Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 149:48. Eternal life is watching you, wild nature has you by the throat, you lackey of the Titan! Die!

The ancient life eventually weakened.

The wild life that once made the "Defender" Aggramar feel difficult has been stripped away by time, and its invincible power can no longer even withstand the "greetings" from the Holy Light.

The Lord of the Thorn Beast is quite powerful, but fire is the natural enemy of plants.

Powerful solar storms were continuously released, and the scorching holy flames enveloped the entire field in a short time. The body of the original ancestral beast lord Narta was constantly ignited. Although the vitality was constantly infused, when his own strength could not defeat the sentinel, the powerful self-healing could only bring him more pain.

While Diakum was fighting against the ancient life, Rexxar who was accompanying him was also busy.

Large groups of strange creatures rushed out from the woods ahead, trying to drag Rexxar and his beasts into the "hell of life". They were orcs, ogres, tiger men and even beasts from Gorgrond. They still maintained their original bodies, but their bodies were covered with strange spores and mushrooms.

Rexxar saw with his own eyes the orc with the carnivorous plant growing on his head attacking him, and then being chopped down by him without mercy.

They only retain a layer of "human skin", while their internal flesh and organs have long been parasitized and transformed by these vicious plant spores. Those "seeds" absorb their flesh and vitality to strengthen themselves, allowing them to grow into greedy and crazy forms.

These "pseudo-people" are the horror legend of Gorgrond, and are also the "horror memories" left by the mysterious forest elves to all races in the outside world.

In the past, there were people who tried to establish friendships with the forest spirits. These creatures, neither human nor ghost, were the final fate of those who recklessly stepped into the forest spirit forest.

"Ruklan! Burn them to death and give these suffering lives a rest in peace!"

Rexxar called out to his beast companion.

The huge and ferocious Sun Raven immediately shook off the entangled vines around it, flapped its wings and took off, took a "deep breath" in the air, and then the sun fire roared down, igniting all the hideous creatures in front of Rexxar.

Those "pseudo-humans" screamed in terror and fled in flames.

But there were some individuals whose wills had not yet been completely taken away, and they just stayed in the flames.

Through the raging flames, Rexxar could even see one of the Blackrock orcs, who was parasitized and even had two "heads", making a "thank you" gesture to him with difficulty, then opening his arms and letting the flames engulf him.

This scene made Rexxar feel an indescribable emotion surge in his heart.

He is a natural born animal whisperer. He has been able to listen to the sounds of nature and the wilderness since he was a child, but the life he has perceived in the past is full of tolerance, vigorous tenacity and the cruelty of survival of the fittest. All of this has shaped who he is today.

But only when he stepped into this forest today, he saw the other side of the concept of "life".

Greedy and endless gluttony, wanton and wild growth, uncontrolled parasitic assimilation and ancient hatred that will not be erased by time.

He had witnessed with his own eyes the power of the "Red Scourge" that the Shadow Council used to attack the Alliance of K'ure. Wasn't the "Hand of Death" that had hung over the Orc civilization for nearly a thousand years the result of the hatred of this ancient life before him for the world today?
Rexxar is a natural hunter.

He is extremely talented and is walking the most orthodox path of the Force of Life. If he wants to reach a higher level, he must have a deeper understanding of the concept of "the Force of Life". Today, as he follows the Sentinels to the oldest source of life in Draenor, Rexxar finally sees the opposite side of this power.

This made him almost instantly understand Diakum's constant saying: "The more in the light, the more wary of the shadow."

Each of the six forces has the opposing concepts of positive and negative. If one cannot understand this concept of "two sides of the same coin", then one will be trapped at the level of "Force Walker" and unable to climb any higher.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Lexa? Is there something dirty on my face?"

Diakum shook the burning Ashbringer in his hand to let the scorching holy flame dissipate. He looked at Rexxar, who did not hide anything but honestly told the Sentinel about his previous "epiphany".

He now urgently needs some guidance from his "seniors".

"You are indeed a natural born life walker. I couldn't comprehend these complex moral principles at your age."

