Vandal carrying a bag of things. Deerhelm walked through the passages of the Dark Temple, and as a veteran druid of 10,000 years, even after joining the Blightcaller Sect, the habits he had developed were still influencing him.

Compared to the busy Patriarch, Deer Helmet's daughter-in-law, Moyana, Deer Helmet's daily life is very simple, he will either teach the Druids the ways of nature in the Blightcaller's base camp in the Drusva Mountains, or he will communicate spiritually with the Seed of Life worshipped by the Blighter in the Emerald Sanctuary, or stay in his lair and delve into the new powers granted to him by the Seed of Life.

In short, Deerhelm is not willing to waste too much time on other matters, probably because of the break with the Cenarion Council, which makes Deerhelm seem to have no interest in the management of the Blightstealer Sect on weekdays, and among the current 6 Great Druids of the Blightcaller, Deerhelm is the freest one.

But that doesn't mean he's unknown...

Deerhelm's deep understanding of the ways of nature, coupled with his concern for his apprentices, and the fact that the Battle of Quicksand defeated the Worms as commander, all of this has given Deerhelm a high reputation, just like in the former Cenarion Council, and among the more active and younger Withering Sect, Deerhelm has its own followers, which are numerous.

As a qualified old druid, Deerhelm doesn't like dealing with the Darkblade Legion, which represents death, and although the balance between life and death is almost central to the Blightcaller's teachings, Deerhelm doesn't have much ill will towards the Darkblade Legion when it comes to keeping his promise and bringing his beloved son back from the abyss.

This time, the deer helmet's rare initiative to pay a visit surprised the Blood Master Mother who stayed in the Dark Temple... After finding out the deerhelm's intentions, Aurelia cooperated with the Blood Handmaidens to lure the deerhelm to where he wanted to go.

"Stop!"

A crisp girl's voice sounded in the darkness in front of the deer helmet, and the Great Druid stood in place, and the next moment, in the darkness in front of him, a golden flash lit up, and the strange Holy Light Ghost Yuna probed her brain to observe the slightly strange Great Druid in front of her from the dark curtain.

"Yo, it's Mr. Deer Helmet!"

Yuna waved her hand at the deer helmet very familiarly, she grabbed a piece of gummies in her hand, and slowly walked out of the darkness, this little ghost who has lived for more than 20,000 years has a very awesome ability, she can become friends with a stranger in the shortest possible time...

Everyone liked her, and Yuna's occasional mess was measured, and she basically never caused trouble for Tyrion.

Of course, it's not that no one has a bad eye on this seemingly powerless little ghost, but those who dare to do it, their bones must have rotted in the land of the Dead Realm.

As part of Tyrion's "crown" of the Dead Realm, Yuna herself can also mobilize some of the power of the Dead Realm, which may not be a threat to the top bosses, but it is a very useful means to deal with some miscellaneous pieces.

"Little Yuna, open the door for me, I'm going to meet Lady Ysera. ”

Deerhelm kindly handed Yuna a small bag of grass-scented gummies, and then said to the little ghost:

"I'm going to talk to her about something."

Yuna grinned and took the gummy from Deer Helmet's hand, but she shook her head:

"No~ Mr. Deer Helmet, Tyrion said that no one can meet that green-haired big sister unless that big sister is willing to be our "friend". ”

"And what if I say I can convince her to be our friend?"

Deer Helmet smiled at Yuna and raised the pocket in his hand:

"I have the confidence to persuade her."

The little ghost tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, then shook his head quickly:

"No, no, no, Tyrion specifically told me that I can't disobey his orders... But..."

As she spoke, the eyes of the little ghost, which had been forever a Draenei child, turned nimbly in her star-like eyes, and she looked left and right, and then stealthily lowered her voice, and said to the deerhelm:

"If you let little Istaria come and play with me, I'll let you go quietly."

This request made Deer Helmet cry and laugh a little, Istaria is his precious granddaughter, the only daughter of Moyana and Vastein, in terms of the state of the night elves, Istaria is the same as Yuna, she is an underage child, she and Yuna are indeed good friends, but the problem is that Istaria is now studying Druid knowledge in Druswa and has not been to the Dark Temple for months.

"Dornan, they're all doing their own thing in Draenor, I'm bored here alone."

Yuna glanced at the deer's expression, she tilted her head, her eyes widened, and said pitifully:

"Tyrion asked me to guard the green-haired big sister and the big octopus of the dead again, and I can't leave here..."

