Journey to Mount Hyjal
Zul'ra and Thrall discussed many issues they were facing until late at night. After resting for the night, Thrall greeted Thrall early the next morning and prepared to escort Naisha and the others back to Mount Hyjal as planned, while also visiting the Night Elves.
Thrall, in his capacity as Warchief, offered his blessings to Zul'ra on his journey and told him that there should still be Tauren remaining in Mount Hyjal at this time, and that he could seek their help if he encountered any problems. Although the Tauren were not yet officially allies, they were trustworthy.
After accepting Thrall's blessing, Zul'ra took twenty guards and escorted Naisha and the others towards the city of Orgrimmar. They walked for most of the day before finally crossing Orgrimmar and arriving at Azshara, a beach area filled with gray forests and black reefs, shrouded in mist.
The name of the region of Azshara comes from Azshara, the last queen of the Kaldorei Empire. This area was once the ruins of the former capital, Zin-Azshari. The Elves generally believe that this place is cursed. However, Naisha and her companions, who were with Zul'ra, did not have the time to express their disgust for the ruins of the former capital.
"Are you coming with us to Mount Hyjal?" Naisha had successfully traversed the valleys and canyons of Orgrimmar. Looking at Zul'ra and his guards still following her, her expression was somewhat complicated. She was grateful for Zul'ra's help on the way, but now, she had a feeling that she had been used.
"Yes, I would like to pay my respects to your leader. Given the conflict between us, wouldn't you rather live in peace?" Zul'ra nodded matter-of-factly.
"No, the Kaldorei are willing to live in peace with any friendly race, but we can't find any reason to forgive those Orcs." Naisha's pale purple eyebrows furrowed slightly, making no attempt to hide her disgust for the Orcs.
"Because of Cenarius? But do you know what? Gods are immortal." Zul'ra looked at Naisha, who was frowning, and pursed her lips as she spoke.
"What?" Naisha was momentarily stunned.
"Gods are immortal. No one can kill them unless they choose to. I'm not apologizing for Grom, but gods truly cannot die. Their death is merely the beginning of another chapter. At the appropriate time, they will return to this world." Zul'ra couldn't say more; discussing gods would be impolite.
"How do you know so much?" Naisha didn't know how to refute. They had great reverence and respect for the gods, but they had never tried to understand them.
"Because we also respect some of the wild gods, I cannot say too much, but this is all. Cenarius will return to your side in due time, but Grom, he will never return." Zul'ra thought of the strong Orcs, feeling a pang of sadness.
"Isn't that great!" Naisha said without hesitation.
"You don't understand what it means for him to kill Mannoroth!" Zul'ra tried to say something nice about Grom. To be honest, some of the things that guy did were not human, but he was indeed a brave Warrior who achieved his own redemption and freed the Orcs from the influence of Mannoroth.
"These are not things I should be thinking about," Naisha said sullenly. She didn't even know who Mannoroth was!
"Alright! Let's talk about something else then. This land of Azshara is really difficult to traverse." Zul'ra looked at the rugged mountain road and couldn't help but grin.
"This place, like those Orcs, is cursed." Naisha looked at the gray trees and black rocks around her, her face showing obvious disgust.
"Ugh, I wonder how far the Southfury River is. Can you hear the sound of water?" Zul'ra looked at Naisha, who always expressed her disgust, and tried to change the subject.
"No, but look..." Naisha followed the group to a higher place, looking at the distant sky, a smile flashing in her silver eyes.
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Zul'ra walked up the hillside and looked in the direction Naisha was pointing. He was slightly taken aback. In the misty sky, a huge and majestic mountain shadow stood tall. It was the highest peak in this world and the place where the World Tree Nordrassil was located: Mount Hyjal.
"It's magnificent, isn't it?" Naisha looked at the mountain silhouette in the mist, a hint of pride on her face.
"Yes, it's a masterpiece of nature. I can't wait to climb up there and experience the view of the earth from there." Zul'ra nodded.
"Then you'll have to walk for at least several more days." Naisha's eyes, surrounded by tattoos, revealed a smile.
"That means we need to speed things up," Zul'ra replied with a smile.
"That's right, sisters, we need to speed up. We must find a campsite before sunset." Naisha shouted, calling to her seven sisters, and began to stride forward, displaying incredibly agile and nimble movements.
"Keep up, keep up with them, let them see Amani'lai's strong legs." Zul'ra waved back, encouraging them with a laugh, treating it as a race through the mountains.
In response to Zul'ra's words, the Tooth-Soldiers instantly took off. Their figures might not be as agile and nimble Kaldorei, but they were equally powerful and unaffected by the terrain. Zul'ra was no exception.
They quickened their pace as they ran through the mountains and forests. The thick fog slowly dissipated, and before the sun completely set, they reached the Southfury River and found a bridge across its wide expanse.
The Southfury River flows down from Mount Hyjal, separating large swathes of land, including Azshara and Durotar, from the Mount Hyjal. After Zul'ra led Naisha and the others across the bridge over the Southfury River, they arrived at a dense forest, where it was already completely dark.
"We're already in Ashenvale territory. We'll rest around here tonight, but I must warn you not to relax at night. I feel a sense of oppression here. Even without demons, it's dangerous, especially for outsiders," Naisha said to Zul'ra, gripping her hard bow as she looked at the sparse poplar trees in the dense forest.
"Of course." Zul'ra, his hand on the hilt of his sword, looked at the light reflected in Naisha's silver pupils, then subconsciously looked up at the White Lady radiating the same light in the eastern sky and nodded.
"Come on, this way." Naisha looked at the silvery full moon in the sky, whispered a couple of prayers, and then led Zul'ra and Amani'lai into the forest, finding a low-lying area in the woods as a resting place.
"No need for tents, we can just sleep on the ground tonight," Naisha said to Zul'ra and the others, gesturing for them to sit down. Zul'ra gathered up a large pile of fallen leaves and spread them out.
"Aren't there any insects here?" Zul'ra asked, looking at the ground covered with fallen leaves. He wasn't against sleeping on the ground in the wild, but what if he got bitten by a centipede or snake in this place?
"The Druid have taken good care of the forest; there won't be any bugs here, so there's no need to worry. Oh, and we still need food; perhaps we can have a feast." Naisha's eyes, like a cat's, gleamed silver in the darkness. She glanced up at the stars, and the four Elves immediately disappeared into the dark forest.
"Bring out the food we brought too!" Zul'ra smiled and called to her subordinates, watching the agile figures of the female Nightwalkers. They had also brought food with them on this trip.
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