It was already completely dark, the bright moon was not shining through the gloomy clouds, and the war had been going on for a long time. Brad sat firmly on the tallest tower above the city walls, and from his vantage point he could look down on the battlefield.

But his current position is now very conspicuous, and the strong men of the trolls can see him lightly, but Brad doesn't care about his leakage in the slightest.

Brad once again reached out the seed with his soul, and although he could feel the green subspace inside, he could not feel the existence of the mother tree at all.

It stands to reason that the remnant soul of the Mother Tree temporarily dwells in the seeds, and no matter how he hides it, there will be traces of the original soul breath, but the truth is that Brad came here to try to contact the Mother Tree after arranging everything, and now that hours have passed, he has not received the slightest response.

If it weren't for Mother God's unequivocal assurance that this is the seed of the Mother Tree, Brad would have only spoken of him as the seed of a World Tree.

If it was the World Tree Seed, Brad didn't care much, although the World Tree Seed was precious, it had little effect on him.

It is not easy to plant a World Tree, and in the previous life Brad knew that after the Mother Tree, there were three World Trees in Azeroth.

The first World Tree was Nordasil, now located on Mount Hyjal, and this tree was called the Crown of the Firmament, and of course he was entitled to be called so.

The tree is legendary, and his appearance was just an accident. Illidan uses the water of the Well of Eternity to create a new Well of Eternity, and the elves and dragon kings fear that the Burning Legion will be brought in again. Therefore, the World Tree was planted and became a natural barrier. Today, the capital of the Night Elves is in Nodasil.

The tree exploded during the Battle of Mount Hyjal, killing Akmund. After more than ten years, the tree gradually regained its vitality due to the infinite power of the lake.

The second World Tree is Vodasil, an attempt by the druids thousands of years ago. Maybe for some purpose, maybe in order to stop Northrend from being covered in snow, the druids tried to plant seeds in the Grizzly Hills of Northrend with the seeds of Nordahill.

Then nourish this new World Tree with their mana and spring water, and at first they were successful, but as time passed, Vodahir had become a towering giant tree. And the climate of the Grizzly Hills is indeed alive under the influence of the World Tree.

But the druids were horrified to find that they were in great trouble, as the huge root system of Vodasil continued to spread, and gradually penetrated the cage of the ancient god Yogsaron, who imprisoned the ancient god.

Yugsaron attempts to use the power of the World Tree and the Druids to escape from the cage, constantly penetrating and corrupting the World Tree. Eventually, the druids got scared. They decisively destroyed the World Tree.

But the bear monsters who live there have always wanted to resurrect the World Tree, and of course, they did achieve a little success, and a seedling appeared in the World Tree.

But they weren't druids, they didn't have the water of the Eternal Well, and the World Tree was slow to grow. And their plan to resurrect Ursol has been constantly shelved, knowing that about thirty years after the dark calendar, Uthor's soul has been summoned, but it has also been corrupted by the ancient gods. But in the end, he was purified, and Ursol was successfully resurrected.

The third world is also legendary, and after the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the World Tree was shattered. The entire Hyjal Mountains are also in shambles, no longer flourishing, and the Night Elves have decided to move the capital. Only a new organization of druids was left to repair the wounds of Mount Hyjal.

The Night Elves, on the other hand, carry the Black Coast on their backs. A new World Tree was replanted on a small island. Although this World Tree was equally lush and tall, they did not possess the powerful abilities of the Dragon King. They are no longer immortal, nor are they constitutions that will never be sick again.

The Night Elves have established their capital at the top of the World Tree this time. That is, Darnassus, who later became very famous. However, the moment of stability did not last long.

Because Vodasil made the Elder Gods understand the power of the World Tree, they said that their tentacles reached this World Tree again, and Vandal was also corrupted by his mind at this time. Even the green dragons were corrupted, and the green dragon queen Ysera was even trapped in a dream. It wasn't until the Alliance and the Horde defeated the Elder Gods that the matter was resolved.

Brad has experienced too many things in his previous life, and he understands that some things cannot be greedy until he is absolutely sure, otherwise there will often be monstrous murderous intentions behind seemingly beautiful affairs.

While Brad isn't afraid, that doesn't mean he likes trouble. Even if Garnier resurrects Brad, he will choose the right time and not blindly take action.

"Old marshal, it's time to dine, it's getting late." Rivendell placed a small table next to Brad, and the Baroness laid the meal on the table.

"Old marshal, please dine." The Baroness handed the chopsticks to Brad, and since the prevalence of adventurers, chopsticks have also become popular in Azeroth.

"It tastes good." Brad put a piece of fresh beef in his mouth, and then said slowly: "You lords, a city lord will not be idle at this time to bring me food." “

Rivendell smiled awkwardly as he glanced at his wife. Apparently the Baroness had brought him over.

The Baroness didn't mean anything embarrassed, and said while pouring wine for Brad: "Actually, there is no other meaning, I have already arranged other things, I just want to ask us about our next plans." ”

"I've already said it, wait, we'll just have to wait." Brad said unhurriedly. The time for retreat is too tight, and the city owner is busy with more things, how can he have free time. But Brad didn't reveal it, he didn't bother to care about her cleverness.

A hint of anxiety flashed in the baroness' eyes, and she gave her husband a color.

Rivendell coughed lightly and said, "Of course we believe in your plan, old marshal. But I'm afraid of the Scourge's conspiracy. It's night, and it's less than three hours before it's time for us to retreat, but there's not the slightest movement from the people we're watching. ”

"Yes, they are all dutifully arranging the retreat, and there is nothing out of the ordinary. Is it wrong for us to suspect? Rivendell finally voiced his doubts.

Brad put down his chopsticks and said seriously: "If they don't have a problem, then it's naturally good, and we can evacuate safely." But the truth is, they've got the word out, and the Scourge already knows about our plans. ”

Mr. and Mrs. Rivendell were shocked and said, "How is this possible, why didn't we notice it at all?" ”

"Of course there is something wrong, it's just that you are too anxious to ignore it." …… (To be continued......)