Chapter 789 41. The Tree of Reincarnation--Add More for Brothers Who Specialize in Playing Games [7/10]

Chapter 789 41. The Tree of Reincarnation -- Adding more for the brothers who specialize in playing games [710]

The desolate beach in the northeast of the Kalimdor continent, this is the ruined land called "Azshara". It is said that it was part of Jin Azshara, the capital of the Elven Empire 10,000 years ago, but now, There are only the collapsed stone temples that have been fading in time, and the ruins of the huge buildings that can vaguely see the prosperous scenery here 10,000 years ago.

Naga and the murlocs would occasionally enter the ruins at night, trying to search for something, but they would soon be driven away by the mysterious blue dragons here.

It is said that a new Dalaran archmage lived in seclusion in the mountains of Azshara. He and his apprentices tried to find some treasures and knowledge of the Elven Empire 10,000 years ago in the ruins.

And on the edge of the cliff on the most desolate northern coast of Azshara, here is a wilderness with few people. There, but if you look carefully, it is easy to see that this seemingly ordinary tree, the vines extending from its roots, go all the way down the towering cliff walls, and finally disappear in the cold sea water among.

This tree... is actually not ordinary at all.

"ah!"

Amidst the sound of sea waves beating against the desolate coast of Azshara, a half-illusioned figure appeared beside the unremarkable tree. He was very embarrassed, as if the soul body had been seriously injured in the previous crazy battle. The body that was similar to a satyr demon was covered with weak soul wounds, and behind him, the nightmare limbs that originally had a sense of beauty were completely torn apart.

Now he was as embarrassed as a bald chicken who had lost a fight.

"Ah, damn it!"

Xavius ​​raised his arms weakly. Looking at the scars on his soul, the hatred for Malfurion became deeper in his heart, but there was also a trace of fear in it.

Obviously, Malfurion, who has adapted to death, has become more terrifying, especially after abandoning the meaningless concept of peace, the archdruid has become the most feared beast of death... Before he He could also plot against Malfurion with dirty tricks, but now, facing Malfurion who had lost his bottom line, even a villain like him felt a long-lost fear.

The fighting power of an out-and-out good guy after being completely blackened...it's really terrifying.

But even if Malfurion destroyed Xavius's body in the Emerald Nightmare, it was actually meaningless. Before the Well of Eternity exploded 10,000 years ago, Xavius's soul was destroyed by Malfurion himself. Sealed in this oak tree, and after falling into the deep sea and meeting N'Zoth, the ancient god transformed Xavius ​​into the Nightmare King.

The power of the Old God gave Xavius ​​the ability to reshape his body in the dream, but the problem is that his soul is still in the oak tree, just as he himself said, the Nightmare King in the Emerald Dream, At best, it's just a shadow of Xavius. Although it is really painful when it is torn apart, and it will make him extremely weak, he will not die because of it.

And the body of the oak tree is still in the "holy city" of N'Zoth, under the darkest deep sea of ​​Azeroth, in the sleeping city of Ny'alotha, this tree on the coast of Azshara It is only connected to Xavius's body through the roots. It was once used to punish this villain, but it has become a bargaining chip that Xavius ​​will use to avoid death ten thousand years later.

I have to say, things are really tricky.

"But that's okay... Enjoy your victory, it won't be long."

Xavius ​​moved his soul body, and he glanced back in the direction of Mount Hyjal. The towering world tree had long since disappeared. This scene made Xavius ​​feel a little resentful.

"Damn Dark Blade! It's like a disgusting shit stick, you are everywhere!"

The aggrieved Nightmare King yelled at the endless endless sea in front of him, venting his inner extreme displeasure, but he was also a wise guy, he even, at this moment, when he was weak , at least don't wander around in this world, once the druids find this hidden tree on the coast of Azshara, then he will lose another best channel to invade Kalimdor civilization.

It's not worth the candle...

But the problem is that Xavius ​​wants to return to the deep-sea city Ny'alotha through this tree connected to his body. Unfortunately, not everyone is willing to let him go back so easily.

