The commander quickly found some volunteers to ride leopards to different parts of the night elf kingdom. They can find some night elves to rally to form a stronger army, a more multi-level defensive army to resist the attack of the burning legion, and of course, a group of people will also go to see the extent of damage in other places
In addition to these workers, the nobles immediately ordered Illidan, his personal wizard, to take charge of the moon guards who had followed him, and some senior students raised slight objections, but Illidan’s strength in repelling demons quickly quelled those criticisms.
Illidan was very happy to see this new scene. He found Ronin and told him about this situation. The mage nodded politely. On the one hand, he was thinking about whether he had been so passionate when he was young. On the other hand, he was worried about how the new situation would affect Illidan’s character. Illidan had great potential that no one had ever seen before, but his recklessness would bring him trouble, as dangerous as the burning legion. Ronin vowed to pay attention to his companions.
When a person calms down again, the only human in the night elf looks at the army that once resisted the devil. The sunlight makes their armor shine, giving them a magnificent appearance as poetic history. From their point of view, it seems that they can defeat the enemy. Despite this, Ronin still thinks that if they want to win the final battle, they need a stronger army. History says victory is certain, but too many factors include that he has influenced this knot now. Worse, the Burning Legion understands and is alert to the magical power against them. They will now work harder to find the mage Illidan.
In his own time, Ronin was once the devil’s target and their ally, and he didn’t want this scene to happen again.
Who should the night elves contribute to this success? Not Ronin, not Illidan, not the moon guard or Raffinklester’s army. None of them is the real reason for victory.
What is it? When the tired mage thinks, he stares at the darkness in the distance. What happened to the chaotic spirit Malfurion?
Malfurion lay motionless as if he were dead, and this scene made things worse. None of them, but he felt that Tyrande had put his head on his knee and the soft grass served as his bed.
Will we lose him? Shadow Song asked him in confusion that he had accompanied this group of people to a distant forest, pretending to keep an eye on his prisoner Krasus. He didn’t play any role in their spell war, but when the situation changed, he became a guard. He has changed from a reluctant outsider to a cutting partner, although he still knows little about what happened.
No, Tyrande interrupted him. Finally, she was even more sorry and said that he couldn’t be in verse 27.
He doesn’t smell like death, cleo Straz rumbled.
Every time cleo Straz speaks, the shadow song squints at him. He can’t accept the red dragon. He may be happy when Tyrande says goodbye, but it’s not such a scene now. She has quickly accepted the red dragon, especially since she sensed some secrets of cleo Straz Krasus. They seem to be brothers or twins.
The thought of twins made her bow her head and stare at Malfurion again.
Krasus is pacing back and forth. He seems to be much healthier now. When he is in the dragon’s sight, the young priestess noticed that the effect was magnified. Unfortunately, it is so healthy. Now Dharma helps Malfurion’s weak body because he is worried now, just like a priestess is worried about Malfurion, but Krasus has never seen him before he saw Malfurion in the temple.
Blockx kneels opposite Tyrande, his axe is next to his sleeping friend, and the orc buries his head in his chest. Can the priestess hear some murmurs like prayers?
This area has been controlled by force magic, Krasus whispered. His sleepwalking souls may have been dispersed to every corner of the world. He may be able to piece these souls together again, but that’s impossible
Shadow Song looks around at others. Forgive me for asking a rash question, but did he finally accomplish what he wanted to do?
The hooded wizard turned to him and said calmly that he had done less than that, and I prayed that it would be enough.
Don’t say that again, Tyrande insisted. She wiped tears from her eyes and looked up at the sun. Although the light was dazzling, Tyrande didn’t look away. Ai Luen, the goddess of the moon, forgive me for interrupting your rest. I dare not expect him to come back, but tell me less about his fate
But no glory shone on Malfurion, and Luna didn’t talk to them now
Maybe we can take him back to the temple to better guard the captain. Shadow Song suggested that maybe the goddess could better sense him there.
Tyrande didn’t answer him
Krasus stopped pacing. He looked at the dense forest in the south. His eyes narrowed and his lips wrinkled in frustration and said, I know where you are.
I also know what you are now. A sudden loud voice replied that nearby trees suddenly gathered together to form a huge chest, arms and face, just like Tyrande’s shadow song.
Cenarius clenched his fist and walked slowly towards the crowd. He looked at Krasus for a while and then nodded with respect to each other.
The forest king came to the place where Tyrande placed Malfurion. Blockx respectfully gave way, while the guard captain Shadow Song opened his mouth and stared at him.
My dear Ai Luen daughter, your tears touched heaven and earth.
I cry for him, and you love him too.
Cenarius nodded, his front foot bending and gently touching Malfurion’s forehead, saying that he is my son, too, and I am glad that he can have people like you by his side.
I-we’ve been friends since childhood.
The forest king giggled and attracted the birds, and also sent a cool and fresh breeze to touch everyone’s cheeks. It was I who learned about your request for Ai Luen, both in words and in my heart.
Tyrande didn’t hide her embarrassment, she said, but my entreaties didn’t end
His expression became honest and confused. Is that what you think? Then why should I come?
Everyone else froze. The young priestess shook her head. I’m not white.
Because you are young, when you reach my age, Cenarius hit him on the left hand.
A light emerald rose is now in his palm. It floats a few inches in the palm as if it could fly.
The demigod got up and stepped back a few steps to observe him carefully. I walked into the emerald dream and looked for answers to many terrible questions. I searched there and looked for measures to be taken against these dead flowers. A gentle smile passed over the bearded face. Imagine how surprised I was when I found someone I knew floating in the emerald dream, but I was also at a loss and confused about what he didn’t know himself and I didn’t know him.
When Cenarius finished speaking, a ray of light fell on Malfurion and entered his mind.
The night elves opened their eyes.
Malfurion
Tyrande sound is the first thing Malfurion is familiar with. He quickly grasped it and tied it to a life line. He pulled himself from the abyss of consciousness to the bright and comforting light.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the morning light. Surprisingly, the sunlight did not affect him, which made him feel that Tyrande was incredibly beautiful.