The originally warm and restrained emerald leaves, after integrating Obsidian's power, suddenly erupted with dazzling light!
The emerald green color on the leaves rapidly faded, replaced by a brilliant, noble, golden hue, symbolizing divinity and power!
Each leaf seemed to be forged from the purest gold, with clear veins, exuding an awe-inspiring majesty and sacred aura that was completely different from Nordasir's previous natural charm!
Obsidian's other front claw habitually began tapping the black rock beside the lava pool—this was his unconscious action when thinking.
This form was too holy and glorious, completely unlike Nordasir; anyone would know there was a problem.
"Simple."
He waved his giant claw, channeling life primal force and the energy from the crystal, perfectly simulating a natural aura shell on the branch's surface, emitting Nordasir's natural essence.
Now, from the outside, the branch appeared completely unchanged, seemingly still the branch from Nordasir.
"Perfect." Obsidian's mouth curved slightly upward.
With a thought, he telekinetically transmitted the modified "holy artifact" to Lin Mo, who was still "slowly" flying above the Endless Sea. This disguise was something Obsidian casually picked up, not putting much thought into it, but it was enough.
As the holy artifact's power gradually awakened and grew, it would eventually break free from its cocoon and reveal its inviolable golden true form.
But by then, it would have already taken deep root in Northrend's frozen soil.
The essence of the northern lands and Obsidian's power of faith would become its indestructible pillars and source of strength.
It would no longer be a stolen item needing disguise, but an extension and manifestation of his will in the mortal realm.
And this color... it quite suited a dragon's aesthetic.
---Divider---Northrend, Grizzly Hills.
Even in summer, the cold wind here was still biting.
Vast primeval forests stretched across the hills, the air filled with the scent of pine needles, humus, and an unshakeable chill.
Lin Mo hovered above a relatively open river valley, below him exposed black frozen rock.
This spot was precisely where the earth elements were most concentrated in this area, and also where Fandal Staghelm had originally planted Vordrassil to prevent the spread of Saronite.
Later, that World Tree was corrupted by Yogg-Saron, and the Night Elves had to reluctantly cut it down.
The Furbolgs built their home, "Grizzlemaw," on the ruins of Vordrassil.
Therefore, on the World of Warcraft game map, this place was marked as Grizzlemaw.
"This is the place." Lin Mo's deep voice cut through the cold wind, his dragon claw pointing downwards, "The most suitable spot."
Fandral, with his druid team, descended and immediately displayed extremely high professionalism.
He was the first to squat down, his palm resting steadily on the cold frozen rock, and a verdant natural force spread from his palm, meticulously assessing the leyline activity and soil conditions of the area.
A moment later, he stood up and nodded affirmatively to the other druids.
The other druids understood tacitly and immediately began to outline the magic circle on the ground.
Lin Mo approached the core position reserved in the center of the magic circle and took out Nordasir's branch.
The previous item had been quietly swapped back, except it had now taken on Obsidian's form.
Of course, the outer layer of disguise illusion still existed.
At this moment, its surface still shimmered with emerald green light, exuding a pure and incomparably Nordasir aura.
This familiar power invigorated the druids present, and their movements became even more diligent.
Soon, the ritual magic circle was prepared.
The druids formed a circle around the outside of the magic circle, and led by Fandral, they chanted the druid prayer in unison:
"In the name of Cenarius—"
"Sleeping earth, heed the call of the World Tree, break through the ice—"
"May the cycle of nature be reshaped here, may the shelter of life take root here—"
Their chanting converged into a torrent of vital energy, acting as a wedge directly penetrating the deep frozen soil.
Under their combined guidance, the faint vitality deep within the earth, frozen for countless years, was finally awakened, surging upwards like a thawing stream.
Lin Mo seized the moment when this power converged, steadily inserting the branch in his claw precisely into the center of the magic circle.
Because the frozen soil there had been temporarily vitalized by the druids' power, the branch's roots penetrated it without obstruction.
The moment the roots touched the earth, the entire magic circle ignited, suddenly bursting forth with dazzling emerald green light!
"It's taking root! It's responding to the earth's pulse!" Fandral's voice carried an uncontrollable excitement and elation, "Increase the guidance! Stabilize the magic circle!"
The druids immediately obeyed, their chanting growing louder and more focused, and the guiding power more immense.
Immediately after, the hard frozen soil began to emit a dull, continuous cracking sound!
Cracks began to spread outwards from the branch, and what seeped out was no longer biting cold, but the fragrance of moist earth.
Several thin roots extended from the base of the branch, rapidly burrowing into the earth, spreading in all directions and deep underground.
These roots twisted and explored in the soil, searching for the most suitable direction for growth.
They greedily absorbed the natural energy guided and converged by the druids, as well as the vitality surging from deep within the ley lines.
With the intake of nutrients, the leaves at the tip of the branch began to rejuvenate at a visible speed—unfurling, standing tall, and blooming in the cold wind.
One, two...
The leaves were small, with clear veins, emitting a pure and rich emerald green light throughout, each unfurling drawing in the surrounding life energy.
With the complete vitalization of the branch, an invisible domain quietly unfolded with it as the core, forcefully dispelling the severe cold!
Circles of green, representing vitality, rapidly spread outwards, and the frozen soil softened accordingly, melting snowmelt constantly seeping out, moistening the earth.
Between the heavens and earth of Northrend, a small, stubbornly expanding "spring" seemed to have been forcibly embedded!
The biting cold began to retreat, and the accumulated snow in the shadows silently melted, revealing the dark, moist soil beneath.
This "spring" did not stop, but continued to spread outwards.
Ten meters, twenty meters...
In this rapidly expanding warm domain, tiny moss spores germinated and spread at an astonishing rate, quickly covering the exposed rocks and moist soil with a thin, tender green carpet.
The air inside became moist and fresh, carrying the fragrance of earth and new plants.
A domain of life was officially and stubbornly taking root on the frozen soil of Grizzly Hills.
Lin Mo's massive head was lowered, his black vertical pupils gazing at the first and thickest root that broke through the earth.
The end of that root seemed to unconsciously curl upwards, eventually gently touching one of his front claws.
A warm life force transmitted through the point of contact, like loyal subjects offering power to their king, or a stream flowing into his ocean.
He slowly raised his head, his cold gaze sweeping over the druids intently guiding outside the magic circle, then resting on Fandal Staghelm's face—that face slightly flushed with excitement and concentration.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly upward, clearly in a very good mood, and his voice therefore gained a rare warmth:
"See—hope has taken root, and vitality is blooming on this frozen soil."
"From now on, it will become the guardian of this land, the sanctuary for the creatures of the North."
He paused briefly here, injecting more weight and solemnity into his coming words.
Then, he solemnly declared:
"Its name—shall be 'Dracofyrrassil'! Its meaning is, Crown of Dragonfire!"
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