Dick bent down and took out an emerald green, human-head-sized "seed" from the still-burning corpse of the Eternal Giant and held it in his hand, motioning Rexxar to follow him and advance towards the Evergrove deep in the forest along the passage exposed after the thorn beast was knocked down.

他 说:

"I'm not a life traveler, but I know that once life is born, it's hard to erase it. It will always find a way out. However, when the forest is too prosperous, there will always be thunder on stormy nights that ignite wildfires, burning those trees that have exceeded the natural balance. Their ashes will fall to the earth, and the remaining warmth will nurture the seeds beneath the earth.

balance!

Balance resides in all things.

The Yongmao Forest before our eyes is a monster formed when vitality reaches a wild extreme. Even the ancestor of all things will turn into a devourer more terrifying than the devil when it loses control.

All forces have two sides. Use the power wisely but be wary of it."

"Is this also true for fel energy?"

Rexxar asked:
"I can't sense any positive power from the devil."

"Demons are demons, and fel energy is fel energy. The two are incomparable. The demons' brutal habits and innate desire for destruction are indeed a big problem. However, the existence of the twisting void is like a double-sided barrier to the material universe.

It will certainly hurt us, but it can also withstand the surging Void Chaos head-on."

Dick shook his head and said:
"This is particularly evident in Sargeras, the supreme lord of the Twisting Nether and all demons. This truth may be hard for you to accept, but the fact is that without the Burning Legion's Ash Crusade, the seeds of corruption in the Sunless Sea would have already spread across the material stars.

You have seen the Void Curse of Sethe with your own eyes, and you should know that its destructive power is comparable to that of demons."

"But if they are just on a cosmic scale, should we accept their destruction?"

Rexxar said loudly:

"No, that's not right."

"So 'justice' has always been a complex concept. How it works depends solely on your understanding of it, especially in this universe where great forces are self-generated. The six original forces all have their own 'justice', and they will also spread these ideals among the stars."

The guard said in a serious tone:
"When the justice of the Force conflicts with your own justice, that's when you should make a choice. This is where the importance of 'morality' is reflected. When you need to go against the path of the Force, your morality is the only force you can rely on.

Just like now.”

Diakum stopped.

Before his and Rexxar's eyes, on the forest path leading deep into the Evergrove, green forest elves had formed a loose formation to block their way forward.

Led by several gigantic forest elf elders, these bizarre creatures, composed entirely of trees and vines, wielding root spears, united in their hatred to block the invaders. Their expressionless faces were filled with anger, but Diakum could clearly see the deep fear hidden in their emerald green eyes.

Of course they should be afraid.

Their "gods" had just been defeated by the outsider who wielded the holy flame. They alone could not stop these two powerful invaders from entering their holy land, but they were still unwilling to give way and let this dangerous guy enter their forest.

They fear the scorching fire of heaven that will consume their remaining sacred places.

"Like now."

Dick said to Rexxar, who was holding his two axes tightly beside him:

"You are a traveler on the path of life, and so are they. They adhere to completely different moral principles from you, but they are all extensions of the original force of life. Can you tell who is right and who is wrong between you and them?

Forget 'justice', Rexxar.

Only if you are not overwhelmed by the inherent complexity of this concept can you truly embrace it."

The Sentinel put his sword back into his bag, and under the vigilant gaze of these forest elves who looked like a "downgraded version of Groot", he walked towards them with the seeds left after the defeat of the Eternal Naltar in his hands.

As the forest elves roared in anger, Diakum handed the seed to the forest elf elder in the front with both hands.

This guy in front of me must be very ancient.

Dick could see that the flowers growing on its shoulders and head were definitely not from any plant that existed in this world. They might be flowers that had become extinct in the outside world.

It is covered with a "robe" woven with grass and vines, and the wooden staff in its hand is decorated with bones of flesh and blood. Its eyes are dark green, like the most beautiful emerald gems.

