Chapter 753 84. Do You Want to Kill Me? Piece of Cake! As Long as You Fight Hae Hyun, Then We Will Be Friends

"Someone is coming, right in the den."

On the way to Orfa's den on the snow-capped mountains of Drustvar, Nasa, wearing moonlight armor, brushed the snow under her feet with her hands, turned to face the big man behind her who was leaning on a wooden staff and carrying a bag full of herbs. Jingspeaker said:

"Probably an enemy. Archdruid, didn't you say that this is the territory of the two demigods? Why didn't they issue a warning? Could it be that the cultists are chasing us?"

"No, those villains of the sea never enter Drustvar. They know that this is not their territory."

The Great Jing Speaker has a hunched body and wears a strange shiny wooden mask. His appearance and age cannot be clearly seen, but judging from his feeling alone, he should be very old.

He spoke in a calm tone, as if there was nothing in the world that he should be afraid of or shrink from.

Facing Nasa's caution, the old druid's tone did not change. He said:

"The fact that the demigods did not warn us means that they are not enemies. Watcher, please be quiet. This is my residence and I will talk to the guests who arrive."

Nasa is more than four times the age of this old druid, but at this moment in the snow of the Drustvar mountains, facing the request of the Great Jingspeaker, it is difficult for her to refute.

Not only because this old-looking human druid saved her and her subordinates on a stormy night, but also because Nasa had seen with her own eyes how this druid used the power of nature.

He rivals any archdruid in the Cenarion Order.

The scene when he activated the forest even reminded Nasa of Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage during the War of the Ancients.

The most important thing is that the natural path followed by this Great Thorn Speaker is different from the "natural harmony" pursued by the druids of the Cenarion Order. What they pursue is the "balance of life and death."

In other words, this druid did not regard killing as a sin.

Although it may seem like just a doctrinal difference, it turns out to be terrifying upon closer inspection.

Once he sees someone as a sinner who interferes with the balance of life and death, he can use nearly unlimited natural powers to complete the reshaping of the balance.

To put it simply, the old druid in front of him is a legendary great druid who has unlocked the "natural limiter". His destructive power is several times that of ordinary druids.

"Well, this is your domain. My subordinates and I are just guests under your care."

Nasa stood up and put her moon blade back on her waist under the gaze of the Great Thorn Speaker. She said:

"I just want to ask you to protect the lives of my subordinates."

"They're great, even better than when we left."

Olfa, the Great Thorn Whisperer, said calmly, then walked towards his den, leaning on his thorn stick and carrying a bag that smelled of herbs.

Nasa followed him, her walking posture was a bit awkward and she looked limping.

It must be that his waist and abdomen were injured and he didn't get a good rest.

When the two of them walked into the beast's den one after another, Nasa immediately saw her apprentices who were tied to the vines inside the beast's den with ropes.

Each of them had their armor stripped off, leaving only their close-fitting clothing, and their heads were lowered, as if they had been knocked unconscious. The two apprentices who were still capable of fighting were hung directly above the beast's den.

There is no doubt that this is a provocation.

Nasa's hands immediately clenched into fists. The apprentices who had been stripped of their armor and weapons in front of her gave her a strong sense of déjà vu. This was simply a replica of her embarrassing encounter in the forest outside Dalaran.

Except for that abominable bastard, no other force in this world would dare to treat the Watchers like this.

"Blake Shaw! Get out!"

Nasa gritted her teeth and shouted towards the empty den.

The Great Jing Speaker was leaning on a wooden staff. He looked back at Nasa and asked:

"Do you know my uninvited guest?"

"Yes, I know you."

The watchman's adjutant gritted his teeth and said:

"Not only do we know each other, but we are also very familiar with him. We have interacted with him several times. He is a prisoner wanted by the Watch. He somehow escaped the lady's pursuit and even came to Kul Tiras to cause trouble.

I hate that I now suspect that this guy was hired by those evil people to hunt down the injured like us.

He is a despicable assassin.

There is no moral bottom line at all, just serving money. "

"Hey! Doesn't your conscience hurt when you say that to me?"

Just after Nasa finished speaking, Blake walked out of the shadow of the fire.

He originally wanted to ambush Nasa to say "hello", but when he saw Nasa following the Great Thorn Whisperer, Black knew who was in control of the situation here.

