Shadow Word once made very evil suggestions during some of Dick's meditation moments.
It believes that now Magic Plague has spread to Azeroth and has become like this, and K'ure Alliance has a "strategic weapon" like Spriggans in its hands, and Diakum can completely "hijack Spriggans to dominate the world."
Relying on selling Spriggans's natural seeds to force those divisive forces to twist into a rope in the hands of Diakum.
This is absolutely necessary.
The demons will not wait until Azeroth is ready before launching an invasion. If Diakum is on the level of Polluter, the best time for him to launch an attack on Azeroth must be when all life in the world is tortured to the point of weakness by Magic Plague.
All it takes is a sudden attack at key points to defeat the entire Azeroth easily.
From this point of view, the world does not have as much time before facing the devil as others think.
Especially when Diakum returned to Azeroth this time and heard from the mages of Dalaran that a large-scale "Doom Prophets" sect had appeared in Northern Borderlands, he knew that the devil's minions had actually penetrated deep into the shadows of this world, and Polluter's army was getting closer here every day.
But Diakum ultimately did not choose to accept Shadow Word's suggestion.
On the one hand, this forcibly created unity is very fragile, and the demons are not fools. The purpose of releasing Magic Plague is to create division and confuse people's hearts. Once Diakum uses Spriggans to forcibly create unity, the demons will immediately launch a strong attack.
On the other hand, there is not enough time!
"We must deal with the Magic Plague epidemic more efficiently."
In Cenarion Hold's room, as a mature politician of Highborne, Governor Toserin did not hide his purpose at all.
The leader, who was wearing a luxurious golden robe, had long white hair, and tied his hair into long braids, was very elegant and well-mannered. He played with Platinum Scepter as a wand in his hand and said to Diakum:
"Spriggans's natural healing is certainly the best option, but I knew before I came here that it was not suitable for Highborne! Farodis also realized this, otherwise he would not have invited us to meet you in such a hurry.
I noticed that there is a trace of shadow left on your body, which shows that you are not pure Holy Light Walker, Diakum.
You used Stormwind's mouth to announce to all the ethnic groups tortured by Magic Plague that you had a solution to Flesh Degradation. I think that was not just a method of Spriggans's assistance.
We're here and we need your help, so please stop hiding it.
What do you need us to do?
Most importantly, what can we gain?"
"You speak quickly and value efficiency, so I won't hide it anymore."
Dick handed the scroll he wrote last night to Governor Toserin. The latter took it in his hand and looked at it, then looked at Diakum in surprise.
He said:
"Specially practiced calligraphy by Thalassian? It's not bad. It's barely comparable to the copybook I wrote when I was 12 years old. It's just a bit more craftsmanship. Don't make it so difficult for yourself. Your Excellency, calligraphy actually depends on talent."
"It's all about the content!"
Vigilant emphasized his tone, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
The Elf Governor nodded apologetically and looked at the contents carefully. He was immediately surprised when he saw it. As a Azshara-appointed Magic Prince, it is hard to say what the character of Toserin is, but his magical talent is definitely not.
Although he had not done much research on Void Power before, when he saw the secret of this spell, he knew that this was by no means a fantasy, but a unique ritual that extended from the true essence of Void Power.
"This is a lower variant of the great secret of "Curse of Flesh"."
Dick explained:
"Before everyone arrived, Southwind Village had a tragedy where Dark Troll knelt down and worshiped the evil god to restore their appearance. Old God C'Thun, who was sealed under Silithus Desert, used his own power to reshape their appearance.
This is a demonstration of Void Force's power to control flesh and blood.
But we cannot allow all the elves degraded by Magic Plague to risk being covered and reshaped by Curse of Flesh. That would be too dangerous.
Not everyone's will can withstand the temptation of emptiness.
Therefore, I hope that all of you can unite and complete this "Void Ascension" ritual with me, introducing the Entropic Energy of the void into the bodies of the elves who are about to be degraded by Magic Plague, so that the power of the void can bless and protect them.
