Chapter 355 4. The World of Death

Cerillien. White Claw finally agreed to Tyrion's solicitation.

This is expected. Although most of the love stories about night elves are world-famous for their infatuation, Cerelion is definitely the rare seed of infatuation among night elves. His longing for his dead wife lasted for a full 10,000 years , the most terrible thing is that during these ten thousand years, because of this kind of sad yearning, Cerelion has no intention to do anything at all.

Even in terms of the obscure druid magic, in 10,000 years, no matter how poor the aptitude is, at least it is time to get started, but it is said that Mr. White Claw, who is extremely talented, is only an apprentice druid until now.

It was no longer a mere longing. Obviously, he loved his wife so much that after his wife died, a part of his soul also died with her. This is why Aurelia felt in vain. The reason why Claw is weird... In human terms, White Claw is useless.

And the emotion of true love sounds beautiful, but it is actually very extreme. After Tyrion made a promise, White Claw resolutely sold himself to Dark Blade without hesitation for too long, and then in a good friend, Escorted by Alt Stantin, who is also one of the best disciples of Staghelmet, they will return to the Dark Portal quickly. They will pass through the Emerald Dream Portal in the Dusk Forest and return to the Black Seashore as quickly as possible, bringing Return to Anaya's soul and body.

This process will take about 3 days, and what is surprising is that the female druid Myana chose to stay in the Dark Temple. What is the purpose of the order of the staghelmet to see Tyrion, but Tyrion, who is very familiar with the story of the old staghelm, can think of what she desires with his toes.

"Traveling a long distance between two worlds, you came to see us with a narrow escape, just to help a trainee druid understand his knot?"

Alleria leaned in Tyrion's arms, stroking her husband's perfect beard, she said softly:

"Are those druids taking us for fools?"

"They didn't lie, Alleria, they have already stated their purpose, and they want me to help them carry out a "perfect" resurrection."

Tyrion played with Aurelia's dark golden hair and said softly:

"But not Whitepaw, you understand?"

"Poor White Claw is just an experiment. The trainee druid may not even realize that the deceased wife he misses is used to test whether the Dark Blade is really "perfect" for the resurrection of the dead, and only Ms. Moyana witnessed After confirming that the resurrection of the dead has no sequelae, she will reveal the real purpose of her trip... But in fact, it is no longer necessary, I have already guessed what they want to do."

"Too arrogant!"

Alleria rubbed against Tyrion's chest to make herself more comfortable. She gritted her teeth and said:

"Those night elves, they always think so highly of themselves, but they always don't understand the situation. Now they are begging us!"

"I really appreciate the style of the Druids of Staghelmet. When doing big things, they always have to be informal, and they also have the capital to be proud. Malfurion has entered the long dormancy of the Druids. The entire Cenarion Council There are but a handful of archdruids left in the world, and of these, Staghelm is a distinguished leader."

Tyrion wrapped Aurelia's long hair around his fingers, and a thoughtful light flashed in his eyes:

"He is exactly the ally we need. Compared with the Eastern Continent, Kalimdor's power is too complicated and mysterious, and the combined power of human civilization cannot resist the night elves who have recuperated for 10,000 years. Go to that piece of land... Therefore, we need to lay out there in advance."

"Conquer the Eastern Continent?"

Alleria rolled over and rode on Tyrion. She lowered her head and looked into her husband's eyes. She asked:

"Including Quel'Thalas?"

"Yes, Quel'Thalas is a very important part."

Tyrion said bluntly, he stretched out his hand, stroked his wife's face, and comforted him softly:

"But I will try to end the war there as quickly as possible, without making it feel too much pain, after all, our mother...she swore to defend it."

"What about Sylvanas? You know she won't give up her duties, and she won't hand over Quel'Thalas to you so easily."

Alleria said worriedly:

"She will stand against us and be our enemy."

"So, I will leave her to you, my love, and I know that you will win her over for me, as you have done countless times in the past."

Tyrion put his arms around Alleria and whispered in her ear:

"As you please..."

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While the lord and queen of the Dark Blade were enjoying a brief moment of quiet solitude, in a corner of the Dark Temple, Myana, who was walking silently, was observing the floating fortress.

To be precise, she was using her own unique perspective to observe the high-ranking death knights going back and forth around her.

As a high-level druid who is proficient in healing spells, Myana can easily see the energy circulation in any living body, but for life, it is just such a weird and ugly life, accompanied by their heartbeat and The flow of blood and the green vitality will always linger outside their bodies. It is the green that symbolizes life, and it is also the embodiment of the natural power most admired by druids.

But these high-level undead are just the exception. In Myana's vision, the blood in the bodies of these undead is still flowing in the body under the influence of mysterious power, but their hearts are no longer beating. When the blood of life force flows, there will be a layer of dark red halo covering their body surface, which is the energy that is completely opposite to life force and natural force.

Ice-cold, dead still, extremely corrosive to life, but has the same characteristics as life force, that is, after being consumed quickly, it will be filled again with the flow of time.

For Druids, to detect whether a life is strong, you only need to observe the vitality he possesses, and this is also applicable to the undead. The death energy contained in the body of each undead determines that they can use it in war The amount of strength.

Moana secretly saw the death energy in the bodies of Aurelia and Tyrion. The death energy of the blood mistress is alienated, and its manifestation is like sticky blood, while the death energy in Tyrion's body It is even more exaggerated, it is like a dark ocean full of icy power...

"It's wrong for you to build it like this! You have to tear it down and start over!"

A slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the square ahead, interrupting Myana's thoughts, and just when she was about to leave, she heard another voice.

"But Vanessa told me that they are all set up like this in Azeroth."

