"Look!"

An exquisite scroll made of animal skin was placed on the table of Patriarch Moyana. She raised her head and looked at the Harvest Wizard in front of her with confusion. The latter stretched lazily and leaned on

At Moyana's desk, he looked at the Patriarch and said softly:

"The official letter sent to us by the Cenarion Circle... Those cunning colleagues invited us to participate in the great cause of "the return of demigods", and they defeated us."

Moana put down the quill in her hand, picked up the scroll and looked at it, then shook her head and said to the harvest wizard in front of her:

"Isn't this the usual method of the Cenarion Circle? Assimilate if you can't beat them, turning enemies into friends. They may have realized that we don't have a perfect way to resurrect demigods. Maybe they want to make us look embarrassed.

.”

"No! No...Moyana, I don't think so."

Harvest Wizard, one of the six great druids in the Wither group, this disciple of the great Druid of Staghelm rubbed his chin at this moment and said to Moana:

"I can read the anxiety of our colleagues from this letter. Maybe the demigod Ansu has put pressure on them again. You and I both know that Rukhma, the sun-flamed raven, is almost the innermost feeling of Ansu.

The only pillar of support, this has been dragging on for more than ten years, and with the resurrection of Agamaggan, I think Ansu has probably been extremely anxious for a long time."

"Isn't this better?"

Patriarch Moana handed the scroll back to the Harvest Wizard Alter. She started to look at the documents piled on the table in front of her again. The development of the Wither Sect in the world of Draenor has been extremely rapid recently. Shatta

Many exiles in the city who do not believe in the Holy Light have joined the Wither Cult, as well as those races that have preserved civilization under the rule of the Dark Blade, such as the Orgrira ogres of Gorgrond, and the Babel

The arakkoa people in the peak all regard the Wither Sect as a trustworthy ally under the official propaganda.

In the past few days, the Patriarch is busy contacting the shamans of the Clay Council of Nagrand Grassland and the Throne of Elements. The Blighters are trying to create a strong neutral camp. These people have no regard for worldly affairs and only care about repairing the elemental rules of Draenor.

Shamans are just the people we can unite with.

"Give it to my father, Alter."

The Patriarch whispered:

"I believe that my father will make a right decision. In addition, we must pay attention to Anzu's movements. If it sends a messenger, we must take it seriously. We might as well tell it that we do have the means to resurrect Rukhma.

method..."

"We will ally with the Cenarion Circle and turn the faith dispute between the two into a milder doctrinal dispute, but that must be after Anzu joins us... All druids must know that the Blighter

An organization that represents true nature... rather than the loose Cenarion Circle, who want to assimilate us? No... we will eventually assimilate them!"

The last words of the Patriarch revealed the ambition of the Wither Sect, but with the secret support of High Lord Tyrion, they indeed have this ability.

Before leaving, the Harvest Wizard asked:

"I haven't been back to Draenor recently. How is my brother Vastann's condition? Is he awake?"

"No."

Hearing this question, the Patriarch's face showed a trace of happiness. She brushed her long hair and said softly:

"He is still being purified by Adal in Shattrath City, but things are going very smoothly. His soul has begun to become active again. Maybe in a few years, we can truly reunite."

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The Wither Ones are still waiting for the messenger sent by Anzu to discuss with them the issue of resurrecting Rukhma.

But in fact, Ansu did send an envoy, but it was not sent to the Wither. As early as when the Wither secretly contacted Ansu for the first time and conveyed their willingness to help resurrect Rukhma, Ansu

Just know that there must be another force involved behind this.

Don’t forget, in the world of Draenor, Ansu watched Tyrion single-handedly support the Wither Sect. Ansu has indeed disguised himself very well in the past ten years since he came to Azeroth, packaging himself as

A brave, powerful and slightly evil storm god, but observers should not forget that in the world of Draenor, Anzu is known as the God of Deception.

Beneath the simple and beautiful appearance of this great raven, there is a slightly darker soul hidden... Its disguise even eluded the Green Dragon Queen who rules the Emerald Dream.

But when facing old friends, Ansu doesn't need to disguise himself at all, and it doesn't want to disguise itself either.

"Wow"

The weather in Stormwind City has been very bad in recent days. The gloomy night was accompanied by a heavy storm, and lightning flashed across the clouds from time to time, drawing out pale arcs of light in the darkness.

Fortunately, the harvest season in the Western Wilderness has passed, otherwise such heavy rains would destroy the farmers' efforts for a year in just a few days.

In such weather, no one wants to go out. Even the death knights living in the Midnight Garden would rather stay in their rooms alone in such a night and recall the past, or enter soul dormancy early, and

Compared with the boring entertainment methods a few years ago, after the environment of the Death Realm gradually stabilized, the death knights who have served for more than 5 years have 14 hours of "entertainment" time in the Death Realm every week.

.

Compared with the cold, boring, pale and indifferent real world, the new world that is more vivid and can restore all the emotions and senses of the living obviously fascinates these loyal undead people. They take a bath in a hot spring and fight with their friends.