Because of the void's control over flesh and blood, as long as there is Entropic Energy protecting the body, even if it is only a small part, the degradation effect of Magic Plague will be greatly weakened.
This has nothing to do with the individual Life Force strength, because it is the conflict and collision between the Forces.
In this way, as long as Void Entropy exists in an elf's body, he can be protected from degradation. Of course, this is extremely risky, so I cannot make decisions on behalf of the leaders."
Toserin Governor did not answer for a long time.
He carefully examined the unfinished content of the ritual in front of him. After thinking for several minutes, he rubbed his eyebrows impatiently and let the two elegant long braids on both sides of his forehead sway.
He said:
"This will create a brand new elven lineage! Or deal with the most dangerous void in the Force. Even if you just introduce Entropic Energy into your body, it will completely change the appearance of my people. Can I ask where you got such bold and unbridled inspiration?"
Diakum glanced at Yrel who was guarding the door.
He whispered:
"Due to some "accidents" before, I witnessed the birth of a group of "Light Eater" elves. The "worship" of Holy Light replaced their original Magic Addiction, making them embark on the path of observing the precepts Self-Discipline.
In that incident, I realized the special physique of elves.
This may be a blessing from Azeroth.
Other races cannot change their forms due to being infected by external forces like you. In fact, to put it a bit crazy, can the transformation of you by Magic Plague be regarded as the result of the infection by Life Force?
After all, although you who were transformed by Magic Plague into Dark Troll lost your elegant appearance, you gained a strong body. Even the Magic Addiction that pestered you will be weakened to an acceptable level.
Just like Life Force's "one-click formatting", it can bring you back to the realm of normal life from a state destined to perish.
So, from a neutral point of view, I really can't say whether the transformation of Magic Plague is a good thing or a bad thing for you.
But I guess if you can't accept the result of turning into Dark Troll, then this dangerous Ascension Ritual has become the current option. C'Thun's bewitchment proves that the void can cure Magic Plague, but as you said, this process must not be led by a void entity like C'Thun."
Toserin nodded.
The governor carefully put away the scroll, bowed to Diakum, and said:
"Thank you for the valuable ideas you provided. This "Ascension Ritual" is of great significance to us, but I need some time to think and discuss with my other companions. Blue Moon, Shandaral, and Farodis and I will help you fill in the missing parts of this ritual as soon as possible.
This is exactly what we specialize in.
Next, we will help you and Kaldorei solve the Dark Power hidden under the yellow sand as agreed.
I also want to see with my own eyes how powerful "Thousand-Eyed Demon" is going to show us poor people trapped in desperate situations."
The restrained and cautious leader Highborne turned and left.
He did not give Diakum a clear answer. As he said, this kind of ritual that allows the tribe to actively accept another kind of Force energy is too dangerous. Even if it is in the name of "rescue", a decision must be made after repeated discussions and deliberations.
But before Toserin left, Diakum asked:
"Highborne's faction leader should also be Archmage Elisande. Didn't she receive the summons from Black Crow King? Or does she not intend to participate in this self-rescue?"
"She chose silence."
Toserin said in a tone that was three parts disdainful, two parts sarcastic, and the remaining five parts completely indifferent:
"After realizing that Magic Plague was spreading from Broken Isles, Elisande chose to strengthen Suramar's Night Shield to the point of "closing the country apart".
The energy of the shield comes from Titan Artifact in Nightwell, which is the concentrated expression of the order of Arcane. Plague Spores of Magic Plague cannot pass He entered Suramar through that level of magic shield, and the demons lurking in Suramar City who wanted to cause trouble were quickly eradicated by Varo'then and his Empress's Guard.
Archmage used very "bloody" means to ensure the temporary safety of Suramar.
She obviously didn't think Magic Plague would affect her Nightborne faction, so she chose to watch our jokes while other elves were trying their best to save themselves.
