A desolate beach northeast of the continent of Kalimdor, the ruined land known as "Aishara", which is said to have been the capital of the Elven Empire 10,000 years ago. Part of Azhara, but now, there are only the collapsed stone temples that have faded over time, and the ruins of sprawling buildings that vaguely offer a glimpse of the flourishing landscape of the place 10,000 years ago.

Occasionally, Naga and the Fishmen would enter the ruins in the darkness of night in an attempt to search for something, but they would soon be chased away by the mysterious Blue Dragons of the area.

It is said that a new Dalaran ** master lived in seclusion in the mountains of Aishara, and he and his apprentices tried to find some treasures and knowledge of the Elven Empire 10,000 years ago in this ruin.

And on the edge of the cliffs on the most inhospitable northern coast of Azhara, there was nothing here, in the midst of desolation, and on the edge of that cliff there was only an ordinary vine tree, but if you looked closely, it was easy to see that this ordinary-looking tree, with vines extending from its roots, descended along the towering cliff walls, and finally disappeared into the icy waters.

This tree... It's not ordinary at all.

"Ahh

In the sound of the waves of the sea lapping against the desolate shore of Aishara, a half-virtual and half-real figure appeared by the unremarkable tree, he was very embarrassed, this soul body seemed to have been severely damaged in the previous crazy battle, the body similar to the demon of Sartre was covered with weak wounds of the soul, and behind him, the nightmare limbs that originally had a trace of beauty were completely torn apart.

Now he is as embarrassed as a bald chicken who has lost a fight.

"Ah, damn it!"

Savis raised his arms a little weakly, he looked at the scars on his soul, and the hatred of Malfurion in his heart became deeper, but there was also a hint of jealousy in it.

Apparently, Malfurion, who has adapted to death, has become even more terrifying, especially after abandoning the meaningless idea of peace, the Great Druid has become the most feared beast of death... He could have used obscene stratagems to plot against Malfurion before, but now, in the face of Malfurion, who has lost his bottom line, even a villain like him feels a trace of fear that he has not seen for a long time.

The combat power of a good old man after being completely blackened... It's horrible.

But even if Malfurion destroyed Sarvis's body in the Emerald Nightmare, it didn't actually mean anything, long before the explosion of the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago, Sarvis's soul was sealed in this oak by Malfurion himself, and after falling into the deep sea and meeting Enzos, the ancient god transformed Savis into the Nightmare King.

The power of the Elder God gave Savis the ability to reshape his body in his dreams, but the problem was that his soul was still in that oak tree, and as he himself said, the Nightmare King of the Emerald Dream was only a shadow of Savis at best, and although it was painful to tear it apart, and it would make him extremely weak, he would not die because of it.

And the body of the oak tree is still in the "holy city" of Enzos at this time, under the darkest deep sea of Azeroth, in the sleeping city of Naniorosa, this tree on the coast of Aishara is only connected to the body of Savis through roots, and it was once used as a means to punish this villain, but it has become a bargaining chip that Savis used to avoid death ten thousand years later.

I have to say that the world is really tricky.

"But it's nothing... Enjoy your victory, it won't be long. ”

Savis moved his soul body, and he glanced back in the direction of Mount Hyjal, the towering World Tree was long gone, and this scene made Savis a little resentful.

"Damn the Darkblade! It's like a disgusting-stirring stick, there's you everywhere! ”

The indignant Nightmare King scolded the endless sea in front of him, venting his extreme unhappiness in his heart, but he was also a wise fellow, and he even, at this moment, when he was weak, at least he should not wander around in this world, once the druids found this tree hidden on the shores of Aishara, then he would lose the best way to invade the Kalimdor civilization.

It's worth the cost...

But the problem is that Savis wants to return to the deep sea city of Niolorosa through this tree connected to his body, but unfortunately, not everyone is willing to let him go back so easily.

