"High Elf's attitude is wrong!"
After the communication ended, Archbishop Nali said to her boyfriend:
"I don't know much about the politics of elves, but I don't believe that Sun King would state his needs so straightforwardly when he first met you. He and Farodis didn't even hide their urgency. Facing Magic Plague, which takes time to develop, was like facing the end of the world.
This is not normal!
And it's very abnormal."
"Farodis said that I underestimated Magic Plague's impact on elves. Maybe I really missed some key issues."
Diakum rubbed his chin, looked at the people around him, and said:
"Kaldorei's reaction was obviously much more relaxed, perhaps because they knew that it would take at least one and a half months for Magic Plague to transform the tribe into Dark Troll, which means they still have time to turn the tide.
Maybe High Elf doesn't have enough time to respond?"
"Magic Addiction! Vigilant, you have ignored the biggest difference between Highborne and High Elf and Kaldorei. Forest Elf is not as deadly as Magic Addiction."
Yrel, who had contact with Suramar's Nigger Elf, reacted immediately.
She said loudly:
"We have all seen Suramar and Nightborne who have become weak due to long-term exposure to magic. They can no longer fill their stomachs through normal eating. Their stomachs cannot even digest meat, so they can only live on magic, making them extremely thin.
The High Elf I saw in Stormwind is a little better, but not much better!
General Lirath and her three daughters are all real "white bone spirits". They don't have much flesh on their bodies. They are so slender that when I shake hands with them, I worry about crushing their hand bones with too much force.
Although the abundance of magic power gives them powerful spell-casting abilities, the price is that the bodies of these two elves are too weak compared to the strong Kaldorei."
"Yes! Yrel is right, the speed of Magic Plague's effectiveness depends exactly on the Life Force strength of the infected individual."
Maraad clenched his fists and said:
"That is a trial of wild life for individuals, just like Red Scourge suffered by Orcs. Individuals who are not strong enough will die due to the weakness caused by the disease, just like a selection of healthy life.
Obviously, beings like High Elf and Highborne, who have been alienated by magic, will suffer a huge disadvantage when facing this kind of selection. Their journey from illness to transformation will definitely not take as long as Kaldorei.
I estimate that this process may take less than a month to complete, or even less."
"They won't make it! They won't make it."
Rexxar said with regret:
"From the perspective of species evolution, the extreme physiques of Highborne and High Elf have obviously reached a dead end, and it is almost inevitable that they will be eliminated by the cruel laws of nature.
Magic Plague is the "end of the world" to them!
Not only will their bodies be destroyed, but their souls will be shattered."
Diakum's expression was very serious, he nodded and said:
"It seems that I did underestimate Magic Plague's influence on the elves, and their urgency is understandable. But they overestimated the number of Spriggans. Sprigganss also need to consume their own energy to manipulate Life Force to produce natural seeds.
Considering the number of Quel'Thalas and Highborne, even if all the Sprigganss of Tanaan Jungle are exhausted, there is still no way to save all the infected elves before the final transformation of Magic Plague arrives.
Kaldorei doesn't need to worry about this. Moon Goddess Kingdom has enough Druid. Once Archdruid Aleriece Raevella returns from their studies, Cenarius Order will quickly master the skills to suppress Devolution Spores.
The pressure Black Crow King is under is definitely not as urgent as Quel'Thalas."
"So, Magic Plague is a "catalyst", Diakum."
Shadow Word turned into a ghost leaning on Dick's shoulders and said in his ear:
"The transformation of elves is inevitable. Perhaps we can regard it as "self-correction of life." It is not a bad thing that those Highborne and High Elf degenerate into Dark Troll.
At least the Magic Addiction that has been pestering them will be greatly weakened in the washing of Life Force.
Even as Rexxar said, without this degradation of life, the extinction of the two races of elves would have been a matter of time.
Life Force's big hand has begun to exert force on Azeroth. As for whether those weak elves who have transformed into the form of Trolls can withstand the weight of their souls and wills after his correction is completed, Life Force will not care.
In His view, it is a natural law for weak lives to be eliminated.
If you want to intervene, you must master the weapon "Curse of Flesh". After Life Force completes its correction, give those elves a chance to choose again.
Ah, my dear Vigilant, you will not stand idly by!
Therefore, you will create a new elf lineage with your own hands, the Lord of Void Elf, the father of Ren'dorei, please allow us to pay you the highest respect from Sea of Darkness."