He had no intention of provoking Great Jingspeaker Orfa, so he put away his weapon and took the initiative to stand out from hiding.

Holding a dwarf remote control in his hand, he waved it to Nasa as if to demonstrate, and said:

"Apologise! Otherwise I would have set off the bomb. I put a dwarf bomb in the belly of one of your six apprentices. Just press this button and she will..."

The pirate made a blasting motion.

The face with the red eyepatch showed a very hateful smile and said:

"So you'd better not make me angry, Ms. Nasa, don't speak ill of me in front of the people I visit, and honestly tell me all the achievements I have made for this world."

"Grandmaster."

Nasa looked at the Great Jing Speaker in front of her.

The latter stretched out his hand to push his weird wooden mask, and said slowly to Blake:

"The vitality of these six elf ladies has not weakened, but has strengthened. Did you use some kind of treatment to free them from their pain?"

"It's just a healing stone. Master Orfa is the evil magic of the warlock. It extracts the life force of others and stores it. It is an evil method used to save lives at critical times."

Black's answer to Olfa was very respectful, at least on the surface it seemed to have a hint of respect.

He said to the old druid:

"I have visited Mr. Asal and Ms. Atene before. They liked me very much and pointed out the direction to your den. I came here specially to visit you. The two demigods even offered to Give me a ride.

But I didn’t want to offend the great power of nature, so I chose to walk.

It's not anything important, just out of respect for the elders. But unexpectedly, these watchers were found in your den. They must not have told you their origins honestly.

These Watchers are the darkest and coldest-blooded group of night elves!

They are the kaldorei's sharp blades hidden in the night, and they draw blood when they are unsheathed.

In the past ten thousand years, they have committed many cruel killings around the world and imprisoned many lives in their dark caves.

As far as I know, the most miserable one among them has been imprisoned by them for ten thousand years.

And they plan to continue to imprison him

Look.

Ms. Nasa, I will also confuse right and wrong like you. It is very simple, and I am better at it than you. "

The smelly pirate raised his chin toward Nasa, waved the controller in his hand, and said:

"Quickly, apologize, or I will explode. As a commander, I think you should occasionally think about the lives of your subordinates. They are all still very young."

"They don't have the bombs you claim are in their bodies, it's just a malicious joke. As you said, Mr. Black, I am a lonely old man.

I'm used to living alone. "

Orfa, the Great Thorn Whisperer, shook his head. He took down the bag full of medicinal herbs that he was carrying on his back, and took out a large pot for cooking medicinal herbs from the beast's den, and set it up in the bonfire of the cave. .

While sorting the medicinal materials, he said:

"I don't like noise, and I don't want to be involved in your confrontation with each other, so if you want to fight, go out and fight, and come back after you win.

Now please be quiet.

I'm going to heal these wounded people. "

The old druid revealed Black's joke.

But the pirates weren't upset either.

He just smiled and pressed the controller in his hand hard. As Nasa watched speechlessly, the ribbon ball tied to the waist of one of the apprentices who was hung high in the cave was detonated.

Large pieces of colorful ribbons and flower flakes flew everywhere with a muffled sound.

"It's a nice trick, the kids will definitely like it."

The old druid who was sorting the medicinal materials took a look at the colorful ribbons and flower dust flying in the sky, and said in a gentle tone:

"When you leave, remember to clean my den. Don't leave even a scrap of paper. Otherwise, you won't be able to get out of this forest alive."

"He is indeed the most powerful and the last Thornspeaker Druid in our human history."

Blake gave a thumbs up and sincerely praised:

“To say such ruthless words in such a gentle tone, and to view killing as a matter of peace rather than a sin, you can see that you are a truly strong man.

He is so much better than those hypocritical elf druids that he doesn’t know where he is. "

Despite the pirate's flattery.

But behind him, the sneaky little fish man had already grabbed a broom that was almost as tall as him and began to clean up the things left behind by the owner.

As a fish-man and a beast, Benbolba could more clearly feel the terrifying aura coming from the masked old man in front of him.

It was an aura that would make its scalp numb whenever it felt it, and it didn't want to provoke such a person.

"I want to correct you. First of all, I'm not human."

