"Take back the Plague Spores of Red Scourge! Stop wasting the ancient sacred power and do something serious with the great power left to you by your ancestors!"
Diakum scolded:
"No one understands who is the enemy of this world better than you Spriggans. Now we have to fight against the devil. It's okay if you don't help. How can we continue to weaken this world?"
Old Spriggans doesn't want to answer this stupid question.
It thinks that this "foreign monk" who talks about Holy Light's great principles cannot understand everything that is happening in the world of Draenor. But the problem is that it does not need to listen to the principles Diakum talks about, but the "physics" that Vigilant holds in its hands at this time cannot be ignored.
The echo of the void has spread above Twilight Hammer, and that terrifying corrosiveness is the enemy of all things in the world.
If the ancient and powerful spore community still has self-awareness, then it is impossible to corrode this original magnificent life with this weapon alone. The problem is that the three Life Progenitor have long since died!
They have fallen for countless years, and what exists in Evergrowth Woods is only the reverberation left behind by them, which is simply not enough to resist the corrosion spread by Sea of Darkness here. Once Evergrowth Woods is corroded, other lives may be able to survive for a while, but all Sprigganss around the world will definitely die tonight.
"Drop it! Calm down!"
Old Spriggans's voice turned into a spiritual scolding that echoed in Diakum's mind. It was a spiritual communication achieved through the swallowed seed.
It raised its hand, and this ruthless Spriggans, who had single-handedly led the destruction of civilization, tried to appease the angry Vigilant.
It says:
"I can understand your anger. If you have resentment, we can sit down and have a good talk. Put down the dangerous things in your hands first! Draenei, any mistake on your part may trigger a world-class destruction of life.
I think this is not what your Holy Light taught you."
It's timid.
Not only did its attitude soften, there was even a hint of weakness in its voice that came from wanting to protect ancient things.
At this moment, Diakum, who was in the shape of a "glaring King Kong", suddenly felt a "dark perception" in his heart. Sure enough, as long as you are extreme enough, then other extreme people will be "moderates".
Of course, it is impossible for him to pour the pollution of the void into Draenor's Heart of Life here. If he did, I'm afraid he would be expelled from the realm of Holy Light in an instant. Although the Void will definitely give him a supreme reward for corrupting a world with his own hands, the Void Lords who are very good at making troubles will also warmly welcome him to join the Sea of Darkness family.
But how to say it?
Diakum currently has no idea of changing his family. Holy Light treats him quite well.
The problem is that Spriggans people really don't dare to gamble on this matter that concerns their wealth and life.
"So, what about "Red Scourge"?"
Dick looked at the old Spriggans in front of him, who shook his head and said:
"Devolution Spores It can be solved by the blessing of life. However, the spores you are suffering from are contaminated. We have learned this from the messages sent back by plants from various places.
Fel distorts the minions of life and makes them beyond our control. That kind of "Magic Plague" requires special methods to resist. We do not want to see the power of the supreme life being abused by demons and their thugs. However, we need external assistance to eliminate this unplanned epidemic.
Holy Light!
The Holy Light you are waiting for can suppress and purify Fel. Perhaps the combination of the two can make Magic Plague disappear."
"Then act immediately!"
Diakum said:
"Let's get rid of it now, or at least control it."
"Let me state in advance that this is not a concession from the Life Clan!"
Old Spriggans said in an indifferent tone:
"Although we are no longer able to devour the world like our great ancestors did, and although we are getting weaker and weaker as time goes by, the prosperity of those descendants of the giant spirits is based on the continuous squeeze and slaughter of plant communities.
Can't you hear the earth of this world wailing under the trampling of Orcs?
I don't expect you flesh and blood beings to understand the pain of the world, but those Plague Spores that have been spread can effectively curb the growth of Orcs, so that the world destroyed by them can take a breather.
Just like we once destroyed the golden kingdom of Arakkoa.
It is precisely because they wantonly led Sunfire to burn the surface just to build those blasphemous golden cities.
Just like we secretly assisted Orcs in defeating Gorian Ogres.
Their country collapsed and their civilization fell into despair, all because they abused the magic of the invader Titan and wanted to transform Draenor into the paradise of their imagination.
This world has its own will
It's like you keep saying that you want to protect Draenor, but you have never asked whether the world needs your protection?
Just the savage descendants of the invaders.
Do you really think that if you occupy the earth, this world really belongs to you?
We will never allow Titan's minions to invade this world wantonly, just like you! You have the evil things left behind by the ancient invaders!
