Chapter 356 5. Desires and Requirements

Fandral. Staghelmet.

This is a very tragic character. The omnipotent observers already know his story. Therefore, for Tyrion, Myana, who knelt before his eyes, would make this decision. Not surprisingly.

In fact, when Myana and Yrel were "heart-to-heart", the death lord quietly told Tyrion about this matter in the spiritual link, and, without Tyrion's approval, Yirel How could Riel trust a living person of unknown origin so easily?

And Yrel, this unique draenei girl, this talented death lord, is definitely the most perfect one among all the recruits hosted by Tyrion himself. She can be called the death gift to Tyrion. The best gift, absolute loyalty, and complete emotions make her willing to follow Tyrion, not only because of responsibility, but also because of her own thoughts.

She thinks this is the right path, so she will give everything for it, unlike other lords who always have this and other concerns, such as our deep-minded archlich Khadgar, who has no idea what he is planning.

In the absence of mandatory mind control, Tyrion wished he had a few more lords like Yrel under his command, but then again, even if he really had the Helm of Dominion, Tyrion would probably not to bring.

He knows better than anyone the aftereffects of wearing that helmet...he doesn't want to lose himself.

"Valstein, the hero who died in the Battle of Quicksand, I heard that his body was torn to pieces by the bugmen."

Tyrion looked at Myana, and he whispered:

"You have to understand, Ms. Myana, that Valstein is an orthodox night elf. Even if I can restore his body perfectly, I still can't find his soul from the World Tree. I won't do it for a Allies attack the Kaldorei with the undead."

"I know."

Moana nodded:

"But Vastan's soul is not in the world tree. The place where he died in battle was in the evil kingdom of the insects. That place was shrouded in strange power. The soul who died there could not be freed. After his death, his father A number of archdruids were summoned to cast spells together, trying to take Vastanen's soul back to the World Tree, but they failed."

"My husband's soul is trapped in the abyss of the bug empire, there is hope!"

A trace of determination flashed in the eyes of the high-ranking druid:

"We will save Vastan's soul, and after that, everything is up to you."

"Why not use the natural magic you are best at?"

Tyrion pretended to be curious and asked:

"Could it be that the miraculous natural magic and the powerful demigod of the wilderness can't bring back a warrior who shouldn't die? To save life, why don't you go to the source of life for help, but come to seek help from death? Even if you retreat 10,000 In other words, even if the body cannot be restored, with the ability of the deer helmet, after saving the son's soul, let him live forever in the Emerald Dream, isn't it possible?"

"It's a pity, but we've tried all the natural magic available and we can't find the answer in life."

Moyana lowered her head, closed her eyes, and said softly in a voice that was more sorrowful than heartbroken:

"So we can only embrace death. As for the Emerald Dream... the druids only live there temporarily. Based on our understanding of the real master of that dream world, it is unlikely that it will spare a mortal soul. "

"What a miserable experience."

Tyrion comforted dryly, and after a while, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he asked softly:

"But have you ever thought that 1,000 years have passed, and maybe poor Vastan's soul has already been tortured by vicious worms..."

"Will not!"

Myana's voice became sharp at this moment, she raised her head, with a stubborn gleam in her eyes:

"My Valstann won't give up! He...he's a hero, he'll stick around until we save him...he's got to be there! He, he has to be there!"

The stubborn flame Tyrion couldn't be more clear. It seems that it wasn't just Buckhelm who went crazy because of Vastan's death. This family seems to be a little abnormal. The pain of the loss of a loved one is entangled for a lifetime. Nightmare, not to mention the dedicated night elves, just like White Claws. In the 1,000 years since Vastanen died, Myana may have come to the brink of collapse. Already...lost.

He didn't ask any more questions, and after a while, he raised his hand, and Myana's half-kneeling body on the ground was also lifted up by the silent force, and then she heard the Dark Blade King say:

"In this case, I promise that after you find poor Vastan's soul, I will do my best to resurrect him as you remember him, but in exchange... Myana, I need to see As far as your strength is concerned, the druids' manipulation of life force is something that necromancers cannot do."

"And in exchange, I just need you to do one thing for me...I need you..."

Tyrion looked at Myana, and his voice became serious:

"I need you to build our own Druid Legion for the Dark Blade Legion... I will look forward to seeing the Blightcaller who fights with the plague and the power of darkness, and the Everblooming Forest of Gorgrond, Will be your new laboratory, and those respawned spirits may help you, but if not, it's at your disposal!"

"I won't ask you to join the Darkblade... You are one of the only remaining relatives of Staghelm, and I don't want to drive Staghelm mad."

Tyrion shook his hand:

"It's just a transaction. After the transaction is completed, we will have nothing to do with each other. That's it."

Myana didn't argue. Seeing that Tyrion had lost interest in talking, she leaned slightly and turned to leave. After the druid left, Tyrion's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a light of thought. Glittering in his ice-blue pupils, the night elves thought the War of the Shifting Sands and their hostile Qiraji were just monsters, but they were unaware of the dark forces behind the buggers.

The Dark Blade King can be sure that the soul of Vastann Staghelmet is not in the hands of the Bugs, but in the dark abyss that controls the Bugs... If this is the case, he has a counterbalancing Buck Helmet in his hand trump card!

"Yriel, my lord, you set off for Khaz Modan tonight, and tell Nasa that I want to meet with Chaldea Morgan at the nearest time! About the secrets of some ancient gods. "

"Understood, I will leave immediately."

