It is located at the confluence of the Balg Plateau and the Hegalos Mountains, where the majestic Hyjal Sacred Mountain rests. The nomads of the Hübalg Plateau www.biquge.info Bi Qu Kok are said to be able to see the mountains in the mist from thousands of years away. However, even the towering peaks are always lush and green. The vibrant emerald green, against the blue sky and white clouds, occasionally glows with a deep and mysterious thin purple, but when you look closely, you think it may be a visual dislocation. You keep moving towards the confluence of the peaks, but no matter how many days you have walked, even if you have reached the intersection of the plateau and the mountains, and see the undulating steepness stretching to the end of your sight, yet the sacred mountain of Hyjal is still far away in the sky, as if it had never been near, or even belonged to this world. At that moment, you may feel that the mountain, the cloud, the sky, and even yourself are in a dream.

As a result, it is as if a mountain made of jade and jade stands tall between heaven and earth, like the Optimus Pillar that supports this vast world. To the nomads and mountain people in the vicinity of the Balg Plateau and Mount Hegalos, the mountain is not part of our world, but is clearly the embodiment of the gods.

However, whether there was the World Tree first, then the Hyjal Sacred Mountain, or the Hyjal Sacred Mountain, that gave the six brothers of the World Tree a place to settle down, this is actually an ancient legend that is difficult to define. We just need to know that before the gods began to create the endless races that belonged to this world, the sacred mountain had already stood there, and the divine trees of the six descendants of the world tree had also stood there early.

In the vicinity of Mount Hyjal, where the plateau and the mountains meet, perhaps due to some mysterious force, the land of the nearby plateau is quite fertile and the woodlands are extremely rich. As a result, most of the highlanders and mountain peoples settled together. Their tribal leaders basically have official positions and titles in the Auckland Empire (wholesale), and they are naturally considered vassals of the Empire. As a result, from here, including the entire Balg Plateau, it was also regarded by the international community as the northwest frontier of the empire, and the ethnic minorities of these plateaus and mountains were also subjects of the empire. And those who were unwilling to obey the edict of Cyroxia, as well as the orders of the guardian army in the western part of the empire, were naturally regarded as "traitors", and from time to time they were regarded as tools for military exploits by the princes of the western and northern borders of the empire, and even by the young knights of the central forbidden army.

However, at the intersection of the plateaus and mountains, it is also seen as a small gathering point of such a sparsely populated race within the territory of the Oakland Empire. They have been living here long before humans arrived, and they don't know how many millennia. It was only then that the human peoples of the highlands and mountains and forests moved here, and they maintained a friendly and even respectful attitude with these mysterious neighbors, and only then did they survive and settle down.

Everyone guessed that this mysterious race is the so-called Night Elves.

In fact, in addition to the only Night Elf city in the interior of the Sacred Mountain of Hyjal, there are a handful of their towns and villages in the nearby Highland Woodlands and Rift Valleys. They even freely entered and exited Auckland's nearby military and trading posts to conduct simple trade, and thus established stable diplomatic ties with Auckland, the most powerful empire of mankind, and had at least friendly exchanges.

These drow elves on the "outside" are actually diplomatic envoys, trade teams, outpost scouts, and guardians of their race, right? And the target of the protection is, of course, the holy mountain of Hyjal, and the real entrance to the World Tree Temple.

In fact, without the guidance of these Night Elves who lived outside the mountains, ordinary people would never have been able to find the true passage to the six brothers of the World Tree. Adventurers who are obsessed with the sacred mountain can only continue to advance towards the peak that has never been closer, and finally die in despair in the endless mountains, their eyes that have lost their focus reflect the appearance of the distant holy mountain - but this was actually many years ago.

Now that this multi-ethnic ** stream is increasing, although the Night Elves are still a group of mystical hermits, they also have a considerable degree of openness. Built by the Auckland Empire, several four-wheeled carriages can run side by side, and even paved directly into the small town of Lubenna, at the foot of the high mountains of Hegaros, which is considered the northwestern town of the Auckland Empire (directly under the central government), and is only a day or two away from the legendary city of the Night Elves and the World Tree Temple. Of course, this can only be done under the guidance of an experienced driver who knows the way.

Walk through the mountains of Hegalos, over a vast forest field where the mysterious magic has distorted the senses of mortals, and if you look closely, you will see a small chasm hidden in the treacherous valleys, forests, swamps, and streams, and that is the entrance. There is a white gravel path covered in moss, vines, snow mulberries, dragon's tail flowers, and other northern plants, and you can see the white jade path if you push aside the weeds. Against the backdrop of wildflowers, the path that could only accommodate three or two people, or a horse-drawn carriage, seemed to lead to a holy fairyland.

After half a day's walk along this white path, you will be able to walk safely through the flower path and the natural barrier formed by the rock walls of the mountains. Provided, of course, that you're really a real guest who doesn't contain malicious intent.

In fact, the mountain walls covered with vines and moss around the path, and the flower fields on both sides of the path were actually part of some kind of defense mechanism. If it was an intruder with ulterior motives, he would probably lose his life in such a flowery heart, right? This point, in the Qiming War, the entire demon army that wanted to raid the World Tree Temple, plus their demon general "White-faced Fireman" Gangbadu, when they all died in this valley path, they must have been deeply experienced, right?

More than a thousand years have passed, and the corpses of demons that have fallen in the valley paths, staining the fragrant fields of flowers and plants into the foul smell of sulfur, are of course gone. Now, when you walk here, you must not think that this is the cruel battlefield and the burial place of tens of thousands of demons, right?