I even think that Elisande would like all elves except Nightborne to degenerate into Dark Troll, so that only she and her Shal'dorei can call themselves the orthodox of the Elven Empire.
She is such a short-sighted ruler.
In fact, she does not lack wisdom, but she relies too much on Titan Artifact's exploration of the future. Especially when the long river of destiny is stirred up to the point that no prophet can accurately view the future, the restless part of her character takes over.
There is no need to count on her, Your Excellency Diakum."
Toserin Governor sneered a few times and said:
"But will the devil really sit back and watch Suramar remain as pure as ever? I guess Polluter will definitely give Elisande a big "surprise" when he enters this world. By then, we will be the ones having fun.
Oh, a short-sighted person is not qualified to sit in the position of leader, she will ruin the glory of Suramar with her own hands.
I confirm that her end will be more miserable than anyone expected, but she does not deserve sympathy!"
After saying that, he bowed slightly to Diakum, then opened the door and left.
Yrel came over and said to Vigilant in a surprised tone:
"Sir, so the self-rescue method you prepared for Highborne is to imitate me and create the "Light Eater" clan? Are you also planning to create your own elf lineage? Wow, this idea is really great."
"In terms of actions, that's true, but I don't think I created the Elf Lineage for the same reasons as you."
Dick glanced at Yrel, who was swaying his little tail and obviously in a good mood, and said:
"Ren'dorei Void Elf will become a desperate way for the elves who are currently suffering from Magic Plague to save themselves. This is not something that can be joked about."
"But you can use Holy Light."
Yrel whispered:
"Lightforged can also resist Magic Plague under the protection of Holy Light Force. You don't even need Lightforging. Just turn them all into "Light Eater". I don't think my Light Eater Clan is infected by Magic Plague."
"The hedging of the force can indeed prevent the spread of Magic Plague, and what you said is indeed a good idea, but if we want to Lightforging all Highborne and High Elf at once, we conservatively estimate that we have to find at least a hundred Naaru to come over and cast the spell together."
Vigilant smiled and said to Yrel:
"How about this?
I am responsible for persuading the elves to accept Lightforging. Don't worry about how I do it. You go and find us a hundred Naaru first. In the field of "generosity", the stinginess of the Holy Light we serve is second only to Arcane. The light will only bloom for those souls with strong will.
For this kind of large-scale energy ascension, the void is more suitable."
Having said this, Diakum waved to General Staghelm, who was standing at the door and had listened to all the conversations. The latter sat silently opposite Dick. He hesitated for a moment, reached out and took off his obscure mask, revealing Dark Troll's rough face.
This general is not stupid, he knows what Diakum wants to do by letting him hear this.
Fandral Staghelm said:
"Would you like me to try your design Ascension Ritual?"
"No, that ritual is for elf patients who are infected with Magic Plague but have not yet been transformed. Even if you and your Warriors are in this situation, even if you introduce Void Entropy, you will not be able to reverse your degeneration."
Dick said seriously:
"You need to accept the more dangerous "Curse of Flesh" in order to reshape your appearance to your original elf form."
"Just like those bewitched ones in Southwind Village?"
Fandral Staghelm clenched his fists and said hoarsely:
"You want me to walk into the void? into the arms of the enemy that my brothers and sisters and I have fought against for a thousand years? No! Please forgive me for refusing!"
Such a violent reaction was expected by Dick. Instead of explaining the difference between the void and the ancient gods in detail to the angry Warrior, he took out Twilight Hammer and suspended the shadow holy object in front of the two of them.
He said:
"Touch it, General Vastann Staghelm.
Don't worry that the void will deceive you. This weapon records all my insights on the Light-Shadow Twinborn path I am currently on. Although the path trial has not yet been completed, it can be shared with the righteous for review.
