Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Deer helmet went to Drustvar?"

In the underground chamber of the Stormwind City Conference Hall, the heavily-armed Tyrion, while sorting out the various potions he carried with him, asked without looking back. Facing him with this question, Wagri stood behind him. Agatha nodded:

"Accurately, it was through the Emerald Dream that entered the Drustvar in the form of a dream. The Druids of the Blight shared with us some of the nodes of the Emerald Dream so that we can monitor the emerald dream hidden in them. The activities of the world rift here, and according to the comparison of the pictures you gave me, I can be sure that the strange entrant a few hours ago should be Fandral Deer Helmet."

"well!"

Tyrion nodded. He took a red wand from the wooden box in front of him, decorated with golden stars and carved it, and placed it in front of his eyes to examine it repeatedly.

This was sent by the blood lord of Sindra earlier today. It was an agreement between Modant. Yongying and Tyrion. This thing is said to be one of Queen Azshara’s treasures. Years ago, it was made by the most memorable upper elf arcane artisan craftsman. The upper elves added some special materials to ensure that this wand can achieve energy conversion.

The Lord Lord holds the wand, like the mage apprentices of Quel'Thalas in his memory, flicks the red wand outward, and at the moment of the death energy infiltrating into it, a blue starlight magical force flew from the top of the wand. Then he knocked the flower basket he was holding in the hands of the sculpture in front of him.

"This precision..."

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

The Lord Lord shook his head while inserting his wand on his belt. He certainly did not need this thing. This thing was prepared for the little ghost Yuna. Although this may not be the star wand that Yuna lost in Argus, but Anyway...With the efforts of the upper elf craftsmen, it can indeed emit stars with arcane properties, right?

After time reached a certain hour, a dark crack that suddenly cracked in space appeared in front of the Lord. This thing was like a real **** channel, with a strange blue halo shining in the crack. , Like a burning blue flame, but without a little temperature, the wind from another world flows along the channel, and a strange and deep sound is heard in the entire chamber that it is blowing, that is the wind of the dead world ...

On the other side of the passage, crisp laughter came from time to time, but in this case, it seemed more and more infiltrating, and the crisp laughter continued to sound, just like calling Tirion to another world.

Yuna, the little ghost, is already waiting for him on the other side of the tunnel. After getting Teddy Bear Nur, Yuna can temporarily open the channel to the present world anywhere in the world of the dead, and the two men have an appointment. They We will continue to explore from the last recorded geographic node to the depths until we find a place suitable for establishing a forward base on the wasteland of the Dead Realm.

Just before entering the world of death for the 49th time, Tyrion turned back and said to Wagri:

"Continue to monitor the emerald dream of Drustvar, focusing on the deer helmet and Mojana, but don’t go too deep into the system of the wither, let it remain neutral...I need this organization to stay neutral and understand ?"

"To understanding!"

Agatha gestured an "OK" gesture, which was learned from Tyrion, and before Lord Lord stepped into the passage, Agatha asked again:

"Qiraji...The monsters are ready to start the human empire. According to the information we have learned, this should be related to the fifth ancient god. Should we intervene?"

"I have already intervened, Agatha."

Tyrion stepped into the rift of the realm of death without looking back. His last sentence came to Agatha's ear with the closing of the rift:

"It's just that you don't know... let the human kids suffer. I heard that after the joint effort to "repel" me once, they seem to have been arrogant recently..."

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Razor Heights, a valley located at the southernmost tip of the Barrens, where it meets the cliffs of the Thousand Needles.

The reason is called the razor, because the back of the valley is like being cut off directly by a razor, and then forward, it is a few hundred meters drop across the grand canyon in the middle of the continent, and the razor heights have a strange The scenery is that the top of the mountain is surrounded by a huge amount of black thorn vines, just like the special "vegetation" covering the earth. This tough vine is like a shield, protecting the last fortress of the boarman.

And even for the orcs who currently control most of the barren land, the Razor Highlands and the Razor Swamp on the other side are a dangerous place, because this is the base camp of the boarmen, in this valley and the underground tunnel of the valley. Among them, there are nearly 600,000 wild boar people. In terms of the power of the group, the wild boar people should be the most powerful force in the barren land except the orcs.

Even the savage centaur did not dare to provoke these wild and wild boars head-on when they were at their strongest.

But the boar man is not a barbarian, or this strange civilization is a gray area between civilization and barbarian, they have a complete social system, but their own civilization strength is very weak, barely able to maintain the civilization Inheritance, but many of the advantages of their own civilization have been dissipated in a long time of grinding. In other words, this is a continuously receding civilization. Maybe in a few decades, the wild boar will be reduced to the status of a barbarian like a centaur. .

However, the civilization problem of wild boars is not impossible to solve.

"Boar man, this was once a noble race."

Fandral Deer Helm, who changed his robe, was surrounded by large druids dispatched by the Blight, led by several wild boar druids, walking in a thorny cave, From time to time, his eyes will fall on the original "style murals" on both sides of the cave.

This is the base camp of the wild boar people. Although the name "wild boar" is in the name, the wild boar people are not as dirty as the life habits of the wild boar. In fact, this cave is very neatly managed, and the rough is everywhere. The brazier, the beating flames roasted the cave very dry, the boars also opened a cave dedicated to garbage, so that this huge underground cave does not have too many odors.

In the process of moving forward, the learned big druids are also talking about the civilization story of the wild boar.

"I still remember that more than 9000 years ago, in our era, the battle of the ancients had just ended. The demigods believed by the wild boar people, the powerful Agamamagan, died in the war against the demons. Its death caused the entire civilization The world feels sorrow, and the wild boar people have lost their "gods", which has caused a devastating blow to their civilization."

