The Council of Cenarion is an organization of druids that has a long history dating back to the Elven Empire, and was later taught to the Night Elves by Cenarius, the god of the forest, thus establishing the beginning of the Druid faction.

And the druids also have branches within themselves, and occasionally there will be arguments because of the true meaning of the druids' way, but in most cases, this kind of argument will only stay at the verbal level, as part of the way of nature, the druids do not preach struggle, and they are also very harmonious with each other, plus 90% of the members of this organization are immortal night elves, which leads to this huge organization, in the face of sudden events, the reaction will be some... Dullness.

It's natural, and it's normal.

The immortal Night Elves are true immortals, they will not age suddenly in a long time, as long as they are responsible, they will not die, so time is equivalent to losing its meaning to them, when a race collectively loses the concept of time, what kind of changes will happen?

The pace of their life will become very, very slow, they will spend their personal energy on things that they are interested in, the emotions of the individual will become lazy and peaceful, the connection between the individuals of the entire race will also become weak, the centripetal force of civilization will be very loose, based on the common faith, the civilization of Kadore still maintains a certain vitality, but compared to the short-lived species and their compatriots the high elves, these long-eared, purple-skinned forest elves, each of them can be called "big lazy bugs".

And the druid profession is very special, after reaching a certain level, they must use the connection between the present world and the dream, enter the mysterious and huge jade dream, continue to comprehend the essence of the way of nature, and this form of "dreaming" in the eyes of ordinary people is similar to "sleeping", well, in fact, when the druids communicate with the jade dream, they are indeed sleeping.

Therefore, we can say with certainty that the Cenarion Council is a large organization, a strong, deeply hidden organization, but in reality, it is also a loose organization, a cohesive organization.

In the past years, it was not without druids who had left the Cenarion Council, but they were low-level druids who had been lured by other forces, such as Vandal. The departure of such a great druid from the organization as the Deer Helm has only happened once in the past years... In the Battle of Sartre 9,000 years ago, the Great Druid Laleer. In order to fight the demons, Fanghuo ventured to absorb the power of the wolf spirit Godring, and after becoming insane, he was imprisoned by Malfurion in a certain half-plane of the Emerald Dream Realm, which was equivalent to being forcibly expelled from the Cenarion Council.

But the deer helmet is voluntarily detached... This is not quite the same as the situation of Toothfire, when this situation appears, all the great druids, including Malfurion, do not know how to deal with this matter, and the inaction of the upper echelons directly leads to the news that Deer Helmet has left the council, and in less than 1 day, it has spread throughout the entire Hyjal Mountain.

While Malfurion was asleep, Vandal was deeply trusted by him. The Deerhelm has always been one of the masters of the Cenarion Council, so this news like a thunderbolt from the blue has made the entire Hyjal Mountain boil, and both the druids and the civilians of the Night Elves have felt the smell of an impending storm.

So... As the protagonist of the incident, he blatantly broke away from the Cenarion Council, and left Vandal in Mount Hyjal in full view. Deer Helm, where did he go?

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"Wow, whoa"

Moyana. Escorted by two tall forest elf druids, the Deerhelm walked briskly through the "Sleeping Ground", where the Blightcaller had set up a learning area for novice apprentices in Druswa's Emerald Dreamland, tables and chairs made of vines and vine-covered dens dotted on both sides of the road, and as Moyana advanced, apprentices on both sides of the road bowed down to the Patriarch.

Yes, under the guise of the harmless "High Druids of the Council of Cenarion", Moyana has another identity, she is the Patriarch of the Blightburn Sect, a druid who has been blessed by the seed of life.

It has been several years since the establishment of the Blightcaller Sect, and this small sect has also changed from a secret order composed of a few people to one of the most powerful forces on the island of Kul Tiras, especially after the Great Druids of the Blightcast used the energy of the mature seed of life to purify the emerald dream on the island, the development of the Blightcast can be said to be a rapid development.

Unlike the conservative Council of Cenarion, the Blightcaller druids treat all races equally, and can be absorbed into the Blightcast as long as they can feel the life force and revere life and nature enough.

In the current Druswa in this dream land full of vigorous life force, you can see not only the druids of the Night Elves, but also some local human druids, a few ravens and tiger druids from Draenor, wolfwalker druids from Gilneth, and even wild boar druids who have always been regarded as savage and ignorant creatures, as well as a few rare minotaur druids.

But this kind of eclectic absorption has made the growing Wither faction feel somewhat uneven.

This is normal, after all, this is a new organization full of vitality, it has not been tested too much, and there are some guys who are just here for power.

"Patriarch! Welcome to your arrival. ”

On the side of the road leading to the Tower of Life and Death, the core area of Drusva's Emerald Dream, Austin, the Great Druid Harvest Wizard among the Blightcallers, was waiting for the arrival of the Patriarch, and he leaned over Moyana slightly, and then whispered:

"The Deerhelm Mentor is waiting for you, he's in the Tower of Life and Death, discussing something with the Toothfire Great Druid... Questions about doctrine. ”

"Hmm"

Moyana nodded, she entered here in a dream form, her body was still resting in the territory of the Human Empire at the moment, she followed the harvest wizard all the way forward, she asked softly:

"Why did my father come here all of a sudden? Hasn't he always been reluctant to abandon his old-fashioned companions? He's a veteran of the Cenarion Council, and he still has a lot of affection for that rotten organization. ”

Hearing Moyana's inquiry, the Harvest Wizard shrugged his shoulders, he looked at the towers in front of him that were intertwined with vines, and at the forces of nature escaping around those towers, and said:

"Malfurion rejected the Mentor's request to unite the Humans and go to war with the Worms, and the soft-eared guy broke the Mentor's heart... This time, the Deerhelm Mentor has probably broken with the Cenarion Council once and for all, and he will become a major force in the rise of the Blightcaller, or... He gave us a future! ”

"Well, I hope my father has really made up his mind this time, and the matter of Wastann can no longer be delayed."

