"Ahem, Ms. Draka, can you still hold on?"
In the Lower City district of Shattrath City, where the infected people gathered, Hutton, leaning on a cane, asked softly:
"Do you want me to use the power of the elements to help you resist weakness?"
"I can still hold on, and so can my child. Go'el is very strong, and he will definitely become a great Orcs leader."
Draka, whose face was covered with gray spots, struggled to get up from her daze. The next moment she was frightened by the person in front of her. She rubbed her eyes and wondered if she had seen it wrong.
"Hutton Executive Officer, why have you shrunk?"
Orcs The heroine really couldn't think of any adjectives to use to describe the Grand Executor Haddon in front of her. The latter's originally strong body had become rickety today, and her size was much smaller. This made her realize a rather terrifying possibility, and she exclaimed:
"You are transforming to Broken? But aren't you still insisting?"
"The tenacity of the spirit cannot withstand the gradual changes of the body. We Eredar are very sensitive to external energy. This is how we suffer erosion. Don't worry, I have convinced myself to accept my fate calmly."
Hutton let out a deep laugh, a little light appeared in his cloudy eyes, and said:
"Although I can no longer feel the comfort of Holy Light, at least the elements have not left me. Perhaps because it is more pure, my control over the elements has become stronger. Haha, maybe this is some kind of "blessing"?"
"Please stop making such hellish jokes!"
Draka said loudly:
"Once leaders like you become Broken, your people wait, there's a voice next to you! There! Right in the corner."
She struggled to grab the hand ax that she never left behind, and Hutton also turned around in surprise.
In the corner of the room, as the two people watched in surprise, a weed was growing at an unimaginable speed, like an explosion of Life Force, which eventually turned the weed into a vine, and formed a "Little Forest Sprite" through the entanglement and shaping.
The latter moved his body and walked over, with a strange smile on his stiff face. Then he stretched out his hands, letting tiny vines spread out and connect to the wrists of Hutton and Draka.
Just like "Suspended Thread Diagnosis".
It uses this method to view the specific situation of "Magic Plague".
After a while, the little Spriggans retracted the vine, waved his hand, and motioned for the two of them to follow.
Hutton helped the weak Draka out of the room. In the square in front of them, there were infected people everywhere being guided out of the rest area by various "Plant People". In the center of the square, a big pot had been set up.
A tall Spriggans kept picking up ingredients from various herbs held high by Podlings beside him, and threw them into the pot for cooking. Various birds flying from the sky also threw the plants and trees they picked into the pot, and even some things that were difficult to comment on.
For example, some kind of soil-laden stems and some kind of wild beast's daddy.
In short, many strange ingredients were added to the pot to give the pot of medicinal soup a strange smell.
Everyone was watching this scene until a few minutes later, when the medicinal soup was boiled, the tall Spriggans picked up the bowl and poured a spoonful into it, then raised the strangely colored medicinal soup towards the crowd.
Magic Plague, which was modified by Polluter himself, is not easy to clean. It requires constant attempts to cure it.
It now needs a drug tester who is not afraid of death.
While everyone was watching hesitantly, Hutton, who had already shown signs of Broken, strode forward, took the medicinal soup, put it under his nose and sniffed, and then his facial features wrinkled together at the strange smell.
He glanced at Spriggans.
Spriggans also stared at him expressionlessly, his eyes blinking as if to say:
"Drink, drink, this is your destiny."
"So, what's the price? My old life?"
Grand Executor Haddon Looking at the bubbling viscous medicine in the bowl, he complained softly, raised his head and drank it.
Diakum That child has found a "doctor" for them.
Although these Spriggans seem very unreliable, since they are all here, they definitely cannot be to complete another "massacre", so let's drink this bowl of magic potion in the name of a healthy future.
"Quack."
Anzu let out a nervous neigh, folded its wings with a timid look, and cautiously approached Wild Heart, who was surrounded by dead vines in front of him. Diakum hid behind and watched Anzu's actions.
He had to confirm that there was no problem after Anzu touched Wild Heart before he could step forward and touch it.
This is not to deliberately use Old Anzu as cannon fodder for the thunder. The main reason is that Anzu and Draenor's Heart have a "incense relationship", even if Wild Heart Even if you refuse its request for help, it will not be harmed, but you are a real outsider. Considering Draenor's Heart's previous tragic experience of being "beaten up by outsiders and eventually dying tragically", you really don't know what problems will happen if you touch it rashly.
Although my "parents" are here, if the wild life full of hatred really goes all out, my current small and semi-divine body will really be a bit unbearable.