Draenei, we believe that the great power you serve is not Titan, but what on earth do you want to bring the evil invaders into this sacred place? It's like you are threatening us with the pollution of the void!"
"Stop your method of guiding the seeds in my body to break, Nalagor! Before being assimilated into "Pseudo-Human", I am confident enough to turn this place into a dark nest of void."
Dick took back Twilight Hammer, he said:
"As for these rings."
Under old Spriggans's disgusted and vigilant gaze, Diakum took out the box containing the ring and opened it in front of Evergreen Father. Those Gleam's ring with Titanforged Runes's light looked like the most foul-smelling dog daddy in Spriggans's eyes, making old Spriggans take a few steps back as if he was being smoked.
This reaction made Vigilant blink.
You drama queen Spriggans!
You don't even have a nose, so how could you react so much?
He held the box and said to Nalagor:
"Warrior who protects the world needs strength. The current situation of Draenor is shaped by the Arcane divine power of Titan and the wild power of life. These two forces are the driving force that drives the world forward. We have The Arcane divine power of Titan has been collected and made into a prototype. Now only Heart of Life of Draenor resonates with these rings to bestow the power of the world on the brave Warriors."
"No!"
Old Spriggans crossed his arms and said in a stern tone:
"The ancient beings hate the Titan invaders. If we could, we wouldn't even let Orcs and Ogres go! How can we still fuse the great power with the evil power of the invaders? You are simply talking nonsense!"
"Whether it works or not is not up to you, Nalagor! You are just the "secondary guardian" spawned by the power of life after the death of the three Life Progenitors. You are the leader of Sprigganss, the driver of Primal Thornbeasts, and their demigod, but you cannot represent the Heart of Lifes of Draenors!
It's still beating, it has a will of its own."
Diakum placed the box on the stone in front of him and said:
"For such a major event that determines the direction of the world, shouldn't the final will of Evergrowth Woods be invited to appear and be decided by it?
Don't try to fool me. As the temporary spokesperson of Argus Star Soul, when I awakened the ancient artifact in Auchindoun Sanctuary, I clearly felt that there was a grand ancient will that was attracted to watch that scene.
I know that is Heart of Life from Draenor!
That's why I'm here."
He looked at old Spriggans, his tone became gentle again, and said:
"In addition, I would also like to invite you and the Spriggans of the world to join K'ure Alliance. If you are proud to call yourself the ancient guardian of this world, then you should use your long-term experience to help us Warrior fight against magic.
You may not trust flesh-and-blood beings like us, and that's okay. I don't expect plants' minds to be able to empathize with flesh-and-blood creatures.
But one thing you can't deny!
Fel is killing the world. Whether you are willing or not, you must fight the devil to the end. We have a common enemy.
Perhaps after a long time, the wheel of hatred between Spriggans and Titan Construct will continue to spin, but at least until the devil is defeated, both of us can trust each other and fight the enemy together."
He pointed to the ring in the box that was specially decorated with grass green crystals, and said to the father of Spriggans in front of him:
"This ring was made specifically to heal the world!
It brings together the healing part of the divine power of Titan. If it can resonate with Heart of Life, you can hold it to heal the earth that you think has been trampled and destroyed by Arakkoa, Ogres and Orcs.
You will inlay the Arakkoa Empire Sun Diamond that you destroyed on your own walking stick. That is your contribution to the world. Why would you reject the Titan wreckage left behind after the defeat of the invader djinn?
In your eyes, these divine runes extracted from Gronn are not considered trophies obtained by your great ancestors from defeating the invaders?
Warrior uses the remains of enemies to make trophies. Isn't this a demonstration of his own merit?"
Faced with Diakum's persuasion, old Spriggans remained silent.
Although a "herbal life" like it is endowed with wisdom, it is really difficult for it to follow Vigilant's description at the mental level without a brain.
This is also a characteristic of plant life.
They are tough, powerful, unyielding and stubborn. The war that took place at the beginning of creation can be remembered by these Spriggans until now, even if Ogres and Orcs don't understand them at all. Where they were really born, and they have no idea of the connection between them and Titan, Spriggans still regards these "descendants of Titan" as enemies that must be dealt with.
Even though they themselves are constantly weakening, the Sprigganss are still guided by ancient hatred and quietly come up with outrageous things like "Red Scourge" to curb the enemy's development, but "Red Scourge" cannot infect the strong and inherit The Ogres of Titan Arcane has proved that the control of Life Force by Sprigganss is actually not as good as that of their Invincible ancestors.