Play bridge, hang out for a few hours in the castle bar in the Realm of Death, or simply have a pleasant one-night stand with a female death knight.

There are too many things to do in that world, but unfortunately, the great lord will not let his most brave warriors get lost in that world... It is just a place to rest, but until the Dark Blade comes to this world

Before the mission ends, the Dark Blade warriors still have to return to reality.

But...for the Death Knights of Dark Blade, it is indeed enough.

"Wow"

Another pale arc of light streaked across the sky, and in that fleeting light, a Storm Raven flying quickly in the storm slipped silently into the midnight garden of Stormwind City on this rainy night.

She seemed to know her destination very well. After flapping her wings again, following the gliding trajectory, the Storm Raven followed an open window very quickly and entered a dark room.

"Wow"

The light brought by the pale arc of light lit up along the window, reflecting a slender figure wearing a hood in the dark room. In this fleeting light, Ms. Hisari Black Crow reflected this unusual figure.

I scanned the large room, it looked like a study, and there seemed to be no trace of human activity in it.

The Patriarch of Anzu took a step forward, and some water stains dripped from the edge of her hood on the ground. Amidst the slight sound of the water droplets hitting the floor, a cluster of faint blue light spots appeared in front of Ms. Hisari's eyes.

Rising up in the darkness, the light spot was like some kind of creature. It began to expand the moment it appeared. While Ms. Hisari grabbed the claw blade at her waist, the creature that should not have appeared had already completed its shape.

.

In this dark study, a majestic blue stag is sizing up the strange night elf in front of him. Its body is completely composed of thick energy, which is very similar to the wilderness that Ms. Hisari saw in the Emerald Dream.

The soul form of a demigod, but the stag in front of him did not exude the gentleness of life energy. On the contrary, a cold breath wrapped around its body like a storm.

This is a strange creature. Xisali has never seen this kind of creature before, but she can feel the terrible threat emanating from the creature in front of her. She pursed her lips, and in the indifference of the soul stag's eyes, she slowly

He slowly raised his hands to show that he meant no harm.

This action caused the stag, which raised its front hooves to prepare for a charge, to stop. It tilted its head curiously and examined the Hisari Black Crow in front of it, while Ms. Black Crow said in her own deep and pleasant voice:

"I am here on behalf of Anzu to visit his old friend, Mr. Tyrion. Blade of the Dawn..."

"Um?"

At this moment, Tyrion's surprised voice sounded from the office chair behind Xisali. With the appearance of his voice, the entire dark study became brighter in a strange manner. The great lord waved,

The dangerous soul stag rushed towards its owner with great joy. In one leap, its body shrank rapidly and soon became the size of a cat. It fell into Tyrion's arms, and then seemed to

He licked Tyrion's fingers with his tongue as affectionately as a pet.

"It seems Ansu really trusts you, and even told you the secrets it should hide."

The great lord "transformed" a soul fragment similar to a gummy from his fingers, placed it in the palm of his hand, and fed it to the soul deer in his arms. While comforting his pet, he used his ice-blue eyes to

Looking at the high-level Druid lady in front of him, Tyrion narrowed his eyes when he saw Hisari's face:

"Have I seen you before? This lady..."

"No!"

It is not an easy task to look into the eyes of the great lord. The power of the Realm of Death fills Tyrion's soul, and the eyes are the windows of the soul, so looking directly into his eyes means that Hisari. Black Crow is there.

Staring at the entire world of death...that was not a pressure that this talented but very young girl could bear, so she quickly lowered her head and said in a humble tone:

"You have never seen me, Great Lord, as for Your Excellency Ansu..."

Xisali took off her hood and said calmly:

"I don't regard it as a demigod that I believe in. It takes great care of me and makes it more like my father."

"Then you must not know how that old bastard treats his Familia in the world of Draenor... Listen to my advice, girl."

Tyrion patted the head of his pet Arceus, who was full and sleepy, and said playfully:

"Stay away from that old bastard Anzu. He doesn't keep his promises. I asked him to do a few things for me... You see, I've been waiting for more than ten years and he still hasn't done it...

Or simply, it doesn’t want to help me at all, that guy who deceives the world and steals his reputation, right? Ansu!”

"Shut up! Tyrion, look at you, you are more evil than when we were separated!"

A crow flew out of the storm with flapping wings and fluttered its feathers. It stood on Ms. Hisari's shoulder. It stared at Tyrion in front of it with its black eyes. It made Ansu's voice:

"Gah! I just showed up a little later, and I heard you trying to pollute my poor daughter with your disgusting thoughts... Hisari is a good child, you shouldn't do this!"

"Trust me, Anzu."

Tyrion said softly:

"The fact that she can walk into my study safely and wait for you to arrive has proven my goodwill towards this child... But speaking of which, you bastard took the initiative to come to me. Could it be that you need me to do something for you?

These things...wait, where is Rukhmar? It has been more than ten years, and poor Rukhmar hasn't been resurrected yet? Is the work efficiency of the Cenarion Circle so bad?"
To be continued...