"And voila! Loser! ”

An eerie woman's voice suddenly sounded behind Savis's soul body, turning the Nightmare King back as he prepared to enter the trees, but instead of a woman, he saw a human wearing a long black cloak, covering his face in the darkness, and wearing the white linen robes that monks often wore.

Judging from the Holy Light insignia hanging on his chest, this should be a human priest of the Holy Light Church, but the problem is that Savis can feel that there seems to be something dark hidden in the body of this human priest... Something similar to the power of the Old Gods he had come into contact with.

"What did you say?"

Savis snorted at the hooded Chaldeans. Morgan shouted:

"Who are you scolding for being a lost dog? Having seen the great Nightmare King, why don't you bow down to me? You stupid mortal! I'm going to punish you! ”

The Nightmare King wasn't just trying to scare the Chaldeans, he wanted to force the Chaldeans to show his cards so that he could tell which of the Elder God's servants the strange human in front of him was... If it's Enzos's minion, it means that he may have found another "pawn" to use.

If it's Yug. Saron's servant, then there is no point in him living!

A cold light flashed in Savis's eyes, however, in the face of the Nightmare King's threat, the seemingly weak human priest only shook his head, and whispered as if to himself:

"Look at the look in his eyes, he's still thinking about how to use me, maybe he's trying to kill me... You've always told me that Enzos's cage isn't as strong as it used to be, and you've praised Enzos for the dark weirdness he plotted in the dark, but now, you see, what do I see? ”

Chaldea whispered, he raised his head, and looked at the weak Nightmare King in front of him with a look mixed with curiosity, and he shook his head with some contempt:

"All I see is a tiny derivative at the feet of a beast that can devour the world, sincerely trying to bow down and flee out of fear, this is the general of Enzos? It's disappointing..."

This contemptuous language made the Nightmare King bare his teeth, but the next moment, the voice of the woman who had spoken just now sounded again, as if to answer the Chaldean question invisibly:

"Of course! Of course, he is much worse than you, Savis is a god worshipped by the Sartres, he has his own dark wisdom, he betrayed the demon at the right time, it was a perfect choice, unfortunately, he took refuge in a less reliable master... It's time for him to get lost. ”

This time, Savis sensed the origin of the voice, and his gaze fell on the purple ceremonial dagger at Chalde's waist, and he could see at a glance the true face of the dagger that concealed his true face.

"Ahh It's Saratas! ”

The Nightmare King let out a scream, and he turned and ran, but the next moment, as Chaldea raised his hand, several tentacles of pure shadows easily trapped Savis less than a meter away from the tree in a wrapping gesture.

The Nightmare King is too weak, and at this unfortunate moment, he meets the Patriarch of the Fifth Old God... A truly powerful man hidden in the realm of mankind.

It has been more than ten years since the Chaldeans held Salatas, and he has not yet been given up by this bad dark blade, which has already shown that his potential, and his strength, may not be as terrifying as the Great Lord, but the dark power in the Chaldean body is enough to easily destroy a civilization.

If he didn't, it meant that he and his master were planning an even more terrifying conspiracy.

"But that's it..."

The archbishop shook his head, drawing the blade of the Dark Empire from his waist, and he strolled over to the terrified Savis and the tree connected to Savis's body, he held the knife, looked back and forth between the two, and then he asked:

"So, who am I supposed to stab? This soul, or this tree? ”

After speaking, and without waiting for Saratas to speak, the Chaldeans happily made a decision:

"Ah, I'm so stupid, thinking about what to do so much, why don't you just stab one person at a time..."

As soon as the words fell, the dark dagger that shone with the purest power of the Old God sank into the Nightmare King's soul body, and the shrill laughter from the Fifth Old God made the invincible Nightmare King tremble, unable to let out a single cry for mercy.

He's just a dogleg of Enzos, and Saratas, that's a dark being on the same level as Enzos... Far from what he could resist.

And in the indifferent gaze of the Chaldeans, who was armed with a dagger, Savis realized... Today, if he still wants to continue to live, maybe, he may have a new owner again...

Now, poor Savis is really going to become a slave with three surnames.

