klisemfg Chapter 590 Barren Land
Chapter 590 Barren Land
"Speaking of centaurs, we can't forget Maraudon... Maraudon's princess is simply stunning..."
After a brief rest, Lorraine's thoughts drifted back to the legendary stories her teacher had told her. It took her a while to come to her senses before she remembered that her teacher had been silent for many days.
The past jokes were ambiguous; the apprentice, without personally exploring Maraudon and meeting the so-called princess, would never understand his master's meaning... Lorraine only remembered his master saying, "The Barrens are not barren..."
The teacher said that the barren land has a different kind of scenery, many good things and legends, and many strange and wonderful races.
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A little over ten days ago, I listened to my teacher's eloquent talk and was captivated by ancient and fantastical historical legends. I got caught up in them, only to discover that it wasn't a pleasant experience. All those treasures and secrets came at a price that most people couldn't bear...
Even if you work hard to get the treasure you've always wanted, in the end, it seems like all you can do is leave it gathering dust in your backpack...
When will I be able to descend like a god, adorned with glowing wings, rampaging through the world with a single strike dealing 999 damage... my entire body radiating dazzling, fiery light pollution, topped with a cool title, so that wherever I go, people will shout, "The 99-point master is here!"
Stylish, cool, and incredibly powerful; his combat strength and reputation are off the charts...
The end of Azeroth is near...
The teacher's view of Azeroth was completely different from that of Lorraine. He seemed to treat life as a game, the battlefield as a business, and honor as a bargaining chip... insisting on using some strange tokens to exchange for artifacts and treasures...
All you have to do is grind, and you get nothing but worthless, low-level satisfaction.
"Does this mean I have to go find its heart and liver?"
Unable to fathom his teacher, he realized that although their two souls were one, their fusion was still somewhat lacking...
The teacher might be a fraud, and nobody likes a long-winded teacher who spouts off about fabricated history... So I have no choice but to listen to him nagging in my ear every day.
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According to legends from 100,000 years ago, the lifespan of mortals was less than a hundred years. What benefit would mortals gain from listening to such ancient stories?
It's just to satisfy my curiosity...
Does listening to stories and learning legends make one appear knowledgeable and well-informed? Why is it that some people, after seeing and knowing a lot, become more evil, chaotic, twisted, and greedy?
The teacher said history can help us avoid repeating the same mistakes. Ironically, the great achievements of ancient sages have had negligible impact on later generations; rather, some bad habits and vices are more easily passed down...
Because those dregs seem to be more in line with human nature...
People who insist on so-called justice are all idiots...
Alone, filled with resentment...
Steadfast practice, solitary grave...
This method has proven effective time and again in testing human nature and mortals. One so-called civilized race after another has been proven largely self-aggrandizing, while those that have truly endured and remained powerful to this day are often more reserved and low-key...
The same is true in Azeroth; for thousands of years, nature magic has claimed to heal the world...
Some naturalists may seem so compassionate, constantly talking about vegetarianism and environmental protection... but they take almost no truly effective measures. Instead, they spare no effort in destroying the normal world and hindering the foolish awakening that obstructs the survival and development of ordinary people.
In the eyes of the fishing master, those guys from the Rende Society are just idiots... It's best for fools who want to join those circles to stay away.
Hypocritical and foolish, affected and pretentious, deceiving the world and stealing fame...
Under the guise of saving the world, they recruit mindless individuals and manipulate these self-righteous individuals to carry out other nefarious conflicts of interest. The most ridiculous thing in this world is good intentions gone wrong; wisdom is truly not something everyone possesses...
The reputation of the natural gods who were originally under the Temple of Life has been deteriorating day by day. Perhaps even the druids themselves do not know that their corruption and depravity stemmed from their simple desire for healing.
In the eyes of Twilight cultists and followers of the Old Gods, these fledglings are both laughable and pitiful, easy to manipulate and deceive. With a little manipulation, the wild demigod offspring and followers under the power of life will willingly become the best helpers to help their dark masters escape their predicament and regain control of the world.
Freedom? Chaos is what's real...
Democracy? Self-interest is the essence.
As the saying goes, the more evil someone is, the more righteous they seem; the more foolish someone is, the more likely they are to make solemn vows; the weaker their beliefs, the more they mock and slander true fighters, and the more they believe that all crows are black.
It's absurd to see things in black and white; only the wise can distinguish between black and white; only the brave dare to fight against black and white.