"Okay, okay."

Deer Helmet shook his head and reached out to pat Yuna's head:

"I'll have someone send Istaria here, but only for a week! She's going back to study. ”

"Learning? Learning is the most boring thing! ”

Yuna turned around happily, took out the small wand on her belt, and shook her head as she opened the door to the dead world for the deer helmet:

"I hate studying the most! It was annoying when I was in Argus! It's even more annoying now! ”

"Wow"

Under Yuna's command, the dark blue rift of the dead realm opened at the end of the deepest passage of the Dark Temple, and the cold spirit wind blew out of the rift, blowing the long green hair of the deer helmet in all directions, and Yuna shouted behind him:

"Hey, Mr. Deerhelm, don't leave the castle! The realm of the dead does not welcome the living... You can only move around in the castle! Call me in danger and I'll send you out! ”

"I know."

Deerhelm waved at the little ghost, and stepped into the dark blue rift, and the next moment, the crack disappeared in the darkness, Yuna nibbled on the gummies, hummed a weird song, and walked into the dark curtain, she was going to clean up her room and scattered toys, and then greet her best friends from afar.

On the other side, the deer helmet who stepped into the realm of death moved his shoulders a little uncomfortably, as one of the great druids of Azeroth, the deer helmet is very skilled in life and the way of nature, and his talent makes Malfurion also sigh, but because of this, after entering the realm of death full of the negative energy of death, the world's rejection of life walkers like him is even stronger.

However, the castle built by Tyrion here is an exception, as the lord of the Dead Realm, Tyrion set up the castle of the wilderness as a "neutral zone", in this castle, the living can barely move freely, but stay too long, they will still be "assimilated" by the forces of the Dead Realm, it is a very painful and terrible process, and no one likes that experience.

But the Green Dragon Queen, the not-so-"well-behaved" awakened lady Ysera, is currently being held here by little Yuna.

"Bang Bang"

The deerhelm knocked lightly on the door of the hall, and the sound woke up Ysera, who was struggling to warm herself by the fireplace, and the pale awakened turned around to see the old acquaintance of the deerhelm stepping into the hall, and Ysera saw the emblem of the withered on the chest of the deerhelm's wooden armor, which made the green dragon queen's face not look good.

Of course, another big reason for Ysera's ugly face is because she is not feeling well.

Ysera, the dragon king who represents pure dreams and life, is more than ten times more powerful than a mortal like Deer Helmet in the realm of death, and even in the castle of this "neutral zone", Isera can clearly feel the disgust and undisguised hostility of this strange land towards her.

The spiritual power from the Dead Realm enveloped her body, like the most terrible cold wind in the cold winter moon, every moment was seeping the extreme cold into her bone marrow, as if even the blood in her body was about to be frozen, this was just the appearance, just like any living thing thrown into the Dead Realm, the rules of this world "emptied" all the power of Ysera, whether it was in the form of a dragon or magic, could not be used.

As another world with completely different rules from the world of Azeroth, Ysera's genuine dream authority is even more useless in the Dead Realm, she can't open the door to the Emerald Dream Realm here, and what's more, every time she tries to urge the Dream Realm, it will attract the madness of the Dead Realm.

It's like every inch of my soul is being pricked with pins and needles... It's the worst torture in the world.

It's only now that Ysera understands that Tyrion dares to be hostile to the whole world... As long as this strange realm of death exists, the Darkblade Legion is completely invincible in Azeroth! Even if 10,000 steps back, all the lives of Azeroth united and barely defeated the Darkblade Legion, they only need to retreat into the Dead Realm, and Azeroth will still have no peace at all.

The Awakened was born to be one of the most powerful beings in Azeroth, but in her long life, she had never been weaker than she was now, and the threat of Tyrion was still fresh in her mind, and the Green Dragon Queen knew very well that at this moment, she simply had no ability to fight back against the High Lord!

"You're in such a bad situation."

The Deerhelm sat across from Isera, who was shivering in a chair wrapped in the quilt, and he looked at the Green Dragon Queen, who was constantly burning in front of her, but still looked cold, and he saw the cold ice on Ysera's eyelashes, and the frost and snow marks on her cheeks, which proved that Ysera's situation was terrible at this time.

"The Dead have begun to assimilate your body, the Awakened... You can't stay any longer in this place of shadows! ”

"So, Deer Helm!"