Moyana untied her hood, and between the dances of her fingers, a quaint thornwood cane appeared in her hand, and the cane tapped twice on the ground, and the gate of the tower of life and death in front of her was quietly opened, and before stepping into the tower, Moyana turned around and said to the Harvest Wizard:

"Austin, go get ready... I will persuade my father to help us call on the spirits of the demigods, and after that, the Blightcaster will soon emerge on the world stage in a splendid manner, a future revealed by the truth of life and death, and we must be perfect! ”

"It will be as you wish."

The Harvest Wizard took the command, and behind him, Moyana closed her eyes and pondered for a moment, then stepped into the tower, which was reconstituted by the vines of the seed of life, built in the closed emerald dream of Drusva, so full of unimaginable life force that they had even formed star-like points of light that wound around the tower, looking beautiful and magnificent.

"The core of life and death lies in the soul, the decay of the body is only a part of life and death, it is not the beginning, it is not the end, this is just a process, in this process, the immortality of the soul means that the cycle continues, the soul is broken means that life and death have been divided, the withered do not value the power of the body, what we really care about is the integration of the soul and nature... This is much better than the Senarion Council's way of thinking about conforming to nature and respecting nature. ”

A hoarse voice rang out in the hall in front of Moyana, and it sounded like Lallaire. The voice of the Tooth Fire Master, it was the Wolf Walker Druid who was exiled 9,000 years ago, was released from the Emerald Dream in the Battle of the Northern Frontier, and in the injection of a large dose of the Moonlit Night Herbal Medicine, he finally woke up from the violent power of the wolf spirit, and now, the Tooth Fire Master is one of the Great Druids of the Blightburner, and what he is best at is the werewolf transformation and the unique giant wolf form.

It was a special form that traditional druids couldn't master.

"Soul? Therefore, the origin of your new doctrine is that you should not blindly follow nature, but merge your own soul with nature, and when necessary, you will also take action to calm the ups and downs of nature, and even plan the path of nature. But wouldn't this be contrary to the very foundations of nature? ”

The second voice was very familiar to Moyana, who was her father and her husband Vastein's father, Grand Druid Vandal. Deer Helmet, and after hearing her father's question about the Tooth Fire Master, the Blightburner Archpriest coughed lightly, and then stepped into the hall with a wooden staff, she looked at her father who was a little vicissitudes, and said seriously:

"So, Master Deer Helmet, what is the basis of the Way of Nature? Is it the coexistence advocated by the Cenarion Council? Or is it the tenacity and stubbornness of a seed piercing the earth? Is it the greed that weeds grow unchecked, eventually spreading across the entire farmland? Or is it the autumn wind blowing through the forest, and the fallen leaves drifting away from the trunks of the trees? ”

"All of this is the way of nature... The Council of Cenarion just added a note to the way of nature according to its own understanding, but believe me, it is not true, it is not true, not all life that exists in the world is reasonable, and not all dead life should be eliminated, in the eyes of the wither, the definition of the way of nature is "evolution", endless evolution, co-evolution of life and nature. ”

"Like wild bears, we feel strength in our faith."

"Like cheetahs, we perceive the wild from the hunt."

"Like ravens, we learn freedom from our souls."

"The power of the Blightburner does not come from reverence for nature and boring repetition of its ways, but from a soul that never gives in and never stops moving forward, and we draw the power of self-evolution from nature, and then use this power to defend the nature we love, and punish those who break the cycle of life and death..."

Moyana looked at her father, and she said in a deep voice:

"Like the Qila Worm Man... That evil life that shouldn't have been in this world in the first place! ”

Deer Helmet's expression became serious at this moment, he looked at his relatives, the woman who called him "father", the wife of his own son, the mother of his granddaughter, he looked at Moyana in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze, and when he didn't notice, his relatives had already gone too far on the other path of nature.

The Great Druid of the Wolfwalkers, who had been arguing with Deer Helmet about the doctrine, had quietly left at some point, giving up this occasion to his relatives who had not seen him for a long time, and under the silent gaze of Deer Helmet, Moyana whispered:

"Father, I don't want to wait any longer... Vastein, his soul has been lost in the darkness for too long, and we need to get him back. ”

"Save my husband, your son and Istaria's father, and save the loved ones who are most important to both of us... Then use this deliverance as a starting point to protect and balance the strife of this world! ”

The Patriarch of the Blightburner stepped forward, she looked at her father, at the Deer Helm who had just broken with the Cenarion Council, and said:

"I also don't want to miss my revenge on the Worm Pullers, and I don't want to miss the first step in the Blightcaller balancing the world... The Cenarion Council can't afford to truly communicate with this planet, and we're left to do it ourselves! ”

"Would you like to join me? Father... Come with me to save Wastan, I know that you are in the same pain as I am, no, you are more miserable than I am, you love Wastann no less than I do, and you will not hate the Worm Pullers less than I do, join the Blightcaller, father, and believe me, this is a better place for you than the Cenarion Council. ”

"Just for Wastan!"

Under Moyana's gaze, the deer helmet took a deep breath, he raised his head, a trace of pain flashed on his face full of vicissitudes, he stretched out his hand with some difficulty, took the thornwood cane handed over by Moyana, and then let the strange and majestic life force pour into his body, at the moment when he was wrapped in a green light curtain, he closed his eyes and whispered:

"It's for Wastann! It's for my son..."

"Not for this damn world."