"There are always young druids who ask a quirky question."

The Great Druid, sitting on his stone chair, in his bright den, said to his daughter-in-law:

"They will say, why can Cadore feel the greatness of nature, and give birth to such a sacred profession as druids, so why can't other races feel the greatness of nature? For example, the humans who thrive on another continent... But did humans really not give birth to druids? ”

Deer Helmet shook his head:

"Humanity has had druids, and they have grown for a time, but their relationship with the Cenarion Council is complicated, and many times, they don't recognize themselves as members of the Cenarion Council, but that's natural, because we didn't lend a hand when they were on the verge of destruction."

"Why didn't I know?"

Moyana asked:

"When was that?"

"Listen to me slowly, Moyana, you're on a dangerous path that has been proven wrong."

The Grand Druid poured himself a glass of cider, he took a sip, and then fell into the memory:

"The druid heritage of the Night Elves originated from Cenarius, the king of the forest, you know his story very well, one of the demigods of the wilderness, the demigod who is most willing to deal with living creatures, but the civilization inspired by the great Cenarius is not only the Night Elves, in a long journey thousands of years ago, on an island in the eastern continent, he also inspired some special humans... They seem to be in a kind of biological degradation, they are very confused, and even war breaks out because of it. ”

"The King of the Forest could not bear to see life pass away, so he passed on the natural magic of the Druids to them, and then continued his journey, and those humans did not fail the King of the Forest, probably because unlike our environment, those human druids had different customs from us, they called themselves Druster, decorated themselves with trees and dry bones, and once worked to maintain the balance of the island where they lived... The balance of life and death. ”

Deer Helmet glanced at his daughter-in-law, and he accentuated his tone:

"But those Dreusts eventually went down the wrong path, they were able to enter the sacred emerald dream, and even at the edge of the sacred world, they built a resting place for those departed souls in their imagination, but it was because of the addiction to the study of souls, coupled with the traction of some dark forces that we cannot understand, in short, the leader of Dreust, the great druid Golek of the extraordinary human race. Tours, who ended up using the forces of nature to slaughter his countrymen. ”

"He longs for more souls to uncover the secrets he wants he can't understand, the war, the war between humans and human druids finally broke out on that island, and there was a split within Dreust, some human druids who called themselves Thornwhisperers were eager to return to their belief in nature, coupled with the fact that humans had developed a way to deal with the dark forces of Dreust, and those human druids who had gone the wrong way eventually failed and disappeared."

The Great Druid drank the fruit wine in his hand in one gulp, and he looked at his daughter-in-law worriedly:

"Moyana, I don't know where you found these strange plants with their strange vitality, but listen to me, I don't forbid you to continue studying these creatures, but the doctrine of the balance between life and death must not be repeated, or you will be regarded as a source of unrest by the other Great Druids who know about the Drum disaster... History has proven that this doctrine you adhere to will not work! Any realm involving the soul is not something that mortals like us should meddle in. ”

"That's because those human druids are just imagining!"

Moyana waved the seed tentacles in her hand, and she retorted:

"But I'm different! I heard its will, I saw it with my own eyes, Father, listen to me, it was what I saw with my own eyes, the other side of nature and life! That's the power of anger, that's..."

"Enough!"

Deer Helmet brutally interrupted Mo Yana's explanation, he looked at his relatives seriously, and he said in a deep voice:

"You have indulged in deviant doctrine too deeply, and it would be a mistake to send you out this time! Necrons are not to be trusted, they tamper with your mind, they..."

"That's not right! Father, calm down. ”

After hearing Deer Helmet's accusation, Moyana seemed to be truly calm, she put up the seed tentacles in her hand, took a deep breath, and said to Deer Helmet:

"Father, doctrinal disputes aside, this time I went to Draenor, I saw, I saw the future we had been longing for, I saw the perfect resurrected undead, except for the difference between life and death, she was almost exactly like a living person, with a complete soul, a complete emotion, a complete memory, a complete freedom... The Necrons really have a way to help Wastan, if only we could get his soul back! I saw it with my own eyes, Father! You know how much I love Wastein as much as you love him. ”

"Huh?"

A gleam erupted in the deer helmet's eyes, and he couldn't help but clench his fists and asked again:

"Really? Moyana, did you really see it with your own eyes? ”

"Whiteclaw!"

Moyana said confidently:

"Whitepaw and his wife Annaya, who has been dead for 10,000 years, will soon be back on the Black Coast, you can confirm for yourself."

"Good!"

The deerhelm excitedly circled around the beast's den, and after a moment he turned his head to look south, and he whispered:

"So it seems... I'm going to find an opportunity to go to Silysus again, and this time, I'll definitely bring my son back! ”

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"Nature is crying..."

In the jungle in the southern part of the Valley of Thorns, the harvest wizard Oort touched the stump under his feet with an ugly face, and in front of his eyes, the felled trees were almost connected, which made this originally lush forest, like a bald man's hair, ruthlessly swept off, looking very ugly.

Ault looked at the stakes, and in his ears he could hear the screams of the trees as they were cut down, the sound of the axe of steel as it slashed into the trees, and the helpless sobs of nature as it was destroyed.

Beneath the hillside in front of him, a new troll village was slowly forming, and the blood-ring orcs who had been hiding in the Valley of Thorns and the trolls fighting for control of the land of Thorn Valley had migrated to Kalimdor, and the void they left behind was quickly filled by the trolls and the goblins who had been trying to occupy the entire Thorn Valley.

