Fandral Staghelm.

This is a very tragic character. Omnipotent observers have already known his story. Therefore, for Tyrion, Moana, who knelt down in front of him, would make this decision. He had no idea that Moana would make this decision.

Not surprising.

In fact, just when Moyana and Yrel had a "heart-to-heart" conversation, the Death Lord quietly told Tyrion about the matter through the spiritual link. Moreover, without Tyrion's approval, Yrel would

How could Riel believe in a living person of unknown origin so easily?

And Yrel, this unique Draenei girl, this extremely talented Death Lord, is definitely the most perfect one among all the recruitments Tyrion personally presided over. She can be said to be the gift of death to Tyrion.

The greatest gift, absolute loyalty, and complete emotions made her willing to follow Tyrion, not only because of duty, but also her own thoughts.

She thinks this is the right path, so she will do everything for it. Unlike other lords who always have concerns of one kind or another, such as our deep-thinking archlich Khadgar, no one knows what he is planning.

In the absence of forced thought control, Tyrion wished he had a few more lords like Yrel under his command, but then again, even if he really had the Helm of Dominance, Tyrion probably wouldn't

Went to bring it.

He knew better than anyone the consequences of wearing that helmet... He didn't want to lose himself.

"Vastann, the hero who died in the Battle of Quicksand, I heard that his body was torn into pieces by the insect-men."

Tyrion looked at Moana and whispered:

"You have to understand, Ms. Moana, Valstann is an orthodox night elf. Even if I can perfectly repair his body, I still can't find his soul from the World Tree. I won't do it for a

The allies will lead the undead to attack the Kaldorei."

"I know."

Moana nodded:

"But Valstann's soul is not in the World Tree. The place where he died in battle was in the evil kingdom of the insect people. That place was shrouded in strange power. The souls who died there could not be freed. After his death, my father

Several archdruids were summoned to cast spells together in an attempt to bring Vastann's soul back to the World Tree, but they failed."

"My husband's soul is trapped in the abyss of the Insect Empire. There is hope!"

A trace of determination flashed in the eyes of the high-level Druid:

"We will save Valstann's soul, and after that, everything will be up to you."

"Why not use your best natural magic?"

Tyrion pretended to be curious and asked:

"Can't the miraculous natural magic and the powerful wilderness demigods be able to resurrect a warrior who shouldn't have died? If you want to save life, why not ask for help from the source of life, but to seek help from death? Even if you give up 10,000 yuan,

Bu said, even if the body cannot be restored, with Staghelm's ability, after rescuing his son's soul and letting him live in the Emerald Dream forever, isn't it possible?"

"It's a shame, but we've tried all the natural magic available and we can't find the answer in our lives."

Moyana lowered her head, closed her eyes, and said softly in a voice filled with grief:

"So we can only embrace death. As for the Emerald Dream... the druids only live there temporarily. Based on our understanding of the real owner of that dream world, it is unlikely that it will open up for a mortal soul.

"

"What a miserable experience."

Tyrion comforted him dryly. After a moment, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he asked softly:

"But have you ever thought that 1,000 years have passed, and poor Valstann's soul may have been tortured by the vicious bug-men..."

"No!"

Moyana's voice became sharp at this moment. She raised her head, with a stubborn light dancing in her eyes:

"My Valstann won't give up! He... he's a hero, he'll hold on until we save him... He must be there! He, he must be there!"

Tyrion knew that stubborn flame all too well. It seemed that Staghelm was not the only one who went crazy because of Valstann's death. This family seemed to be a little abnormal. The pain of the death of a loved one was something that lingered throughout his life.

Nightmares, not to mention the devoted night elves, are just like White Claw. In the 1000 years since Valstann's death, Moana may have reached the edge of collapse. If she didn't still have a daughter to worry about, I'm afraid she

Already...lost.

He stopped asking questions. After a moment, he raised his hand, and Moyana's body half-kneeling on the ground was also lifted up by the power of silence. Then she heard the Dark Blade King say:

"In this case, I promised that after you find poor Valstann's soul, I will do my best to resurrect him to what you remember, but in exchange... Moana, I need to see

With your power, the druids can control the vitality that the undead cannot do."

"And in exchange, I only need you to do one thing for me...I need you..."

Tyrion looked at Moana, and his voice became serious:

"I need you to build our own Druid Legion for the Dark Blade Legion... I will look forward to seeing the Blighters who fight with the power of disease and darkness, and the Evergreen Woodlands of Gorgrond.

It will become your new laboratory, and those regenerated forest spirits may be helpful to you, but if not, it will be at your disposal!"

"I will not ask you to join the Darkblade... You are one of Staghelm's only remaining relatives, and I don't want to make Staghelm crazy."

