Chapter 304 34. Contact. Painful Staghelmet

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

It knows the purpose of coming to Azeroth, it is very simple, it is to resurrect the beloved Rukhmar, in fact, if there is no other fetters, after the resurrection of Rukhmar, the two demigods living in Azeroth would be no problem. Not a bad thing, but the problem is that Ansu has another identity.

It was Tyrion. Dawnblade placed the "eye" in Kalimdor, and before leaving, Tyrion asked him to find a way to send a druid or two into Draenor.

Now, the death knight has fulfilled his promise, and Ansu must also fulfill his obligations as an ally. Therefore, Ansu has been thinking about how to deal with himself after his connection with Tyrion is discovered one day Relationships with druids, especially other wild demigods.

It could have taken Rukhmar away chicly and returned to the world of Draenor to live its own two-person world, but in the world of Azeroth, it finally had a fetter.

Hisaly Black Crow, this inexperienced young druid has won Ansu's trust with his frankness and loyalty. It's more like the most qualified family it imagined... But whether it's a human or a beast, as long as there is a fetter, it's like falling into a spider web, and it's hard to get out.

With this kind of contradictory mood, Ansu quietly arrived at Fandral Staghelmet's lair at dawn. Before that, Ansu also visited several arch druids. According to the teachings of Yimen, it should be the druid who visited Ansu.

But on the one hand, Ansu from Draenor doesn't value these red tapes. On the other hand, these archdruids all have their own demigods, and before the demigods accepted Ansu, they rushed to visit. It's also a very disrespectful behavior.

But today, since the archdruid Staghelmet took the initiative to invite Ansu, it means that the demigod served by the archdruid also accepted Ansu. From God's point of view, it is a virtue to be willing to attend an appointment. After all, in reality, all the archdruids of the Cenarion Council are older than Anzu...

Therefore, once you enter the night elf society, don't worry too much about age and seniority. The unique way of getting along with the immortals will definitely drive obsessive-compulsive disorder patients crazy.

"Welcome, Your Excellency the great demigod Ansu."

At the entrance of the animal den, the Arch Druid Staghelmet was waiting in person. Seeing Ansu flapping his wings and landing silently in front of the animal den, the Arch Druid bowed his head humbly, expressing his welcome very restrainedly. .

The dressing habits of the staghelmet are in line with the "fundamentalism" of the druids. He is naked from the waist up, only wearing a robe of animal skins, wearing a wristband engraved with natural runes, and has dark green hair and beard. They look very healthy. Under the blessing of Nordrassil, the world tree, the night elves are immortal. Just from the appearance, you can't tell that Fandral is more than ten thousand years old.

But Ansu's black onyx-like eyes flashed a gloomy disgust. It hated the arch druid in front of him for no reason! Beneath Lu Helmet's polite exterior, Ansu could feel that there was a shadow inside him... a terrible shadow.

However, after realizing that the deer helmet is a person with a secret, Ansu's eyes also lit up. It was worried that it would not be able to fulfill Tyrion's request. The guy in front of him with a shadow in his heart might be very suitable to be... ..

"Quack, I am also very grateful for your invitation, Deer Helmet, why don't you invite me in?"

Ansu narrowed his eyes and said gently:

"You look a little sad, Buckhelm. You have a heavy past in your heart. Maybe you can tell me your story after we finish talking about those boring business affairs."

Staghelmet's expression froze for a moment, a trace of undisguised sadness flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head:

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

Fandral Staghelmet, this is a well-known Archdruid. He was the first batch of apprentices who followed Malfurion to learn Druid spells. He was very talented, but his personality was very hot. He was the original Senna A very difficult member of the Leo Council, but a very important part, especially when his mentor Malfurion Stormrage fell into a deep sleep, many important decisions of the Cenarion Council, It was decided by Fandral and the other archdruids.

Regardless of his character, the decisions he made were all to protect his own people, and because of his tough personality, Fandral Staghelmet had a high reputation among druids.

However, Fandral has a shortcoming. He is too doting on his son Vastanen, even after Vastanen married the female druid Myana and gave birth to his granddaughter Istaria. Helmet did not stop doting on his son, but to be honest, this cannot be regarded as a shortcoming, because Valstein's mother, Fandral's wife, died after giving birth to his son, and Valstein is the only remaining relative of Fandral .

It is natural for a father to care for his son above all else, and Valstein did not disappoint Fandral's expectations. Although he inherited his father's fiery personality, Valstein eventually became a powerful fighter and an excellent commander , serving as a military officer in the Southern Sentinel led by General Shandris of Feathermoon, adopted daughter of High Priest of Tyrande.

