In the ruins of the ancient Night Elves, Manoern chased down the fleeing Satyr demons, kicking and striking them or goring them to death with his great antlers.
Killing demons that destroyed nature was Manoern's favorite thing to do.
His booming roars carried far across the desolate land.
The panicked Dreadlords transformed into centaurs and quickly fled.
After kicking the last Satyr demon to death, Manoern carefully examined the jumbled tracks on the ground.
He soon found the Dreadlords' tracks and followed them.
Even after turning into centaurs, the Dreadlords still failed to shake Manoern off their trail.
Manoern ran across the continent year-round, keeping travelers safe.
As a result, he had developed powerful tracking skills for hunting dangerous creatures.
Few enemies could escape his pursuit.
But the Dreadlords were very cunning.
They chose to mingle with migrating groups of centaurs.
The chaotic hoofprints left by so many centaurs made tracking more difficult.
Looking at the enormous centaur herds, Manoern could not tell where his enemies were.
As a kindhearted Wild God, he could not possibly slaughter the centaurs indiscriminately.
All he could do was observe them from a distance and try to find the impostors.
The Dreadlords, whose shapeshifting surpassed even that of Druids, eventually found a way to escape pursuit.
When Manoern discovered traces of the Dreadlords by the sea, he gave up tracking them any further.
The enemies had turned into fish and swum away, putting them beyond his jurisdiction.
He was the guardian of the roads, not the guardian of the ocean.
Besides, the ocean was simply too vast!
No one could do a good job of guarding the ocean.
Though deeply displeased, Malorne had no choice but to leave.
Outside Maraudon, the centaurs' sacred ground, Cenarius summoned several centaur chieftains and reprimanded them for their