frightfiction 252【There is no end to the sea of suffering, but when you turn around, you will find shore】
252【There is no end to the sea of suffering, but when you turn around, you will find shore】
Angmar did not expect to meet this tragic Archdruid here.
Ever since his son Valastan was killed in the Battle of Quicksand a thousand years ago, Staghelm has been missing him so much that he finally became ill and became an inescapable heartache.
If nothing else goes wrong, I am afraid that Staghelm has been deeply seduced by Harveys at this time. In order to "resurrect" his beloved son Varastan, he dedicated his soul to the Nightmare King and the ancient god forces behind him.And the rancid fruit in his hand must be the conspiracy of the nightmare forces.
Harveys, who has been dormant for 1 years, finally extended his claws to the real world.
Regardless of whether the new Well of Eternity will be affected by its corrupting power, Angmar cannot just sit back and watch this happen.
But he originally thought that Lu Gui would be hit by him if he saw something unruly, and there was a high chance that he would suddenly burst out and hurt someone, so he was ready to fight back.
But he didn't expect that when Lu Helmet heard his voice, his whole body trembled and he slowly took back the fruit in his hand.
"Should I call you Blood Elf Advisor or Lord Seer?"
Staghelm turned around in despair, "So you have foreseen my fall and are here to stop me?"
After being separated for several months, the archdruid lost weight several times. His face was horribly haggard and haggard, and his eyes were bloodshot. He still lacked the majesty of the archdruid of the Cenarion Circle.
Angmar was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.Staghelm must have heard long ago that the young blood elf advisor with whom he had a chance encounter was the prophet himself.
Now that his "true identity" has been recognized, Angmar put away his original respect, no longer pretended to be a chance encounter, and tried hard to immerse himself in the role of a real magic stick, letting his gaze become far-reaching, and said calmly:
"I just want to talk to you. The nightmare has blinded you, Staghelm, turn back before it's too late."
He did not let down his guard for a moment when he spoke. After all, the other party was Malfurion's most proud and powerful disciple, and his strength should not be underestimated. If he went crazy, he would not be able to bear it.
But what surprised him was that Staghelm had no intention of resisting at all.
"Look back"
A sad smile formed on the corner of Staghelm's mouth, he lowered his head and stared at the corruption seed in his hand.
"I violated my beliefs and failed my people. You must have foreseen it all. I corrupted the door of the Emerald Dream and helped the Nightmare King trap Ysera. After doing so many evil things, I still have Is there any room to turn back?”
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Trapped Ysera
Angmar was horrified, but he didn't show it on his expression. He still maintained the demeanor of an omniscient and omnipotent prophet, as if he had expected it, and looked calmly into Staghelm's eyes without saying a word.
In the official history, although the Old God was also at the same time point, while Azeroth's attention was attracted by the Burning Legion, he ordered Xavius to start corrupting the Emerald Dream.
But the early Nightmare Rebellion had nothing to do with Staghelm. It was only after the Battle of Mount Hyjal that the Archdruid completely fell.
He used means to prevent Malfurion from waking up after returning to the Emerald Dream, and persuaded the Cenarion Circle to plant Teldrassil to replace the World Tree.
This move is ostensibly for the benefit of the tribe, but in fact it is a medium for the nightmare to spread corruption to the physical world.Because Teldrassil was not blessed by the dragon, it was destined to be unable to resist the corruption of nightmares as early as its growth.
This conspiracy was not revealed until the Cataclysm.
Angmar sighed faintly: "You don't know what kind of monster you are dealing with."
"I know, of course I know"
Staghelm suddenly raised his head, with a look of madness in his eyes, and said: "He is the King of Nightmares, the source of corruption in the Emerald Dream. He can distort the boundary between reality and dreams. As long as I can fulfill his wishes, he will Give me Varastan back”
Angmar shook his head.
"No. His name is Harveys, one of the most favored and ambitious mages around Azshara 1 years ago. He was also the first night elf to succumb to the temptation of evil power and be transformed into a demonic form."
"After the defeat of the Burning Legion, I failed to destroy his soul. He successfully escaped into the Emerald Dream and turned to the arms of the Old Gods. Since then, he has been imprisoned by the Titans. For countless years, the Ancient Gods have been working tirelessly to regain freedom. , Harveys is just their lackey, a cancer in the dream.”
Angmar half-truthfully said that Xavius was "killed" by Malfurion in the official history, but there was obviously no loophole in his words.
If Staghelm could have known the origin of the Nightmare King as early as the beginning of the corruption and understood that all this was the conspiracy of the ancient gods, instead of being kept in the dark all the time, he might have realized the seriousness of the problem and would have woken up to a certain extent. a little.
"The Ancient God" Staghelit was startled.
Angmar knows that although the Emerald Dream reveals the original Azeroth that has not been affected by the outside world, the druids sleeping in it can still clearly perceive that when the ancient gods came countless years ago, they brought great changes to the world. corrupting influence.
