"I'll just take a nap"
General Staghelm, whose sleep was interrupted, sighed, and sitting across from him was Diakum, who looked embarrassed.
It's really not his fault!
Mainly because I just broke into the door and saw the classic "suicide scene". Who wouldn't want to be wrong?
And you, the elf general, are outrageous!
Isn't it just insomnia? Why are you still using Sleep Potion, and you still have to pretend to die peacefully, and you don't even look at what Cenarion Hold looks like now!
Can you still sleep like this?
At your age and in this situation, how do you manage to sleep?
"Okay, I know you mean well, and I can't blame you. Your Excellency Maraad must have misunderstood. I locked myself in the command room to write a top-secret report."
Vastann Staghelm smiled bitterly, touched his rough skin, sighed and said:
"I hesitated for a long time before I decided to report what happened here to Black Crow King. After the letter was sent, I decided to take a short break in the long Mental Attrition. After all, my Archdruid father has taught me since I was a child that maintaining a good sleep is the best way to maintain the spirit."
He paused and said:
"Furthermore, the current situation in the fortress is no longer something I can restore with my orders. Warriors' hearts have collapsed along with their dignity. The vicious plague tortures our bodies but targets our souls.
The demons succeeded, and Shifting Sands Guardian collapsed almost overnight.
Let alone fighting, my Warriors have become walking zombies.
They would rather die in battle than see themselves now. Trolls? Why Trolls! Then why did the damn plague turn us from our noble form into the barbaric Trolls?"
Diakum really wants to say that this is how the code of Flesh Degradation is written. This kind of thing must be traced back to the source.
Life Force's vicious methods must also follow biological principles to be effective. If the elves can really be turned into Goblin, it will not be a plague but a magical curse.
On the other hand, if it is really just a simple curse, it is absolutely impossible to cause such a terrifying group mental collapse effect among the strong elves. Now, the elves are forced to face the "truth" that they have resisted for more than 10,000 years.
All I can say is that lies won't hurt, the truth is the sharpest knife.
It's a pity that he couldn't say it, or even hint at the affinity between the elves and Trolls, otherwise General Staghelm, who was sighing in front of him, would definitely grab that cool sword and launch a battle against Vigilant to safeguard the dignity of the race. Mak'gora.
This thing is the "political correctness" of the elves, a racial bottom line that cannot be touched. Its level of provocation is basically equivalent to calling an old Chinese a "little boy". When you say this, you have to be prepared to face "Skullcrushing Hand".
Therefore, Dick decided to bypass this topic.
He glanced at General Staghelm's arm that had been broken for a thousand years but was slowly healing itself, and thought that Dark Troll's self-healing ability was outrageous.
"The problem now is that deserters have appeared in the fortress, and I am basically certain that Warrior were bewitched by the dark power hidden in Silithus Desert when they had a mental breakdown.
You have been stationed here for thousands of years, and you should be well aware that there are some sick things hidden in this desert.
It claims to the collapse that it can bring back what was lost."
Diakum glanced at Vastann Staghelm, who had a subtle expression, and said:
"The scariest thing is that it can indeed do this. So, General, how are you going to deal with the large-scale defections that are bound to happen next? Let me ask more directly, is the reason why you want to take the deep sleep potion because you also heard the whisper in the dark?"
"I"
Vastan gritted his teeth. This action revealed his fangs that were also growing. He stroked the strange crystal war sword in his hand that symbolized thousands of years of merit and said:
"I listened, Thousand-Eyed Demon whispered to me, and it promised me that it could break the devil's humiliation of us, and that it could bring back our lost noble posture. We only need us to kneel down and pray to it, and become its followers in the darkness.
But I rejected it!"
The sturdy elf general said sternly:
"Thousands of years ago War of the Shifting Sands was the war waged by the Kaldorei Moon Goddess Kingdom and its shameless servants. With the help of our noble allies, we drove Qiraji back to their dark lair at the cost of heavy casualties.
I lost too many companions in that battle, and their heroic spirits were watching me among the branches of World Tree.
I would rather maintain this cursed appearance than allow myself to sink to the point of bowing down to the enemy.
However.
My morals and vows can only restrain myself, just as I firmly believe that even if I really become a pathetic Trolls, my wife, children, and my parents will never give up on me. The bonds of family affection protect my firm will.
