In Azeroth, the source of consciousness is often hidden in the deepest part of the human soul, the manifestation of each person's deep consciousness, which often presents the environment in which they most aspire and adapt to it.
The source of consciousness is often different for each person, and it is often related to the profession, experience and beliefs of the adventurer.
Some people, those who don't have the right methods, such as meditation, often spend their entire lives unable to sink into their hearts, to explore, to examine the source of consciousness in the depths of their hearts.
Generally speaking, the source of consciousness of hunters is mostly manifested in the wilderness, and countless beasts are the masters of this wilderness, but there are some exceptions.
Some hunters, such as troll hunters, often manifest their source of consciousness in the form of the jungle.
The source of the druid's consciousness is mostly the green sea, which is related to the fact that they often use the ability to hibernate to enter the Emerald Dream Realm.
As the only class that can actively enter this dream, these druids' sources of consciousness are inevitably affected by it, and some of the druid's sources of consciousness even completely replicate a part of the Emerald Dream, at least its appearance.
The source of a mage's consciousness is more rigorous, and it has to do with their talent.
Most of the mages who excel in ice spells have an ice source of consciousness, those who excel in fire spells mostly have a sea of fire, and the weirdest and most peculiar arcane mages mostly present themselves as an arcane ocean.
The source of consciousness of priests is closely related to the gods they believe in, and often is consistent with the kingdom of God in which the gods reside.
The source of consciousness of the Dwarven Priest of the Titan Forger Kazgros is often expressed as a furnace or a forge workshop, while the Elven Priest of Elune is mostly a moonlit forest of tranquility, usually with moonwells, fountains, and unicorns.
As for the priest of the ancient evil gods, uh, this ghost knows what's going on, and you just need to know that it's a rather twisted, evil place.
Finally, the source of consciousness of warlocks is generally rarely known, and this terrifying profession of falling into darkness and playing with souls is so evil and secretive, and they rarely open their minds to others when they are in the company of demons and undead, so what their source of consciousness is still unknown.
But what must be said is that we had better put away our curiosity about them and not explore. …… Diego sat down, put his hand on Guan Haifa's head, and stroked it gently.
He tried to calm his breathing, trying to silence his consciousness and cast them into the deepest part of his heart.
He had never tried it this before, but luckily, he quickly went into a meditative state.
Diego felt like he had fallen into a black hole, his whole consciousness stretched and falling down, but there was no end in sight.
Minutes, maybe tens of minutes later—Diego felt like he had lost the concept of time, and he had come to the source of his consciousness.
It was the first time he had been to this place, but he was immediately struck by what he saw in front of him - to be honest, Diego felt like a country boy since he came to Azeroth, his vocabulary was so poor, he couldn't do anything but sigh like "wow" and "oh", the world really shook him too many times.
It's a wilderness, and at first glance it looks somewhat like the African savannah of a previous life.
It is made up of rolling low hills and open and lush grasslands, which are not bare and covered with dense woods, which are mostly tall trees such as oaks, acacias, and beech, but there are also some low shrubs such as sand willow and juniper.
At the foot of the forest, there is a blue lake, and several rivers meandered through the entire grassland, moistening the whole area and finally joining this lake.
The steppes occupy most of this wilderness.
Knee-length grass covers the earth like a blanket, green is the main color here, and when the breeze blows, the sea of grass rolls and swells like waves, which is refreshing.
It's not a dead place, on the contrary, it's full of life.
Zebras, gazelles, chocobos, giraffes, lions run, rest, hunt, breed in the grasslands, and there is no shortage of wind snakes, velociraptors, thunder lizards and other beasts endemic to Azeroth, and Diego even saw a queue of several Kodo beasts scurrying by him at earth-shattering steps not far in front of him.
Diego was almost completely mesmerized by the wilderness, looking greedily at it, intoxicated by it, reluctant to move.
But he soon realized that he had more important things to do here.
He looked around, looking eagerly.