In other words, like most mortals, the druids do not know what the Old Gods are, nor do they know the earth-shattering battle between the Titan creations and the Old Gods in the long past, but they can still learn about them in the Emerald Dream He was aware of the corruption that the original Azeroth had suffered and the scars that that battle had left on the world that were difficult to heal.
Angmar nodded and said:
"The ancient corruption you noticed in the dream came from the ancient gods. They were the forerunners of the Void Force to corrupt the Infinity. But now, you are used by Harveys as a tool to achieve his master's will. Don't say it is. He, and even his master, are nothing more than a corrupt entity made of flesh and blood, and have never had the ability to control the realm of death. Even if they give you a living Varastan"
He paused and asked: "It is also a shell condensed by shadow, but without a soul. His words and deeds all come from the memory of Varastan in your mind. Is this what you want? "
"No, you are lying to me. I clearly heard Varastan's whisper. You are lying to me."
Under Angmar's heavy pressure, Staghelm's biggest psychological pillar collapsed, because he found that all this was just a castle in the air built of lies, which was beyond his reach. He suddenly covered his ears and roared crazily.
The majestic power of nature emitted from Deer Helmet's body, causing the lake surface to ripple. The vegetation on the shore grew wildly, and soon turned into thick vines dancing wildly in the wind, and the branches of distant trees were washing. There is a sound of gargling, and Mang Mang naturally seems to feel his anger, and resonates with anger.
"woooooo"
The nearby sentry thought there was a demonic invasion and immediately blew the horn. After just a few breaths passed, a large number of soldiers rushed over in a defensive formation.The hippogryph riders in the sky flew over on their mounts, but were blown around by the sudden surge of wind.
In the center of the chaos, Angmar forced himself to stand where he was, trying his best to maintain a calm expression, and asked softly:
"Why do you think I didn't stop all this before it happened, but just watched you come to this point before you showed up? Let it go, Staghelm, the dead are gone."
The night elf soldiers who gathered around found that not only were there no demons here, but that the trouble was caused by the prophet and the archdruid, whom everyone loved, they were all surprised and hesitated to move forward.
"It's been 1000 years, exactly 1000 years. Varastan's dying scream still lingers in my ears. Can you imagine the pain, Prophet?"
Staghelm walked up to Angmar, grabbed him by the collar, and shouted hysterically, his eyes red.
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Seeing this, the soldiers hardly hesitated, and all their spears, bows and arrows were pointed at Staghelm.
But in the face of Staghelm's wrath, Angmar almost used his magic to escape, so how could he care about this?
If he knew that these soldiers didn't even know right from wrong and sided with him without hesitation, he would definitely be more curious about how noble a "prophet" is to the night elves.
Angmar forced himself to remain calm, pretending not to mind Staghelm's disrespectful behavior, and sighed with a look of compassion:
"All men die once, and it may be more serious than Mount Hyjal, or it may be less serious than a wildkin's feather."
Istaria still remains in Quel'Thalas to receive my teachings. She is a good child with a pure heart.
Do you want to see the tears when Istaria, who has lost her father, comes back from her studies and finds that you have fallen into despair? Look back before it's too late. "
It was a bit too much to say. Angmar didn't know what kind of impression the "prophet" had left on the other party. Perhaps a direct warning with a cold face, "Loosen my collar before I get angry" would be more in line with his superior status, but An Gema really didn't dare. If Staghelit did something irrational again, he would be completely exposed.
If a fight breaks out, Angmar will definitely suffer.
"Istaria"
Staghelm's vision regained some clarity, he let go of Angmar's collar, staggered back a few steps, and roared with great regret.
Angmar was about to speak when a rhythmic sound of flapping wings suddenly came from the air. He saw a giant red dragon covered with soft red scales and decorated with exquisite ornaments on the horns of its head slowly flying closer, followed by others. A bird of prey, he looked up and breathed a sigh of relief.
The soldiers around him retreated, leaving an open space for the dragon to land.
After landing, a burst of smoke rose around the raptor. Malfurion walked out of it and saluted Angmar respectfully:
"prophet."
Alexstrasza maintained the form of a dragon. After nodding to Angmar, he frowned and looked at Staghelm, who was behaving abnormally.
"Confess your crimes to your teacher and the Red Dragon Queen, Staghelm. Your future should not be trapped in lies."
"What have I done?" In the eyes of Malfurion and Alexstrasza, the pain in Staghelm's eyes became more intense. He took a deep breath, slowly knelt down on one knee, and handed over the weapon in his hand. Seed of corruption.
The moonlight penetrated the canopy of Nordrassil, and under the dots of starlight, surrounded by thousands of soldiers, Angmar stood proudly on the bank of the devastated New Well of Eternity.
It's just that my heartbeat is a bit fast and I sweat a bit too much.
It's really not easy to be a magic stick.