Carl Thornribs showed a regretful expression, and the once peerless face in the eyes of the Quilboar seemed to contain a hint of disappointment.
"That's a real shame, Prophet Velen. Perhaps you can stay in Razorfen. I look forward to your changing your mind at any time."
Velen's hands trembled slightly as he hurriedly said:
"Thank you for your hospitality. I bear the heavy responsibility of spreading the Holy Light and dare not slacken in the slightest. I must leave immediately."
Velen stood up and left, while Carl reluctantly got up to see him off.
After Velen left, one of the Quilboar grunted and asked:
"Your Honorable Priest, this Velen is old and ugly, a liar, and certainly not a suitable match."
Carl made a disgusted face and sneered:
"If we don't refuse him, it might cause more trouble and be detrimental to us Quilboar. Spreading Holy Light? Hmph, I think he's spreading death."
Velen then went to visit the Centaurs.
Centaurs are not easy to talk Quilboar, and they immediately turned Centaur, chasing Velen for quite a distance.
A disheveled Velen arrived at Sweetwater Oasis, squatted by the pool to wash his face, and a tall figure appeared before him.
This was an elderly female Tauren with dark skin, who was staring at Velen.
"I am Magatha the Wildtotem, welcoming you on behalf of Mulgore, Prophet Velen."
The Broken Isles, Val'sharah, the birthplace of the Druids and the location of the Emerald Dream.
Ever since Malfurion and Tyrande killed Sylvanas and ended the Horde's rule, the couple has always considered themselves Saviors.
Although Teldrassil was destroyed and the Night Elves lost their homeland, Night Elf territory actually expanded without the Orcs' constraints.
Tyrande lived in the Temple of the Moon, where she spent her days in peace and tranquility, except for her daily prayers to the Elune.
Until they learned of Velen's return.
Tyrande's gaze sharpened, a sense of unease creeping in. She immediately rose and hurried to Cenarius Grove to see Malfurion.
Malfurion, who was slumbering in the shrine of the Great Den, was violently awakened by Tyrande.
"Get up, you sleepy old fool, the sky is about to fall!"
Malfurion lifted his eyelids and glanced at Tyrande, only to be disappointed. He turned over and went back to sleep, once again entering the sweet dream of the Emerald Dream.
Tyrande grabbed Malfurion by the ear and shouted in his ear:
"Jaina is here."
"What, Jaina?" Malfurion immediately woke up and panicked, trying to run away.
Seeing Tyrande standing to the side with her arms crossed and a mocking smile on her face, Malfurion realized he had been tricked and immediately protested:
"You can't scare me like that. I saw Jaina deep in the Emerald Nightmare, baring her fangs and claws, trying to kill me. I just don't understand, it was Kalecgos who killed her, and Thrall who ate her. What does it have to do with me?"
Tyrande snorted coldly:
"You have a guilty conscience, which is why you saw Jaina in the depths of your Nightmare. Jaina is just an Archmage; if she truly came to claim your life, I wouldn't need to wake you. It was Prophet Velen who returned."
"Velen?"
Malfurion scratched his head, relieved, and smiled:
"The Draenei have all vanished. What good will Velen's return do? Fine, we framed his son. I don't believe Velen would dare seek revenge."
Tyrande rubbed her forehead and said:
"If it were just Velen alone, that would be one thing, but he has the support of the Army of the Light behind him, Legendary all the inhabitants of Draenor World have received the Holy Light."
Malfurion was stunned, only then realizing the seriousness of the situation.
One Velen is not so scary, but if the entire Draenor World, supported by the Holy Light, were to come crashing down, the Night Elf race would find it difficult to resist.
"This is a matter of great importance. Let's go see Cenarius immediately and get his advice."
Malfurion entered Travel Mode, transforming into a robust stag, with Tyrande riding on his back.
The couple entered Cenarius's dwelling deep in the forest, only to find Cenarius lying unconscious on the ground, surrounded by a strong aura of Nightmares.
Tyrande kicked Cenarius, shook her head, and said, "We're too late."
Malfurion's lips twitched slightly as he complained:
"Cenarius must have known the news beforehand and deliberately hid deep within the Emerald Nightmare. That cunning old stag, I knew he couldn't be trusted."
Tyrande was also seething with hatred. After thinking carefully for a while, she said:
"It seems that Velen's return is of great importance, which is why Cenarius chose to flee. He can escape, but we cannot stand idly by. Malfurion, you make a decision."
Malfurion thought for a moment, then sneered:
"I suspect Cenarius knows more than we do. He wants to escape, but I won't let him have his way. I'm going to find the three Druid elders now, forcibly awaken Cenarius, and force him to submit."
After hesitating for a moment, Malfurion said to Tyrande:
"Send someone to Blackheart Thicket to inform Xavius and ask him to cooperate with us deep within the Emerald Nightmare. Cenarius will have no choice but to wake up."
The couple split up; Malfurion went to fetch the three Druids.
The Archdruid of the Legacy, the Archdruid the Valley, and the Archdruid the Claw—three highly respected Archdruids whom even Cenarius could not refuse.
Deep within the Blackheart Thicket, the illusory image of the Nightmare Lord Xavius, left behind in the real world, opened its eyes; an unexpected guest had arrived.
Looking at the woman with long, green hair before him, the Shade of Xavius asked in surprise:
"Ysera, what brings you here?"
Ysera, now in her Night Elf form, looked up at the gloomy sky:
"This is a place where the moonlight doesn't reach, one of the few places in Azeroth where one can hide from Elune. I hope our conversation can be kept secret."
The Shade of Xavius asked in confusion:
"I will keep this a secret, Ysera. The Emerald Dream and the Nightmare coexist. We have always carefully maintained a balance, keeping a tacit understanding with each other, and have lived in peace for ten thousand years."
"The balance is about to be broken," Ysera interrupted Xavius loudly.
"Prophet Velen has returned, bringing terrible news. I peeked into Draenor World through the Holy Light's Gate and saw that millions of Orcs were building a magnificent structure to receive the powerful Holy Light. The Age of Holy Light has arrived, and none of us can escape it. Everyone must make a choice."
Ysera's expression was quite helpless. "Holy Light, Elune, I can't see the future, I don't know which choice is right."
"How can I help you?" asked the Shade of Xavius.
Ysera's expression was grave. "The Holy Light has truly entered Azeroth, Emerald Dream will Pain Suppression the Nightmare. The consequences of losing this balance are unimaginable. You need a helper."
The Shade of Xavius laughed, "Are you trying to run away, Ysera? If I were to truly corrupt you, Elune, would hate me to death."
Ysera rolled her eyes at him. "Elune, already hates you to death, so what's wrong with a little more hatred?"
"Alright, Ysera, I'd love to help, but my power is insufficient to corrupt the Ancient Dragon Aspects."
Ysera held a gem in her hand, like a glistening tear:
"This is Tear of Elune. You just need to place it in the deepest part of the Nightmare, let it absorb enough Nightmare power, and then we just need to put on a show."