In Cenarion Hold, Old Staghelm is welcoming the last support force from Cenarius Order, because Black Crow King and Troll Empire have reached a "secret agreement on eye contact", so Kaldorei does not have to mobilize an army to deal with "Second War of the Shifting Sands" this time.
Troll Empire sent Sandfury Clan to assist in the battle. They were responsible for ground advancement and might suffer heavy casualties, but with the attitude of the elves towards Trolls, Kaldorei would have been very restrained if they did not stand on the side of the battlefield to encourage Qiraji.
Even if the elves really support, Trolls still can't trust them. Therefore, the current battle mode in which Trolls is responsible for fighting positional battles, and the strong elves follow Diakum the Saint to launch a beheading operation against the insect high-level officials, is honestly very friendly to both parties.
The problem is that both Highborne and High Elf have people, and Silithus is the territory of Kaldorei. Black Crow King must also show a certain degree of sincerity, so there has been a steady stream of elite elves arriving at Cenarion Hold in the past few days.
"Master Broll Bearmantle, thank you for coming to support despite your busy schedule."
Old Staghelm bowed to a tall colleague with bare upper body and holding a giant bear fist blade, and asked:
"What's the situation with Mount Hyjal?"
"The seeds made by Forest Sprite Sage are very effective. Warrior of Holy Land have recovered their health. Master Malfurion is organizing Archdruid to observe and learn, and strive to learn to control Devolution Spores in the shortest possible time."
The name Archdruid replied:
"Ashenvale and Darkshore also have Forest Sprite Sage active. Although they cannot catalyze enough seeds to eliminate the disease, the alchemical medicine made by soaking the seeds in water can also greatly alleviate the weakness of Magic Plague.
Order in the country is being restored, but the situation over there at Felwood is very bad, very bad in fact."
Broll Bearmantle lowered his voice and said to Old Staghelm:
"The demons opened several rifts there. They occupied an ancient beast's cave and created an axis of evil called "Shadow Hold". Many Satyr demons were also summoned there. In the mountains near Frostwhisper Gorge where Mount Hyjal and Winterspring Valley are connected, a large number of demons were peeping at Holy Land.
Maiev The high priest received the oracle from Elune. The invasion of demons is imminent, and we won't have much time left."
"Wait! Felwood's den?"
Old Staghelm exclaimed:
"Aren't there many ancient Druid sleeping there? Some of them even went into deep sleep after War of the Ancients and have not woken up until now. The demons have occupied that place, so aren't our compatriots?"
Xiongpi Archdruid shook his head with an ugly expression and said:
"I don't know whether they are alive or dead, but some Druid escaped, and the Emerald Council faction in the forest accepted them. They said that they saw Plague Druid under Polluter's command, and they were afraid that they would corrupt our compatriots by forcibly instilling demons, and then be used by them."
While the two were talking, the nearby Dream Gate shook again, and then a tall Tauren wearing a robe made of animal skin and decorated with forest emblems came out carrying a "Flowering Staff". It swung its tail and looked around, then quickly walked towards Old Staghelm, saluted respectfully and said:
"Fandral, senior brother, I'm here."
"Huh? Runetotem? What are you doing here?"
Old Staghelm looked at his "junior brother" and said in surprise:
"Shouldn't you settle your tribe in Mulgore? I heard that your tribe suffered a disaster in Desolace."
"It's not just a disaster. Fortunately, there are friends in the Draenor world to help, otherwise Bloodhoof Clan wouldn't have been able to escape so easily."
Archdruid Hamul Runetotem is the first Druid among Tauren, and is also the disciple of "Emerald Heart" Malfurion, and Old Staghelm is a senior brother, because Malfurion also serves as the spiritual leader of the Kaldorei elves, so Hamuul's Druid spells are basically taught by Old Staghelm.
The two have a very good relationship, and Hamul Runetotem has been active in Kaldorei's country as Tauren's diplomatic ambassador over the years.
This big black cow wearing Druid robe will sigh dejectedly and say:
"A demonic disaster also broke out in Desolace. I just reported to my mentor the group corruption incident that occurred in Centaur Holy Land. You also know the subtle relationship between Centaur and Polluter. They were forced to seek help from Fel under the sudden appearance of death Centaur. I am afraid it is a helpless act."
"In other words, our country has lost two pieces of land before the demons invaded?"