Spriggans's "grudge-holding" is evident.
But if they can hold grudges like this, it means that once they form an alliance with Spriggans and develop a friendship between the two parties, these plant life forms, which are more stubborn than rocks, will also remember "friendship" until the day the world is destroyed.
Finally, under Diakum's expectant gaze, old Spriggans shook his head and said:
"We can't give you an answer, although what you said is indeed very reasonable. Even if you K'ure Alliance encounter failure and flee, we Spriggans will definitely fight the demons to the end. Even if there is only the last vine left, we will try to strangle them.
Maybe, we can cooperate.
But as you said, such things cannot be decided by servants like me. If you plan to meet the Heart of Life of the world, then be prepared.
You convinced me to wait, Draenei's Saint, I will give you a chance to see it, but..."
Nalagor hesitated for a moment.
The father of the ancient Spriggans said softly:
"The ancient ancestors hated the Titan invaders. This hatred of the world cannot be resisted by ordinary people. You may be assimilated into one of us the moment you meet us. And even if you survive the erosion of the hatred of the world, when you say that you hope World Heart will bless these Titan evil things, you will most likely be crushed and swallowed by it.
That was the chaotic hatred at the beginning of creation.
It is not guided by wisdom and has almost no logic."
"It doesn't matter."
Diakum touched the Argus Heart ring and said:
"The Supreme Lord I serve will bless me, and I am just His messenger. This is a conversation between two "big men". You and I are both bystanders. But when I meet Heart of Life, can you fulfill your promise?"
My people are suffering, and if you don't want to see the great power of life being twisted by the devil into the corrupted Magic Plague, then you should purify it yourself."
"I'll go take a look later."
Nalagor waved his hand, calling out a vine floating in Primordial Pool of Life where he was, and made a "please" gesture to Diakum, and it said:
"If you unfortunately die during this audience, we will also inform your fellow tribesmen of your death. Speaking of which, when you landed in this world, we have been observing you blue-skinned hoof people.
You value the environment much more seriously than Orcs, Ogres and Arakkoa.
Although you have also built cities, you have not destroyed more nature because of your own survival needs, nor have you asked for more from nature because of your desires.
You are "friends of nature", Draenei.
This is why we are willing to help. There are not many "reasonable" people in this world like you."
"Thank you for your compliment."
Diakum took off his gauntlet and touched the vines in front of him with his hand wearing Argus Heart. He said:
"Protect the environment and nature wholeheartedly, but generously allow other life to obtain the materials they need from nature. When you encounter those villains who wantonly destroy nature, you should also give Thunderfury, Blessed Blade of the Windseeker. It is even rarer that you do it sincerely without any other purpose, and regard it as the morality and belief of your existence.
You are the real "environmentalists"!
Evergreen Father, I believe we can become trustworthy comrades-in-arms, and I also believe that both sides can cooperate perfectly on the anti-magic battlefield."
"Haha, of course. Anyone who dares to chop down our trees will be chopped off by us. This is the law of nature."
Nalagor is very satisfied with the evaluation of Diakum.
They even looked a little happy and proud. This was obviously the first time that a foreigner had evaluated them so fairly.
After all, in the past, Ogres and Orcs said that Spriggans was a bunch of evil bastards and completely unreasonable murderers.
Those idiots simply cannot understand the great responsibility that Spriggans shoulders, nor can they understand the importance of Spriggans's existence to this world.
Vigilant did not respond. The moment he came into contact with the vine, his consciousness was pulled away from his body by a force hidden underground. It was the call of Heart of Life from Draenor, but as Dick said, the Argus Star Soul he was carrying also went with him.
Although Star Soul is now in despair, he cannot allow his children to be bullied by arrogant outsiders.
Old Spriggans could have taken the opportunity to sneak attack on the powerful Holy Light Walker, but it did not do that. Instead, it stared at the rings placed on the stone next to Diakum, and even reached out to touch the artifact specially made for Spriggans.
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It's not because of greedy desire, Spriggans doesn't have that kind of worldly desire.
Nalagor is just out of an "urgency".
My family knows their own affairs, the inheritance of Life Force power in the Draenor world is already very weak, the number of Spriggans communities is also constantly decreasing, and the continued decline of Evergrowth Woods is an unchangeable fact.
Whether Sprigganss like it or not, the prosperity of those "Titans" has become a sign of the future.
They must find new Holy Land before Evergrowth Woods completely withers away. Only in this way can we ensure that life dependents like Spriggans, Podlings and Sporelings can continue to survive in this world for a long time, continue to maintain nature, and continue to protect the environment.
