"Don't!"

"Valorn!"

Broll and Sean shouted one after another.

It's happening so fast that there's no way anyone can stop it.

Valorn died at Tyral's hands, and the luna scythe he had been holding in his hand was also stabbed into Tyral's claws at the last moment.

Valorn unleashed the power of the Luna Scythe one last time, this time without Godring's wild power, only the intense power of the Luna.

Sean suddenly found that the feather moon talisman in his body automatically floated out, and the rich moonlight power contained on it fused with the power of the moon god of the moon god scythe, enveloping Terral's body.

After Terral's last strength was exhausted, no one could revive him, and if he was resurrected, he would be resurrected as an undead.

But he still has a soul.

The rich power of the moon god, the milky white light, purified Terral's body and also purified his soul.

Tyral's soul flew out of his body.

Brower didn't bother with that.

Valorn's soul also flew out of his body and became an elven soul.

When humans or most other races die, their souls have nowhere to turn to, or they become undead, or they slowly dissipate. If it is a creature of faith, such as shamanism, the soul will become the soul of the ancestors, receive offerings from the living, and continue to live. If you believe in the Light, your soul will sleep in a cemetery or church.

After the Night Elf dies, the soul will become a special elven soul, and continue to live in this world in another way, still having the original memories and life, but it is impossible to get along with the Night Elf for a long time.

They have their own community and home.

Valorn's elven soul floated in front of Broll, who understood what he meant.

He will bring Valorn's Elven Soul back to Darnassus, where he will be with the other Elven Souls.

The dragon clan, because of the accumulation of long life and experience, their souls are relatively strong, so after death, they can also continue to exist temporarily.

Tyral's soul still retains Tyral's appearance, but it looks very illusory.

Tyral sighed, ready to repent.

He was now purified and very remorseful for what he had done before. Valoron had been killed by him, and he knew that the group in front of him would have wanted to kill him, but he was already dead.

Browl is a druid, and no matter how sad and sad he is, he will not hurt a soul that has already died and been purified.

After all, Chromie is a bronze dragon, and he is a dragon like himself, so he won't do anything to his soul.

But for others, it's hard to say.

In particular, there is a necromancer in front of him.

The necromancer's manipulation of the souls of the dead worries Terral.

He is guilty and not afraid of death, but he is afraid of being manipulated by necromancers and becoming a senseless revenant and puppet.

Tyral was worried, but Merry Winterwind didn't look at him at all.

In Merry Winterwind's eyes, an ordinary green dragon soul really can't get into the eyes of the law. And he is not an ordinary necromancer, he has no habit of enslaving souls, he is still a traditional mage in his bones, and he likes to rely on his own strength.

Sean sighed, stepped forward, took the branch of the Eternal Tree from Olivia's hand, and took out his own sacred tree, the Staff of Dalaniel, then looked at Terral's soul, and said softly: "Terral, I know, you can entrust your soul in the branches of the ancient tree and continue to maintain the existence of the soul. Death is an end, but it is also a new beginning. Everything in the past is gone. You can continue to exist with a completely new identity for as long as you want. Which of the two branches in my hand would you like to choose, or ...... None of them? ”

Tyral is a green dragon, and the green dragon is naturally connected to the Emerald Dream, so Tyral has another option, and that is to return to the Emerald Dream Realm.

But Sean felt that Tyral might not be willing to return to the Emerald Dream.

First, the current Emerald Dream has been polluted by nightmares, and if Tyral's soul returns to the Emerald Dream Realm, the biggest possibility is to continue to be corrupted by nightmares, which he does not want to see.

Second, even if he is not corrupted, the once degenerate Tyral feels guilty about the other green dragons, and I am afraid that he is not willing to return to the green dragon group.

So, Sean has two options for Tyral.

Tyral looked at the half-elf in front of him, and his heart was filled with emotion.

He recognized the Hazuki Amulet, knew that Sean was a member of the Hazuki family, and thought that the Hazuki family was destroyed 10,000 years ago, but left behind two outstanding descendants, one was General Shantis Hazuki, the commander of the Night Elf Sentinel Organization; One is the half-elf in front of him.

This half-elf is not only a mage, but also a druid.

And it was his Feather Moon Talisman that resonated with the infinite power of the Moon God in the Moon God's Scythe that purified himself. In a way, he was his benefactor.

Tyral knew that placing his soul on the branches of an ancient tree was already the best choice.

Tyral looked at the two branches in front of him.

One has been crafted into a staff with the enchantment of the Force of Nature.

Tyral had lived in the Emerald Dream for many years, and of course he could recognize that the staff came from the sacred tree Daraniel. And the enchantment above seems to come from Cenarius.

He was a little curious about Sean's origins, but he didn't say much, and he didn't choose this staff, because it wasn't where he belonged.

He felt that he had been corrupted and unworthy of the branches of the sacred tree.

Then he looked at another branch.

On this branch, there is a vitality that is not weaker than the branch of the World Tree, and it seems to come from a certain World Tree. Tyral knew that this was where he was going.

Tyral gave Sean a grateful look, and then his soul drifted into the branch.

Sean put away the Staff of the Sacred Tree, Daraniel, and then walked up to Browl and pleaded, "Master Broll, there is something I would like to ask for your help with. Although Tyral's soul is attached to this branch, his soul is not bound to the branch. I know you have a lot of knowledge, could you please help you bind Tyral's soul to the branches? ”

Broll nodded.

Sean said again: "A branch, after all, is not easy to carry." And it's also of no practical use. I'd like to ask you to use nature magic to change the shape of this branch, and then enchant it to turn it into a useful weapon. ”

Broll asked, "What do you want it to look like?" ”

Sean thought for a moment, then said, "A staff, but not the caster's staff, but the staff of the wild druid...... No, no, no, make it into a stick, a stick that resembles a staff. ”