Werewolf Druid Lalaire. Tooth fire stroking the wall at hand with nostalgia, he said softly:

"But at that time, the wild boar people still maintained the civilization of the clan. They had their own writings, their own songs, their warriors were noble and powerful, and their bodies flowed the blood of the holy Agamamagan. When the tree was planted, the wild boars also sent representatives to participate in the event."

"But now, look at them!"

Yahuo turned his head to look at the wild boars deep in the cave. They had ugly braids on their pig-shaped heads. Their eyes were full of daze and ignorance, even those noble boar priests and warriors. They also wore rough leather armor and robes, and used stone weapons. Those songs and words that were passed down by word of mouth in the early years have also become their unrecognizable "ancestral knowledge."

"The civilization of the wild boars collapsed, and they are about to become savages...why? Why? Vandal, tell me, what are the Cadores doing in the 9000 years since we left?"

Larer Yahoo finally asked the question buried deep in his heart for several years. He looked at Fandral Deer Helm seriously. He questioned:

"It’s not just wild boars. I talked to some sea merchants in Kul Tiras. They told me that in distant Northrend, our former sacred allies, the bears who believed in the Ursoc brothers, also It has fallen back to the tribal era...they are only slightly better than the wild boar civilization, why? Why did those wild demigods fight for our world, and after the greats left, could the night elves let the former Has the ally fallen down?"

"Did Kadore have forgotten the contribution of the wild gods to the battle of the ancients? Can't we even protect the family members left by the gods?"

Faced with the question of teeth fire, Lu helmet sighed:

"My brother, there are too many things happening in this 9000, and our compatriots have also made wrong decisions. You have to understand that immortality is sometimes not a blessing. After losing the fear of time, many People no longer pay attention to the changes in the world, no longer pay attention to the former allies, everything that was once...Faith unites us, but also restricts our footsteps."

"For 9000 hours, you have been living in the Holy Mountain... unimaginable."

Orfa, the human Druid "Jing Whisperer", this Kul Tiran human with a bone mask who lived from thousands of years ago to the present, said calmly:

"The civilization of the night elves really lacks the spirit of exploration and the sense of responsibility as the oldest civilization. You have lived on this continent for 10,000 years, but it has not affected the historical changes of this continent, and there has never even been any signs of meddling. .. your civilized form is really unimaginable, just like..."

"A pool of standing water, right?"

Mo Yana, the Patriarch of the Wither, chuckled. She took Orfa's words and whispered:

"I have never thought about the civilization of Cadore in this way before, but now in retrospect, my compatriots in the Holy Mountain of Hyjal do indeed have a clear soup every day, and even more terrifying is that even they are used to it. Life in this pool of dead water... wasting time, wasting life, even though it means nothing to them."

"Have you never thought about change?"

Orfa turned his head. Under the bone mask, the eyes of the great human druid examined the four night elves around him. In the face of his problems, the harvest witch Austin issued a series of ridicules, whether they were mocking or self-deprecating. Laughter, he said:

"Sovereign Jingyu, if one day you receive the gift of immortality, will you actively choose to refuse it? Immortality is like a gorgeous lie that is poisonous, blinding everyone's eyes and hearts, and letting people bury themselves in immortality Drinking and drinking in the pool water... and the trees themselves do not feel the late autumn coming, only when all the leaves fall on the ground, they will start to tremble..."

After talking, the night elf lowered his head and muttered to himself:

"But the snow in the cold winter will bury everything, and then in a quiet spring, the new scenery will appear again... the change will come eventually, but not now..."

"We have arrived!"

The call of Mo Yana made everyone pay attention to the cave in front of them. This is the deepest part of the deep cave at the bottom of the Razor Heights. It is also the wild boar man civilization who would not give up even at the last moment of withering. The sacred place... This is the place where the demigods of the wilderness, the powerful wild boar demigod Agammagan fell.

In the ancient battle of 10,000 years ago, the wild demigod covered with thorns, brute force and full of fighting spirit was here and died with the powerful demon, the demon army commanded by the destroyer Malonos Fighting, after killing countless demons, the powerful Agamamagan finally exhausted.

According to legend, after its death, the blood of the wild boar demigod was spilled over the ground, which made the highland without grass. The thorny armor draped on it finally scattered, and then formed a black thorn vine that wraps the razor highland. This is a holy place for wild boar people.. These lost civilizations have never given up the act of resurrecting their gods, but their diminishing power cannot support such a "great cause."

"After the first wild boar druid joined the blighter, we learned from him that the wild boar man tried to resurrect Agamamagan with evil methods."

Looking at the closed stone cave in front of her eyes, Mo Yana said softly:

"We sent people to stop the wild boar people's adventures. Their methods are too primitive, it is impossible to wake up the soul of Agammagan from the emerald dream, and they lack enough life energy in their hands to be decent. Shape the body of this world... Even if everything is lost, they still have not given up their mission to save their own savior."

"Unfortunately, only the night elf's emerald dream has both of these prerequisites, but even after ten thousand years have passed, the elves never thought of resurrecting the demigods who died for the world, but let them 'S soul wasted time in the Emerald Dream."

"That was a stupid mistake!"

Vandal, who had become one of the great Druids of the Wither, took a step forward. He looked at the stone cave with the remains of Agammagan in front of him. He said in a deep voice:

"And now, this error should be remedied... The Seed of Life has enough energy to reshape the demigod's body, and I will arrange a magic circle here that awakens the soul of Agammagan... But you, I need you the power of."

"Agamemagan is just the beginning...Since the Cenarion Circle is unwilling to fulfill its mission, let us come... Let the demigods return to this world, let those respectable and great souls , To return to the holy war that maintains the life and death cycle of the world!"

"After thousands of years, we will not lose the reopened battle of quicksands!"

"Because this time, the wild gods will walk with the wither!"

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