"Look! Bereaved dog!"

A strange woman's voice suddenly sounded behind Xavius's soul body, causing the Nightmare King who was about to enter the tree to turn around, but what he saw was not a woman, but a person wearing a long black cloak, covering his body Humans with their faces covered in darkness and wearing the white linen robes that monks often wear.

Judging from the emblem of the Holy Light hanging on his chest, this should be a human priest of the Church of Holy Light, but the problem is that Savis can feel that there seems to be something dark hidden in the body of this human priest... . Something very similar to the power of the ancient gods he had come into contact with.

"What did you say?"

Xavius ​​yelled at the hooded Chaldea Morgan in a vicious voice:

"Who are you calling a lost dog? Why don't you bow down to me after seeing the great Nightmare King? You stupid mortal! I will punish you!"

The Nightmare King is not simply trying to scare Chaldea, he wants to force Chaldea to show his cards in this way, so that he can tell which ancient god's servant this weird human being is... If it is N'Zoth's servant, it means that he may have found another "pawn" that can be used.

If he is a servant of Yogg Saron, then his life is meaningless!

A cold light flashed in Xavius' eyes. However, facing the threat of the Nightmare King, this weak-looking human priest just shook his head. He seemed to be whispering to himself:

"Look at the look in his eyes, he is still thinking about how to use me, maybe, he wants to kill me... You always tell me that N'Zoth's cage is not as strong as it used to be, and you still praise N'Zoth in the dark The dark things that were plotted in the past, but now, lo and behold, what do I see?"

Chaldea spoke in a low voice, he raised his head, looked at the weak Nightmare King in front of him with eyes mixed with curiosity, and shook his head contemptuously:

"All I saw was a tiny creature under the feet of a giant beast that could devour the world, trying to bow down sincerely, and trying to escape because of fear. Is this the general under N'Zoth's command? This is really disappointing... .”

This contemptuous language made the Nightmare King grit his teeth, but the next moment, the voice of the woman who spoke just now sounded again, seemingly answering Chaldea's question invisibly:

"Of course! Of course, he is much worse than you. Xavius ​​is a god worshiped by satyrs. He has his own dark wisdom. He betrayed the devil at the right time. That was an excellent choice. It's a pity that he took refuge in a not-so-reliable master... It's time for us to let him know his way."

This time, Xavius ​​felt the source of the voice, and his eyes fell on the purple ritual dagger on Chaldea's waist. He saw the true face of this dagger that concealed his true face at a glance.

"Ah! It's Xalatas!"

The Nightmare King let out a scream, he turned and ran, but the next moment, when Chaldea raised his hand, several tentacles made of pure shadows easily wrapped Xavis Trapped less than a meter away from that tree.

The Nightmare King was too weak, and at this unlucky moment, he met the Patriarch of the Fifth Old God...a real strong man hidden in the human kingdom.

It has been more than ten years since Chaldea held Xalatas, and he has not been given up by this evil blade of darkness, which has already shown his potential and his strength, perhaps not as terrifying as the great lord , but the power of darkness in Chaldea's body is enough to easily destroy a civilization.

If he didn't do this, it meant that he and his master were planning a more terrifying conspiracy.

"However..."

The archbishop shook his head, and pulled out the Dark Empire Blade from his waist. He walked towards the terrified Xavius ​​and the tree connected to Xavius. He held the knife and looked back and forth between the two. looked, and then he asked:

"So, who should I stab? The soul, or the tree?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xalatas to speak, Chaldea happily made a decision:

"Ah, I'm so stupid, what to do after thinking so much, just kill each person..."

As soon as the words fell, the dark dagger shining with the purest power of the ancient gods sank into the soul body of the Nightmare King. The shrill laughter from the fifth ancient god made the mighty Nightmare King tremble, unable to even utter a word. A beg for mercy.

He is just N'Zoth's lackey, and Xalatas, that dark existence on the same level as N'Zoth... is far from what he can resist.

And under the indifferent gaze of Chaldea holding the dagger, Xavius ​​realized... Today, if he wants to continue to live, maybe he may have to change to a new master...