This includes my knowledge and understanding of the void. What I want to tell you is that whether it is Holy Light or void, the power given by Six Forces is a weapon, and where they point depends entirely on your will.
In fact, I feel from the bottom of my heart that it is not a big deal for the elf to transform into Dark Troll.
Apart from the blood feud between you elves and Trolls and your racial prejudice, the elves are not as noble as you think they are, and Trolls is not as barbaric as you imagine.
But I have no intention of eliminating the prejudices in people's hearts, so if you still want to take back your identity as an elf, then maybe this is the path you the One can choose.
Either accept your identity as Trolls, or follow me on this road of light and shadow!"
He said with emphasis:
"I can't guarantee that you can find light in the shadows, but I can guarantee that as long as you follow this morality, you will never get lost in the darkness and become a descendant of the void like Qiraji."
"Ah, I understand!"
Yrel exclaimed from the side:
"Just like you created "Vigilant Chosen" like me and Maraad in the light! The "Ren'dorei Path" you created will also become the "chosen people" you designated in the shadows.
Light-Dark Twinborn means that you can walk the path of two forces at the same time, and you will naturally have two followers in light and shadow at the same time!
Wonderful!
Is this the essence of Path of Light and Darkness?
Light and shadow are at your disposal!"
"No, I'm not trying to pick Ren'dorei voters, 'Ren'dorei' is a sad concept destined to be complicated."
Vigilant explained:
"I only provide a shelter in the darkness for those poor people who are forced to accept the choice. As for whether they want to follow me and serve the light in the darkness, that is their own freedom.
Just like your choice, Fandral Staghelm!
If you firmly believe that Elune will continue to protect you, then have some faith in your God! White Lady's silver moon shines on the world, but He also has Black Moon's Wrath to punish the enemy.
Step into the shadows, and the moonlight will shine on you forever."
Diakum did not use any Mind Control means.
He waited for Fandral Staghelm to make a choice, and Yrel took out the mirror that he always carried with him as a girl at the right time and handed it to General Staghelm, who took the mirror and looked at himself reflected in it.
The rough skin, the fangs piercing the lips, and the patchy face. Only those eyes are still the same as before, but the person in the mirror is not him!
This is not Vastann Staghelm!
He is the son of Fandral Staghelm, the husband of Layana Staghelm, and the father of Astaria Staghelm. He is a proud Kaldorei Warrior.
He is not Trolls!
He cannot allow himself to become a Dark Troll.
"Kacha"
General Staghelm crushed the mirror in his hand, which made Yrel feel distressed for a while.
That mirror was a gift given to her by Samara. You elf, just express your determination. Why would you crush someone else's mirror?
"May Elune guide me forward in the darkness!"
Fandral Staghelm whispered, then stretched out his hand to hold Twilight Hammer in front of him. Diakum nodded and stretched out his hand to cover Fandral Staghelm's trembling hand. The next moment, as the shadow was called for blessing, his Light-Shadow Twinborn's insights were also shared.
"Yes! That's it! Just like you shape Hand of Argus in the light!"
Shadow Word turned into a storm in the darkness and roared in Diakum's ears:
"Use their despair, seduce their desire, weave their hope, let them turn into your sharp blade and your Burning Legion, let them willingly become Diakum's Dark Hand!
That's it.
Vigilant, use your talent to create new dependents for Sea of Darkness.
Guide them to trek in the darkness, whether it is for the light or for other things, as long as you walk into the darkness, as long as you embrace the darkness. Well, C'Thun is attracted by your shadow. It wants to talk to you. Do you want to take the time to meet with it?"
"Why not?"
Vigilant generously shared his profound morality with General Staghelm. With the shadow covering his body, he said hoarsely:
"Trash talk" before the war is also a part of war etiquette. Now that we have prepared our troops, let's see what "gifts" Thousand-Eyed Demon has brought to avoid this void fratricide.
It will ask and I will say no.
War is inevitable, not just for salvation, but for something more important."
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