Tyrion shook his hand:

"It's just a transaction. Once the transaction is completed, we will have nothing to do with each other anymore. That's it."

Moana did not argue. Seeing that Tyrion had lost interest in the conversation, she leaned over slightly and turned to leave. After the druid left, Tyrion's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, with a flash of thought.

Shining in his ice blue pupils, the night elves thought that the Qiraji and their hostile Qiraji were just a kind of monster, but they did not know the dark power behind the Qiraji.

The King of the Dark Blade can be sure that the soul of Vastann Staghelm is not in the hands of the insect people, but in the dark abyss that controls the insect people... If this is the case, he has a counterweight to Staghelm in his hand.

trump card!

"Yrel, my lord, you set out for Khaz Modan tonight, and tell Nasa that I want to meet with Chaldea Morgan at the nearest time! About some secrets of the ancient gods.

"

"I know, I'll leave immediately."

Yrel responded, and a moment later, a huge frost dragon wearing Draenei-style armor and inlaid with purple and red crystals took off from the Dark Temple and rushed into the vast night of the Draenor world.

At the speed of the Skeleton Dragon, coupled with the currently cleared Defias Federation airspace, the Death Lord may be able to reach the edge of Khaz Modan in a few hours.

It is said that the undead have built an advance base there, and there is a relatively special commander commanding the undead army there.

"Ah, the short vacation is over again."

Yrel sat on a gorgeous, Draenei-style saddle, pouting dissatisfiedly:

"The Dark Temple is so comfortable being rested by those human ghosts. Every time I come back, I don't want to leave."

"Can't you be a little more ambitious? You idiot Yrel!"

The banshee Samaroo was suspended above the dragon's head. She was very dissatisfied with her hands on her hips and screamed at Yrel:

"Myra, who joined later than you, is now the lord of a city, with hundreds of thousands of dwarves in charge, and you are still a leading soldier who charges into battle!"

"Myra can become the city lord because he is good at management, and Luminas has complained many times... She doesn't want her husband to stay underground and live like a mouse."

Yrel retorted:

"Besides, being a city lord is not as interesting as fighting... Don't you also like the killing on the battlefield? Let yourself go to your heart's content. Okay, my little darling Samaroo, let me rest quietly. What's next?

Very busy."

"Damn it! You are an undead, and undead don't need to rest!"

Samaru was still chattering, but seeing Yrel leaning on the saddle and falling into sleep, the Draenei sighed, slowly floated to her good sister, and reached out to touch her pale face.

"You know? Sometimes, I wish I was a man, my Yrel, and no one can take you away from me... No one can hurt you anymore."

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Evermore Woodland is a magical place.

This place was originally just a woodland at the junction of the Gorgrond Wasteland and the forest. However, after the undead threw the strange seed and the entire ecological ship here, with the Evergreen Woodland as the center, the entire Gorgrond range

The plants began to grow like crazy.

Nowadays, this original wasteland has been completely surrounded by trees. Except for the hills in the coastal area, which are still bare, the entire land is wrapped in green shade.

The place where the undead keep Gorons in captivity is also here. In the northwest of Gorgrond, an area is divided for the Gorons to hunt and live. Once the little Gorons reach adulthood, they enter the real maturity period.

After that, the undead will start a new wave of harvesting, but the growth of large creatures like Goron is a long process. Tyrion will probably have to wait for more than ten years if he wants to get a new colossus.

The strange growth of Yongmao Woodland also brought about another unexpected situation.

Forest Elves... a strange plant life, a creature that was once thought to have become extinct due to the massacre of the world by the orcs, has actually appeared again in the dense forests of Gorgrond. These guys are made of solid trees.

Made up of animals, their appearance is very similar to humans, but they are taller and have their own wisdom and civilized habits.

At the beginning, the forest elves tried to attack the undead here, but they were still in a tribal civilization. They were no match for the Dark Blade Legion. The war only lasted three days, and the lair of the forest elves was destroyed by bad temper.

Luminas was almost burned down in a fire. Later, it was managed by the Archlich Khadgar. I don’t know what method he used. In short, the remaining forest elves no longer resisted the undead, and they even expressed their willingness to join the Dark Blade.

Legion thoughts.

But the problem is that, except for a few lichs who can directly communicate with life spiritually, the entire Dark Blade Legion cannot understand the ancient language of the forest elves at all, so the matter of joining the group has been delayed.

"What an almost perfect plant life!"

Moyana was walking on the road of Yongmao Woodland. The extremely rich life energy here made her feel like she was reborn. Behind her, several forest elf elders followed respectfully. Drew, who was dedicated to maintaining the balance of nature,
To be continued...