That sinister laughter made Diakum rub his eyebrows with a headache. He had indeed begun to learn Curse of Flesh's Void Gods technique, but at first he really didn't expect that he would actually use this magical technique in such a strange place.
Help Dark Troll "plastic surgery" to return to the elf form they long for?
Hiss, it sounds unseemly. Is this really the duty that Warrior of Light needs to perform?
"But anyway, the powerful old Lich decided to come here to help us, which is a good thing."
Neri concluded:
"Otherwise, it would be really dangerous for us and Kaldorei to gather together to face a Old God."
"We are not the only ones, Neri. In fact, if possible, I don't even want Kaldorei to be too involved. Old God is too incomprehensible to the spiritual invasion of mortals. My ideal mode of action is elite penetration, not Burning Legion combat."
Dick moved his fingers and said:
"I'm very confident about this because we also have an extremely powerful reinforcement force coming."
He pointed to the sky.
The others looked blank, but Neri blinked and reacted immediately. She punched Diakum on the shoulder and said:
"No wonder you took your time along the way! It turned out that you were stuck in time. You are so cunning, but as you said, selecting elites to rush into the dark place quickly also requires the help of experts. Mr. Farodis once faced Medivh with you, and he can be regarded as your powerful comrade-in-arms."
"Indeed, Death Force does have an advantage against Void Force. Even the most evil Old God can hardly shake the will of death of a Lich."
Vigilant nodded, and then returned to the room to continue practicing the Void Gods technique related to "Curse of Flesh".
But today, the unexpected things seemed to happen one after another. Just when Dick was just entering the state, something in his bag started beating like a vibrating egg.
"You don't want people to learn anymore!"
Diakum cursed, opened his bag and grabbed something. After a closer look, he found that it was actually Spirit Bone from Bwonsamdi.
Is this bastard coming to collect debt from me again?
"Don't stand still with a dead face, old Bwonsamdi is not as free as you think! You, a miser, are not the ideal customer of old Bwonsamdi at all."
Dick is very annoying, but Trolls the God of Death is even more annoying.
This piece of shit can't even transform into a death mask, revealing the helplessness of being "forced to work overtime".
It stretched out its voice and said:
"This time Golden King personally asked me to give you a message, fuck! I have been coveting the Zandalari royal family Loa's position. The cunning Rastakhan knows that he can manipulate me. This damn mortal is too crazy!
I hope he doesn't get to the point where he needs help from Bwonsamdi to survive.
Huh, I'm writing this down for him one by one.
In short, listen carefully, Diakum and Golden King have sent Dark Prophet and his precious daughter to command the vanguard of Golden Fleet, who are rushing to the Silithus sea area. Sandfury Clan is also preparing the army to enter Silithus Desert to complete the final battle of their "Ten Thousand Years Watch"!
This is a big deal for the Troll Empire, so I must tell you very seriously that when you attack Old God and its insect minions, you will be reinforced by Zandalari's King's Teacher.
Haha, but no one can guess what that guy Zul is thinking. Old Bwonsamdi even thinks that he went through all the trouble just to meet you and discuss some strange things with you. Wait!
Why is there the aura of Trolls in the Elven Fortress?"
Bwonsamdi was attracted by the weird aura as he spoke. It transformed into a Trolls death mask with a swish, and passed through the wall to take a glance. After a moment, the ecstatic Bwonsamdi used Spirit Fire to shape its own projection and danced in front of Diakum's eyes as Trolls expressed their joy.
"What a joy! What a joy!"
Trolls The God of Death waved his hands and shouted in a strange voice:
"Oh yeah, yeah! The ancient Dark Troll tribe is back! Hahaha, there is one more family member managed by Bwonsamdi. This Magic Plague is really a good thing that Burning Legion gave to Azeroth.
Old Bwonsamdi really loves Corrupted Cenarius. Every time that guy does something bad, it will always be self-defeating. Ha, this time is no exception."
"Are you sure you want to rob someone under White Lady's nose?"
Diakum said quietly:
"So what if the elves degenerate into Dark Troll? The soul of Kaldorei will always belong to Elune. You dare to stretch your dirty paws over and try. I think you really owe Black Moon Strike who ate Night Warrior."
"Huh, Kaldorei, of course I don't dare to interfere. How many lives do I have to dare to provoke Elune?"
Bwonsamdi said in a long voice:
"But there are many elves in the world. The Highbornes in Broken Isles alone are enough to form a prosperous Dark Troll clan, and the old Bwonsamdis are very patient! Dark Trolls will always encounter disasters that require help from the God of Death to avoid them.
By then, Elune will have no control over them.