It stared at the Thorn Beast Seed that Diakum handed to it, very alert and without making any move, but then it heard Diakum say to it in their language:
"I know the original ancestral thorn beast will not die. As long as you return this seed to your holy land and nurture it, it will be reborn in the future with its memories. The same is true for you forest elves. All forest elves share a thought network that originates from the same source. You are one, and you are also ten thousand.

'Death' is a false proposition for you.

I have no intention of humiliating your gods. I just need to pay homage to your holy land. This world is in danger. I don't believe that you cannot feel the erosion of evil energy. It is killing this world, and it is also killing you!
If the warring tribes continue their folly, if the demonic corruption continues to deepen, the forest elves will become the first species to become extinct in this era of Draenor. You won't even perish in war. You are the essence of life. Will you bow to death? "

The language of the forest elves is even harder to speak than demon language.

Although Diakum kept complaining that Demonic Language was like playing a tape in reverse and that speaking it too many times would even strain his vocal cords, compared to the language of the Forest Elves, which was composed entirely of roars, growls, and whimpers, the difficulty of Demonic Language was not worth mentioning.

The sentinel needed to keep his vocal cords vibrating for a long time in order to produce sounds of different frequencies. He felt that if he spoke a few more words, his vocal cords might be broken.

Elder Lin Jing was also shocked.

Its plant-like face showed a rather human expression of fear.

The old man has lived for nearly tens of thousands of years, and this is the first time he has heard such an authentic "local accent" from a life form other than the forest elves. It even has a hint of the "accent" of the spore settlement in ancient times that has not yet been shattered by the giant creator Grond.

It looked Diakum up and down, then hesitantly reached out to take the huge seed and handed it to the forest elf warrior in wooden armor beside it.

It discussed with several other elders.

Their discussion must have been intense, because both Diakum and Rexxar noticed that the ancient flowers of different colors on the heads of several elders kept blooming and withering in their excitement, as if they had gone through several springs and autumns.

Fortunately, they eventually reached an agreement.

Under Diak'um's gaze, the forest elf elder stretched out his left hand, and two strange seeds emerged from the curled vines on his fingers. He handed the two seeds to the Sentinel and Rexxar, and pointed to the sacred forest behind him.

The meaning is obvious.

"It wants us to swallow the seeds?"

Rexxar instantly thought of the Blackrock orc who had just been burned to death in the flames but seemed to be relieved. He said with a face full of resistance:

"Isn't this really a trap? This seed can take over our minds and turn us into 'pseudo-humans'."

"Yes, we can refuse to use it."

Dick reached out and took the seed. He examined it and said:
"We could fight our way into the Everbloom and set it ablaze with holy fire. I could do it alone. I could force the artifact to connect to Draenor's World Heart, and it could become a weapon to protect the world. But that would mean we and the world would lose a precious 'possibility'."

The Alliance of K'ure must unite the forces of this world to fight against the Burning Legion. We have united the Draenei, Ogres, Orcs, Crowmen and Tigermen. Now there is only one last hurdle left.

Forest sprites are also the life of Draenor, and their existence is even older than that of all other races combined.

Others may fight for the future, but the forest elves will definitely fight all invaders for the world itself until the end of time. They will be our most steadfast and undefeated comrades in the face of demons.

The prerequisite is that we have to convince them.

Rexxar, we are emissaries from Draenor, and we come to persuade our oldest brother to join us in the fight against the enemy."

Under Rexxar's gaze, the saint took off his helmet and swallowed the seed in front of the forest elf. You know what, it tasted pretty good, sweet like sweetroot.

After swallowing the thing, he turned back to Rexxar and smiled, saying:
"Remember what I just said? Balance! Balance exists in all things. You see two paths of life unfolding before you. It's time to decide which one you will take. There's no rush. Stay here."

He turned around, and the forest elves' hostility towards him disappeared at this moment. They surrounded Diakum as if they were one of their own and disappeared on the road to the sacred forest. There was also a forest elf elder who stayed here, and he looked at Rexxar vigilantly with the warriors.

If he doesn't eat the seeds, don't even think about getting in!
"Quack, you big dumb bastard!"