1,000 years ago, the Qiraji in Silithus rushed out of the ground. Kaldorei noticed this terrible threat, so Fandral took the druids and commanded the sentinel troops to fight in Silithus. In the great desert, he confronted the ferocious worms head-on. The troops he commanded were so brave that the horrific worms were repeatedly repulsed. Those worms feared Fandral Staghelmet and called him "Cassis" , 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 worms finally set their sights on Fandral's biggest weakness. Captured, and then in front of the two armies, the worm general Rajax tore his son in front of the staghelmet, which completely collapsed the staghelmet.

Until now, 1,000 years later, the Archdruid is still bereaved... a nightmare of his life.

Of course Ansu knew this story, because no one in the Kaldorei Druids knew this story. Before it came, Hisaly Black Crow repeatedly told it not to mention anything and hope in front of Fandral Staghelmet. Words related to Lisus, that was his taboo.

But after confirming that there was a shadow in Fandral's heart, Ansu seized the opportunity keenly. After finishing the boring business, Ansu enjoyed a sumptuous meal and drank fruit wine, so he sent When it left, Ansu was drunk, intentionally or unintentionally said:

"Quack! Look, how beautiful the majestic Mount Hyjal is. It often reminds me of my Skyreach Peak in Draenor. My family members, those poor arakkoa, were killed and torn to pieces by the undead. ..and then resurrected, you will never guess how terrifying that is, Staghelmet, those resurrected arakkoa are exactly the same as before them, and they still completely retain their own thinking and even their souls."

The corners of Ansu's eyes have been paying attention to the expression of the deer helmet. Sure enough, just after it said the resurrection of the dead, a gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the deer helmet. Ansu croaked and flapped his wings, wanting to leave, but he walked After a few steps, he was stopped by the deer helmet behind him.

"Wait a minute, great Anzu."

"Quack? Is there anything else you want? Buckhelm?"

Ansu turned around, his agate-like black eyes were full of doubts, and his acting skills were perfect, while the deer helmet seemed to be chatting, and asked:

"Can you talk about the undead of Draenor again? You know, as druids who guard life, we hate those undead. I want to prepare in advance. If we face the same enemy in the future , you won’t be at a loss.”

"Quack, you think so far, okay, okay."

Ansu folded his wings, like a drunk bird, and began to talk about the undead in Draenor.

"Quack, those undead come from various races. I didn't know what they were called before, but after I came to Azeroth, I knew it. There are orcs, high elves, dwarves, um, and you Night elves, I don't know how they joined the Dark Blade Knights, but they were indeed dead, and they were resurrected by the king of the dead, just as they were in life, God, if you don't know their details, you You will definitely be deceived!"

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

Staghelmet narrowed his eyes. The archdruid, who was shirtless and dressed very similarly to his mentor Malfurion, asked softly:

"Do those undead, after being resurrected, really have their own souls? This is really unimaginable!"

"Yes, yes, quack, staghelmet, you know too little about those undead."

Ansu shook her head, as if trying to wake herself up:

"I have personally dealt with the death lords under the king of the dead. I can be sure that their souls are free and not controlled by the king of the dead. , They are very difficult to deal with, they are as cunning as living people. Of course, after death, the emotional control will be much weaker, but there are exceptions, such as the Draenei death knight who brought the undead to destroy my family's home! That A little hoof called Yrel!"

Ansu scolded in disgust:

"She is just like a living person. She has a lot of emotions, but they are all led to darkness...It's a pity that the girl could have become a big shot in the Draenei, but she was misled."

"What if there is no soul?"

Staghelmet's breathing became rougher: "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 his wings and flew up, and it swirled around Buck Helmet, as if he was really drunk:

"But last time, when Tyrion and I fought to the death, I heard him say that he finally returned to Azeroth, and then retrieved his lost piece of soul from the abyss of Hell... It seems that when he died in this world, a piece of his soul was left there. Wait, Staghelm, is there really a place called Hell Abyss in Azeroth? Is that place the hell that humans often say? ?”

"I don't know either...Maybe there are."

The light in Lu Helmet's eyes became brighter and brighter, but in the end, he took a deep breath, and when he turned his head, he changed into that polite look again. He waved to Ansu and said in a low voice:

"I brewed that fruit wine 5,000 years ago. You drank too much, and you are already a little drunk. Go back, great Ansu, and don't worry your Patriarch."

"Quack, you're really a good friend, Staghelmet."

Ansu laughed, and flew into an S shape in the air. It flapped its wings crookedly and flew towards the top of Nordrassil. Behind him, Fandral Staghelmet stayed quietly in front of his den. Seems to be thinking about something.

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

The archdruid clenched his fists and muttered to himself:

"No matter what, no matter what, I will revive you... Vastan, my dearest son... A world without you is not worth cherishing at all, no matter what..."

Staghelmet closed his eyes, calling in his heart:

"Moyana, Stantin, no matter what you are doing, put down what you are doing and come to me! I have an important task for you..."