Malorne, in the form of light and shadow, swung his hooves and pulled Cenarius, who had been healed within the Moonwell, from his body, separating his soul from his physical form with his own hands.
Cenarius remained asleep, unaware of what had happened.
"This body is yours, Broxigar Saurfang, intriguing Emissary. I hope you won't disappoint me."
Malorne seemed indifferent to familial ties, casually handing Cenarius over to Broxigar.
Krasus, the Red Dragon, lowered his head and remained silent; the wise Red Dragon knew when to keep quiet.
Rhonin couldn't stand it any longer and mustered his courage to ask, "Cenarius is your son."
Malorne stared intently at Rhonin, probably because this human was somewhat useful, and patiently explained:
"Do not presume to fathom the power of a god. Elune, drew upon my flesh and blood, using the power of nature and life to create Cenarius, with the aim of establishing a powerful Legion of Wild God. He was the first living experiment, but Cenarius was far too weak; he was merely a failure, insignificant."
Rhonin was secretly astonished. The so-called Son of the Moon Goddess was indeed a lie. It turned out that Cenarius was just a failed experiment. No wonder Malorne didn't care about him at all.
Although it was a failed attempt, it was still the strongest physical body that could be obtained at the moment, far superior to the bodies of Orcs and Night Elves. Broxigar felt quite satisfied, after all, power must be acquired step by step.
Transferring a soul is no easy task, especially after Broxigar was severely injured by Illidan. Fortunately, with the help of White Stag Malorne, Broxigar successfully acquired Cenarius's body and let out a wild laugh.
Malfurion slowly awoke, feeling extremely weak and his mouth terribly dry. He rushed to a nearby lake and saw an aged face reflected in the water. Malfurion knelt helplessly on the ground, tears streaming down his face.
"What a coward." Broxigar grinned mockingly at Malfurion, now back in his body, then turned to White Stag Malorne and asked, "How did you manage to make contact with the Burning Legion?"
White Stag Malorne whispered, "Many Burning Legion generals have entered Azshara. You must carefully choose your allies. Those Legion generals are allies of Queen Azshara. You can't just ignore them."
Broxigar, adjusting to his four hooves, revealed a sinister smile, "White Stag Malorne, that's because you don't understand the Legion. I've served the Legion for ten thousand years; I know how to bribe them."
White Stag Malorne was overjoyed; what the Moon Goddess needed was Broxigar's understanding of the Burning Legion.
The Burning Legion is not a monolithic entity. Some members are Queen Azshara's friends, but most of the Legion members are greedy and volatile, and can be used against Queen Azshara.
"The time has come. We must fight for freedom," the image of Malorne said devoutly, his brows like sharp Sharp Swords. "Queen Azshara's reign of terror will end. You are the gravediggers of the Queen. Follow me, Saurfang. You will be armed, and I will bestow upon you a powerful weapon."
Malorne spat out a ball of green light, which grew larger and larger until it became a rotating green Portal.
Could this be the entrance to the Emerald Dream? Neither Krasus nor Rhonin could confirm it.
A rich natural aura emanated from the green portals. Malorne was the first to enter, followed by Broxigar, Krasus, and Rhonin. Malfurion hesitated for a moment, then followed.
The Portal closed, leaving only Cenarius in his spirit form Moonwell, still asleep.
This is a new world, with lush hills covered with tall oak trees and ribbon-like rivers rippling with clear water.
Malorne galloped through the depths of the forest at incredible speed, quickly disappearing from sight. Fortunately, Malorne left a trail of green light in his wake, preventing the guests from getting lost.
Broxigar quickly adapted to Cenarius's body, and his running speed was equally impressive, keeping pace with Malorne and leaving him far behind. Krasus, the Red Dragon, was alright, but Rhonin and Malfurion were having a tough time.
Rhonin's human body is too weak, Malfurion's is because he is still being weakened.
Along the way, Rhonin looked at the scenery on both sides in astonishment. He saw an incredibly tall tree dozens of miles away, towering into the sky and reaching into the clouds. Its lush canopy was like a city, and he felt a tremendous sense of oppression.
"Could that be the World Tree?"
Rhonin wasn't sure and wanted to ask Malfurion, but Malfurion also looked surprised.
Along the way, the two encountered many powerful creatures: Mammoths as large as mountains, two-headed giant snakes thousands of meters long, red flying snakes with six wings, and all sorts of strange and bizarre creatures, each one exceptionally powerful.
There are also some smaller creatures, such as a strange creature with the upper body of a girl and the lower body of a deer, or a snake demon with venomous snakes on its head, or a squirrel with three heads, and so on.
The vegetation here is also quite unique. Terrifying eyes grow on the trees, vines suddenly open mouths full of sharp teeth, and a human face is in the center of the flower. All sorts of strange and bizarre species dazzle the eye.
A strange place, almost like being in a bizarre dream, filled with a powerful force of nature and life.
It took them quite a while to reach their destination.
This is a bright and open area deep in the dense forest, with soft grass and bright, beautiful flowers, and in the center grows an oak tree with a diameter of about one meter.
Malorne stared at the empty wooden crate on the ground with a somber expression.
"What's missing is my Oak Axe, the heirloom of the King of the Forest, an incredibly powerful weapon."
Malorne's eyes flashed with a vicious light. "A thief has appeared in the King of the Forest's territory."
Moonwell.
Cenarius woke up from his sleep and instinctively scratched his itch.
His hand suddenly went empty, grasping at thin air. Cenarius opened his eyes and found himself transparent.
"My flesh, my body, oh no, no, my father Malorne, why have you done this to me?"
Cenarius longed to cry his heart out, but unfortunately, in his soul form, he couldn't even shed tears.
Just then, a crack opened in the nearby space, releasing a rich natural aura. Cenarius recognized this aura; it was from the place where he was born, deep within the Emerald Dream, in the Moon Goddess's laboratory.
A creature resembling Cenarius, with the upper body of a male Night Elf and the lower body of a deer, emerged from the Spatial Rift. It peered around for a long time before finally stepping out, carrying a massive axe on its back, the green blade radiating the power of nature and life.
This guy had shifty eyes and a lewd look on his face. After stepping out of the Spatial Rift, he suddenly spotted Cenarius, was startled, and quickly greeted him, "Hello."
"I'm not well, I'm very bad." Cenarius looked dejected, too heartbroken to care about anything else.
"You're not doing well, but I'm doing well and happy."
Upon seeing Cenarius in his spirit form, grieving, the lewd fellow immediately reared up, grabbed his Oak Axe, and ran into the depths of the forest, quickly disappearing from sight.
Cenarius then remembered that the Oak Axe was his father Malorne's prized possession, and that he had begged for it several times without success.
There's a thief deep within the Emerald Dream —what a fearless fellow!
Cenarius quickly put the matter aside and continued to grieve for his Destiny.