Battles break out between the two sides from time to time, so whether it's trolls or goblins from venture capital firms, they are frantically preparing for war, and wood... Wood is a very important strategic commodity, and whether it is a troll with a sharp axe and a saw, or a goblin with a lumberjack, they have been cutting down all the trees that can be used in a frenzy lately.

In fact, when it comes to logging, the trolls who live here in the tribal system are barely "restrained", they know that if the trees are cut down, it will be difficult for the trolls to hide themselves with the help of the jungle, but the goblins of those venture capital companies are completely indifferent, more than a year ago, a catastrophe broke out in Treasure Bay, in which the venture capital company was squeezed out of the bay, and these goblins with only money in their eyes dreamed of returning to the Valley of Thorns.

Because there is a lot of crude oil buried here, and now, after the orcs have withdrawn, the goblins of the long-awaited venture capital company have seized the opportunity to establish their own mining sites and lumber yards in the southern part of the Thorn Valley, making almost a little money every day.

And because the drilling rigs and crude oil extraction equipment work day and night, the noisy sound and black smoke also rise into the air, turning the valley of thorns, which once had a wild beauty, into a ghost.

Unbeknownst to each other, a third party with a brutal, powerful and unique faith has quietly joined the chaos of the Valley of Thorns.

"The air was filled with a disgusting stench! It is disgusting that an outrageous, greedy life puts its own selfish interests above the balance of nature! It's ugly! ”

The flames in Alter's eyes burned more and more violently, he raised the staff of thorns in his hand, and the forest elf druids who followed him slowly walked out of the dense forest, their eyes also burning with angry flames, it was clear that the trolls and goblins had provoked these most primitive and stubborn nature walkers.

"I don't feel calm in this forest! Brothers, I don't feel the beauty of nature! ”

The Harvest Wizard roared and tore off his gray cloak, and at the sound of his roar, the forest elves placed their "holy relics" on the felled stakes at their feet, and behind them, the entire lush forest swayed wildly.

"Goblins and trolls will pay the price for their vandalism! They will shed their blood, they will atone for their sins! Start now! ”

The leader of the withering let out a roar of war, and the forest spirits behind him were even more crazy, they came to a new world, and this new world contained more than ten times more powerful life energy than Draenor, which made the forest spirits very excited at first, but now, these simple plant life has also seen with their own eyes, this world is not peaceful, the creatures in this world are the same as the demon blood orcs in the past, do not know how to fear nature.

Once, in the face of the savage orcs, their war to protect their forests was lost, but now, with new powers, the forest elves will not suffer a humiliating defeat again!

"Summon the Thorn Beast and the Man-Eating Flower!"

The aura of the Harvest Wizard shrouded in an even greater transfiguration spell, and after he completed the transformation of the leopard form, it was not only the vivid black nightblade leopard that appeared in front of everyone's eyes, but also the fierce beast, which was draped in heavy wooden armor and carved with a coat of arms representing the power of nature.

It was a force endowed by a thicker, more savage nature, and on top of his claws, a wooden claw sleeve as sharp and strong as steel, and on the face of the cheetah, a hideous bone mask, under which shone blood-red eyes, making the beast look as if it had come out of hell.

"We are the embodiment of wild nature!"

"The time when destruction will have no price is over, and the anger and unwillingness of the painful and sorrowful will be carried out by our own hands! Double the repayment! ”

"Buzz"

The white-boned cheetah in battle armor jumped forward, like a ghost, and disappeared into the shadows under the sun, and his voice rang in the ears of those forest spirits:

"Destroy the trolls' villages, burn down the goblins' factories, and drive them away! Whip them! Kill them at the end! For the destruction of nature... Revenge! ”

"Revenge!"

The forest elves had not yet learned the complex lingua franca of Azeroth, but the word vengeance shouted by the Harvest Wizard was taken to heart, and soon the first batch of armed forest elf druids transformed into plant beasts stormed the front troll village, and it took them only 10 minutes to completely destroy the village.

Like a dark green current that drowned everything, everywhere they went, the bodies of the slaughtered trolls were pierced by the savagely vines, and the blood was drained away, turning the color of the land an ominous dark red.

And the goblins suffered even worse, before the venture capital company could react, the three savage thorn beasts brandished huge wooden weapons, like siege chariots, rushed into the goblins' crude oil factory, the venture capital company villains were beaten at first, but after reacting, they were unwilling to surrender, they ignited the precious oil, and used the fire to form a barrier.

In the burning of the oil, an even uglier black smoke rose in the forest, which angered the forest elves even more, and in extreme rage, these forest spirits used the roots given by Draenor to activate all the forests around the factory, and looked at the black giant trees that grew legs and walked on the ground, roaring, and the last resistance of the goblins was crushed.

"Surrender! We surrender! Don't kill us! ”

The foreman of the venture capital company, wearing a gas mask, waved the white flag in the smoke with difficulty, and he walked out of the encirclement of the living trees with a dozen dejected goblins, and threw his weapon at the feet of the forest spirits, this action seemed to be understood by the forest spirits, and for a while, the trees and the thorn beasts ignited by the explosion stopped attacking.

The goblin foreman took off his gas mask, and looked at the tall, dark green robe elder Lin Jing in front of him with a hint of flattery, the latter looked at him indifferently with the eyes of plant evolution, and at the moment when the goblin foreman took a step forward, the sharp wooden spear in the hand of the forest elf elder stabbed out fiercely, piercing the heart of the goblin in front of him, and then brutally lifted his body high.

It was like waving a banner of flesh and blood, and in the spilling of goblin blood and the howl of dying, Elder Lin Jing's muffled shout sounded in a fire, and he could vaguely hear it as a word with terrible hatred and killing intent:

"Revenge!"