Menethil's Power

Chapter 650 Hidden Eclipse
The sky was still full of yellow sand, and the tall and ferocious bugman general waved his huge sharp forelimbs, tearing a young night elf to pieces.This was a nightmare. Although Fandral Staghelmet had experienced it many times over the past 3000 years, seeing his son die in such a tragic way, his heart still almost stopped beating.

The yellow sand dissipated quickly, and the scene of the desert was replaced by emerald green. As the archdruid of the Cenarion Council, Fandral Staghelm naturally has the ability to move freely in the Emerald Dream. It was just him Just a lingering nightmare.

This is his exclusive dream realm, and even the green dragon queen Ysera has no right to view it. This is one of the privileges of being an archdruid.But in the very center of this territory is a twisted tree, the black and red trunk is incompatible with the surrounding emerald green, anyone can see what kind of evil and filth it contains, the tentacle-like whiskers are firmly rooted On the ground, it seems to be absorbing something, and it seems to be injecting something.

It's hard to imagine an archdruid allowing such an existence to appear in the Emerald Dream.

Fandral walked up slowly, and some pale light emerged from this weird tree, constructing an illusory soul. His face was very familiar to Fandral, it was the one that had just been torn apart by the bugman. That young night elf.

His son, Valstein Buckhelm.

As the acting power of the Cenarion Council for ten thousand years, Fandral certainly can't fail to see the abnormality of the Wallstein in front of him. He understands that he is controlled by an evil existence, and he can guess that that existence is those bugmen. Master, and the other party's purpose is to corrupt the entire world.

But the deer helmet didn't care, or deliberately ignored these, the reason is very simple, because he can feel that this is indeed Wallstein's soul breath, that existence at least kept its promise, and indeed returned his son to him.

"Father, I can finally be resurrected! I can be by your side forever!" Wallstein said with joy.

There was also a certain kind of light in the eyes of the deer helmet, but this light was quickly extinguished, "Tell me, what is the price? What does 'he' need?"

It's a deal, and it's been a deal for a long time, the Archdruid of the Cenarion Circle is gradually reduced to a pawn of some evil being, helping it infiltrate the Emerald Dream, and what he gets in return is Valstein's resurrection ——Of course it is done in batches, first the soul, then the consciousness, and finally the body.

Staghelmet knew what he was doing, but he didn't care anymore. Since the Quicksand War, his heart had already died along with his son, and the soul body in front of him with the breath of Wallstein's soul was the only thing he cared about now.

This is not surprising, the family relationship that has lasted for thousands of years has produced some kind of deformed fetters. It can only be said that the night elves should actually enjoy such a long life.

"The lord has sent a special envoy, and he will talk to you in detail," Wallstein told Buck Helmet.

"Special envoy?" Fandral was taken aback, this was the first time.The previous existence transmitted his will directly through Wallstein.

"Yes, father, the envoy's visit requires your permission,"

The light in Lu Helmet's eyes flickered for a moment. This is his dreamland. To enter naturally requires his own permission. At the same time, this also shows another point. That existence can now affect the Emerald Dreamland through other channels, not just limited to In front of this nightmare tree.

A bit of gray emerged in the dream field of the staghelmet, and then spread, forming a small portal. This breath is quite strange. Although the meaning of corruption and depravity is very obvious, it is different from the energy in the tree of nightmares. different.

A purple-black guy appeared from the portal, taller than the average night elf, with a pair of horns on his head like a druid - not antlers of course, but a pure demon symbol.

A Satyr, a fallen man from the War of the Ancients tens of thousands of years ago.

"Hello, Archdruid, I'm here on the orders of my master," Sartre said with a half-smile, and said glibly, "You can call me by my name directly, Villitan."

In the past thousands of years, this satyr named Velitan has been hiding in Maraudon, stealing the power of the Emerald Dream through Zaetar's remains, and how to transform and control the power of this spiritual world With quite mature research, even the eldest daughter of Cenarius was almost controlled by him when he was unsuspecting.

Afterwards, he was defeated without any resistance, but the opponent did not take his life, but asked him to surrender. Naturally, Villitan offered his loyalty without hesitation, and now he finally got the power to carry out his master's will. Chance.

To be honest, when he learned that the archdruid of the Kaldorei had been corrupted, Villitan felt it was unbelievable but also a little ridiculous. At the same time, he felt a strong sense of fear and awe for his new master. Thinking that he must be an ancient and powerful existence, young humans using the power of the Holy Light are just the appearance that this adult uses to confuse the world.

Of course, Villitan would not know what happened to Neo Rosari, so he made such an inference.

"Tell me, what does your master want me to do?" Deer Helmet looked at Sartre with a blank expression.

"I was sent here, naturally for the sake of the dream itself, to bring this place under the rule of the master, but there is no rush, there are some things that need your cooperation before that..."

……

"Your Excellency the Buck Helmet, Your Excellency the Buck Helmet."

The dream receded, and Fandral slowly opened his eyes, looking at the druid who woke him up in front of him.

"The High Priest of Tyrande said that he has something important to discuss with you." In front of the unashamed arch druid, only the young druid who was more than 2000 years old dared not neglect.