But, no one will pity him, will they?

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In the wilderness of the Dead Realm, tens of thousands of undead are under the will of the Great Lord, building a large stone garden, the scene of the ten thousand people working is very lively, the undead who have regained their sanity and freedom here talk to each other, chat, laugh, as if they were still alive, but such noise did not affect the progress of construction.

After one day, the garden was almost ready to show its roots.

This was not a decision made on the whim of the High Lord, but to welcome a "new guest" from this world.

"Savis dead?"

The High Lord Tyrion was pruning the branches of the strange one-man tall tree in front of him, with a strange appearance, its trunk and new branches were wrapped in a pale halo, and from a distance, it looked like a glowing tree.

And in the clearing behind the newborn trees, the original branches of the withered World Tree Nodashir are being cut by several undead craftsmen with tools, although those trunks have lost a huge amount of life energy, it comes from the World Tree after all, and those woods will also have a lot of magical effects, and they will be pruned into a material similar to the original embryo of the staff, as a reward for the meritorious people of the Dark Blade Legion in the future.

With the size of the World Tree, these materials are estimated to be enough to last for many years...

Faced with the high lord's casual question, standing behind him, silent as a sculpture of the death of the Grand Druid Malfalio. Fury nodded silently, and he said in a low, hoarse voice:

"I tore open his body and watched as the vines dismantled the last of his flesh and bones, but the Nightmare King didn't die so easily, and his soul may have returned to the Lightless Sea."

"That's nothing... It's just a clown who jumps off the beam, and the most important thing is whether you have exhausted the evil breath in your heart. ”

Tyrion carefully cut off a deformed branch, and the action made the tree rooted in the earth of the dead in front of him tremble, as if it felt pain.

This action made the Great Lord smile, and he reached out and patted the strange tree, and he whispered:

"Behold, Malfurion, the Tree of Reincarnation is growing healthily, and it looks like it has adapted to the climate of the Dead Realm, which is good... Speaking of which, this tree, which means a lot to us, also needs a dedicated "gardener". ”

Tyrion turned his head and looked at Malfurion, who had been silent for a long time:

"I know, you're resisting us, it's nothing, I'm a generous person, and I allow dissidents to exist, so I won't force you to serve the Darkblade, but... The precious knowledge you have cannot be wasted, so it's up to you to take care of the tree, okay? ”

The Great Druid didn't answer, as Tyrion said, he was still struggling with the resurrection of the dead, especially the life and nature he had believed in before, the imprint of the soul that did not dissipate so easily.

Seeing the great druid's hesitation, Tyrion put down the scissors and said:

"After the Tree of Reincarnation grows, it will be responsible for bringing souls from the outside world, and then sending those innocents back to the present world to start their new lives and lives, and Nodashir itself has the mission of reproducing the Night Elves, so I believe that the Tree of Reincarnation will fulfill its mission, oh, yes... Did I tell you that I left a Death Marker on Mount Hyjal? ”

The High Lord casually said to Malfurion:

"From today onwards, all the souls of the Cadore who died in the Hyjal Mountains will enter the Death Realm through that mark, and then be sent back to the bodies of those pregnant Lady Cadore by the Tree of Reincarnation, the Night Elves will completely get rid of the shackles of the elves, and the forest elves will continue the civilization of Cadore through natural reproduction like humans and the High Elves."

"If the state of the Tree of Reincarnation is excellent, maybe the hundreds of thousands of elves who exist here with me, and those elven souls who died on the battlefield, will be able to return to the Cadore civilization as babies as soon as possible... You see, this is a very serious, very important mission..."

"Say no more!"

Malfurion whispered to stop Tyrion from continuing to speak, he already understood what Tyrion was hiding, he stretched out his hand, caressing the tree of reincarnation that had just been reborn from the decaying body, and a glimmer of light flashed in the black eyes of the great druid:

"I will be the gardener of the tree of reincarnation... I'll take care of it and do my best..."

"But it's not for you and your dark blade... At least for now, I won't be there for you! ”

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