It's not the bad guys who steal for a thousand days that's scary, it's the stupid guy who suddenly comes up with a brilliant idea.
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The druids under Cenarius's command have been working to heal the world, with little success... From Darkshore to the southern horizon, the Children of the Forest have ventured deep into crypts and rifts, hoping to heal the earth elementals and the spirits of nature...
As a result, they not only failed to heal the land, but also made the elemental spirits of Kalimdor even more violent...
Most of the druids sent out were ineffective, some even corrupted and slumbering. Lorraine clearly remembered that in the infamous Wailing Caverns, a group of ancient Fang Druids had fallen into madness and forgotten their responsibilities...
The water sources in this barren land are gradually drying up, greenery is scarce, and the real water sources have been taken over by ferocious beasts.
Wailing Caverns is near Crossroads. If he and Lilith have indeed left Durotar, they have likely entered the Barrens.
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After pondering for a moment, Lorraine recalled the important imagery hinted at in the Book of the Dead... "A region of yellow sand dunes similar to the Orgrimmar Mountains, with massive thorny vines directly enveloping the high mountains of this barren land..."
Based on the description from the three henchmen, it's highly likely to be either Razorfen Downs or the Swamp, a sacred site for the quilboar people...
That is the primary objective of this trip.
The teacher's second part, or rather, the clues to the second part, are most likely there... but we don't know which part, or which parts?
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The reason for determining that multiple locations are possible is because if not, there are further hints...
The next scene shows Lorraine seeing a large lake nestled among the mountains... "Moonlight spilled across the lake, and towering trees surrounded it, their shadows seemingly spreading out..." Such a scene is rare in Kalimdor, especially a large lake and a forest of giant trees...
The Barrens occupy most of central Kalimdor... Places with such scenery and environment are probably only the Moonglade, the druid sanctuary at the foot of Mount Hyjal in the north, or Dire Maul in the central Feralas forest, or the mysterious Un'Goro Crater.
Moonglade is a neutral territory, but behind towering mountains, it belongs to the traditional sphere of influence of the night elves. There are many territories under struggle, and remnants of demonic forces are entrenched in various dangerous places.
I will definitely go, but I need to plan carefully and proceed cautiously. Kalimdor is dangerous in both the north and south. My teacher once sternly warned me that if I did not have the ability to challenge a dragon-level powerhouse on my own, I should not go and die. I have kept that in mind.
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As for those blurry images at the end...
"A cave amidst a sky full of yellow sand, its entrance unremarkable, nestled among ruins, guarded by a giant yellow dragon...and within the cave lies the starry sky..."
"Immediately following the dragon's roar, a sonic wave swept through, and a blurry green world spread out. On a withered giant tree, there were incredibly familiar, enormous octopus tentacles... baring their fangs and claws..."
If nothing unexpected happens, then it is the legendary "Cave of Time," the lair of the bronze dragon that controls time, a secret realm that mortals cannot easily approach.
However, the final scene, with its blurry green shadow of a giant tree, looks like a mirror image, surrounded by a thin green mist, and features a tentacle octopus monster.
This is an old acquaintance!
That seemed to be the legendary, mysterious, and secluded place where the souls of the creatures of Azeroth slumbered, the mysterious Emerald Dream... Something seemed to have gone wrong in the Emerald Dream, with its giant, menacing octopus tentacles that looked exactly like the terrifying tentacles of the Faceless Ones that Lorraine had seen.
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The three seemingly ambiguous hints, upon closer examination, are actually quite interconnected...
The first one points to the boar-men... the boar god, Agamaggan...
The second point points to Moonglade or Giantwood Forest, which most likely refers to the legendary World Tree...
The third are two mysterious forces that have failed to uphold world order: the Bronze Time Dragons and the Green Dragon Clan... The Caverns of Time and the Emerald Dream, which they guard, are clearly in serious trouble. It's just unclear why someone as insignificant as myself is needed to clean up the mess for these dragons...
The flow of thought in my mind became much clearer... Sure enough, after a good night's sleep, my mind became much clearer. Perhaps it was the help of the White Ox Venerable, or perhaps it was simply the will of Heaven.
The godfather's intention...
Even though his three underlings were loyal, and even though Lilith had clearly become attached to him, Lorraine dared not reveal his biggest secret... He could only wait for his teacher to wake up... suppressing his impatient heart.
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