Yrel responded, and a moment later, a huge frost dragon wearing a draenei-style armor and inlaid with purple and red crystals took off from the dark temple and rushed into the vast night of Draenor. With the speed of the Skeleton Dragon, coupled with the currently cleared airspace of the Defias Federation, it may take a few hours for the Deathlord to reach the edge of Khaz Modan.

It is said that the undead have built a forward base there, and there is a special commander in command of the undead army there.

"Ah, the short vacation is over again."

Yrel sat on the gorgeous saddle with Draenei style, pouted with some dissatisfaction:

"The Dark Temple is really comfortable being rested by those human ghosts. Every time I come back, I don't want to leave."

"Can't you be more self-motivated? Stupid Yrel!"

The banshee Samaruo floated above the dragon's head, she crossed her hips in dissatisfaction, and screamed at Yrel:

"Myra, who joined later than you, is now the lord of a city, with hundreds of thousands of dwarves under her command, and you are still a leading soldier in the front line!"

"Myra can be the lord of the city because he is good at management, and Luminas has complained many times... She doesn't want her husband to stay underground and live like a mouse."

Yrel retorted:

"Besides, being a city lord is not as interesting as fighting... Don't you also like killing on the battlefield? Release yourself as much as you want, okay, my little boy Samaro, let me take a quiet rest. I'm busy."

"Damn! You're a necromancer, and necromancers don't need to rest!"

Samaro was still chattering, but seeing Yrel leaning on the saddle and falling asleep, the draenei sighed, slowly floated to the side of her good sister, and reached out to caress her pale face.

"You know? Sometimes I wish I was a man, my Yrel, no one can take you from me... No one can hurt you anymore."

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Everblooming Forest is a magical place.

This place was originally just a woodland at the junction of the Gorgrond wasteland and the forest, but after the undead threw the weird seed and the entire ecological ship here, with the Yongmao Forest as the center, the entire Gorgrond range The plants started to grow like crazy.

Now, this original wilderness has been completely surrounded by trees, except for the hills in the coastal area which are still bare, the whole land is surrounded by green shade.

The place where the undead kept Grons in captivity is also here. In the northwest of Gorgrond, there is an area designated for Grons to hunt and live. Once the little Grons grow up, they enter the real maturity stage. After that, the undead will start a new wave of harvesting, but the growth of a large creature like Gron is a long process. It is estimated that Tyrion will have to wait more than ten years to get a new colossus.

And the strange growth of Yongmao Woodland also brought another unexpected situation.

Forest spirit... a strange plant life, once thought to be extinct in the orcs' massacre of the world, has once again appeared in the dense forest of Gorgrond. These guys are made of solid trees Composed of human beings, their appearance is very similar to that of human beings, but they are taller and have their own wisdom and civilized habits.

At the very beginning, the forest elves tried to attack the undead here, but they were still in a tribal civilization, where was the opponent of the Dark Blade Legion. The war lasted only three days, and the lairs of the forest elves were destroyed by the bad-tempered The Luminas almost burned out, and later the Grand Lich Khadgar managed the place. I don’t know what method he used. In short, the remaining forest elves no longer resisted the undead, and they even expressed their willingness to join the Dark Blade. Legion thoughts.

But the problem is that, except for a few liches who can directly communicate with life in the spirit of the entire Dark Blade Legion, other people can't understand the ancient language of Lin Jing at all, so the matter of joining the group has been delayed.

"What a near-perfect plant life!"

Moyana was walking on the road in the Everblooming Forest. The extremely rich life energy here made her feel like a newborn. Behind her, several forest elders respectfully followed, as Drew, who was dedicated to maintaining natural balance Guys, they don't need words to achieve perfect communication with the forest elves, and the druid spells shown by Moyana captured the hearts of the forest elves in an instant.

"This place is simply the paradise that all druids dream of, just like Val'sharah, no...this place is older than Val'sharah, full of the breath of the source of nature."

Myana was walking on the road, and there were more and more elves following her. They roared and called Myana's name, calling her "the messenger of great life", and took the initiative to lead the way for the druids , went to watch the "sacred object" that gave them new life.

A moment later, standing on the edge of the heart-thumping pool, the druid stared dumbfounded at the draenei spaceship in front of her, which was completely covered in vines and plants. The ancient life revived in the spaceship... the natural source that gave life to the entire world.

Draenor world's oldest, most original remnants of life.

That kind of power may not be as shocking as the world tree Nordrassil, but it possesses the kind of savage vitality that is extremely aggressive and devouring, full of plunder and reshaping, which Myana has never seen before. of.

Reminiscent of the mission entrusted to her by Tyrion, and seeing the source of nature slowly recovering in front of her eyes, the Druid suddenly felt a kind of panic. She suddenly realized that she might not be able to untangle it by herself alone. The deep secret of the seed of the world in front of you.

Moyana took a deep breath, the surrounding air faintly glowed with green light, and her breathing became heavy due to the oppression of the vitality visible to the naked eye.

"I must go back to Azeroth, I must... I must let my father take a look at this, with it, we no longer need the World Tree, no, we can even use this as energy to reshape the entire world !Reshape all of... Azeroth!"

The druid turned around and looked at the primitive elves behind her who sincerely knelt down to the source of nature, a cunning flashed in her blue eyes.

"Well...but before that, the Blightcaller Legion that Tyrion needs has always existed under his nose!"

"A spirit of the forest who desires to display the majesty of nature, but also has enough wisdom and ability to learn... This is a perfect fit."