Orfa, the Great Jing Whisperer, threw the medicinal materials into his pot and said in a gentle tone:

"According to the theory of origins that you humans have studied over the past few hundred years, I am an intermediate product of the transition from Vrykul to human degradation. I am a half-Vrykul.

My race is called ‘Drust’.

Secondly, I am not the last Jingspeaker in human history. "

He coughed, pointed to the southern part of the lair, and said:

"In the town of Arrowdale and the ancient ruins of Gorkovar in the south, there are also some of my human students. They were my compatriots who fought against Kul Tiras after the war 2,700 years ago. The descendants left by people living together.

They heard the call of the wild in their blood and came to me to learn the ancient ways of nature, and I imparted this knowledge to them.

Together with me, they guard the cycle of life in Drustvar.

Our lives are part of this nature.

So does our death.

One day my mission will end, I will return to the land where I was born, and a new Thornspeaker will stand up to lead them. This is the rule for the renewal of all things.

But that day has not come yet. "

"But you have lived for at least three thousand years. You have witnessed the entire Drust step into the path of nature under the guidance of Cenarius. You have witnessed the prosperity and decline of your race.

You witnessed the Drust wage war against humanity and ultimately lose.

You witnessed the founding, development, and rise of Kul Tiras.

You recorded everything that happened on this land, and you guarded it to this day. "

Blake said in an emotional tone:

"If there is an observer and recorder of the history of Kul Tiras, it must be you. As a child born on this land, I regard you as an elder and ancestor, and this is a matter of course.

I have informed the two demigods Ashar and Atene about the evil peeping of your former brother, Golak Tul, King of the Drust, into this land.

I am here today to warn you about this matter and have sought help regarding another matter.

A terrible darkness has been brewing in Kul Tiras for too long. I am determined to dispel it, and I have contacted many forces to do it.

But still I need help from you. "

Having said this, Blake raised his head, looked at Nasa, and said:

"And you, Warden, I have learned from your apprentices about the attacks you suffered in the waters of Kul Tiras, and I know who attacked you.

I also know who captured your sister Sera Moonguard.

What I want to tell you is that based on what I know about them, you have to hurry up if you want to rescue Serah Moon Guard. Those people have the power to seduce people's hearts.

That is not a power that can be resisted by will or faith, it is a power from the abyss of the void.

If it drags on any longer, maybe your sister Sera will join them and become a sharp blade for them to stab you and me. This is something I cannot allow. "

Blake paused and said:

"Let's have a temporary truce, Nasa, you poor unlucky guy. Let's work together to deal with the cultists who attacked you first, which are the sources of faith on this land, the Church of Storms and the Tide Sages."

"etc!"

Nasa raised her hand and made a pause. She said angrily under the owl helmet:

"You said that the inhuman creatures that attacked us were sent by the Tide Sages? How is this possible? Isn't the Church of Storms one of the righteous faiths of your human society?"

"I didn't say those dark creatures were sent by the Tide Sages."

Blake corrected:

"I mean, those abyss creations named Xir are the Tide Sages themselves.

Their corruption is more serious than you think, and they are also my enemies. Apart from them, I can't think of anyone on this land who can capture a watcher as powerful as Serah Moonguard alive. "

"Then how do I know that you are not using us to attack your enemies?"

Nasa asked cautiously:

"There are many conflicts between you and the Watcher. You have secretly learned our inheritance. This alone is enough to make you imprisoned in the Watcher's Cave for eternity.

Even if I am willing to call a truce, can you believe me as you say? "

"Hey, this is the only conflict between us. These are all small issues. Believe me, there are some things more important than hatred on this land."

The pirate waved his hands, put his hands on his hips and said:

"As for whether they are the cultists who attacked you on the sea, as long as you are willing to look, I can naturally provide evidence to prove this. I don't care if you regard me as a partner or friend.

As long as you are determined to attack the Tide Sage with me, let alone you just want to catch me, even if you want to kill me, we can still cooperate!

I can even accept your trial with a smile and bow my head to you and confess my guilt. If you want, I can even sing a song for you.

I'm serious, look at my sincere eyes. "

Black pointed at his blindfolded eyes in a serious manner, spread his hands and said:

"Of course, all this is predicated, that is, the Church of Storms must die!"