As he watched, Anzu touched Heart of Life with its wings. Then the old crow let out a piercing scream that startled Dick. He hurriedly stepped forward to pull it out, but before he could do anything, he heard Anzu roar:
"Don't! Don't touch me! I just felt the pain when I crossed the realm of life and death. Ardenweald I saw it! Thank you Draenor, my ancestor, for helping me see those spiritual seeds, quack!
Demigods in all realms of life in the entire star sea!
They will go there after death, where they sleep, waiting for the selection of Winter Queen. But the garden, Soulseed Garden, withered.
No!
That damn malfeasance!
She interrupted the cycle of life. Curse her, peck her to death!"
"Stop scolding, hurry up and find Rukhmar! You are a living person. Even with the help of Life Progenitor, your spirit cannot wander in the dead realm for a long time."
Diakum reminded loudly:
"Find her quickly! Rukhmar is the spirit of fire, and her spiritual seed should be hot. There are not many such spiritual seeds in Ardenweald, so it should be easy to find."
"Hey, this god is looking for me. There are too many, too many! How many demigods are there waiting to be resurrected? There are too many, just like the stars in the sky. They are everywhere and no one is taking care of them."
Anzu has entered some kind of "fugue" state.
It is really trying hard to find its wife's spiritual seed, but its power cannot be used by Holy Land like Ardenweald. It can only rely on the most primitive visual search, and the place is very big. Anzu can't find the right path for the first time.
It can feel its time disappearing minute by second, which makes Old Anzu croak in panic but can't find a solution.
"Amazing Diakum! Are you just watching from the side? Think of a way, I can act as a horse for you! Charge is in the battle for you, help me! Help me find my wife!"
It roared.
As expected of Midnight Raven God, he quickly thought of a way to break the situation. When faced with the request for help, "Magical Dick" hesitated, gritted his teeth, grabbed Anzu's wings and said to it:
"We can only ask for "off-site support", hurry up! Call Bwonsamdi!"
"Who is that?"
Anzu asked, and Dick said helplessly:
"The worst bastard Death you can think of. Its domain is in another world, but it has its own territory in Ardenweald. It is doing well and is a "enthusiastic person". It will be willing to help you find Rukhmar."
But Anzu, let me remind you, Bwonsamdi is a real asshole!
If you ask it for help, you will definitely have to pay a price, and it will definitely be a heavy price that you may regret for the rest of your life."
"How can I care about this or that now?"
Old Anzu was also willing to risk everything. He didn't care about what he had to pay in the future. Finding a wife was the most important thing at the moment, so under Diakum's magical trick, this guy used the posture of a wandering spirit body to shout "Bwonsamdi, come and help me" at the top of his voice in the unfamiliar Ardenweald.
The movement was not small, and there was indeed a response very quickly.
"Oops, old Bwonsamdi is sleeping in the Other Side today, why do some ignorant foreign dogs disturb me? Don't you know that old Bwonsamdi has a bad temper?"
A strange voice appeared in front of Anzu, and a strange mask in the style of Trolls popped out of the dark Spirit Fire. It circled around Anzu several times, and then he said in amazement:
"Ah, the sun is really out in the west. How come there is an earthly demigod sneaking into the territory of our dead? Where did you come from, the ugly crow named Delia? Did you come to our Ardenweald to beg for food?
Well, first let old Bwonsamdi lend your eyes to see what the situation is like over there.
Don't move!
I will only help you if I satisfy old Bwonsamdi's curiosity, otherwise there is no need to talk!"
Under the threat of this guy, Old Anzu could only let it hover over his own spirit with its extremely cold consciousness, and let this foreign god of death borrow his own eyes to observe here.
Trolls The God of Death glanced over and saw a man with blue leather hoofs looking at it curiously, but old Bwonsamdi didn't intend to pay attention to him.
Hey, a long-tailed Holy Gun idiot from a strange race is nothing worth caring about.
It controlled Anzu's mental body to raise its head, intending to see what was going on here, and then it noticed Wild Heart of Draenor. This thing startled Bwonsamdi, and it screamed:
"Look what Bwonsamdi, the lonely old man Trolls, found! Oh my God, a dead Life Progenitor! This world is so lucky, but also so unlucky. Tsk, how pitiful, Life Pantheon could have used this to create an extra cosmic god.
But now there's nothing left but a hateful carcass."
Just when Bwonsamdi was talking nonsense, Diakum noticed that Argus Star Soul also turned his attention.
"Huh? What is this? The demigods from the Dead Realm are so noisy?"
The spirit of Argus spoke.
