"Don't be busy getting frustrated first. ”

"Let's go to the end of the roots of Tyredor, maybe there's a way. ”

Comforting Malloyn, Ron slowly floated up and stepped onto the back of the broken tooth that had come to his senses, from the past to the present, there was never anything that could not be done in Ron's eyes, it was a big deal to divide a whole project into several small projects, and then complete it little by little.

And that's what sets Ron apart from the rest of the people - he's never depressed, and he never pays attention to what's behind him or what's already in the past.

"This direction. ”

So, inspired by Ron, Malonen regained her energy and slowly floated - as an ancient demigod older than Broken Tooth, Malonen was naturally able to fly.

After twisting his body in the air with ease, Malone's antlers were pointing in one direction—the direction of the tentacles that Marrow had perceived on Teredor—and in fact, the roots of Teredor, along with several other giant mushrooms, were entangled throughout the Zangar swamp, and the tallest of them all, Teredor's tentacles extended the farthest.

"Let's go. ”

With a gentle kick of the hooves, the green light flickered under Malone's feet, and flew towards the west side of Tyredor—a floating mushroom forest in Ron's memory, and the endless void farther away—and now, Vironn and Naru had clearly created an even more ancient Outland, a world that had been infested by demons, but there were some differences.

The biggest difference is that Ron remembered that there was a special race on the banks of this floating mushroom forest, called the Sporo People - and now, when a whole special mushroom floated like a balloon appeared in front of Ron, he didn't notice the existence of this race.

"This is it. ”

"The very end of the Teredol roots. ”

Falling from the sky, Malone's hooves soaked in the moist land, where the waters of Viper Lake came down tiny ditches, making the land as wet and nutritious as a swamp.

Balloons-like orange balloon mushrooms floated in the humid air of the Zangar swamp, and as Malone's pace, a tiny balloon mushroom appeared in front of everyone—two kinds of mushrooms in the floating mushroom forest, one large but dull in color, and the second much smaller, but with a bright sheen, and constantly flickering in light and dark, with a special rhythm.

"This is the new race that Teredol is talking about!"

"I can feel that there is a lot of life in this – a new life is being born!"

"And around this, there is a whole new life. ”

With Malone's words, Ron raised his head, and immediately the light of the Zangar swamp dimmed - as a star spirit in the new world, Ron could not change much of the physical matter, but it was still possible to change the light - so as there was only a flowing river of brilliant light in the sky, the mushroom forest immediately became bright.

The giant floating mushrooms didn't have the ability to emit light, but the tiny floating mushrooms that were pregnant with life were like lanterns that shimmered brightly and darkly—and floating up, looking from the air to the ground, Ron had found a thousand of the same floating mushrooms—enough for a new race to multiply.

"How long will it take for them to be born?"

"And how much time is left in the Dark Forest?"

Ron faced Malorne as the sound of wings flapping began in the air—Odom clutching Agamagan's back with his claws finally made it to the Mushroom Grove.

"There is no day and night change in the Outlands, but based on the time of the Faren Continent, it will take about a month for them to be born. ”

"And the Dark Grove lasted a little shorter than they were born—about three hours shorter, to me. ”

Answering Ron's question, Malonen also floated, he looked at the mushroom grove below him, felt it slightly, and then reported two numbers, and at the same time he sighed again.

"It seems that we have not been favored by fate. ”

In the original Azeroth, there was no goddess of fate like the world of Torreel - in fact, the goddess of fate in the world of Torreel could not control fate, but could only slightly predict the direction of fate - if the goddess of fate could control fate, then no god would be able to compete with her, not even His Majesty.

However, in Malorne's emotion, Ron smiled.

"Three hours?"

"Three hours out of three days is not even five percent in percentage terms. ”

After a moment's thought, Ron looked at Mallorne again—Marorne's calculations didn't add any more time—and if he had to do it, he had to do it his best.

"Malloyn, plus how long it will take for you to link, how long will it take for the Dark Jungle to connect with Tyredor?"

"It takes about an hour to draw the circle, set the gems, and communicate and cast spells. ”

It was clear that Malonen didn't count this time, and after he muttered again, he added another time.

"Very good, which means we need more than four hours. ”

"Now take action, let's think about how to get these three hours. ”

The teleportation of the Dark Forest reappeared in the sky above the Outlands, and although the beast demigods of the ancient demigods and trolls in the Dark Forest could not appear only with their souls, Ron's divine thoughts had already passed on what needed to be done into the portal—and immediately dozens of demigods began to think, and their souls began to flash bright sparks and bear the fruits of wisdom.

So in the end, in front of Ron, there were three fruits of wisdom - two of them were Ron's, and the other was the crystallization of the troll gods.

"Great idea. ”

"We now have three ways to try this. ”

"First, infuse Tyledor with magic spirits and increase his vitality. Second, use the power of the druids to speed up the growth of embryos, and third, as a star spirit in the Outlands, I can make the earth provide more nutrients for Tyredor. ”

"My suggestion is to implement the three programs together. ”

Elves are a source of power for troll demigods, and some powerful trolls also have elves - the end of the life force of the troll beast demigods, who are able to have entities in Azeroth because of their presence.

As Ysera's spouse and Cenarius's father, Malonene also possessed the power of a druid - so after hearing Ron's words, Malonen nodded calmly.

And in the end, Ron, as the star spirit of the nascent Outlands, can provide more nourishment for Tyledor with just thoughts—water, air, soil, minerals, you name it.