Old Staghelm's face looked ugly to the naked eye. He stamped his feet and couldn't help scolding:
"These devil bastards are really vicious and crazy. They are so arrogant that they have probably forgotten the humiliating defeat of War of the Ancients. They are just like hateful shit stirrers. Let them stir it up. If they really piss us off, the worst they can do is break the seal of Nightsworn!"
Let's all die together!"
"Be careful!"
Xiongpi was startled.
I said to myself Fandral Staghelm Brother, you are indeed famous throughout the country for your bad temper, you really dare to say it.
Nightsworn Unlocking the seal can indeed solve all problems in a short period of time, but we are afraid that we will also be treated as "problems" and solved. That is something that can only be done in despair. How can anyone prepare to drop a nuclear bomb before the war starts?
"My people said that they had received guidance from An'she and wanted to help our Mag'har brothers, so they came to Silithus to support the alien Saint. I had arranged for the old, weak, women and children, but I couldn't bear to worry, so I came over to have a look."
Hamuul glanced at the "overcrowded" Cenarion Hold, scratched his head in Tauren's honest manner, and said with a smile:
"But looking at the gathering of talented people here, you can tell that there doesn't seem to be much need for a dabbler like me Druid. Look, there are more than a dozen Priestess of the Moon alone."
"After all, he is a legend, so he can also contribute when he comes."
Old Staghelm doesn't really care.
My junior brother came here out of kindness, how could he drive someone away just because he told me they had food?
Doesn't that chill the hearts of the martyrs? Even with the high-end strength of the current demigods in the fortress, there is indeed no shortage of legendary Druid.
"Just let's see the world. Come on, I'll show you around."
He personally took his junior brother away from Dream Gate and whispered to his junior brother who was participating in this level competition for the first time:
"To the southwest of the fortress is the area where Highborne and High Elf are temporarily stationed. Don't go there and join in the fun. Those guys are very bad. They have been obsessed with Arcane for more than 10,000 years.
To the east is the area of the alien Saint and his followers. The Forest Sprite Sage also opened a small garden called "Heart of the Wild" there. If you have nothing to do, you can go there and say hello. Their natural moral principles are different from ours. The way of life they uphold is very aggressive, but it is also good to draw parallels.
Also, don't wander around in the northern part of the fortress.
That's the temporary residence of Shifting Sands Guardian. They have closed their doors recently and no one else is welcome to visit."
"Huh?"
Hamuul shook his cow's tail and said doubtfully:
"I remember, senior brother, isn't your son the general of Shifting Sands Guardian? He is your pride. Why do you have to close the door to thank guests when your father comes? Has something happened?"
"Don't think blindly! My son is fine. He is, well, infected with Magic Plague and it's hard to see people. Do you understand?"
Old Staghelm waved his hand and said:
"If I tell you not to go there, just don't go there!
We are about to leave for Scarab Wall. Golden Fleet of Trolls will be approaching the coast of Silithus. They are setting up camp there. They will be responsible for rushing there, and we will be responsible for confidential operations.
It's good that the two don't interfere with each other, lest it would be bad if one of them met and started having sex first.
I heard that Trolls has a few Loa God coming over there, including the distinguished royal family Loa. We can pay a visit after the war.
Although I hate Trolls, Loa God is also a symbol of the way of life after all."
"Well, it makes sense. Wild God also teaches us that Loa God must be treated with due respect, although they are unlikely to appear in Emerald Dream."
Runetotem nodded, and was about to ask Senior Brother Fandral Staghelm indirectly what happened to Shifting Sands Guardian that made him so nervous, but before he could say anything, the two Archdruid turned around almost at the same time.
They felt a strange wave coming from the dream.
"No! An apprentice is stuck in Dream Rift."
Hamuul exclaimed, stood up, transformed into a horned storm crow and rushed towards the direction of the wave.
Old Staghelm followed closely, but as Demigod Druid, his transformed Storm Crow is so cool. Not only does it have emerald green antlers on its head, but it is also covered with sacred wooden armor made from the branches of Nordrassil, and even its claws are equipped with sharp claw blades.
That's called a row of noodles!
This kind of decoration will not only enhance the combat effectiveness of Druid, but also be a gift and blessing from Life Force. Not every Archdruid has the qualifications and ability to make this kind of "wild incarnation protective gear" that perfectly matches their own Life Force.
It can be seen from the emerald green antlers on Old Staghelm's head that he follows the natural demigod Malorne on the path of life.
