Fandral Staghelm was crestfallen; it turned out the Emissary had already prepared everything.
The Emissary everything under control, said, "Fandral Staghelm, your era has ended. The Night Elf race will surely rise to glory under the protection of the Moon Goddess. Return, Fandral Staghelm, mortals cannot contend with the Moon Goddess."
Fandral Staghelm was a smart man. Now that things had come to this, he knew he was powerless to resist and could only turn away in a huff.
Watching Fandral Staghelm's retreating figure, the Emissary said to Tyrande and Malfurion, "A wise man should learn to go with the flow. The insignificant Fandral Staghelm dared to defy the Moon Goddess; it seems he cannot be allowed to live."
Malfurion solemnly replied, "I will obey the Emissary's will."
Back in his room, Fandral Staghelm lay motionless on the large bed, like a wooden puppet, seemingly completely dead inside. For a dangerous individual like Fandral Staghelm, scouts had long been monitoring him from all angles.
Seeing that Fandral Staghelm was lying motionless on the bed, the scout assumed he had fallen into a deep sleep.
Unbeknownst to them, a hidden shadow emerged from the body of the Fandral Staghelm, quietly exited through the back door, twisted and turned to make sure no one was following, and secretly left the city, entering a secret underground laboratory.
This is the secret research facility of the Flame Druids. Despite countless setbacks, Fandral Staghelm never gave up. He opened a mirror filled with Flames and connected with the Firelands.
The Firelord's shadow appeared in the mirror. "Fandral Staghelm, what, has it really come to that?"
Ragnaros, the Firelord, is known to the world as a raging and fiery man, but few know that he also has a gentle and elegant side, especially when it comes to his friends.
"Ragnaros, the Night Elves are attacking the Firelands. Of course, this won't harm you, but their goal is to enrage you. I really don't understand what good an angry Firelord would do to the Night Elves."
Ragnaros's eyes narrowed, and he clenched his Lava Fist, saying:
"Do you intend to rebel? Tyrande and Malfurion combined are no match for you. They've long been deserted by their followers and have lost the hearts of the people. Once you deal with that couple, you needn't worry about the mere Emissary and Cenarius. I have my own ways of dealing with them. You are fully qualified to be the leader of the Night Elves."
Fandral Staghelm turned grave, and he said with deep concern, "If the enemy were just this couple, they would have been prisoners ten thousand years ago. However, I haven't yet grasped the influence of Moon Goddess on this world. I have a feeling that Elune's power is permeating this world, and it's very likely related to the World Tree."
When the Elune is mentioned, the Firelord is equally cautious:
"I am the Firelord, older than this world itself. Sadly, I was first enslaved by the Old Gods, then sealed away by the Titans. It wasn't that my power was insufficient, but rather that I didn't fully understand my own potential. During the endless years of my imprisonment, I realized that cooperation with mortals was the only way out, but unfortunately, the Moon Goddess saw through my schemes. Malfurion's obstruction of your research into Flame Druids must be the Moon Goddess's will. She has been observing this world, preventing me from becoming powerful. Your caution is absolutely necessary."
After making a pact with the Firelord, Fandral Staghelm, out of concern for Firelord, secretly stole his power for research, unaware that this was the Fandral Staghelm Firelord's deliberate act.
Ragnaros wields the most terrifying destructive power in the world, but his application of that power is far from sufficient, requiring mortal wisdom to compensate. From initial probing to later heartfelt conversations, Fandral Staghelm has completely gained the Firelord's trust.
"If our cooperation had succeeded, and we had unleashed the full power of the Flames, even Elune, might not have been unable to defeat us." Fandral Staghelm lamented, "Unfortunately, the Burning Legion has arrived, and we have no chance."
"How will you decide?" Ragnaros asked worriedly. "I have already seen the future. The flames of the Burning Legion will surely ignite Mount Hyjal, and millions of Night Elves will lose their lives."
Fandral Staghelm closed his eyes, remained silent for a long time, and then slowly said, "My son sent men to find me."
"Your son? Valstann Fandral Staghelm, wasn't he already dead? Or did I remove the false memories of the Emissary from your mind?" Ragnaros asked in surprise, "Could it be that his Restless Souls has returned?"
Fandral Staghelm shook his head. "It's the Scourge. Arthas resurrected him, and he showed the Night Elf race a new way out. I don't know whether to believe him, Ragnaros. I need your guidance."
"No matter what he says, you must believe him."
Ragnaros's tone was unwavering. "I existed before this world was even born. I understand the true meaning of the Scourge. When an intelligent planet faces annihilation, it will communicate with the Death Realm, giving birth to Undead Legion. This is one of the planet's self-protection mechanisms. Arthas, he is Azeroth's only hope."
Fandral Staghelm believed in the wisdom of the Firelord Legendary legend, rose from humble beginnings and witnessed the suffering of all living beings. Unlike those gods who were born high and mighty, he understood the hardships of ordinary creatures even better.
"The arrogance of the Emissary made me determined. The Night Elves had no other choice but to take the risk."
Fandral Staghelm pulled a small bell from his robes, delivered by a messenger, along with a letter written by Valstann. In it, he explained that he had been resurrected by Arthas and become an Undead creature, wondering if his father could accept it. Valstann also conveyed Arthas's message that the Scourge was willing to help the Night Elf race out of their predicament.
As long as this bell is rang, Valstann will appear. Although Fandral Staghelm misses his son dearly, he cannot accept that his beloved son has become Undead, so he is still hesitant.
For the sake of the Night Elf race, the desperate Fandral Staghelm gently rang his bell.
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling.
The bell rang crisply, followed by a shadowy figure and the appearance of a Wraith panther— Valstann Fandral Staghelm, Azeroth's first Undead Druid.
"My father, I have been waiting for you to summon me." Valstann transformed into his Night Elf form, tears welling in his eyes, his appearance exactly the same as in life.
"My son!" Fandral Staghelm cried, tears streaming down his face, finally releasing the grief he had been carrying for days.
There was no putrid smell on Valstann, and his skin and complexion were exactly the same as when he was alive. Fandral Staghelm couldn't believe it was real, thinking it was just a dream in the Emerald Dream.
"Father, you misunderstand the Undead. Only the first generation of Undead creatures have the smell of decay."
Valstann explained patiently, then sighed and said sadly, "Although I look exactly the same as I did in life, I am indeed an Undead creature."
"It's good that you're alive, my son. I don't care if you're Undead creature or not." Fandral Staghelm felt comforted.
"When I was still alive, I was truly foolish, like a stupid donkey."
Valstann gritted his teeth and said:
"I actually believed Thrall was some kind of Savior until I was torn apart and eaten by the Orcs, only then did I see his true colors. When I opened my eyes again, I thought it was the Burning Legion that had resurrected me, but it turned out to be the Scourge. Believe me, Father, Arthas is a human being worthy of trust."