The King's Duty: The Troll Emperor Has a Responsibility to Protect the Dark Troll Descendants

Cenarius is the child of Malorne.

It is said that it is the result of the love between Big White Deer and Elune. The most interesting thing is the love between these two "powerful people", and it is also the "red thread" pulled by a group of ancient Tauren who are strong enough to hunt demigods.

But as we all know, Tauren likes to brag and will always exaggerate the truth to a million points, so only Malorne and Elune know the truth of the matter.

However, this cannot change the "nobility" of Cenarius's bloodline.

He is the real son of Moon Goddess, King of the Forest who was loved and born by Life Force, and adopted by Dream Queen Ysera since he was a child., it is said that Origin, who grew up among Emerald Dream and is also the Druid teachings of Material World, is the leader of the Wild Godss.

He has a high status and good strength. The One's problem is bad luck.

This deer-antler man's luck in official history is extremely bad.

He went back and forth several times, and was corroded by strange things. If it weren't for Wild God being blessed by the "eternal spirit" of Life Force, I'm afraid Cenarius would have been the first big shot to receive a lunch box.

It was also very unlucky in this timeline, but it is said that it was much luckier than in the official history. After being fully accepted by Fel, all its exaggerated life potential was transformed into the power of Fel, and it poisoned the stars with Magic Plague, and it has gained a huge reputation in these ten thousand years.

Sargeras values it very much.

Polluter is the third Great Demon Lord to be initially recognized by Sargeras, which means that Cenarius's potential that could not be fully utilized in the field of life has been fully redeemed at this time, giving it an advantage when facing its weak father in the dream.

When Stormrage Brothers led a large group of Druid, Priestess of the Moon and Watchers into Emerald Dream, what he saw before him was a battlefield of extreme chaos.

Malorne's family Old Staghelm has brought a large group of Druid here to "protect the family master", but they were blocked by the Satyr demons led by Anetheron and Banehollow from Malorne's Dream Sanctuary. Those filthy nightmares also transformed into various ferocious postures and bared their teeth and claws.

The angry Old Staghelm will run wildly back and forth on the battlefield in the form of a great white deer, knocking off those who Satyr collided with the nightmare, but it will never be able to tear apart the enemy troops and go to support the beloved master.

Looking forward from this battleground, Polluter is dueling with the weak big white deer.

But Malorne is obviously no match for Nizi.

It is the most powerful and ancient demigod of the wilderness. It can be said to be the original incarnation of the natural power of Azeroth. It should not be so weak, but the damage caused by the ancient war has not yet recovered. It has also maintained the white moonlight of Elune day and night for ten thousand years, allowing the Nightsworn to sleep peacefully.

This made Malorne's already weak state worse.

The main reason is that no one else can do this job.

Elune shaped Night Warrior to unleash his Black Moon wrath. The chosen one should have gone to death calmly. Tyrande's unexpected survival was not part of White Lady's plan. This was an "act against heaven" that violated the moral principles of life.

If Malorne is not the spouse of White Lady, otherwise there is no way Elune can lower the moonlight to guide Tyrande into deep sleep.

That is almost the only way among the stars that the One can let Night Warrior survive.

"Quick! Help!"

Illidan flew forward with Moon Blade in hand, not intending to hide his strength at all, and entered Metamorphosis next to Anetheron. In a ferocious and frantic fighting posture, he roared loudly:

"Saving Malorne means saving Tyrande! Malfurion, I will open the way for you, go and support Lost Keeper! We need that moonlight."

Malfurion also knew the urgency of the situation, and in the incarnation of sprinting, he used the ferocious Furbolg wearing wooden armor to attack Land of Chaos. Behind him, the high priest Maiev raised his hands and called for the stars to fall. He used his ultimate move, but it was actually a dangerous moment.

Tyrande is her best friend. The two of them once lived together in Moon Goddess Temple in Suramar. She cannot allow herself to watch Nightsworn burn herself in Black Moon's Wrath.

And this is a trick of the devil!

Polluter's sneak attack on Malorne is here Execute's big white deer. Firstly, it can get rid of Kaldorei's resistance. Secondly, it can cause Night Warrior to lose control and disrupt Mount Hyjal's defense.

If it really succeeded, there would be no need for this decisive battle.

The Moonfire meteorite whizzing down flattened the obstacles in front, and with the scolding sound of Maiev holding the holy staff, the dazzling "Lunar Orbital Cannon" dropped, destroying those Satyr was beaten to death, but these guys have been fighting wits and courage with Night Elf for ten thousand years. As the One is a demon species that has multiplied on a large scale in Material World, they also have their own persistence.

If Polluter's plan comes true, Kaldorei will definitely suffer heavy losses and even be destroyed today!

Oh, I have to persevere to the end even if I risk my life!