Although Hamul Runetotem has great potential, and his natural affinity is very strong, but after all, he has only been in the industry for a short time, and he has not yet reached the point where he needs to conclude a symbiosis contract with Wild God to choose the path of a demigod.
As for the leader of the Druids, "Emerald Heart" Malfurion, he is awesome!
Malfurion has almost received the natural blessings of all Wild God. The path that that guy walks is unique as a demigod. Just like his younger brother who is all over the sea of stars, he is a genius leader in their respective careers. There is currently no second Druid that can imitate Malfurion's "gods unite" Path of Strength.
But when the two brothers arrived at the land of dream fluctuations, Hamuul transformed into a human and was surprised to find a big man lying in front of him.
"This is Mag'har Orcs? Why is it so big!"
The black bull Druid stepped forward to help, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Dire Wolf Halasa, who was guarding Rexxar, almost bit off his palm. The bigger Sunfire Raven Rukhran next to him flapped his blazing wings and kept threatening.
They don't know what happened to Rexxar, but they don't allow strangers to get close to it.
"What's going on with Orcs?"
Tauren was shocked. It looked at its senior brother and exclaimed:
"He has his own hunting partner who should be a ranger, but why can he enter dreams? Is he still a Druid?"
"Well, Rexxar Leima is the guardian chosen by the will of life in the Draenor world. Their rules are different from ours, but what is certain is that this guy is definitely a natural Beast Speaker who is as rare as his mentor."
Old Staghelm explained:
"I taught him the skill of walking in dreams a few days ago. Rexxar is full of curiosity about the ecology of Emerald Dream. In addition to preparing for war, he basically explores dreams every day, just like when we first became Druid.
Everyone has come from this stage, and it is human nature to linger on Emerald Dream, but it seems that he was unlucky tonight and accidentally entered Dream Rift.
You two, be quiet!"
Old Staghelm glared at the two beasts, asking Halasa and Rukhran to calm down, and then stepped forward to check on Rexxar. The big guy Orcs seemed to be asleep but could not wake up.
"I entered his dream and brought him back. Junior brother, you protect me."
He said something, Hamuul took out his Flowering Staff and sprinkled a few seeds and nodded. As Old Staghelm followed Rexxar's dream steps into the dream, the big black cow swung its tail, alert to the surroundings, and curiously looked at the magical creature Rukhran.
It has never seen such a perfect creature that can be combined with flames in Azeroth, and Rukhran has obvious blessings from demigods, but it definitely does not come from Azeroth World, maybe it is Wild God of Draenor.
Gee, it's so strange. I really want to see that magical world.
"What? Are the honest big black cows shocked by my wife's creation? Gua, so, although you Azeroth are many demigods, you are all very uncreative. You are not as talented and intelligent as my Rukhmar."
Just as Hamul Runetotem was admiring Sunfire Raven, a strange sound sounded in the wind, which made the big black cow stunned for a moment. Then he looked carefully and saw a small black crow standing on the railing next to it, elegantly combing its feathers with its beak.
"You are."
Hamuul is Druid.
It immediately saw that this little crow carried the will of a Wild God, but it had never seen a Wild God so noisy.
Just as he was about to ask, he heard the noisy crow say to it:
"Since you appreciate Rukhran's way of the flame raptor so much, then why don't you try to create a little "fun" in your ordinary Druid career?"
The guy said bewilderedly:
"It can be considered that you are destined to me. Well, I have been worried that my wife will not be able to return to her hometown because the weak Draenor was destroyed in the war. I also went to the thief Bwonsamdi to inquire about the news.
It tells this god that as long as Rukhmar has new believers in Azeroth, even if Draenor disappears, she can still be reborn as Loa God in Azeroth.
I feel that I should leave a way out for my true love, so I am searching everywhere for a "destined person".
This way of life is all about "fate". I think you, the big black bull, are very pleasing to my eyes, so let me ask you. Hamul Runetotem, are you willing to become a follower of "Spirit of the Sun" Rukhmar in Azeroth?
Are you willing to start the path of "Sun Druid"?
Believe me, gua, this is more suitable for you than the way of the giant bear or the way of the cheetah. After all, I just eavesdropped and made a brilliant plan. I know that you Tauren also have Sun God faith.
Tsk, you were born to be my wife's followers, and you also have even cooler light and shadow effects!
My good brother Diakum told me that whether you are strong or not is a temporary matter, but whether you are handsome or not is a lifelong matter. Big Black Bull, think about it carefully.
