In fact, from Ansu's heart, it resisted communicating with the wilderness demigods of Azeroth.

It knows very well that the purpose of its coming to Azeroth is very simple, it is to resurrect its beloved Rokmar, in fact, if there are no other bonds, after Rukma is resurrected, it is not a bad thing for the two demigods to live in Azeroth, but the problem is that Ansu has another identity.

It's Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn was planted in Kalimdor's "eye", and before leaving, Tyrion asked him to find a way to send one or two druids into Draenor.

Now that the Death Knight has fulfilled his promise and Ansu must fulfill his obligations as an ally, Ansu has been thinking about how it will handle its relationship with the druids, especially with the other Wilderness Demigods, if its connection to Tyrion is discovered one day.

It could have walked away with Rukma in style, returning to the world of Draenor to live its own two-person world, but in the world of Azeroth, it finally became a bond.

Hisali. The Crow, a young druid who had not been deeply involved in the world, had won the trust of Ansu with his honesty and loyalty, and for Ansu, Hisali was more like the most qualified family in his imagination than the crows who had fallen completely in the Outlands... But whether it is a man or a beast, as long as there is a bond, it is like falling into a spider's web, and it is difficult to get out.

With this ambivalent mood, Ansu quietly arrived at Vandal at dawn. In the den of the deer helmet, before this, Ansu had also visited several great druids, in fact, according to the teachings of the druids, it should be the druids who visited Ansu.

But on the one hand, Ansu from Draenor doesn't value these red tapes, and on the other hand, these great druids have their own demigods to serve, and it is also rude for the demigods to visit before they have accepted Ansu.

But today, since the Great Druid Deer Helmet took the initiative to invite Ansu, it means that the demigod served by the Great Druid also accepted Ansu, which is a gesture of goodwill, as a new demigod to join this group, it is a virtue to gladly go to the appointment, after all, in fact, all the Grand Druids of the Cenarion Council are older than Ansu...

Therefore, once you enter the Night Elf society, don't worry too much about age and generation, the unique way of getting along with the immortals will definitely drive people with obsessive-compulsive disorder crazy.

"Welcome, Your Excellency Ansu, the great demigod."

At the entrance of the beast's den, the Great Druid Deer Helmet was waiting in person, seeing Ansu flapping his wings and silently landing in front of the Beast's Den, the Great Druid humbly lowered his head and expressed his welcome very restrainedly.

The deerhelm's dressing habits are very in line with the "fundamentalism" of the druids, he is bare-chested, wearing only animal skin robes, wearing bracers inscribed with natural runes, has dark green hair and beard, looks very healthy, under the blessing of the world tree Nodashir, the night elves are immortal, just from the appearance, you can't tell at all, Vandal is more than 10,000 years old.

But a dark disgust flashed in Ansu's dark onyx-like eyes, and it hated the great druid in front of him, for no reason! Beneath the polite exterior of the deer helmet, Ansu could feel that there was a shadow in his heart... Terrible shadows.

However, after realizing that Deer Helm is a person with a secret, Ansu's eyes also lit up, and it was worried that it would not be able to fulfill Tyrion's request, and this guy with a shadow in his heart in front of him may be very suitable to be...

"Quack, I also appreciate your invitation, Deer Helmet, won't you invite me in and sit?"

Ansu narrowed his eyes and said gently:

"You look a little sad, Deer Helm, you have a heavy past in your heart, maybe you can tell me your story after we've talked about all that boring business."

Deer Helmet's expression stiffened, and an undisguised sadness flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head:

"That's all in the past, please come with me."

Vandall. Deerhelm, this is a well-known great druid, he is the first apprentice to learn druid spells with Malfurion, he is extremely talented, but his personality is very hot, he is a very difficult member of the original Cenarion Council, but it is a very important part, especially his mentor Malfurion. Fury fell into a deep sleep, and many of the important decisions of the Cenarion Council were made by Vandal and the other Grand Druids.

Regardless of his character, the decisions he made were to protect his own people, and because of his tough personality, he made Vandal . The Deer Helm has a high reputation among the druids.

However, Vandal has a shortcoming, he is too doting on his son Vastein, even after Vastein married his daughter Druid Moyana and gave birth to his granddaughter Istaria, Deer Helmet did not stop doting on his son, but to be honest, this is actually not a shortcoming, because Vastein's mother, Vandah's wife died after giving birth to her son, and Vastein is Vandah's only remaining relative.

It was only natural for a father to show all his affection for his son, and Vastein lived up to Vandal's expectations, and although he inherited his father's fiery personality, Vastein eventually became a formidable warrior and excellent commander, serving in the Southern Sentinel Force, commanded by the adopted daughter of the High Priest of Tyrande, the general of Hazuki, Santis.

1000 years ago, the Chira Bugmen in Silishus rushed out of the ground, and Cadore noticed this terrible threat, so Vandal took the Druids and commanded the sentinel troops to confront the fierce Zermen in the great desert of Silishus, and the troops he commanded were so brave that the terrifying Zermen were repeatedly repulsed, and those Zergmen were afraid of Vandal. The deer helmet, as he is called "Kasis", which means "hand of the earth", symbolizes the tenacity and strength of the deer helmet.