However, as you pass through this rift, the slightly dull atmosphere becomes more and more comfortable. As you stride out of the rift, you will be greeted by a space that suddenly opens up and the air filled with the scent of trees. The warm light flickered in the valley in your sight, like a jewel reflecting the morning sun.

The small white pebble path beneath your feet will begin to widen, stretching through a forest of pines, birches, oaks, cedars, sentinels, and ancient gods, 90% of which are ordinary trees, but 10% are treants with ancient life, wisdom, and great power, and they are also the second level of guards of the World Tree Temple.

However, you will reach the open meadows where the Juanjuan stream and the clear water of the river converge - or rather, the real sea of flowers. Flower spirits, also known as "elves", are sacred creatures that weave between flowers and blades of grass, frolicking, and singing. In front of you, you can already see the real foothills of Mount Hyjal, as long as you cross a small bridge without guardrails, or simply wade through the river - the river below the bridge is not rapid, but is made of the spiritual spring of Mount Hyjal and the melting snow of the snow-capped mountains around it, clear and cold, and it is said to carry the magic of life. On the other side of the river, the Night Elves' elegant treehouse-like buildings, cleverly erected in the canopy of all the big trees, beautifully carved beamed pavilions, but delicately intersected with the lush thousand-year-old giant trees.

This is the only city of the Night Elves on this main physical plane - of course, because of the place it is located in, if it is really discussed in terms of spatial rules, it should actually be regarded as a subplane that is very closely connected to the main world - it is called Gandrin, which means "the place of the sage" in the ancient mortal elf language. The so-called World Tree Temple is actually located in the core of the city, and it is also a mysterious garden located halfway up the towering Hyjal Holy Mountain, where the real elven nobles and druids actually call it the "Pure Court". The so-called "World Tree Temple" is actually a common saying for human beings.

The first descendants of the World Tree extended to the main physical plane, and the six sacred trees known as "Esengard", "Mikalg", "Warrenheim", "Nealheim", "Jotunmaud", and "Mirmi" stood in this pure court.

Lu Xi originally thought that since it was the existence known as the six brothers of the World Tree, maybe it should also be the kind of towering giant tree that covered the sky and the sun and went straight into the clouds, right? But in fact, these six sacred trees don't look so remarkable...... Well, in addition to the warm and holy light that is exuding all the time, the canopy of the tree seems to be pregnant with a piece of stars and the universe, whether it is size or size, it is actually the appearance of an ordinary ash tree that has grown for more than ten years.

Surrounded by these six "ash trees", a small garden is naturally formed, which is the so-called "pure garden". However, being here, you feel as if you can completely empty your body and mind, and do your best to feel the rhythm of life, and the last step of life, death, and reincarnation!

The body of Master Tifario, the chief archelder of the Druid Order, lay on a stone platform in the middle of the garden. His body was not wrapped in a gorgeous shroud, nor was there a coffin or any funerary goods, but his whole body was actually wrapped in leaves and vines, and then melted into the sea of flowers.

The high-ranking members of the Druid Order performed the final rites beside the stone platform. They half-knelt around the stone platform, and sang loudly a ballad in praise of the supreme will to create, nature, and life, not the majestic chants of the Great Temple, but with a rough and primitive barbarism and desolate spirit. In their singing, the remains of the arch-druid elder wrapped in plants seemed to slowly sink into the sea of trees.

This is a necessary ritual for the death of the druids and many elves, and tells the story of the process by which life and body come from nature and now return to nature.

Of course, presiding over the "return ceremony" of the Grand Druid Elders (the Druids don't care about death and funeral, they think it is part of returning to nature) must also be the top of the Druid Order, including Nicole - she was escorted her father's body through Norda to the Holy Mountain of Hyjal, and was awarded the title of "Druid Master" by the Grand Druids of the Order, which is considered to be a high-level entry, and of course, she is naturally qualified to participate in this burial ceremony.

Lu Xi has reservations about this. Indeed, after the eternal mechanism and the great battle against the Calamity King, this girl has unknowingly risen to the 8th Golden Order, and her absolute strength is already worthy of the status of "Druid Elder", but in terms of the age and mind of the elf, she is still just a child after all.

However, looking at it now, she is obviously such a heartless child, and she has cried red in front of her several times, but at this time, she is in the center of the funeral ceremony, although her face does not hide her deep grief, but more, it is indeed a kind of concentration and seriousness, and it is a little more solemn and mature, and a little more sacred and solemn ceremony.

Nicole is saying goodbye to Daddy Tifario in her own way.

Looking at the elf girl who seemed to have grown up in an instant, he had mixed feelings for a while. However, when Lu Xi saw that his father's face with his eyes closed was slowly submerged in the grass, he couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, and tears welled up like this.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand and wiped his eyes, and then felt the handkerchief handed by the person next to him. When I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a beautiful face that was extremely familiar, but had not been seen for a long time.

"If he saw you like this, he wouldn't hesitate to laugh at you, right?"

“…… Well, I can already see the corners of his mouth curling. Lu Xi took a deep look at Daddy Tifario and really slowly disappeared into the sea of flowers and plants, and muttered: "He didn't laugh at me less before, so this can be regarded as the last reason to give Daddy." ”

“…… Also, Sister Tido, thank you! Oh, I really don't want to be seen by you. ”

"It's okay, it's been a long time since I've seen you look so fragile. He was crying, and his eyes seemed red, but ...... was like a dragon ready to choose people to devour.