A huge Satyr lord grabbed the Druid in front of him to death. He turned around and looked behind him. Cenarius had pierced the star-killing war spear into the body of the big white deer. The ferocious Magic Plague is surrounding and corroding Malorne. The power of Fel is rolling to transform the powerful natural demigod into Greater Demon.

That was the harbinger of victory it promised.

Satyr Lord Savarik hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind, took out the filthy horn and blew it in the dream.

Like some kind of war call, the rift in the nightmare opened here, and groups of Satyr barbarians rushed out of it howling. This scale was probably enough to summon all the Satyr hidden in the entire Felwood shadow.

If they want to start a decisive battle here, they must buy time for Polluter to corrupt Malorne.

"Ms. Maiev!"

Watchers Commander Illysanna rolled out of the shadows, and she shouted to High Priestess of the Moon who was maintaining the magical bombardment:

"There are more and more Satyr. We can't rush through. Nightsworn will enter self-destruction at any time. We must use forbidden magic!"

The white-haired Ms. Maiev was shocked.

She looked around the battlefield, and when she heard Malorne's suffocated sobs by Fel, High Priestess of the Moon's heart also trembled. At this moment of race against time, it was too late to summon more Warrior to enter the battlefield. If you want to defeat the enemy as soon as possible, you should really use forbidden techniques.

As the oldest civilized ethnic group, Kaldorei also has a wide variety of forbidden arts, but the one that is most suitable for this kind of dream battlefield is

"Defend me!"

Maiev interrupted the magic and whispered something.

Several Watchers veterans immediately escorted him over. Under their protection, the high priest took a deep breath and took out a heavily sealed object from his bag.

That's a combat scythe.

The posture is simple, with ancient wood as the handle and wolf fangs as the blade. The sharp blade and the staff are covered with Moon Goddess runes. As soon as it is taken out, the desolate moonlight shrouds and falls, and the faint howl of wolves echoes in this dirty battlefield.

"Lord of Fury Goldrinn, please forgive me for trying to break your seal and release the most ferocious wolves under the moon. However, the war against demons has reached a critical moment. If the situation cannot be reversed, Mount Hyjal will be overturned in an instant.

Please allow me to be mad."

Maiev planted the war scythe on the ground and continued to unlock the seal on the scythe with ancient chanting.

Goldrinn's helpless sigh echoed in her ears. Just as the white wolf had predicted to Diakum in Brightwood, Kaldorei would definitely activate the most destructive Burning Legion in their hands under heavy pressure.

This is drinking poison to quench thirst.

But at least it can help them defeat the powerful enemy in front of them and win them hope of rescuing Malorne and Nightsworn.

"The fury of the sickle claws is no longer restrained. From now on, Emerald Dream will become their hunting ground. You can take care of yourself."

Goldrinn's voice echoed in Maiev's ears. The moment High Priestess of the Moon raised his head, he saw the gorgeous and wild white giant wolf slaying next to Polluter from the dream. Its claws swept across and forced Great Demon Lord, who was corroding Malorne, back.

It's not here for Elune.

It just came to challenge powerful enemies and rescue the big white deer by the way. Malorne is currently known as the One spouse of Ms. Elune.

Once the big white deer is gone, "Silver Moon Slut" will probably stalk Goldrinn even more. That is a future that Goldrinn absolutely does not want to see. So, Brother Lu, you should continue to bear the burden of appeasing the slut.

"Wolves of Sickle Claw! Listen to my command, the ancient enemy Satyr is in front, unleash your fury and slay the evildoers!"

Maiev unlocked the last seal, Priestess of the Moon raised the war sickle high and waved it downwards facing the battlefield.

The wolf's sickle tore through the dream, creating a crack leading to the deepest part of the dream. When the first wolf howl from ancient times echoed, the Satyrs who were resisting the elves on the bustling battlefield almost turned around at the same time.

These sheep's hoof demons smelled a scent that made them uneasy, which reminded some ancient Satyr of the war years nine thousand years ago.

Satyr Lord Savarik trembled even more and touched the ferocious claw marks on his neck. When he looked back, he saw that familiar huge figure tremblingly walking out of the deepest part of the dream.

An old white werewolf, his beard was as messy as a wolf's mane, and his eyes were cloudy and filled with murderous intent.

It strode out, first sniffed the familiar wind of war, and then unceremoniously snatched Moon Goddess's Scythe from Maiev's hand.

The return of the weapon made the scythe-clawed wolf let out a whimper of satisfaction. Its crystallized claws caressed the sharp blade, and then it carried the scythe and headed towards the battlefield.

The first step is still the old man's unique stagger, which makes people fear that he will fall to death.

In the second step, it becomes vigorous, as if it has regained the ancient passion, letting the anger take a physical form and turn into an angry red War Armor all over its body.

