"Deerhelm went to Drusva?"

In the underground secret room of the Stormwind City Great Council Hall, the heavily armed Tyrion asked without looking back while sorting out the various potions he was carrying, and in the face of his question, Vagriagasa, who was standing behind him, nodded:

"To be precise, through the Emerald Dream, entering the Druthva as a dream, the Blightburner Druids have shared with us some nodes of the Emerald Dream so that we can monitor the activity of the rift in the world hidden in their Emerald Dream, and according to the portrait you gave me, I can be sure that the strange entrant a few hours ago should be Vandal. Deer helmet. ”

"Good!"

Tyrion nodded, and he took out a red wand with a golden starry carving on the top from the wooden box in front of him, and examined it in front of him.

This was sent by the Blood Lord of Sindra earlier today, and it was Mordant. The promise of Eternal Shadow and Tyrion, this thing is said to be one of the treasures of Queen Azhara's collection back then, and was made by the most skilled upper elf arcane craftsmen 10,000 years ago, and the upper elves mixed it with some special materials to ensure that this wand can achieve energy conversion.

The High Lord held his wand in his hand, and like the mage apprentices of Quel'Salas he remembered, he flicked the red wand outward, and the moment the death energy seeped into it, a burst of blue starlight magic flew out from the tip of the wand, smashing the flower basket held in the sculpture in front of him to the ground.

"This precision..."

Tyrion looked at the petals flying in the darkness in front of him a little speechlessly, he was aiming at it, but the head of the sculpture...

The Great Lord shook his head as he stuck his wand on his belt, he definitely wouldn't need it, this thing was for the little ghost Yuna, although it may not be the star wand that Yuna lost in Argus in the first place, but anyway... With the efforts of the upper elven craftsmen, it can indeed emit arcane stars, right?

After the time reached a certain hour, a dark rift that suddenly cracked in the space appeared in front of the Great Lord's eyes, this thing was like an authentic hell passage, in the rift shone a strange blue halo, like a burning blue flame, but there was no temperature at all, the wind from the other world flowed along the passage, and a strange and low sound sounded in the entire secret room where it blew, it was the wind of the Death Realm...

On the other side of the passage, there was a crisp laugh from time to time, but in this case it seemed more and more infiltrating, and the crisp laughter kept ringing, as if calling Tyrion to another world.

The little ghost Yuna is already waiting for him on the other side of the passage, and after getting the teddy bear Noor, Yuna can temporarily open the passage to the present world anywhere in the Dead Realm, and the two of them have made an appointment that they will continue to explore the depths from the last recorded geographical node until they find a suitable place to set up a base in the wasteland of the Dead Realm.

Moments before stepping into the realm of death for the 49th time, Tyrion turned back to Vargri and said:

"Continue to monitor Drusva's Emerald Dreams, with a focus on Deerhelm and Moyana, but don't go too far into the Blightcaller's system and keep it neutral... I need this organization to be neutral, understand? ”

"Understood!"

Agatha made an "OK" gesture, which he had learned from Tyrion, and before the High Lord stepped into the passage, Agatha asked:

"The insect of its pull... Those monsters are ready to take action against the Human Empire, according to what we have learned, this should have something to do with the Fifth Ancient God, do we need to intervene? ”

"I've been involved in this, Agasha."

Without looking back, Tyrion stepped into the rift of the Dead Realm, and his last words reached Agatha's ears as the rift closed:

"You just don't know... Let the human boys suffer, I've heard that after working together to "knock off" me once, they seem to be quite arrogant lately..."

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Razor Heights, a valley at the southernmost point of the Barren Lands at the intersection of the cliffs of the Thousand Needles Forest.

The reason why it is called razor is because the back of this valley is like being directly cut off by a razor, and further on, there is a drop of hundreds of meters, across the grand canyon in the middle of the continent, and the razor heights also has a peculiar scenery is that the top of this mountain range is wrapped with a huge amount of black thorn vines, like a special "vegetation" covering the earth, this layer of tough vines is like a shield, protecting the last fortress of the wild boar people.