But it is precisely because of this that the deer helmet has become a hidden danger that must be removed in the eyes of the worms, and those cunning buggers finally set their sights on Vandal's biggest weakness, in a battle that is loud and clear, the brave Vastein was unfortunately captured, and then in front of the two armies, the insect general Rajax tore apart his son in front of the deer helmet, which made the deer helmet completely collapse.

Until now, 1,000 years later, the Great Druid is still living in the pain of losing his son... It was the nightmare of his life.

Of course Ansu knew the story, because no one in the whole of the Cadore druids did not know the story, and before it came, Hisali. The crow repeatedly told it not to be in Vandal. The Deerhelm mentioned anything related to Silisus in front of his eyes, it was taboo for him.

But after confirming that there was a shadow hidden in Vandal's heart, Ansu keenly seized the opportunity, and after the boring business, Ansu enjoyed a hearty meal and drank fruit wine, so when the deer helmet sent it away, Ansu was drunk, and said intentionally or unintentionally:

"Quack! Behold, how beautiful the majestic Mount Hyjal is, and often reminds me of my time at Mt. Tenten, in Draenor, and my clansmen, the poor Raven people, slain and torn to pieces by the undead... And then they were resurrected, and you never guessed how terrible it was, the deer helmets, the resurrected ravens were exactly like what they had before, and they still had their minds and even their souls intact. ”

Ansu's eyes have been paying attention to the deer helmet's expression, and sure enough, just after it finished saying that the necromancer was resurrected, a glimmer of light flashed in the deer helmet's eyes, Ansu croaked and flapped his wings, wanting to leave, but after taking a few steps, he was stopped by the deer helmet behind him.

"Wait a minute, Great Ansu."

"Quack? Is there anything else you can do? Deer helmets? ”

Ansu turned his head, his onyx-like black eyes were full of doubts, and his acting skills were simply full marks, while Deer Helmet asked as if he was chatting:

"Can you tell us about the Necro of Draenor? You know, as life-guarding druids, we hate the necromancy, and I want to be prepared so that we won't be overwhelmed if we face the same enemy in the future. ”

"Quack, you're thinking so far, okay, okay."

Ansu folded her wings, like a drunken bird, and began to talk about the Necrons of Draenor upside down.

"Quack, those necromancers come from all races, I didn't know what they were called before, but after coming to Azeroth, I knew that there were orcs, high elves, gnomes, well, and you night elves, I don't know how they joined the Knights of the Dark Blade, but they did die, and they were resurrected by the king of the dead, just like they were when they were alive, God, if you don't know their details, you will definitely be deceived!"

"Well, that's what I want to know."

Deerhelm narrowed his eyes, and the great druid, who was shirtless and dressed very similar to his mentor Malfurion, asked softly:

"Do those dead spirits, after being resurrected, really have their own souls? It's really unimaginable! ”

"Yes, yes, quack, deer helm, you know too little about those necromancy."

Ansu shook her head, as if trying to make herself more sober:

"I have personally dealt with the Death Lords under the command of the Necronomicon King, I can be sure that their souls are all free, not controlled by the Necromantic King, and they have completely retained all the knowledge and combat skills before their lives, they are difficult to deal with, just as cunning as a living person, of course, after death, the emotional control will be much weaker, but there are exceptions, such as the Draenei Death Knight who personally led the Necronomicon to destroy my family's home! That little hoof named Iriel! ”

Ansu scolded in disgust:

"She's almost like a living person, she's full of emotions, but she's all led to darkness... It's a shame that the girl could have been a big shot in the Draenei, but she was misguided. ”

"And what if there is no soul?"

Deerhelm's breathing became heavier: "What if the soul has been away from the body for too long? Can it still be resurrected? ”

"Uh, I don't know about that, quack."

Ansu flapped her wings and flew, and it swirled around the deer's helmet as if it were really drunk:

"But the last time I fought to the death with Tyrion, I heard him say that he finally came back to Azeroth, and then retrieved his lost piece of soul from the depths of hell... It seems that when he died in this world, a piece of his soul was left there, wait, Deer Helm, is there really a place called the Abyss of Hades in Azeroth? Is that hell what humans often call it? ”

"I don't know... Maybe there is. ”

The light in Deer Helmet's eyes became brighter and brighter, but finally, he took a deep breath, and when he turned his head, he changed to that polite appearance again, he waved his hand at Ansu and whispered:

"I made that fruit wine 5,000 years ago, you have drunk too much, you are already a little drunk, go back, great Ansu, don't worry your patriarch."

"Quack, you're really a good friend, Deer Helmet."

Ansu laughed and flew into an S shape in the air, flapping its wings and flying crookedly towards the top of Nodashir, behind him, Vandal. Deer Helmet stayed quietly in front of his den, as if he was thinking about something.

"Is Ansu's words worth trusting? Well... I have to be sure..."

The Great Druid clenched his fists and muttered to himself:

"I'm going to resurrect you anyway... Wastann, my dearest son... The world without you is not worth cherishing at all, no matter what..."

The deer helmet closed his eyes and issued a summoning in his heart:

"Moyana, Statine, whatever you're doing, put down what you're doing and come to me! I have an important task for you..." 2k reading web