druid said with some tiredness:

"I feel the power of those roots in your hands better than you can be, but that's not the crux of the matter, listen to me, the Blightcaller's teachings on the balance between life and death are not the first time they've appeared in the Cenarion Council... The last person who proposed a doctrine very similar to yours, and did so, has... He's dead! ”

"Moreover, he died a terrible death."