And even for the orcs who currently control most of the barren land, the razor heights and the razor swamp on the other side are a dangerous place, because this is the base camp of the boar people, in this valley and the underground tunnels of the valley, there are nearly 600,000 wild boar people, in terms of the strength of the group, the wild boar people should be the most powerful force in the barren land except for the orcs.

Even the savage centaurs, when they were at their strongest, did not dare to provoke these violent boar men head-on.

But the boar people are not barbarians, or rather, this peculiar civilization is a gray area between civilization and barbarians, they have a complete social system, but their own civilization strength is very weak, barely able to maintain the inheritance of civilization, but many advantages of their own civilization have been dissipated in a long time of grinding, in other words, this is a civilization that is constantly retreating, maybe in a few decades, the boar people will be reduced to the same barbarian status as centaurs.

However, the problem of the civilization of the wild boar people is not unsolvable.

"The boar people, this was once a noble race."

Vandal who changed into a robe. The Deer Helm, surrounded by all the Great Druids of the Blightcasters and led by several Boar Druids, was walking through the thorny cave, and his gaze occasionally fell on the primitive "murals" on both sides of the cave.

This is the base camp of the wild boar people, although the name has the word "wild boar", but the wild boar people are not as dirty as the wild boar's habits, in fact, the cave is very neatly kept, there are rough braziers everywhere, those beating flames bake the cave very dry, the wild boar people also opened a special cave for garbage, so that this huge underground cave does not have too much smell.

As they go along, the learned Great Druids are also telling stories about the civilization of the Boar People.

"I still remember that more than 9,000 years ago, in our time, the War of the Ancients had just ended, and the demigod believed by the boar people, the mighty Agamagan, died in the war against the demons, and its death made the entire civilized world feel sad, and the boar people lost their "gods", which was a devastating blow to their civilization. ”

Werewolf Daruil Laleer. Toothfire touched the wall in his hand with nostalgia, and he whispered:

"But at that time, the boar people still maintained the civilization of their clan, they had their own writing, their own songs, their warriors were noble and powerful, their blood was sacred Agamagan in their bodies, and the boar people sent representatives to participate in the event when the World Tree Nodashir was planted."

"But now, look at them!"

Fanghuo turned his head to look at the boar people in the depths of the cave, their pig-shaped heads were combed with ugly braids, their eyes were full of confusion and ignorance, even the noble boar people priests and warriors were wearing rough leather armor and robes, using stone weapons, and those songs and words that had been passed down by word of mouth in the early years had also become their unrecognizable "ancestral knowledge".

"The civilization of the boar people has collapsed, and they are about to become savages... Why is that? Vandal, tell me, what have the Cadores been doing in the 9,000 years since we left? ”

Lallaire. Toothfire finally asked the question that had been buried in his heart for several years, and he looked at Vandal seriously. Deer Helmet, he asked:

"It's not just the boar people, I've spoken to some of the maritime merchants in Kul Tiras, and they've told me that in distant Northrend, our once sacred allies, the bears who believe in the Usok brothers, have also fallen back to the tribal age... They are also only slightly better than the civilization of the boar people, why? After the Greats left, did the Night Elves let their former allies fall to the ground? ”

"Has Kadore forgotten the demigods of the wilderness for the Ancients? Can't we even protect the demigods' legacy of the clans? ”

Facing Yahuo's questioning, the deer helmet chief sighed:

"My brother, there are so many things that have happened in these 9,000 years, and our compatriots have also made bad decisions, you have to understand that immortality is sometimes not a blessing, after losing the reverence for time, many people have become no longer concerned about the changes in the world, no longer paying attention to the former allies, everything that once was... Faith unites us, but it also binds us in our steps. ”

"For 9,000 years, you have been living in the Holy Mountain... unimaginable. ”

Orfa, the Great Druid of the Humans, who has lived from thousands of years ago to the present, the bone-masked Kurtilas said calmly:

"The civilization of the Night Elves really lacks the spirit of exploration, and also lacks the sense of responsibility as the most ancient civilization, you have lived on this continent for 10,000 years, but you have not affected the historical changes of this continent, and there is never even a trace of interference... The form of your civilization is truly unimaginable, it's like..."