After a few minutes, he was amazed to see, more accurately, to feel that there was a subtle but indestructible soul connection in the wilderness sky.
Without hesitation, he jumped into the connection, following the connection, casting his consciousness into the soul on the other end of the connection.
It's such an amazing feeling.
He felt like a drop of grease in his consciousness as he hurried down a narrow passage from one end of the glass hourglass to the other, though the hourglass's thin neck was a little longer.
A few seconds later, he was in another sea of consciousness.
This sea of consciousness is much simpler, with only a grassland densely packed with countless herbivores such as zebras, gazelles, and marmots—no, it's really simple.
It felt strange, as if there were two souls in Guan Haifa's body at the same time - in fact, it was, but at this moment the big cat took the initiative to give up control of the body and curled up his consciousness in the deepest part of the source of consciousness.
After a few strenuous attempts, Diego felt his consciousness retreat from the depths of the source of consciousness.
When he returned to the real world, he was surprised to find that his vision was much lower, but he soon realized that he was in the body of a big cat.
Diego shook his head from side to side stiffly and looked around.
The Night Elves were in a stealth state, and he couldn't see them, but he could see his body sitting cross-legged in the corner, his eyes wide open, but not a trace of focus.
As if in a vegetative state, this vision was really scary, and Diego was startled.
But it was this fright, the concentration of the spell was interrupted, and Diego felt that his eyes were black, and he completely lost consciousness.
When he saw again, he found that his consciousness had returned to his body.
Diego felt a little tired, not physically, but mentally, a little dizzy, as if he hadn't woken up, but he gritted his teeth and recast the spell, projecting his consciousness into Diego's body again.
However, it may be because practice makes perfect, and compared to the first time, this time it took a lot less time.
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He collected his mood and tried to adjust to the body.
But this is difficult, from bipedal to quadruped creatures, the balance increases while the coordination is not so easy to control.
Diego tried to walk on all four legs, but it was clearly a difficult technical task, and it took him a long time to get used to it, but it was a crutch – moving his left front leg and left hind leg first, then his right front leg and right hind leg.
It's lame, but it's good to move, isn't it?
Solved the problem of walking, the more serious problem is still to come, he doesn't know how to control this body into a stealth state at all, "Stealth!"
He commanded the body, but nothing happened.
After a few seconds, he lowered his head and saw that the fluffy legs of the body could still be seen.
"Oh, shit!"
He scolded in frustration, and then called out in his heart, "Guan Haifa, can you hear me?"
"Yes, Diego."
A somewhat childish voice said in his heart, sounding like a five or six-year-old boy, very naughty, "I still hear you swearing." ” "Well, I shouldn't have sweared."
Diego rolled his eyes helplessly, "Next, you come, this is your home stadium, I'll tell you what to do." ” Guan Haifa released his consciousness, and Diego felt like he had lost control of the body all of a sudden.
He watched with some curiosity as Guan Haifa controlled his body, as if he was sitting in the passenger seat of a car, although it was crowded.
The big cat had a much better control over his body than he did, and after a few seconds, Diego found that he could no longer see the two pairs of fluffy paws.
It's amazing because Diego can still see through the eyes of a yellow leopard.
"Well done, Guan Haifa," Diego praised in his consciousness, and after a moment's thought, he commanded the big cat, "Let's get out of this room and go to the other side of the corridor." ” The big cat sneakily made his way to the interrogation hall on the other side of the corridor, but for Guan Haifa, the road was really noisy, because like any old driver in the passenger seat, Diego couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"Hey, avoid that dwarf!"
"Slow down!
Decelerate!
Guan Haifa, damn it, you're going to hit that box!
” “……” "Hey, shut up, Diego," said the big cat, finally exhausted his patience, dissatisfied, "are you better at controlling its own body than a yellow leopard?"
” "I'm just ......"
"You're in my body now, and you've got to learn to get used to seeing the world through the eyes of a leopard!"
Guan Haifa interrupted unceremoniously.
"Well, as you wish."