It was the voice of a little girl, using the common language of Azeroth, with a bit of a weird accent, but it made Moyana's leaving footsteps pause, she hesitated for a moment, and sneaked out from the hiding place Looking at her head, she saw Dornan who was squatting on the ground to build a small house for her little pet, and the death lord Yrel who was sitting cross-legged beside her to help.

The lively little raven stood on Dornan's shoulder, flapping its small wings from time to time, and at the little girl's feet lay a drowsy Frost Whelpling, and Dornan Just like a little chick guarding the nest, he stood stubbornly in front of the pet nest he was about to build, angrily preventing Yrel from tearing it down.

The two hoof sisters, one big and one small, were arguing endlessly, which looked like sisters arguing, but in Myana's eyes, she could easily see the facts. Yrel's body was filled with shockingly huge The death energy of Dornan's body contained a greater vitality than that of ordinary children, and the vitality was more active than ordinary life, which showed the child's extraordinary talent.

"You are a Draenei, little girl, you have to learn the excellent architectural art of the Draenei."

Yrel rolled his eyes and said to Dornan persuasively:

"A house that is not decorated with gemstones, is not made of stone, and does not have crystal lamps and reliefs, can people really live in it? Well, it is the same even if it is for pets. At most, we can reduce the number of inlaid gemstones... By the way, why didn't your good friend Vanessa come to help you? Did you quarrel?"

"No, Vanessa was picked up by Brother Crow to see her father, and she will be back this afternoon."

While Dornan was talking, he watched a beautiful gem-studded pet house being built in Yrel's nimble fingers, and the death lord casually said as he finished his artwork:

"How can you call Brother Crow? That old guy has been dead for 600 years. He is older than me. If you call me sister, you have to call him uncle, uncle, or just call him Crow."

Ten minutes later, the death lord looked at Dornan who was dragging the Frost Frost Whelpling around. She shook her head and left the square with a flick of her tail. She came back for vacation. In a few days, she will be Frontline commanders are on their way to Khaz Modan.

And when passing the street on the edge of the square, Yrel suddenly heard a voice from behind:

"You...you are different from other death lords."

"Of course I'm different."

Yrel clenched the hilt of the sword at her waist calmly. She turned around and looked at Myana: "I am one of the two strongest lords... and who are you? A night elf, I've never seen you!"

"My name is Myana, a druid."

Myana looked at Yrel, especially the various emotions shining in her flexible eyes, she looked at Yrel curiously:

"Can you tell me about it? About your story, and... how do you keep your emotions? If I hadn't been able to see through the appearance, I would even think that you are no different from a living person!"

"Okay, I'll take this as a compliment for now."

Yrel took a step back, and looked up and down Myana with critical eyes. After a while, she turned her head to look at the empty air around her, and asked softly:

"Do you think she's believable?"

"Of course she can't be trusted! No living person can be trusted!"

The ghostly green figure of the draenei banshee slowly appeared beside Yrel, Samaro with her hips akimbo, this ghost hoof girl was wearing a set of warlock robes, her slender tail kept flicking behind her, she used a belt Staring maliciously at Myana, she screamed:

"She has been watching you for at least 20 minutes! Stupid Yrel, she was watching you secretly when you were playing with Dornan, and now she is pretending to meet you again. She wants to know your secrets and spy on ours. Secrets and weaknesses, and kill us with a cunning murder, like in The Wizard of Oz, oh my god, it's horrible! But she thinks she can hide it from me... let's kill her, Yrel! Tyrion will reward us for this!"

"Well..."

Yrel rubbed his forehead with a headache, and whispered to his evil twin:

"Please, Samaro, can you stop watching human dramas? Your already empty mind is almost burned out by those stupid stories."

Probably because of the accusation before the stranger, the ghost warlock Samaruo felt ashamed. In short, she gave Moyana a fierce look, and then quietly disappeared beside Yrel again. The death lord shrugged. Shrugged, pointed to the seat next to him, and said to Myana:

"Don't care about Samaro's suspicions, although she likes to torture her enemies, she likes to watch them burn to death in the fire, and she likes to take the most important things from other people for fun, but I know that she is actually a good girl , you want to know my story? Well, it’s not too long anyway, and I have enough time, so let’s talk about it.”

Yrel sat on the chair with her tail flicking. She glanced at Myana, and there was a hint of cunning in her eyes:

"But in exchange, you also have to tell me your story."

Myana hesitated for a moment. She looked at Yrel in front of her. This weird draenei death knight was the most perfect necromancer in her imagination, with her own wisdom, complete rationality, and complete emotions. If her husband could be like this after being resurrected... that would be... perfect.

It was night, in the rooftop palace at the highest point of the Dark Temple.

The lonely figure of Myana appeared in front of Tyrion. The Dark Blade King sitting on the throne looked at her calmly. The druid took a deep breath. She raised her head and said to Tyrion:

"I no longer have any doubts."

"I don't hesitate any more."

"I have seen the most perfect "resurrection" in my imagination, and I have personally confirmed it... At this moment, Your Majesty Tyrion Dawnblade, on behalf of my father, Fandral Staghelmet, I beg you , to help us resurrect our lost loved ones...my husband, the father of my children, my father's son...Valstein, the love of my life."

The high-ranking druid half-kneeled on the ground, she lowered her head and said sincerely:

"For this, I am willing to give my all, and I am willing to hand over my loyalty to Dark Blade."

That...the last picture has 2 people and 3 people, because I designed 2 people at the time, but then I thought of White Claw, and added it, and I didn’t pay attention when I revised it. In short, don’t complain about my math, brothers and sisters .