But Sprigganss lack the means to interfere in the evolution of the world.
The inheritance of that ancient power is both a blessing and a shackle. As long as the hatred of the heart of life for this world does not dissipate, the forest elves will not be able to live in harmony with other races.
They are also difficult.
Therefore, the arrival of Draenei Saint may be a God-given "opportunity". If he can really convince Heart of Life to let go of his hatred, Spriggans and other dependents can also benefit from this, and this ring, full of life and healing power, can indeed be Spriggans's means of healing the world as Diakum said.
When it comes to protecting the environment, you can't just rely on the knife in your hand.
But that's the case. As the father of Spriggans, which was born from the power of life, it has no power to interfere with Heart of Life's will. It can only pray that Diakum can successfully complete this conversation.
It did not disturb Vigilant anymore, but stepped away from the depths of the forest.
It walked on the green grassy land, and flowers of various colors bloomed at its feet every step it took. The surrounding trees and plants were saying hello to it. This is the privilege of the "King of Plants". Soon, surrounded by Life Force and the natural breath, it arrived at another part of the forest. Standing under the ancient tree, it looked at the half-Orcs Rexxar in front of it who was comprehending nature by the river.
"Great Evergreen Father, I salute you, old tree."
The powerful War Ancient"Withered Wood" shaped an abstract and ferocious face on the tree trunk, and it whispered:
"This is the child who heard your call. You tried to guide him to become a communication bridge between Spriggans and Mok'Nathal. But the old tree didn't understand. He clearly heard your call, so why did you give up that plan?"
Nalagor has no answer.
After several seconds, it shook its head and said:
"He is a good hunter, which can allow him to enter nature, but he must have a higher will to integrate him into nature. It was a weak attempt on my part, but now we may have a better choice.
Withered Wood
You are so powerful, will you be timid when facing the Fel demon?"
"Hehehe"
The ancient War Ancient let out a deep laugh and said:
"The old trees will hang them, trample them, bury them and then devour them. They are just demons. Can they be stronger than Magnaron?"
Magnaron and their ancestors have not been able to destroy us. Evergreen Father, let the demons come. The descendants of Life Progenitor will teach them not to travel through the forest that belongs to us."
Argus Star Soul wrapped Diakum's will with his own bright beam of light.
Although there are only more than 30,000 nodes composed of Star Soul Will Fragment carried on Dick at this time, which cannot be called a complete "planetary will" at all, this supremely powerful thing cannot be simply judged by its quantity. Its power comes from its own unique existence rather than pure power.
But the will to allow Star Soul to proactively protect his followers so cautiously at this time shows that the Wild Heart in front of them has indeed exceeded the limit that Diakum can deal with at this stage.
After all, it is the originating power of the entire world. Even Defender Aggramar had to take it seriously when it was in its heyday. Although Titan passed by Draenor at that time and did not do it himself, most likely because he was afraid that his own power would accidentally break this fragile world, so he could only pinch a Elemental Stone leader to help him "fight".
Being too strong is indeed a trouble, just like dealing with a group of flies crawling around. A fly swatter is always more effective than a 155 howitzer.
"Since you "transferred" over my spirit, you have been very silent, no matter what situation you encounter, you have not said a word, but I know that you have been observing the world through my eyes, and you are also interested in what happens in the star sea.
Why not give it a "sharp review" once in a while?"
In front of this supernatural realm connected to Draenor Wild Life Heart and filled with green light, Dick said softly:
"Actually, I'm also very curious about the form of everything in Star Soul's eyes. After all, I am also your spokesperson. Our interaction can help me understand my responsibilities better."
"Be careful! Danger it. Hate extreme and need help. Holy Light interferes with communication."
Star Soul scolded him gently.
He has gained wisdom after witnessing countless Eredar's lives. He usually doesn't speak because how can the things that Diakum is dealing with now enter His Dharma eyes?
Do you want to step on an ant nest without your extremely busy parents expressing their opinions?
He didn't speak because there was no need to speak.
When it comes to a critical moment, Argus will appear and Divine Might will appear.
For example, now, when my spokesperson is going to meet the will of another planet, doesn't he take time out of his busy schedule to show up for such a formal occasion?
And as Diakum goes further and further in Holy Light, those endowed Force powers are indeed interfering with Star Soul's observation of Vigilant. He is quite helpless about this. He can't blame Holy Light for loving his children too much, right?
Shouldn't any parent be happy that their child is so loved by the Force?