But other people, I can't guarantee that other people are as determined as I am."
General Staghelm stood up and looked at the endless yellow sand by the window with a hint of worry and urgency. He whispered:
"What I'm more worried about is that such dark whispers will spread throughout the Moon Goddess Kingdom. How can we ask civilians to have the same firm mind as Warrior? With just a little temptation, there may be a few more tragedies of family destruction and death.
Magic Plague
This vicious disaster must be cured immediately. I heard from Mr. Maraad that you have a cure for Magic Plague?"
"Yes, Forest Sprite Sage has come to Azeroth. Those Archdruid who went to Draenor to study due to accidents are also learning the secret techniques of controlling Devolution Spores in my second hometown."
Vigilant replied:
"They will return soon. If Black Crow King wants to end the disaster as soon as possible, perhaps they should be more proactive in sending people to the Eastern Continent to contact Forest Sprite Sage.
Kaldorei elves live in harmony with nature. You and Spriggans are all dependents of life. As long as we get the method, the spread of Magic Plague in Kalimdor will be quickly curbed, but you, with all due respect, you may become "victims."
The results of Flesh Degradation are irreversible."
General Staghelm fell silent, and you could taste his sadness at this moment without using words.
"Saint, Black Crow King's envoys have arrived at the fortress."
Yrel shouted outside the door:
"The visitor has a bad temper and claims that he is the father of General Staghelm. Even though we told him that there is a plague rampant in the fortress, he still insists. Oh! Don't go there, let your son wear a mask to cover up!"
"Get out of the way, hoof man! That's my son!"
A roaring voice sounded outside the door. The door that had just been blocked by a door panel was damaged twice. A tall old Druid with a long beard and body dotted with vines and flowers rushed in.
Diakum was surprised to see that Old Staghelm had the same "antlers" on his forehead as Malfurion in his memory.
This means that Fandral Staghelm in this timeline has also been loved by the power of nature, has been deeply involved in the path of Druid, and even produced this "advanced alienation" due to the convergence of Life Force.
"Oh, my son! Why are you treated so horribly!"
When Old Staghelm saw his son's "ugly" Trolls posture, this old man with a fiery temper but who loved his family suddenly collapsed. He threw himself on Vastan and cried, and hurriedly took out the various holy objects he had brought in an attempt to "exorcise" his son, leaving General Staghelm helpless.
The good news is that Old Staghelm did not alienate his son because of his Flesh Degradation.
The bad news is, Dad! Can you please be more assertive? You are a Archdruid after all, but you cry like this, which makes me lose face in front of new friends!
Old Staghelm did not come alone.
Obviously, the previous secret report sent by General Staghelm to Black Crow King attracted enough attention.
Behind Fandral Staghelm, several elves dressed as spellcasters hurried over. After they witnessed Magic Plague's final stage of degradation, the hands and feet of these graceful elf mages became cold for a moment.
They underestimated the "viciousness" of Magic Plague.
When I think that the entire Kaldorei country will have many more "Dark Troll" like this in the future, these mages are really eager to kill.
"Quick!"
Leaders Black Crow King Special Envoy, Moon Guard Honorary Commander Lathorius Master shouted with trembling fingers:
"Quickly send a message to His Majesty Kur'talos, and immediately send people to the Eastern Continent to contact Spriggans! All affairs in the kingdom are not important now! The infection of Magic Plague must be controlled immediately, at all costs!
Oh my god, Elune, this is really scary."
"There's no need to worry so much."
Diakum reminded from the side:
"Cenarion Hold and Shifting Sands Guardian were the first elves to be infected. According to the records of my disciples, they only appeared in the tragic form of Flesh Degradation to Dark Troll about forty-five days after being infected.
Judging from the pattern of Magic Plague spreading out, Kaldorei currently has at least twenty days left to save itself.
If you act efficiently enough, you should be able to stop all this before the people degenerate into Dark Troll."
"Lie! What are you implying?"
Master Lathorius is a Highborne, but a life of ten thousand years is enough for him to integrate into Kaldorei society.
His beard was trembling with anger, and he glared at the vicious "human being". If the situation at this time did not allow it, Grand Magus would have to stand up and teach this unscrupulous human being a lesson.