Just as Rexxar hesitated, Old Ansu's voice sounded quietly beside his ears. The Midnight Crow God scolded him with a tone of "hate iron but not steel":
"Diachem was almost telling you the truth! Why don't you understand?

balance!

He asks you not to choose one path, quack, to pursue the balance between 'wild nature' and 'harmonious nature'!

Rexxar, a natural beast speaker, you can walk the path of wildness and harmony at the same time. You are a hunter and lead your beasts to fight, but you can also transform into a beast and become their true king!

When you are a hunter, you fight against nature; when you are a beast, you represent nature.

Wow, this really puzzles me. How can a holy warrior like him know so much about your way of life?
Could it be that he has also learned the ways of druidry?
Forget it, I won’t say any more to you. Quack, what I want is also in it, I’ll leave first.”

The advice from the god Ansu was not a sudden enlightenment. The simple-minded orc Rexxar was actually smarter than Ansu imagined. He could understand Diakum's reminder.

He simply couldn't make up his mind at the moment.

His wolf, Halassa, sensed his master's hesitation, so he pressed his big head into Rexxar's arms and whimpered as if in encouragement, while the huge sun raven, Luklan, also cried out and gently touched Rexxar's shoulder with its hot beak.

"Do you also want to see me truly blend into the wilderness and nature? Do you also think this is my destiny?"

Rexxar caressed his beast companions.

He felt their desire and encouragement. Perhaps in their eyes, Rexxar's talent as a beast far exceeded his talent as a "human."

"This is a test that belongs to me."

The Mok'Nathal looked at the seed in his hand. Under the watchful eyes of the forest elves, he put it into his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach with his head tilted back. He could clearly feel the seed "taking root and sprouting" as it fell into his stomach, and in a rather strange posture, its branches connected to Rexxar's organs.

This is obviously a means of assimilation to prevent this dangerous guy from breaking the constraints of the holy land.

The seed had not yet infected the orc, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the forest elves making way for him, and he also understood the whispers of the forest elf elder:

"Welcome home, son of life who has returned from his wrong path. Go, meet our ancestor, and I will cleanse you of the blood of your enemies and restore you to glorious purity."

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"External power access completed! Power path: Life Force → Life Ancestor "Fungus Lord" Zanga, "Tree King" Potaan, "Father of the Jungle" Nayanu → "World-Eater" Tayala → "Father of Evergrowth" Nalegar.

Power access form: assimilation/parasitism.

hint!

The seed you swallowed is highly parasitic. Its assimilation power will be greatly enhanced in the Evergrove. Once you do something that angers the forest spirits and the will of life, the seed will break and grow. At that time, the power derived from the Force of Life will forcibly seize your body and occupy your consciousness.

hint!

You are undergoing a special racial transformation. The mythical creature blood you possess can help you resist the assimilation and possession of the life force, but this resistance cannot prevent your flesh and blood from transforming into plant life.

caveat!

Please find a way to crack the seed before it breaks.

Special Warnings:

You're absolutely crazy! You're truly willing to risk everything for that broken ideal of yours! Forest spirits are the concentrated embodiment of the life force within the wild nature faction. These followers who uphold the 'wild growth' ethic won't listen to reason with you.

But there is a way to break the deadlock!

The void corrupts everything, and this is not just talk. When necessary, you can steel your heart and wield the Twilight Hammer to launch a "Evergrowth National Free Fighting Tournament" against these outrageous forest elves.

loyalty!】"

The pulsating runes converged before Diakum's eyes, conveying hints and warnings, but the vigilant swiftly ignored them.

He was now walking on a small path in the Yongmao Forest. The forest elves that surrounded him had disappeared into the woods. The place was full of strange trees and huge flowers that looked like plants that only existed in ancient times.

Judging from the simplest biological principles, the oxygen content in Draenor's air today is simply not enough for the flowers to grow to this size!
Most importantly, Diakum could clearly feel that every blade of grass, every flower, and every vine beside him had its own consciousness. They stayed quietly in their own growing areas, watching Diakum walking among them in their own way.

Those "eyes" were not friendly, but they did not initiate an attack either.