"A pool of stagnant water, right?"

The Patriarch of the Blightcall, Moyana, chuckled, and she took Orfa's words and whispered:

"I have never thought of the civilization of Kadore in this way before, but now that I think back that my compatriots in the Holy Mountain of Hyjal did live a clear soup every day, and what is even more terrifying is that even they themselves have become accustomed to this stagnant water... A waste of time, a waste of life, even though it means nothing to them. ”

"You never thought about changing, did you?"

Alpha twisted his head, and beneath the bony mask, the eyes of the human Grand Druid examined the four Night Elves beside him, and in response to his question, Austin, the Harvest Wizard, let out a series of laughs that did not know whether it was mockery or self-deprecation, and he said:

"Your Excellency, if one day you receive the gift of immortality, will you take the initiative to choose to refuse? Immortality is as poisonous as a brilliant lie, blindfolding everyone's eyes and hearts, making people bury their heads in the pool of immortality and drink and drink... The trees themselves do not feel the fall of late autumn, and only when all the leaves have fallen to the ground do they begin to shiver..."

With that, the Night Elf lowered his head and muttered to himself:

"But the snow of winter will bury everything, and then in the silence of spring, new landscapes will appear... Change will come, but not now..."

"We're here!"

Moyana's call drew everyone's attention to the cavern in front of them, the deepest part of the deep cavern at the bottom of the Razorland Heights, and the sacred place where the Boar People civilization would not give up even in its final moments... This is where the demigod of the wilderness, the mighty boar demigod Agamagan, fell.

In the battle of the ancients 10,000 years ago, it was here that the wilderness demigods, who were covered with thorns and full of brute strength and fighting spirit, fought to the death against the demon army led by the powerful archdemon Maronus the Destroyer, and after killing countless demons, the mighty Agamagan finally died of exhaustion.

Legend has it that after its death, the blood of the boar demigod was sprinkled all over the earth, leaving the high ground without grass, and the thorny armor on its body eventually scattered, and then formed a black thorn vine that wrapped around the razor heights, which is the sacred place of the boar people... The lost of these civilizations have never given up on resurrecting their gods, but their waning power cannot sustain such a "great cause".

"After the first Boar Druid joined the Blightcasters, we learned from him about the Boar Man's use of evil spells to resurrect Aga Magan."

Moyana looked at the closed stone cave in front of her, and she whispered:

"We've stopped the Boar People's adventures, their methods are too primitive to awaken Agamagan's soul from the Emerald Dream, and they don't have enough life energy in their hands to reshape the demigods' bodies... Even if they lost everything, they still did not give up on the mission of saving their savior. ”

"It's a pity that only the Night Elves' Emerald Dream has both of these prerequisites, but even after 10,000 years, the Elves have never thought of resurrecting the demigods who died fighting for the world, but let their souls waste their time in the Emerald Dream Realm."

"That was a stupid mistake!"

Vandal has become one of the Blightcaller Great Druids. The deer helmet stepped forward, he looked at the stone cave in front of him that sealed the remains of Agamagan, and he said in a deep voice:

"And now, it's time to make up for that mistake... The Seed of Life has enough life energy to reshape the body of a demigod, and I will set up a circle here to awaken the soul of Agamagan... But ladies and gentlemen, I need your strength. ”

"Agamagan is just the beginning... Since the Council of Cenarion is unwilling to fulfill its mission, let's do it... Let the demigods return to this world, and let those venerable and great souls return to the sacred war that sustains the cycle of life and death in the world! ”

"After a thousand years, we won't lose the battle of quicksand again!"

"Because this time, the Wilderness Spirits will walk with the Blightcallers!"