What does "degradation to Dark Troll form" mean?
Listen to what you said. Are you implying that there is a genetic relationship between elves and Trolls?
I think you really need to eat "Starfall"!
"Spriggans are also life dependents, right? Have they been exposed to the concepts in Emerald Dream before?"
Master Fandral Staghelm, who took a long time to regain his composure under the comfort of his son, asked carefully. After receiving a confirmation reply, Archdruid, who is very decisive in everything except his family, said in a deep voice:
"It's too slow to contact by other methods! I want to open a road across the dreamland here, directly connected to the area called "Elwynn Forest", and connect Forest Sprite Sage to our forest in the fastest way.
If you are a real life dependent, you can naturally embark on the road of dreams.
Master Lathorius, please send a message to Mount Hyjal immediately.
Invite Emerald Heart and other Archdruid to join me in action, open multiple paths to dreams, and bring more Spriggans over. You are right, nothing is more important at this time than the approaching disaster.
Once this matter is not handled properly, the people's spirit will fall into the darkest collapse."
After saying that, Old Staghelm turned around and patted his son on the shoulder, and said:
"I will definitely save you, Vastan. Even if I risk my father's life, I will definitely cure your curse!"
In addition, the temptation of the words of darkness you mentioned is indeed a problem. It seems that the warning of "Raven Prophet" to Black Crow King is correct. At this dangerous moment, the Dark Familia who failed thousands of years ago are starting to make moves again.
Then let's play War of the Shifting Sands again!
This time, we must bury them completely no matter what."
"Ouch"
Just when Black Crow King's special envoy made a decision and prepared to take action, a sharp hiss sounded from the window of the headquarters.
Dick turned around and saw Neri's battle pet "Holy Sun" standing there flapping its hot wings. It held a Arcanite Crystal in its mouth for recording.
Vigilant stepped forward to take the crystal and lit it, and Neri's serious voice sounded from it:
"Dick, bring people to Southwind Village quickly! The Fallen are active here, the situation is out of control, many elves have been bewitched, and they are performing terrible sacrifices."
"I'll go with you, Archdruid stay here and open the dream path."
Master Lathorius and his entourage were the eyes sent here by Black Crow King. He could not turn a blind eye to the people's difficulties, so he quickly boarded their respective speedy Hippogryph and followed Sunwing into the air across the windy sand of Silithus.
By the time they arrived at Southwind Village, which was closer to the giant black beetle wall, the battle here had already begun.
Neri and Aegwynn are being besieged by a group of strange-looking "bug-men", and many bewitched elves are also fighting against them.
Highborne Grand Magus, who was casting spells in the air, quickly noticed that Aegwynn was the "Raven Prophet" who acted roughly that day, but then his attention was attracted by the elves wrapped in the shadows.
"Have they recovered?"
He exclaimed:
"The evil god in the darkness really saved them from the torture of Fel?"
"It's just a reshaping of Curse of Flesh's body."
Diakum took out Kazzak's Soul Staff from high in the air and smashed Holy Word: Chastise downwards, blasting the fierce Qiraji Lord into the forbidden demon, and then was Neri pierced the wings with a series of storm arrows, causing the guy to crash into the desert in a panic. Holy Halo burst out in circles, stimulating the elves who embraced the void to scream loudly.
He said calmly:
"In desperation, they replaced their own curse with another curse and returned to the body appearance of an elf. The price was that their souls had fallen into the shadow of the void, and the moonlight of Elune could no longer shine on them."
The battle ended quickly.
The one who came to Southwind Village to "preach" was just one Qiraji Lord. The strength of the upper legend and the blessing of the power of the void made it powerful in destructive power, making it a tyrant in other places. But at this time, facing the exaggerated lineup of Vigilant+Aegwynn in front of us, it was considered extremely lucky to be able to leave a whole corpse behind.
"This guy is extremely intelligent and can even speak Elvish."
After Dick landed, Neri used a skinning knife to dissect Qiraji Lord's body while saying:
"Is this what Qiraji will look like after it "evolves"? Except for insect limbs and insect wings, it has almost no similarity with its insect compatriots. How did it evolve?"
"Curse of Flesh, magical, right?"