Today is such a good day.
Today is the happiest day. Well, for the sake of being so happy, old Bwonsamdi will send you a free message. Gurubashi Kingdom's most rebellious magic master has gone to Black Morass, and his Orc Warlock brothers are entertaining him warmly.
That scene looked very much like two evil gangs forming a clique. Hey, such an upright god of death as old Bwonsamdi can't bear to stand it!"
Trolls The god of death circled around Diakum a few times very familiarly. It put its hands on its waist, stretched out its fingers and touched Vigilant's chest, and said in a very unscrupulous manner:
"You will do your job well after taking my offer. After Silithus's bad work, go back and kill Hakkar! Once Soulflayer returns to the Gurubashi Kingdom, it will be very troublesome."
"I know, let's go."
Dick waved his hand and dispersed the gloomy death projection Spirit Fire gathered in the Holy Light package. The latter suddenly disappeared, made a ghost face, and screamed:
"Idiot Holy Light Idiot can't beat him, hehe!"
"This scoundrel is quite interesting."
Neri watched the entire exchange. The archbishop said with great interest:
"I don't know if the gods of death from other races are as funny as it."
"Don't think about it. Bwonsamdi is the only one in Land of the Dead who can develop such a scoundrel character. This guy is born weird. Of course, it's possible that his terrible adoptive father left a huge shadow on him. If he's not happy, he won't be able to survive."
Diakum shook his head and said:
"Don't have unrealistic associations with it just because it's a funny character. Neri and Bwonsamdi are very dangerous. Don't get too involved with it. We Eredar don't have the Grim Reaper, which is a bad thing and a good thing."
"It won't last forever. Have you forgotten someone?"
Bwonsamdi suddenly said in Diakum's ear:
"Hey, do you really understand how your old friend Sarkir was persuaded by the big guys? Death is an individual disaster but a blessing for civilization. Eredar's perfect Eternal Life is too foul. It is simply taking advantage of the universal rules of the balance of life and death.
You have to know that Shadowlands has been eyeing you for a long time before Sargeras chased you away.
Be careful!
Don't give the big guys a chance. Not every god of death is as easy to talk to as old Bwonsamdi."
"I told Dath'Remar back then! It was not a good idea to establish Sunwell, but that bastard just didn't listen! Look, something is going on now, right?
Use it, use it, just use it!
Abusing magic to the point of ruining the country and the family, absorbing magic to the point of annihilation, the worst I can do is wake up Azshara, and everyone will die together! I don't understand, what's the point of enjoying this stinky magic?
Well of Eternity has exploded, and he still hasn't learned his lesson! He secretly got a bottle of Well of Eternity Water from that bitch Illidan behind my back. I should have smashed the bottle directly on that bastard Dath'Remar's face!
I really owe you Magic Addiction bastards from my previous life!"
In the magnificent Sunwell, Farodis packed his things angrily and prepared to leave. At this time, old Lich no longer had the grace as before. Even the way he cursed was just like Goldshire, a drunk who had drunk too much.
Faced with his crazy complaints, Dath'Remar Sunstrider's good eldest son Anasterian Quan didn't hear these dirty words from the elf. Mainly because he didn't dare to talk to him, for fear that the ancestor would divert the fire and start criticizing him.
With such a gap in status between the two of them, it would be in vain for anyone to criticize her.
When he gets tired of scolding, Sun King still has to praise the old man for his good scolding with his face full of foam, and then say a few abstract words like "having an old man in the family is like having a treasure" or "a country will not perish at the hands of its enemies".
Moreover, Sun King was also anxious and angry at this moment. Facing the crisis of overthrowing the country, he had no time to care about the bad attitude of his ancestors.
His most trusted courtiers have all been summoned here and are accepting orders one by one.
"Qing Salorian, you immediately take a team of Phoenix Guard to the vicinity of the Alterac Kingdom and meet Ms. Ranger General Lirath. You must help her find the lost <Book of Medivh> as quickly as possible."
Sun King gave instructions to his "Phoenix Sword Saint".
The tall elf warrior wearing silver armor and carrying Dragonforged Divine Sword on his back nodded and immediately turned around and left.
He is already aware of the situation, the matter is serious, and it is indeed no longer the time to pay attention to diplomatic rules. On this trip to Northern Borderlands, the Dragonforged Blade in his hand is estimated to be able to drink blood if necessary. I hope that group of people will jump out and do some abstract work at this critical moment.
"Qing Sanguinar, use your connections in Ravenholdt Assassin's League to talk to that "Duke" and be sure to get the remaining pages of <Book of Medivh> that they have in their hands."