Trolls, who was originally laughing loudly at the miserable experience of Draenor, turned his head tremblingly like a chicken with its neck strangled. When it noticed the image of Argus wrapped around World Light, it let out a terrified scream like a big-ass chick who encountered a robber in a dark alley.
"Ah! Master Star Soul has appeared! No! Don't capture me and make me a slave!"
"Whoosh"
This bully quickly fled back to his home in Ardenweald and remained silent no matter how Old Anzu called him.
But old Bwonsamdi was obviously a troublemaker and had promised to help before, so before he was frightened and hid back home, he gave Anzu the coordinates and let it fly over. Finally, it found Rukhmar's spiritual seed on a cliff near the heart of the blazing blue Feywild Forest.
That is a seed.
But because of the spirit body, it presents a mysterious and beautiful blue color, which looks like a gem with concentrated energy. And because of the fire spirit attribute of Rukhmar, this surprisingly large spiritual species is also surrounded by a warm halo of Sunflare.
Unlike those spiritual species that are not taken seriously, Rukhmar is obviously well taken care of by the "locals" of Ardenweald.
They even knitted a very comfortable spirit seed bag for Rukhmar's spirit seed and made it look like a bird's nest so that she could float in the air. There was even a clever Night Fae fairy who knitted a beautiful garland for Rukhmar and put it on her spirit seed.
When Old Anzu approached with tears streaming down his face, a ball of fire also surged from the spiritual seed.
Surrounding Anzu's spiritual body like a warm embrace, sticking to it, whispering long-lost whispers to it, soothing Old Anzu's lonely and lonely dog-licking heart.
Old Anzu's attention was entirely on Rukhmar's spiritual seed. However, Diakum, who could get a glimpse of Ardenweald's scenery through its observation, noticed another spiritual seed in the dark place under the cliff not far away.
When Old Anzu was reluctant to leave when time ran out, Dick reminded:
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"Look there! Sethe's spiritual seed is also correct. My previous guess is correct. You Arakkoa Gods are quite valued in Ardenweald. Perhaps because of the same place of origin, Sethe's spiritual seed is also placed here.
You must be prepared. When Rukhmar is resurrected in the future, Sethe will also come back with it.
It will never let go of you who killed it."
"Gah! Let it come! I can eat it the first time, and of course I can eat it the second time!"
After confirming that his wife was "alive" and doing well in another world, Old Anzu's morale exploded. When it returned to the supernatural realm of Wild Heart, it flapped its wings and shouted:
"Rukhmar told me the principle of spiritual seed resurrection. You are right, ah, those dead demigods will be resurrected after the seeds are planted in Winter Queen's Soulseed Garden, and return to the material universe according to the direction of their hometown.
However, if my hometown is gone, my Rukhmar will have to stay in the world of death forever.
Protecting this world means protecting my lover's way home, phew! I know what to do!
No matter it's Felblood Orcs or the devil!
Even if they block this god's life, they can't even think of destroying this world, they can't even think of preventing Sun God from returning! Anyone who makes this world suffer, this god will not let go! Gua!"
"But you can't stop those malicious intentions."
Diakum shook his head. However, at this moment, Old Anzu issued a gentle tone that made Saint's hair stand on end. It said:
"Wouldn't it be better if we died in battle? If we will be assigned to the same place after death, doesn't it mean that I can also be with my Rukhmar as a spiritual seed."
"Stop it!"
Vigilant slapped the crazy Old Anzu on the head, and he scolded:
"Wake up! Rukhmar will be treated well by Ardenweald's group of "face dog" goblins because she is noble and powerful, but if you find a mirror and look at your own appearance, it is shadowy and void. If you really go there, you will probably only be worthy of sitting at the same table as Sethe.
This licking dog is really hopeless, and don't forget, that's Bwonsamdi's territory over there! You still owe that naughty ghost a favor, he will come to you sooner or later to ask for it.
Be prepared, Bwonsamdi's favor is not easy to repay."
As he spoke, he turned around and looked at Wild Heart from Draenor. After the conversation between Star Soul and it came to an end, Diakum knew that it was time for him to come forward.
He stepped forward with respect, touched the Heart of Life wrapped in withered vines, and said:
"I can't say without shame that I understand your resentment. Being strangled to death in your cradle by a passing Titan before you were fully born must have been an extremely painful experience. It's natural for you to hate this world that was born due to Titan's interference.
However, when those rock lives turned into strong flesh and blood, your life force was also at work. The main theme of this world has always been the entangled confrontation between the power of Titan and the power of life. You have never given up on taking back the world that belongs to you, so those lives can also be regarded as a continuation of your struggle.
They are all your children.