Most of the druids were sleeping in the Emerald Dream at this time, and the Cenarion Circle was only half functioning.Fandral Staghelm holds the reins, while the other druids take turns.

The Parliament and the Temple of the Moon God are the two poles of the Kaldorei political system, and the affairs that require the participation of both parties are obviously of extremely high importance.

Fandral Staghelmet nodded slightly, got up and walked out of the tree house, and after stepping out of the house, his body began to emit a strange natural light, transforming into a vigorous night saber.

Although he doesn't master teleportation spells in the conventional sense, the druid's speed is not slow.

The high priest Tyrande was waiting for him in the Temple of the Moon God. Staghelm didn't feel very good about her senses. This 1-year-old female elf has a strong desire for power, but she is used to disguising her image as innocent girl.

"What happened?" The deer helmet showed its original shape and asked lightly.

"This is a scout report from Azshara." Tyrande handed over a letter, "A group of advanced humanoid creatures with fish features invaded Azshara and took control of the coastline. "

The deer helmet took the letter and scanned it at a very fast speed, "As far as it is concerned, this new race does not seem to show much hostility?" He said calmly.

"If you don't count the few scouts who died at their hands, you can indeed say that," Tyrande frowned slightly, "but this is an invasion, and I don't think the other party will have good intentions."

"As an invasion, we must fight back, but the vicinity of Azshara is the capital of the orcs. If we send out sentry troops, it will inevitably stir their nerves. At that time, the hard-won peace may be broken. That is not what we are willing to do. Seeing the situation." Lu Helmet said calmly.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"First of all, we must figure out their purpose, first determine whether there is a possibility of a peaceful solution, this matter will be handed over to the Cenarion Council, and I will send a few druids to communicate with them." Staghelm did it directly Decide.

Tyrande felt that the attitude of the other party was a bit weird, but the Druids were really good at communicating with other creatures, so it was reasonable to let them go to negotiate. The Temple of the Moon God and the Cenarion Council have been in power for so many years. There is friction on things that seem to be unquestionable.

"That's it." The priestess nodded slightly.

A few hours later, several druids set off, leaving the range of Nordrassil and entering Azshara, and a few more hours later, their bloody corpses were brought to Vashj by several naga thugs. forward.

Apparently their peaceful will was not perceived.

Vaschi glanced at these corpses coldly, and snorted, "Is this the response of those untouchables to our arrival? A few idiots who have degenerated into beasts? How ridiculous, throw them into the sea!"

Those naga thugs immediately carried out the order, and the druid's corpse was thrown into the trench. The smell of blood would soon attract a large number of carnivorous fish, erasing their last traces in this world.

"Okay, Vashj, don't get distracted by these unimportant things."

Standing on this piece of land named after her, Queen Azshara didn't seem to have any special feelings. Under the effect of the power of the void, she had recovered the elegant figure of the highborne, instead of the hideous shape. semi-mollusc state,

Of course, this is just an appearance.

The Queen is mobilizing her spiritual power to guide the power in a dark blue boulder. This boulder is one of the Pillars of Creation, a tidal stone that contains incredible power. Azshara's goal is a night elf stronghold in sight , which is the only station of the Kaldorei Sentinel in this land.

The sky and the earth were dark, dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, the weather changed suddenly in just a few minutes, a storm came directly, the sea surface was turbulent, and soon set off a wave like a giant mountain.

This is the power of the Tidal Stone, controlling the sky and sea.

As the waves pushed forward from the sea to the land, the sentinel fortress was as fragile as a castle of sand, and most of it collapsed immediately. The night elves stationed in it didn't react at all, and the Naga soldiers who had been prepared for a long time had already borrowed the help of the tide. This is completely their home field.

Apparently, the night elves were doomed, and there might not even be a single one alive.

Vashj looked at Azshara with a trace of fanaticism, even after thousands of years, the queen's power is still so strong.She looked at the collapsed sentinel fortress again, showing a cruel and happy expression.

"I really want to know when Cadore came back and realized that disaster was imminent."

At the same time, in the bay not far from here, that is where the Naga landed for the first time.Suddenly one after another pitch-black boats appeared on the surface of the sea. They paddled silently across the water and also docked silently.

The Naga people who stayed behind looked at these strange ships with jealous eyes. They could feel the gloomy and dead air that made people extremely uncomfortable, but they did not launch an attack. They had already received orders and knew that the other party was not an enemy.

The cabin was opened, and the cold death air became more intense. A large number of skeleton warriors, huge stitch monsters, ugly nerubians, and erratic ghosts appeared one after another. mainland.

Several necromancers built a teleportation circle as quickly as possible and let it operate. Soon a figure covered in black robes appeared, it was Isaacs.

The movement caused by the tide stone naturally attracted his attention immediately, but he soon lost interest. He looked to the east. Even here, he could see Mount Hyjal and the World Tree Noda on the top of the mountain. Hill, that's exactly what he was aiming for.

Isaacs suddenly felt a little funny. The Battle of Mount Hyjal would still be staged after all, but he never thought he would play such a role before.

Tremble, mortals, the end is coming!

This sentence seems appropriate to say now.

(End of this chapter)