In the third step, he flashed through the shadows, raised his sword with his war sickle, and cut the Satyr in front of him in two. The stinky blood stimulated his ferocity, and with a low roar, the shadow behind him stretched and expanded in an instant.

Like an open door to a dream, one sickle-clawed werewolf after another came out of the reflection.

In an instant, a hunting pack formed, and in an instant, wolves roared wildly.

It was like a gray-white turbid current sweeping across the land of dreams. The Satyr demons that had just bared their teeth and claws spread out in confusion as if they had seen a natural enemy, trying to avoid it.

But it's no use!

In the battle of Satyr nine thousand years ago, the Scytheclaw Druids made their reputation on Satyr. They are the real "wolf hunting demons" and the furious family recognized by Goldrinn the One. In front of this pack of roaring wolves, a mere Satyr can be defeated with a snap of a finger.

"Rush!"

Seeing the sickle-clawed wolf Lyral Fangs of Fire carrying Moon Goddess's Scythe towards Dreadlord Banehollow, was found empty. Old Staghelm shouted loudly, and he joined forces with Malfurion and others, breaking through the last obstacle of the nightmare in one go, and finally reached Malorne and Dream Sanctuary.

At this time, the deadly fight between Goldrinn and Polluter made this place feel like hell, but the bad situation of Malorne at this time made people even more anxious.

As a dependent of the Great White Deer, Old Staghelm transformed into a human and rushed to the side of his dependent owner, tremblingly reaching out and touching Malorne's antlers.

The Fel dead hunting spear that poisoned the star penetrated Malorne's body from the back, which was already a fatal injury, and the filthy Magic Plague was like a green beam of light wrapped around the limbs of the big white deer, turning into Fel shackles, attracting the continuous infusion of Twisting Nether's magic energy.

If left unchecked, Malorne will suffer the same filth and depravity as its son.

Malfurion was more rational at this time. When he saw the big white deer lying in Holy Land and unable to even stand up, he knew that Malorne was probably hopeless.

It's too weak.

Polluter's dream raid is a sure kill.

"We cannot let Malorne fall into Fel!"

Malfurion gritted his teeth and put his hand on Fandral Staghelm's shoulder, and whispered:

"We want to release the pure spirit of Lost Keeper and let it hide in the dreamland and wait for the resurrection of the natural cycle."

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Old Staghelm was really unwilling to end his beloved master's life with his own hands, but then he saw the pleading eyes of Malorne who was lying there dying.

It's too painful.

It doesn't want to be reduced to a filthy life like its own poor child.

Elune's cold moonlight shone down and enveloped Malorne's body, revealing a sense of sadness for farewell, while Goldrinn's cry of pain and Polluter's cruel laughter meant that there was really not much time left for them.

Goldrinn cannot defeat Polluter alone, even delaying it is trying hard.

They cannot let the second leader Wild God die because of their hesitation.

"Why are you crying? It will come back soon"

Star Hunter Illidan was striding forward with a magic skull of Nathrezim in his hand. Anetheron was screaming in agony as Illidan's inner demons tore at him.

Another Greater Demon became Star Hunter's "food", making him even more wild after a full meal. He stretched out his hand to absorb the energy from the head of Dreadlord and allowed himself to enter. In the craziest demon hunting form, after saying something to Old Staghelm, he unfolded the bat wings of Fel again, holding Moon Blade to kill Polluter.

"Let's do it!"

Malfurion picked up his disciple. He turned around and saw that his other disciple Hamul Runetotem also came to assist with Tauren Druid. But what surprised Emerald Heart was how could Hamuul become "Fire Tauren" after not seeing each other for a while?

Although his Archdruid disciples are still dressed like Druid, their shoulders, arms, body, and horns are all wrapped with flames. They are not ordinary fires, but more like the cover and shield of the sun, revealing the sacred cumin style of "fire-roasted beef".

"Teacher, this is the inheritance of Spirit of the Sun."

Hamuul explained briefly:

"The combination of Sunfire from Draenor's demigod Rukhmar and the power of nature. I'm just getting started but I can help! Sunfire is the most restrained in evil. I have been studying with Lightforged for a period of time and have mastered the release techniques of Solar Storm. I am here to perform purification for Master Malorne."

"Do it, don't let Malorne suffer more pain and humiliation."

Malfurion pulled the wailing Old Staghelm back a few steps with a sad tone, and then saw Hamuul shouting for Sunfire to come down.

Solar Storm, which is almost the same as Diakum, was ignited when the Sunflare was spilled. Generally speaking, this flame cannot harm a natural spirit of Malorne's level, but now that Malorne wants to die, it lets the fire burn and start a prairie fire in an instant.