Under the leadership of me, an outsider, they have formed K'ure Alliance, vowing to fight to the end the enemies who want to destroy this world. They are protecting themselves, but they are also protecting you.
This world was born because of you. This world is the continuation of your will and echo. Just like the burnt ashes, Eredar is also struggling to wait for rekindling in the sea of stars.
You have one last chance to bloom"
Diakum took a step back, opened his arms, and said loudly:
"I heard that there is a legend of "World Tree" in a distant world. Maybe Draenor also needs such a World Tree. The living groups that thrive in this world need to realize where they come from. Only by knowing where they come from can they find where to go.
I know very well that K'ure Alliance was formed just because we have a common enemy.
This kind of unity under heavy pressure is only temporary. Once the demon recedes, this alliance with many internal contradictions may fall apart in an instant. By then, the entire Draenor world will fall into the flames of conquest again.
I relied on my personal power to suppress this dispute. I know that K'ure Alliance's current unity is more because I am still the leader. They are afraid of my punishment and choose to unite.
But I won't be here forever.
What will happen to this world after I'm gone?
The miracles created by individual bravery end when individuals die, and they must realize why they are fighting for the seeds of unity to take root.
There is no Star Soul in Draenor, but you can also have your own World Will here!
That's you!
Only you are qualified enough to become the core of the world and become the shining banner that inspires Sons of Draenor to fight to the death! As long as you are still there, this strong world will never fall!
They will also shoulder greater missions in the future!"
Vigilant Looking at the beating Heart of Life in front of me, it has been weak for too long. The dead vines surrounding it represent that it has actually reached the end of its demise.
Heart of Life needs a chance to rise from the ashes.
The premise is that it can let go of its hatred of the world itself, choose to truly integrate with it, and borrow the nutrients of the entire Draenor to support its last bloom, which also means that it will embrace the world and become the true will of Draenor.
As Diakum said, when the world speaks, Child of the World and World Enemy had better listen.
"Listen to him"
The soul of Argus also spoke at this time:
"He saved me. He will save you. You are about to die. But your revenge has not been avenged! Aggramar. Right here in Argus! Your enemy is in Eredar's hometown! My children will eventually return to their hometown and take back their Legacy and the world, where the corrupted Aggramar will face them.
Draenor.
I promise you revenge!
When they return home, I promise your descendants will accompany them!"
"Aggramar!!!"
If Diakum's persuasion only made Heart of Life of Draenor shaken, then the promise of revenge given by Argus completely ignited the unquenchable hatred of Wild Heart, who was full of hatred.
At this moment, not only in this green supernatural space, but all the plants and Sprigganss in the entire Evergrowth Woods, and even Rexxar who was comprehending nature there, heard the roar of Wild Heart.
It shouts the name of the enemy.
It seems that new power has been drawn from the ancient hatred, like a weak fire suddenly bursting at this moment.
This is it.
This is the other side of Life Force quantity.
Never be kind, never forget! Always wild, always cruel! Even if it is hatred, the other party will have to pay with blood!
The fact that Draenor can give birth to a freak like Orcs, who plays with anger like a talent, is most likely inseparable from the source of this wild Life Force.
As the saying goes, it doesn't mean that one family does not belong to the same family. If you look at how extreme Orcs's ancestors are, you can probably understand why Orcs always shouts "If you don't win, you will die" and then launch one Waaaagh after another.
"I can no longer travel far, so let this world turn into a blade of revenge!"
The heart surrounded by withered vines beat again, and it roared:
"Children of the world, those traitors. I will give them the ancient fury! Revenge! Revenge against the Titan invaders!!! Whoever dares to disturb this "Vengeance Expedition" is the enemy of Draenor!"
"Uh, okay."
Diakum sighed and said:
"Although it is not the same as the persuasion I imagined, at least you can nod. Then, welcome to join K'ure Alliance, Your Excellency."
"You should also turn into a revenge blade, Draenei!"
Diakum heard Wild Heart's order to him.
At the same time, he felt that the seed in his body was growing and "melting" at a rapid rate.
"Fel has polluted your supreme lord. Order is eager to capture him. Even your Holy Light is coveting it. However, Argus must be free! He must choose his own future with his own hands! You are his guard and must protect him from our disasters.
Those who feel the same pain and are humiliated also have the power to resist.
Go fight!
To the devil, to Titan, to all the thieves who covet your hometown!"
The wild world full of hate roared at Vigilant:
"You were once "Light Butcher", now, you are the Trampling Hoof of wild life! I grant you this ancient wrath, no longer bow to them! No longer bow to those abominable True God of Order!"
"Huh?!"