Diego replied discouragedly, but within three minutes, he couldn't help but point his fingers again.
"Hey, Guan Haifa, don't jump, don't jump, that box is too high, you can't jump over it......, oh, okay, you jumped over."
"Guan Haifa, you have to go like this......" “……” The big cat resisted the urge to roll its eyes, and quickly walked between the black iron dwarves and various miscellaneous objects passing by, and finally came to the interrogation hall.
Fortunately, the relationship between it and Diego is through consciousness exchange, otherwise, the entire people of Darkfurnace City would have been woken up by them.
This is a slightly eerie hall, even if the whole Dark Furnace City is extremely hot, it still looks dark and cold, although the walls are filled with blazing torches, and the blazing brazier is burning under the stone platform, it still can't dispel the darkness here, and the figures are reflected on the surrounding walls, fluttering with the shaking of the flames, teeth and claws, like ghosts.
From the corridor stretched out a stone platform four or five steps square, more than two meters higher than the floor of the hall.
In the center of the hall is a sturdy wooden bed with wooden poles, cantilevers, and a winch, and although the wooden bed is polished with oil, the mottled blood on it cannot be wiped away, and it looks numb.
The wooden shelves next to the torture bed were filled with all sorts of strange torture instruments, many of which were useless - at least Diego couldn't tell what these strange tools were for.
There were also several coffins under the steps, apparently for prisoners who had been drained of their value.
Several of them were to be nailed to the lids, and several black iron dwarves were carrying them out.
Diego didn't know where they were to be carried, but destroying corpses would never be difficult in Darkforge.
The river of lava beneath the city can cover all the evils, and not even the scum will be left.
"If we fail to rescue Wendsol, we'll probably have to try these torture instruments one by one."
Diego thought pessimistically in his heart, he was not optimistic about this rescue operation, but he still came.
"There's a big possibility."
Guan Haifa's consciousness suddenly interjected and said mockingly.
It is difficult to understand the approach of these two adventurers who are going their own way.
"That's me and Masrae, and as for you, you'll be skinned alive, your shiny fur is worth a lot of money among the Black Iron Aristocrats."
Diego was a little annoyed and angry, and said viciously.
There is a rule among the skinners that only those furs that have been stripped while the beast is still alive can perfectly maintain its beauty during its lifetime.
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Diego felt Guan Haifa shiver in satisfaction, and the big cat was silent for a few seconds.
"I'll cut my throat before I'm captured alive, I promise."
It said to Diego in a conscious voice, and his tone was so firm that Diego could almost feel his determination, "If you and Masrae don't want to try these strange things, I'll be happy to help." ” Well, this time it was Diego's turn to be speechless.
Today seems to be a lucky day for the prisoners, because no one is tied to a wooden bed—perhaps the torturers have finished their work for the day.
Some of the dwarves were sorting through their utensils, while others were clearing the ground from debris, and Diego could clearly see several stumps interspersed in them.
In the midst of the disturbing crowd, Diego saw the human woman at a glance, the inquisitor Gstahn.
She was standing a few steps in front of the stone platform.
She wasn't tall, barely average among humans, but she stood out among the black iron dwarves around her.
From the aesthetic point of view of either Earth or Azeroth, this woman was not pretty.
In fact, she didn't need to be pretty, because most of the people she saw all day long were vicious murderers and enemies of Black Iron.
But this woman's interrogation skills are top-notch, and under her lilac coat, her inner madness is hidden.
Truth be told, it's really scary for a woman to go crazy, and very few people can resist her torture.
On her belt, Diego saw the weapon she used to use and became famous among players.
A dagger forged from black iron and enchanted with flames—a lie.
Legend has it that the dagger was engraved with a line on it: Sooner or later you will tell the truth.
Guan Haifa tiptoed down the stone steps to the right of the platform, but at this moment, an accident happened, and the inquisitor suddenly turned around and walked towards the side of the steps.
Guan Haifa was stunned for a moment - this step is very narrow, and only one person can pass through.
