Felwood was a forest within Kalimdor. This prosperous land of forests and grasslands was governed by the Kaldorei and protected by the demigod Cenarius. Babbling streams flowed through quiet, lush meadows, while summer's blazing sun was tempered by breezes and cool rain. Birds sang loudly beneath the leafy canopies of the forest. It had been a paradise. Yet the arrival of the Burning Legion changed everything. The demigods and the Burning Legion fought a brutal battle across this beautiful land. In the end, the demons temporarily occupied it, while the demigods retreated to their sacred ground, Mount Hyjal. The trees and creatures that had not been destroyed were forever cursed by the demons' atrocities.
"Cenarius, there are problems with both our strategy and tactics. If we keep fighting like this, we have no chance of winning!" the Boar God Agamaggan roared angrily.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Cenarius was in a terrible mood, and his words were full of irritation.
"Stop arguing! Talk this through properly." Malorne stepped in to stop his two companions, who were on the verge of exploding.
"I thought Archimonde would be locked in a stalemate with Eldre'Thalas's forces. I never expected him to charge straight at us."
"Stop saying useless things. What do we do now?!"
"For now, all we can do is wait! The Burning Legion is not invincible. They only hold a temporary advantage. Once the dragons' reinforcements arrive, I believe we can defeat them." Cenarius spoke with complete confidence.
"Cenarius, if you do not have a practical plan, I will no longer support you." A rough voice rang out. The speaker was a massive bear with bandages wrapped around his right paw.
"Why, Ursol?" Cenarius looked at his old friend in disbelief.
"You are a good man, and an even