Sun King said something to an elf minister who had a gloomy aura and walked in the land of light without a shadow. Phoenix Dynasty's intelligence minister nodded, but he said in a hoarse tone:
"The other party may take the opportunity to ask for a price! Don't underestimate Ravenholdt's spies. The spread of Magic Plague cannot be hidden from them."
"If you ask for a reasonable price range, we can give it. We are not short of that much money."
Sun King said expressionlessly:
"But if the other party intends to block the lifeline of our clan at this juncture, then I can only ask you to take Sanguinar's Fear Walker and visit Ravenholdt Manor once in the dark. If it comes to that, Farstriders's elite rangers and Dragonhawk Rider will be at your disposal.
This is a matter of survival for the kingdom!
I hope the "Duke" won't mess around this time. There are limits to our tolerance."
"Father King, I just completed the communication with the retainer of Lord Daval Prestor. After hearing that we purchased <Book of Medivh> at a high price, the other party asked Lord Daval for instructions. The generous human lord immediately said that since we need it, he is willing to accept the beauty of adulthood.
He admitted that he collected the grimoire because he didn't want to see more people lose their lives because of obscure knowledge. It would be the perfect ending for us to keep such a dangerous grimoire, and he was even willing to give it to us for free."
Sun King's son, the handsome and elegant prince Kael'thas Sunstrider, walked quickly into the Sunwell hall and reported:
"I have sent a close associate to receive the grimoire, and Lord Daval also provided him with the location where some of the remaining pages may have ended up."
"This is really great."
Sun King finally heard the good news, and he said happily:
"I have long heard that the current head of the Prestor Family family is a philanthropic and peace-minded man. Now it turns out to be true, but we must not lose our courtesy. In a few days, you can ask Quel'Thalas where you can help that kind lord.
In addition, Kael'thas, you may need to go to the Stormwind Kingdom on behalf of Quel'Thalas.
We need to show our support for Anduin Lothar, so I hope that you can assist him in the establishment of Arathor Second Empire as his personal mage in the future."
Anasterian patted his son on the shoulder and said:
"I won't hide it from you, kid. This is to show sincerity to the alien Saint, in exchange for Yongmao Spriggans's full support for our country after the Dark Portal is opened.
You have been wronged."
"No, father, this is not a grievance. I have a responsibility to the people, and fulfilling my duties in this way is even a form of relaxation in my free time."
Kael'thas smiled and said softly:
"I am willing to go to the Stormwind Kingdom to assist those brave people and fulfill the oath between the two countries for you, but I have to go to Dalaran first to meet the heroes Grand Magus who brought back "Ebony Chill" for us."
"Take your fiancée with you."
Old Lich Farodis was ready to go. He told his grandson-in-law who looked very pleasing to him:
"Don't cause trouble along the way, arrive as soon as possible, and then take Nature Seed from Spriggans immediately. That stuff can strengthen your Life Force and make you immune to the effects of Magic Plague for a period of time. This is very important.
I will try my best to find a Arcandor Fruit for you this time.
As the next successor of the One to Sun King, your Magic Addiction must be eliminated immediately.
Facts have proven that the monster "Magic Addiction" cultivated by us will eventually destroy Quel'Thalas! Even if we escape this time, there will still be another disaster."
Farodis raised his head.
Looking at the resplendent Holy Land and feeling the rich magical aura, he shook his head and said:
"Brilliant Sunwell, a mistake that continues to this day, leading to the abyss of hell. Unfortunately, we can no longer live without it. Alas, every gift of fate will be marked with a secret price.
Did you hear that?
Stubborn Dath'Remar Sunstrider, this is all your fault! And as incompetent as I am, I can never save anyone."
Hearing that his ancestors were complaining about his grandfather, Kael'thas shrank his head and did not dare to speak, but Sun King stepped forward and asked despite the pressure:
"Do you want to assist the alien Saint alone?"
"How can I be alone?"
Farodis sighed and said:
"This is a matter related to the future of all elven groups. The citizens of Kur'talos do not have Magic Addiction. People who are strong can last longer and have so many Druid. He does not have to worry about Magic Addiction destroying Moon Goddess Kingdom.
But we and Highborne are already standing on the edge of the cliff.
I will invite a few "old friends" to come together and look for Vigilant, who has been fighting against fate, and ask him to help us, a group of hopeless magic addicts, fight against this heavy fate.
We must come up with a solution.
Hopefully, it's not too late now."