There was a terrible chill in Ysera's voice, she raised her head stiffly, her green eyes were still full of stubbornness and unyielding, she looked at the deer helmet in front of her, and she said in a deep voice:

"Are you here to persuade me to surrender? Do you want me, who represents dreams, to surrender to a tyrant of death? Vandall. Deer Helmet! When did an old druid like you also become a dogleg of death? ”

"Nope! I'm not here for this. ”

Deerhelm reached for his pocket, and he whispered:

"In the teachings of the Blightcasters, death and life are the two ends of the scales, and only when the scales are balanced can world civilization continue to move forward... Of course, I'm not here to discuss doctrinal disputes with you, to be precise, I'm here to show you something..."

As she spoke, Deerhelm handed the vine in her pocket to Ysera, whose eyes immediately became frozen, and she reached out to grasp the nightmarish vine, but her fingers were already starting to disobey her because of the stiffness of the cold muscles.

"It's... What the? ”

Ysera awkwardly withdrew her frozen fingers, she wrapped the quilt around her again tightly, and then asked tremblingly:

"Where did you get it?"

"Hinterland!"

Deerhelm closed his eyes and uttered something that shocked Ysera:

"It's a pity, but the Awakened, the Nightmare has begun to invade the present world through the passage between the Emerald Dream and the present world... At least as far as we can see, they are spreading their power into the present world through the Twilight Forest and the Nightmare Gate of Hinterland. ”

"That is to say... The war in the inner part of the Emerald Dream, the Dream Dragon Legion, is likely to have been... Lost! ”

"It can't be!"

Ysera gritted her teeth and said:

"I can feel that the Dream Tower has not yet fallen, and a part of the Jade Dream is still in the hands of the Green Dragon Legion..."

"But so what?"

Deer Helmet asked rhetorically:

"You're trapped in the Death Realm, Tyrion doesn't nod your head, you don't want to leave in this life, look at your current state, Awakened, if you go on like this, maybe in a few days, the life force in your body will begin to reverse into death energy, once this flip is completed... You'll go from a dream dragon to a death dragon..."

"I know you're not afraid of death and transformation, but even if you're unwilling to submit to Tyrion's will, things you don't want to see will happen, and the Emerald Dream may not have fallen completely, but I'm sure it won't be too long before it falls, and you won't be able to help you at all, I mean... Which is more important, your dignity as a dragon king, or the survival of the entire Emerald Dream Realm or even the present world? ”

"Bang"

Ysera stood up abruptly, and she stared at the deerhelm:

"You're questioning me? Deer helmet... What right do you traitor have to question me! Do you know what Tyrion is asking for? He made me abandon the Cadore civilization, he made me disconnect from the Cenarion Council, and then handed over the work of maintaining the Emerald Dream to the Blightring, and he was also using evil methods to make death demigods! He's a megalomaniacal, and the next target for him and the war machine he's already activated is your race! You... Deer Helm, you are an accomplice! ”

"Don't pretend to be a good person, Deer Helmet!"

The eyes of the Awakened sparkle with rage:

"You and Tyrion are just a raccoon dog!"

"Is that so?"

Deer Helm was not angry, he savored the truth that Ysera told him, and after ten seconds, Deer Helmet shook his head, and he looked at Isera calmly:

"Now, on behalf of the Blightcasters, I ask you that the Awakened, the Queen of Dreams, and the Blightcasters are willing to participate in the maintenance of the Emerald Dream, and we will not force you to choose us, and at the same time abandon the Cenarion Council, we are willing to live peacefully with the Cenarion Council and jointly maintain the peace of the Emerald Dream... As for the war in Kadore, I'm sorry, I can't get involved in this. ”

The Great Druid stood up and said to Ysera:

"But I think you should also understand the meaning behind this impending war... After all, the moon god no longer favors Cadore, and based on the situation we are facing now, the question of the so-called death demigods is not so important, after all, it is the demigods' own choice... Those venerable souls have never been anyone's vassals. ”

"You're upset about them, the question is, have you asked them for their opinions?"

Ysera didn't answer, she just looked at the deerhelm, as if to discern what the deerhelm really thought, the latter calmly looked at Ysera, and after a few seconds, the deerhelm said in a deep voice:

"In the end, even neutrality is much better than watching your home be destroyed... If it were my home, I would give everything, even my life, to protect it, let alone dignity..."

"It's up to you to decide, Awakened, the survival of the Emerald Dream is now in your mind."