Diakum reminded:
"Put away its emblem. Insect wings and limbs are good materials that can be used to make weapons and protective gear, as well as its robe. Don't you think it's actually quite beautiful?"
"Eh~"
Archbishop Nali immediately made a sound of disgust, observed it carefully for a few times, then shook his head and said:
"The style is indeed classic, but it leaks too much. Do you like this style?"
"I don't like it, I'm just expressing my opinion."
Vigilant immediately denied it, then coughed and pretended to be a gentleman, and quickly walked towards the captured Void believers.
They were restrained by Aegwynn on the edge of the battlefield, and they were all still wearing Shifting Sands Guardian's armor. They were obviously deserters who had disappeared from the fortress.
"Master! Look, the great Thousand-Eyed Demon has given us new life!"
The commander was restrained, but he still shouted in a feverish tone to Grand Magus who was interrogating him:
"The humiliation Magic Plague brought to us has been eliminated! We have returned to the noble elf form. We are not Trolls! We cannot be Trolls! You are also infected with Magic Plague, right?
Although you try your best to hide it, your weakness cannot be hidden from me.
I have experienced this process. Soon, your skin will become dry, fangs will grow in your mouth, and all your charm will disappear. You will suffer in despair in the dark, calling the name of Elune, but Moon Goddess has abandoned us!
She won't come to save us!
When you wake up in the darkness, Grand Magus Lathorius is already dead, replaced by a humble Dark Troll. No light can shine on you unless you embrace Him like us!"
The commander shouted like a pig being slaughtered:
"I know you are watching! I know you are listening! People of Southwind Village don't have to hide in their houses and be shy to see people! The devil has cast a curse, but the void brings healing.
Either give up your dignity and become Trolls in the ridicule of your compatriots, or embrace the void and become noble again in the darkness. Make your choice, there is no third option."
"Poof"
The fanatical shouting came to an abrupt end as the sharp Arcane blade cut, and the elf whose spine was cut fell into a pool of his own blood. The hot wind in the desert became even colder.
Grand Magus Lathorius seemed to be very cold, and his arms were shaking.
Diakum heard him muttering to himself when he got close:
"Not just Kaldorei, other elves will become like this. Azshara will kill us all after waking up. We have messed up her people. Oh my god. The darkest day in the history of elves has arrived."
Vigilant reached out and patted Grand Magus on the shoulder without saying anything. When he raised his head, he keenly saw the frightened eyes on Gleam in the windows of the dead Southwind Village.
It looked like a group of desperate Dark Trolls saw the indifferent elves who came to surround and kill them. It was like a scene that had happened countless times in the past countless years.
"This is the devil's conspiracy to provoke civil strife among you!"
Aegwynn said loudly:
"Don't be deceived by them, don't raise the butcher knife against your compatriots, they just changed their appearance, their souls are still elves!"
"No, no, no, Aegwynn's warning can't save them and their broken dignity, but you can, Diakum."
Shadow Word said in confusion at this time:
"Magic Plague has spread to all over the world. Even if Kaldorei can ask for help from Spriggans to save himself, Highborne on Broken Isles What should do? No one will help them! The new Dark Troll will eventually face the malice from the world. At that time, will the Kaldoreis lay down their butchery knives on the alienated Dark Trolls?
Don't be stupid!
Killing Trolls is the tradition of elves.
Even after the earth falls apart, Kaldorei will still hunt Kalimdor's Trolls. Just because they can endure it now does not mean they will be able to in the future.
Haha, so what if there is an elf soul?
Not everyone can appreciate the beauty of the soul. If their body is Trolls, then they are a group of miserable Trolls!
Only Curse of Flesh reinventing the body is the One way to bring Dark Troll back from despair.
Of course C'Thun has its purpose, Thousand-Eyed Demon is not pure enough, but you can spread such "Void Blessing" in the name of salvation.
Do you want to learn Curse of Flesh?
We are happy to teach you that the power of the void can also be used for salvation, and power has no good or evil, right? Diakum, look at the fearful eyes of these new students Trolls, shouldn't you help them?"
"You are kidnapping me morally again. Is this the only way you go back and forth?"
Vigilant scolded in his heart:
"Can you do something new?"
"Oh, the method is not new, it just works. So when faced with our moral kidnapping, what is your answer?"