Well, now it really is a talking tree, the fungus is ecstatic!

"I felt like I was walking in the stomach of a living beast. The entire Evergrove Forest was alive. This was the home of that enormous will."

The vigilant reached out and patted the "naughty" tree trunk next to him that was trying to trip him, and said:
"The spore colony that once could devour the world has fallen to such a state that it can only hide its head and tail. Even its revenge on the world has to be secretly spread by spreading plague spores.

Poor you, look what has become of you at the hands of the meddling Titans."

As he spoke, he was sure the trees understood him, but not a single vine was willing to respond. The woodland before him was constantly changing, shaping a path for the vigilant.

That was the only way forward, the forest elves here demanded that he meet the being he wanted to see.

Soon, the sentinel arrived in front of the pool in the center of the woods.

In the center of this pool of life, covered with water plants and vines, a huge seed was suspended in the water. When Diakum approached the pool amidst the overflowing flowers, the seed quickly grew and blossomed. As the huge petals opened, an oversized forest spirit awoke from the shape of the plants.

When it stood up, animated vines spread out to shape an exaggerated suit of armor for it. When it stretched out its hand, dead vines in the water rose up to embellish the ancient wooden staff.

It is worth mentioning that the top of this wooden staff is inlaid with a gorgeous Apexis crystal and the sun emblem of the Crowman Empire.

This was the trophy taken from the crown of the last Arakkoa King of the Solar Empire. It was the most precious miracle left after the fall of the Solar Empire, and a memorial to the Forest Elves' failed ancient conquest.

Holding something like this, one can imagine the identity of this forest spirit.

"Greetings to you, Lord Nargar, Guardian of the Evergrowing, Father of the Forest Elves, Pureblood of the Spore Colony, and Progenitor of Plants."

Diakum performed an audience ceremony and said:
"In the oldest stories of the Anzu scroll collectors, there is still a record of you leading the World Eater Tayala and the endless army of forest elves to destroy the Sun Empire.

The ancient arakkoa, who were forced into a corner by you, were forced to use destructive weapons to repel your plant frenzy, but the Solar Empire was destroyed and the landscape of the Spires of Arak was shaped today.

Unfortunately, all they try to kill is your body.
For the forest elves, "death" is a false proposition. You have always been alive, guarding the Yongmao Forest, guarding the final will of the ancestors of life.

The history that others tell is nothing but your life."

Facing Diakum's greeting, the "Father of Yongmao" just stared at him indifferently. After Dick finished speaking, he pointed the wooden staff adorned with ancient gems at the sentinel.

it says:

"Servant of the Titan! Are you here to die?"

"Have you sensed the star soul of Argus?"

Diakum stroked the Heart of Argus on his fingers and whispered:
"The Supreme Lord I serve is only a Star Soul, not a Titan. All the Force longs to obtain Him, but at least for now, He still has the power to choose the future.

I am not a servant of the Titans, nor a servant of the Holy Light. I come here only on behalf of myself and my people! Before discussing the fate of this world with you, I have a small request.

A request! "

The Sentinel stared at the ancient forest elf leader who had personally experienced the Genesis of Draenor. He said in a deep voice:

"You! Take back the Red Scourge's plague spores immediately! Spare my people and the warriors of the K'ure Alliance from that damnable torture, allowing them to fully prepare for the battle to defend the world!"

"Ah"

The forest spirit made a disdainful sound.

So Diakum gave up reasoning and started talking about physics.

He grasped the Twilight Hammer.

The moment this dangerous "void nuclear weapon" was taken out, all the plants in the Yongmao Forest, every blade of grass and every flower were screaming.

The void roars, the lightless sea boils, and the monsters in the shadows howl, looking forward to personally corroding the supreme creation of the life force and considering it a rare honor.

"I'll give you one more chance to form your words, ancient forest spirit."

Diakum held up Shadowroar's Twilight Hammer and spoke calmly to the father of Evermao, who had stepped back with a furious expression:

"With my left hand I offer peace, with my right I hold destruction. Now, the choice is yours."

(End of this chapter)