It didn't even have time to turn around and retreat to the high platform, knowing that the yellow leopard in its stealth state was much slower than normal.
"Jump to the edge of the steps!"
Diego shouted at it in his consciousness.
Guan Haifa was very obedient this time, in fact, it didn't have time to think about it, and it did it completely subconsciously.
With a nimble leap, it jumped onto the lead on the side of the steps, and then slid down the lead.
Fortunately, the feline has thick pads under its paws, so it doesn't make any noise.
Unaware, the inquisitor who had passed by the infiltrator walked up the steps, seemingly going to the house on the other side of the corridor to check on the progress of the interrogation.
This made Diego's heart rise, knowing that Masrae and his body were still there.
Luckily, Gstahn stopped on the stage, and she sat down in a wide-backed chair, sunk deep in it, looking a little tired.
Indeed, as a human being, you would never feel comfortable in such an environment.
Diego breathed a sigh of relief, but he suddenly realized that the woman didn't have the key on her belt!
All along, he thought that the key was her carrying, because in previous lives, many people had taken it directly from her corpse.
"Guan Haifa, go around the hall, we need to find a silver-white prison cell key, and we must use it to open the door to Marshal Wendsol's cell."
Diego ordered a little helplessly, such a large hall is not easy to find.
"I sense you're nervous, Diego."
Guan Haifa said unhurriedly, pacing gracefully, looking along the walls of the hall.
"I can't help but be nervous, the Eye of the Beast is running for time!"
Diego roared loudly in his consciousness, this hunter spell has a time limit, generally not more than ten minutes, if it lasts too long, whether it is for Diego or Guan Haifa, it will form permanent damage to the soul that is difficult to recover.
In fact, Diego was already feeling very tired at this moment, and the feeling of being muddy and having a splitting headache was similar to staying up for days and nights without sleep.
But he still tried to hold on, at least until he found the key.
"Can't hold on?
If you can't hold on, you can go back first.
Guan Haifa jokingly said that before Diego could object, his consciousness was driven away from the body of the big cat.
"You can't ......"
Diego's soul cried wildly, but it was too late, and he only felt his eyes go black and he lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he found that he was back in his body.
"This damn stupid cat!"
He gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice, he had already decided that when the big cat came back, he must teach it a profound lesson.
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"What?
Discovered?
In the shadows beside him, Masrae's voice rang out.
"Not really, it's spell time."
Diego was a little frustrated, to be honest, he didn't think Kanhaifa would be able to find the key alone—it had never seen it before, "I'm afraid we're going to suffer a shameful defeat, Masrae." ” "If I were you, I wouldn't think so," Masrae whispered, his words sounding meaningful, "you have to trust your people and believe that they can do as well as you do." “ "Yours is Guan Haifa, or is it yourself?"
Diego keenly sensed what the elf meant, but he didn't think too much about it, he was worried about something else now, "I'm only worried about whether this stupid cat will come back alive right now." ” "I shouldn't have used this spell," Diego rubbed his face, his face full of chagrin and reproach, "that way I wouldn't have left that stupid cat alone." ” For a moment, Masrae didn't know what was good.
But at this moment, right beside them, the figure of a yellow leopard gradually emerged.
In the stunned gaze of the two people, Guan Haifa looked at his master reproachfully, with a humanized expression on his face that "Wow, I heard someone speak ill of me behind my back".
It shook its head ostentatiously so that it could be seen more clearly the iron ring that hung from its metal teeth, the key to the prison cell they had so dreamed of!
The silver-white key looked like an elf, not at all like a dwarven creation, its shape was curved and fluid, and the surface of the key was engraved with intricate spell runes.
This made Diego secretly glad that he had not recklessly tried to open the prison door, because the lock belonging to the key was obviously a spell trap.
The Black Iron Dwarves have realized that they have caught a big fish.
"Let's get out of here!"
Diego took off the key and commanded in a low voice.
He didn't want to stay in this damn place for a minute.
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