This God takes good care of you."
"Where did you come from? Rexxar! Even I have never been to this rift, but I have roamed in Emerald Dream for ten thousand years! You really have a "talent"!"
In the dream, Old Staghelm transformed into a fierce armored white deer and trampled back and forth among a group of nightmare minions, barely opening a path through this dark and confusing rift. He called out Malorne's name, causing the stars to fall like points of light. He violently bombarded the indescribable nightmare creations around him, and then turned back and shouted to the scarred Rexxar:
"Come out with me! You seem to have discovered something amazing. This crack is so deep. Maybe it's because we are close to Old God's territory. C'Thun is watching me."
"Wait a minute, Master Fandral Staghelm! There is a noble beast trapped here, and I have been trying to rescue it."
"Ah?"
Hearing Rexxar's shout, Fandral Staghelm was stunned for a moment.
This Nightmare Rift is hidden so deeply, how could a beast from a dream wander into this place and still survive?
"Don't go!"
Fandral Staghelm warned:
"Be careful C'Thun has an ambush! It might be a trap, silly boy, come back!"
But the land of nightmares also follows the unpredictable changes of dreams. Amid Old Staghelm's warning, the dream in front of him quickly changed and separated him and Rexxar into two places. Old God's whispers echoed here, seeming to regard Fandral Staghelm who entered here as a target.
However, although C'Thun is Old God, it is not good at dream attacks.
That thing is the domain of Yogg-Saron and N'Zoth. C'Thun and Thousand-Eyed Demon are better at creating illusions and flesh-and-blood catalysis.
"You want to defeat me in your dream? You want to challenge Lost Keeper in your dream?"
Old Staghelm roared:
"You have chosen the wrong opponent! Thousand-Eyed Demon, your nightmare cannot cover the road to hope. We will execute you soon! The war a thousand years ago will soon be over. Malorne, guardian of the lost, please guide my path."
At his call, the illusion of his beloved white deer Malorne came screaming, and the spirit blessed by Elune stepped on the nightmare land, quickly purifying the filth here, leaving C'Thun roaring but helpless.
After its divine power is sealed in Scarab Wall, it really cannot be fully exerted in the outside world, not to mention that the opponent is a demigod with a strong spirit that is difficult to defeat in a short time.
"Rexxar! Don't delay, silly boy, let's go!"
Old Staghelm called.
Soon I saw the seriously injured Rexxar transformed into an armored bramble beast and fought hard. It was the unique and powerful transformation given to him by Heart of Life of Draenor. It was indeed not the same path as Druid of Azeroth.
But behind Rexxar, there was actually a big brown bear covered in bruises.
The latter screamed and followed Rexxar closely as they rushed out, and finally, with the support of Old Staghelm, they jumped out of the nightmare place.
"Vomit"
Rexxar spat out a mouthful of black blood when he opened his eyes. This was the mental damage caused by the nightmare invading his mind.
Fandral Staghelm also opened his eyes and quickly used Rejuvenation to treat Rexxar. However, as Hamuul watched in surprise, a tired brown bear also rushed out of Dream Rift and lay down next to Rexxar, moaning in distress.
It was so tired that it finally fell asleep leaning on Rexxar.
A few minutes later, Old Staghelm left here with Hamuul. Rexxar's beast partners protected him, but the expressions of the two Druid were very strange.
The big black cow looked around and whispered:
"Senior brother, that "brown bear" just now, if I read it correctly, it should be one."
"Shh."
Fandral Staghelm made a gesture of silence.
He glanced back at the room with mixed emotions and whispered:
"That should be the Druid warrior who was captured during War of the Shifting Sands a thousand years ago. She has been trapped in the nightmare land for a thousand years but has not yet corrupted. It must be that Elune is taking care of her with compassion. Maybe it has something to do with the protection of the great god Ursoc.
But thousands of years of mental torture made it difficult for her to return to normal thinking in a short period of time.
She is a brown bear now!
She is no different from a wild beast and cannot communicate with us at all, and she only trusts Rexxar.
That's all.
Let's do this first.
Once her condition is more stable, we will try treatment again."
"The way of life really depends on fate."
Hamuul sighed with emotion, then waved the cow's tail and whispered:
"Well, senior brother, I just received an invitation, saying that the "Sun Druid" path has been opened for me, but I really have no experience in this area. So, please give me the details. Should I respond to this path?"
"What?! What about flames? Say it again, I seemed to have heard something terrible just now."