Now, poor Savus is really about to become a family slave of the three surnames.

But, no one will pity him, right?

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On the wilderness of the dead world, tens of thousands of undead are building a large stone garden under the will of the great lord. The scene of ten thousand people working is very lively. The undead who have regained their sanity and freedom here talk to each other , chatting, and laughing, as if they were still alive, but such noise did not affect the progress of the construction.

After 1 day, the garden is almost showing its prototype.

This was not a decision made by the great lord on a whim, but to welcome a "new guest" to this world.

"Savis is dead?"

The great lord Tyrion is holding a pair of exquisite scissors, trimming the branches of the strange tree that is one person tall in front of him. The appearance of this tree is a bit strange. Its trunk and new branches are entwined with a pale halo. From a distance, it looks like a shining tree.

And in the open space behind the new trees, the original branches of the withered world tree Nordrassil are being cut open by several undead craftsmen with tools. Although those trunks have lost their huge life energy, they are still alive after all. Coming from the World Tree, those woods will also have many magical effects, and they will be pruned into materials similar to the original body of the staff, as a reward for those who have meritorious service from the Dark Blade Legion in the future.

With the volume of World Tree, these materials are estimated to be enough for many years...

Facing the high lord's casual question, Malfurion Stormrage, the arch druid of death who stood behind him as silent as a statue, nodded silently, and said in a low and hoarse voice:

"I tore his body apart and watched as the vines disintegrated the last piece of his flesh and bones, but the Nightmare King did not die so easily, his soul may have returned to the Lightless Sea."

"That's nothing... just a clown, the most important thing is, have you let out the bad breath in your heart?"

Tyrion carefully cut off a deformed branch. This action made the tree rooted in the dead world tremble in front of him, as if it felt pain.

This action made the great lord smile. He reached out and patted the strange tree, and said softly:

"Look, Malfurion, the tree of reincarnation is growing very healthy, it seems that it has adapted to the climate of the dead world, which is really good...Speaking of which, this tree of great significance to us needs another A dedicated "gardener."

Tyrion turned his head and looked at the silent Malfurion:

"I know, you have resistance to us, it's okay, I'm a generous person, I allow the existence of dissidents, so I won't force you to serve the Dark Blade, but... the valuable knowledge you have It can't be wasted like this, so, it's up to you to look after the tree, okay?"

The archdruid didn't answer. As Tyrion said, he was still struggling with the resurrection from the dead, especially the life and nature he believed in before, the imprint of the soul, which is not so easy to dissipate. of.

Seeing the hesitation of the archdruid, Tyrion put down the scissors and said:

"After the tree of reincarnation grows up, it will be responsible for attracting souls from the outside world, and then sending those innocent people back to the present world to start their new life and life. Nordrassil itself has the mission of multiplying the night elves, Therefore, I believe that the Tree of Reincarnation will fulfill its mission well, oh, yes...Did I tell you that I left a dead marker on Mount Hyjal?"

The High Lord casually said to Malfurion:

"Starting today, the souls of all the kaldorei who died on Mount Hyjal will enter the realm of death through the beacon, and then be sent back by the tree of reincarnation to the bodies of those kaldorei ladies who are eager to conceive. The night elves will Completely getting rid of the shackles of the elves, the forest elves will continue the Kaldorei civilization through natural reproduction, just like humans and high elves."

"If the tree of reincarnation is in good condition, maybe the hundreds of thousands of elves in my place, and the souls of the elves who died on the battlefield, can return to the Kaldorei civilization as babies as quickly as possible... .You see, this is a very serious, very important mission..."

"do not talk!"

Malfurion softly stopped Tyrion from continuing to speak. He already understood what Tyrion was hiding. He stretched out his hand and stroked the tree of reincarnation that had just been reborn from its decayed body. , a gleam of light flashed in the arch druid's black eyes:

"I will be the gardener of the tree of reincarnation...I will take care of it and do my best..."

"But it's not for you and your dark blade... At least for now, I won't serve you!"