Its Life Force are all turned into firewood to fuel the solar wind, striving to keep its eternal spirit pure amid the Fel pollution.

But Malorne is the oldest and wisest demigod. It knows what is most important to Mount Hyjal and Kaldorei at the moment. Therefore, when Sunfire was burned, the big white deer let out bursts of mourning, as if praying to his spouse to send down the moonlight and let Tyrande Whisperwind survive.

Ms. Elune is very hesitant.

Although He is the true god of Life Force, he cannot violate the morality of life. Night Warrior is the symbol of Life and Death. They are destined to die when they are born.

However, White Lady is a passionate god after all.

She couldn't turn a blind eye to her spouse's plea before she died, so she sighed helplessly during the change of moon phases and shed a ray of cold moonlight on Mount Hyjal.

But this is the last time.

As the true God of life, He cannot violate the rules set by Himself. This is provoking death and will lead to quite extreme consequences.

"You have provoked death for more than ten thousand years, please respect yourselves."

Ms. Maiev clearly heard the sigh of Moon Goddess at this moment. As High Priestess of the Moon, she knew that this was a very clear and serious "oracle" ", She can also guess that Moon Goddess refers to World Tree Nordrassil who was given to Night Elf Eternal Life.

That tree gave Eternal Life to Night Elf so that Kaldorei would not die. However, how could Death Force tolerate this behavior of an entire race fleeing death?

They provoked death, and they will surely pay the price.

This is exactly the same as World Mother's rebuke. Alas, even if this demon invasion is repelled, the years after Kaldorei will not be so easy.

Sunfire is still burning, but Hamuul just ignited the fire. This is Malorne choosing to self-immolate fiercely before the irresistible corrosion of Fel, and its life body is so fast Dispersion.

Those warm seeds of life scattered to the land of dreams as the big white deer struggled to get up, giving birth to new hope.

In the mournful neighing of those Grove Guardian and the dryads, they saw their ancestors using their last strength to wrap themselves around Sunfire and launch the final Charge towards their filthy father.

Malorne still had Nizi's war spear stuck in his body, but the big white deer lowered his head at this moment, letting his flame-wrapped antlers turn into the most powerful sharp blade, trampling and running with all four hooves, turning the burning life into a desperate attack.

Goldrinn's back legs were broken, but the furious white wolf now cooperated with Malorne's desperate sprint to push Polluter back.

"Boom"

In the impact of the "high-speed buck", which was like a spark hitting the earth, Polluter's chest was pierced with a bloody scar. With the last swing of Malorne's antlers, The blow tore open the wound on Polluter's body, causing it to scream in pain as Goldrinn pounced on it and broke a dark green Fel antler with its claws.

But that's it.

Malorne was exhausted from its last fight. When the flame body fell, its body turned into the final burning wind Dispersion in this dream forest, leaving only the huge scorched antlers as a natural sacred object.

"Poof"

The injured Polluter grabbed its own Rotten Star-Hunter Spear. It sneered as Goldrinn limped away into the fog of dreams and didn't even bother to pursue it. Instead, it looked back at the Night Elfs behind it who were glaring at it.

Malfurion, Illidan, Maiev are all here.

"You have sent yourselves into a perfect trap right in front of me, just waiting for your prey to fall into the trap!"

Cenarius raised his left hand wrapped in decaying thorns, letting the emerald green Magic Plague wrap around his arm like a poisonous snake. It sneered and said:

"You failed to save Malorne, now tell me, who will come to save you?"

"Devil! Back off!"

A low roar sounded in the tumbling dreamland behind, making Polluter raise his head in surprise, and saw a golden-armored Devilsaur, taller than him, striding towards him with heavy steps.

"Azeroth's guardian Loa is here! You have no right to be arrogant here!"

The royal family of Zandalari Loa, God of Strength Rezan roared.

Beside it, powerful Loa appeared one after another. The strength of these guys was not enough to fight Great Demon Lord like Polluter, but the problem was that every Loa was holding a ball of Azerite Crystal in its claws.

That pure World Blood can increase all power, which is the supreme gift of World Mother.

"You can't kill every one of us, Polluter!"

The honest Akunda shook his head and called Thunder, and it roared:

"But if we swarm you, we can kill you. Do you want to take a gamble?"

"Oh, you appear like wolves, but you speak like dogs."

Cenarius commented disdainfully:

"You only dare to rely on Star Soul's power to show off your power?"

It bent down and picked up the antlers left by "old father" Malorne after he set himself on fire, sneered and waved his hand and said:

"That's all, I'll spare your lives today! Loa guys, don't come to Mount Hyjal to join in the fun. This is the last mercy you can get. Otherwise, after Nordrassil falls, your Dazar'alor city will be next.

Go away.

Go back to your lair and tremble!"

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