"So, do you also think I went too far in Holy Light?"
Dick got the answer from Star Soul. He was silent for a moment and whispered:
"If you still have the strength, you might as well give a little help to that embarrassing old crow that has been following us secretly. It looks like it won't be able to hold on any longer.
It is really difficult for a weak demigod to come to see his angry "ancestor", but to be able to sneak in at the risk of being torn apart in order to confirm the current situation of his beloved shows that his loyal love is indeed worthy of your blessing."
Star Soul said nothing, but randomly separated a wisp of satin-like blue luster and fell on the mind of Old Anzu behind him, making Midnight Raven God, who was under so much pressure that he was about to explode on the spot, instantly feel relaxed.
It also gave it a clearer understanding of what Diakum carries.
Hey, luckily I didn't choose to fight to the end when I had a conflict with Vigilant. Otherwise, with the exaggeration of this supreme power, if I glared at myself, wouldn't I be afraid that I would explode on the spot?
Vigilant said before that in the war of "Force Conflict", demigods like himself were nothing more than high-level cannon fodder. Now it seems that he was right. In front of him, Wild Heart, who has been weakening for hundreds of thousands of years, is far beyond the power of a demigod. Such a powerful force is as heavy as the entire world.
They finally saw it.
There is no entity, only a primitive spore community, not even as clear as a forest.
All kinds of primitive plants are gathered here like a hodgepodge, but those plants are constantly growing and withering to create a real beating heart, dotted with all the flowers that have appeared in the entire world but have become extinct.
Its roots penetrate into the earth and extend to every corner of the world.
Every storm is its breath, every landslide is its roar, every tsunami is its cry.
It is closely related to this world, and every living life that is still in action is its continuation. However, it does not love them, but viciously curses the prosperous civilization of this world to perish.
All because it is not its child
In other words, it is not its own child.
The power from Titan invaders hundreds of thousands of years ago interrupted its glorious promotion. It should have made its voice in the sea of stars in a more noble manner, but now it can only sit in this ghost place and let itself slowly wither in time, like a dying old man who is full of hatred for the entire world.
It looked at the three visitors in front of it indifferently.
Diakum and Anzu are not worth mentioning, they are just despicable and inferior beings.
But the invisible soul of Argus forced it to temporarily put away all its anger and dissatisfaction, and express its respect and grievances in the most decent manner to the highest thing that could be born in the sea of stars!
"Quick, is it crying?"
Old Anzu heard Wild Heart's mournful cry in a trance, and it cautiously said to Diakum:
"Why is it crying?"
"It is complaining, it is complaining, it is begging the soul of Argus to seek justice for it, all because it was rudely and cruelly strangled to death by Titan in its cradle before it was fully born.
It is unable to fight against those in charge of Arcane Force, and it can only swallow this sigh of relief after being bullied.
However, the Lord I serve has the strength to plead this tragedy."
Diakum said softly:
"But our hometown has actually suffered the same bullying as this world. It was Aggramar who interrupted Draenor's promotion, and he may still be defeated. What we faced at the beginning was Sargeras. In front of such Fel Overmind, who can uphold justice for us?"
"No wonder you are full of selfless kindness to our world. I once thought it was just because you are a Holy Light enthusiastic person. Now it seems that part of the reason for your selfless help is because of "sympathizing with the same people"?"
Anzu said in a strange tone:
"But have you ever thought about a problem? If the passing Titan had not interrupted Draenor's ancestor promotion, there would be no way we would be here now."
"So, it is completely reasonable for Draenor and Life Progenitor to hate you now. Shut up. The two big guys are talking. We, the minions, have no place to talk here."
Diakum interrupted Anzu's whisper. He pointed to Wild Life Heart in front of him, who was surrounded by dead vines in the supernatural realm, and said:
"Go, touch it with piety and humility, and pray to it. As an individual with a lofty status in the field of Life Force, it is not difficult to help you temporarily overcome the barriers of Life and Death and let you see the sight of Ardenweald.
But I still say the same thing.
Don't hold out too much hope that you can get her back anytime soon.
That's unrealistic. The Overmind in that dead zone is an out-and-out "little fairy with princess disease". She lacks the Iron Will and sufficient sense of responsibility that a leader should have, because her slow reaction has affected Life and Death's balance.
Rukhmar is just one of countless victims.
I wish you can find your wife in the Holy Land of the dead land. Go quickly and don't let her spend this night alone thinking about you, old crow."
PS:
It's the third update, and the word count is slowly being adjusted.