Chapter 6 Chapter 5 The Druid's Betrayal

"He's coming." The guard stood at the door of the tent and whispered to Tyrande. "Ask him to come in, and pay attention to whether anyone else is approaching." The high-ranking priestess ordered. The guard nodded and exited the tent.After a while Blore Bearskin came in alone.He bowed deeply, like a citizen paying due respect to a leader.He whispered: "Master Priestess, you summoned me to..." "Don't be so restrained. We have known each other for a long time." Druid nodded and did not speak again. "Please sit down." The priestess pointed to the grass cushion woven with intricate moon patterns.

Blore shook his head. "I'd rather stand, thank you. I don't mean to disrespect you..." She nodded. "Very well. I should have made a long story short...and I think you still have the right to refuse this task I gave you." He raised his thick eyebrows.Of course Tyrande could—if she wanted to—disrupt his life and order him to do whatever she wanted. But that's not her usual style. "Blore, you are the only person here who can make me entrust such a request. Malfurion trusts you very much, so I also place my trust in you-after all, you are also the one who has that great characteristic , and your performance in the Third War has proven its capabilities." She glanced up at his antlers.

"You are overrated, my lady," the druid lowered his head, "you are really overrated. Since I was summoned, my past is not enough for me to occupy such a high place in his heart." His Eyes turned to the Moonblade, which was now being placed on the table. Tyrande watched him carefully.She put the weapon there in the hope that it would remind him of his past as a gladiator.She was considering the possibility of him taking on this mission, hoping that his current exploits would spur his loyalty to Malfurion, so that he would have a chance to step outside the circle of the Cenarion Circle's current actions.

"I'm telling the truth. Malfurion made it very clear before he disappeared. He understands your grief and anger, but you can only walk out on your own," her eyes narrowed. "Please forgive my words Straight up, Blore. Malfurion's dream form had to return to his body. Elune's predictions were clear. He was dying, dying fast! He couldn't have lasted that moment with a plan like Fandral's! I am very Be sure of it - though I think he means well. But Fandral is too stubborn, that's clear - not even I can change his mind. You and I must save Malfurion, regardless What a cage has bound him."

He hesitated: "Are you completely sure? The prediction you see will definitely not go wrong?" "That's Luna's guidance." She said with absolute confidence.Elune never failed her faith. Out of affirmation of her belief, the druid finally nodded.Blore's determined gaze convinced her that she had made the right choice. "I know you. I know Elune." Like most night elves, Blore grew up worshiping the moon god.The summoning of the druid path happened after that, but this did not affect his respect for this god. "Despite the merits of Van Dahl's plan, there is one reason which makes me trust your judgment all the more. If you have a complete plan, my lady, I will gladly agree to it. Something must be done, and, moreover, it will not involve As for Archdruid Fandral's respect, I'm afraid Teldrassil is not the only way. What do you think?"

It seemed sudden that he agreed with Tyrande, but it was not without reason.Yes, Blore was initially content and hopeful with Fandral's plan.But Tyrande's words aroused the half-belief that was already in him, about those images that were growing and the last thing he wanted to happen.Something sinister is creeping up - definitely those nightmares.The images forced him to think so, and the final image of his late daughter, whom he cared for, added credibility to Tyrande's words.Something dreadful is approaching, possibly the downfall of Malfurion. No... Healing Teldrassil might take too long, the druid thought, but Fandral didn't think so...

He repeated his question, trying to find an answer. She looks away.Tyrande's actions were largely based on what she knew about druids from Malfurion.So it's very likely that the priestess made some wrong assumptions.If so, her plan would die before it even started. "I want to go to the big shade tree..." He froze when she mentioned the place name.He knew right away what she wanted to do. "Great shade..." the strong male elf murmured, "I know what you want. This is indeed the most effective... especially I believe that under the condition that time is precious..."

Her hope grew: "You think this works?" "My lady... this may be the only chance we have left...but it won't be easy unless..." She waited, but Blore was so lost in thought that she had to ask, "Unless what?" Shaking his head, the druid continued to mutter, "It's best you don't know," Blore added, seemingly making up his mind, "but I'll do it." "There are still questions about this gathering and Fandral's plans," the High Priestess continued. "You'll have to wait until the dust settles—but I don't think we have time to waste."

"I have one more thing to deal with, my lord priestess. If Arch Druid Fandral doesn't catch me, I will disappear from his sight later," he frowned, "but now I have to fight with other Let's go back to the Cenarion Quarter together." Once again the priestess waited for the druid's explanation, which Blore again ignored.She finally nodded to the druid, trusting that whatever he was keeping from her was doing her - and Malfurion's - good. "Thank you," the priestess whispered.Her expression turned serious. "But I won't let you fight alone. I'll send Shandris to meet you. You're familiar with Aberdine, aren't you?"

"I've been there. It's not very good for druids... and I'm used to another way of travel like my kind. Shall we meet there?" "Yes. Then you two continue on to Ashenvale." He didn't hide his expression. It was obvious that he didn't like her having a companion for him. "I don't doubt her overall strength or importance, but I'm more used to traveling alone." She was very strong: "I object. If I have to order you—" Blore snorted from his throat: "You don't need to do this. If you are sure that this will be good for Malfurion...then I trust your decision, my lord priestess."

Tyrande's mood eased.Suddenly she reached out to touch Blore's shoulder.As she did so, a faint light spread like moonlight from where she touched, enveloping Blore before disappearing within him. "May Luna bless you...I am very grateful." The druid bowed deeply. "Both honor me, my lady." "I'm just an ordinary person." The druid bowed deeply again and backed away from her. "No. To Malfurion, you are... to me, you are the High Priest of the Moon God, the embodiment of the night elves' hopes." He exits the tent.Tyrande pursed her lips, wondering if she was doing the right thing. Then her gaze turned to the Moonblade, and her determination grew stronger. Blore said nothing to Hamuul, and the dull tauren didn't ask.The night elf didn't sleep well that night, but when the druids were preparing to return to Moonglade, he only bowed respectfully to the priestess, showing no intimacy unlike the others. The Elune sisters would have their own means of travel - in powerful hippogryphs - flying back to Darnassus, so, after a brief conversation with Tyrande, Fandral Staghelmet took Drew Yimen came to a clearing in Moonglade. "I feel that the current situation requires our immediate and uninterrupted efforts to heal the World Tree," the archdruid leader announced before setting off. "We will try again tonight." "Tonight?" one druid blurted out, "after such a long flight?" "There will be a period of time for you to meditate. Naturally, I will try my best to make the best use of our strength, because we don't have another statue of Remulos to finally strengthen it..." Fandral waved his hand to stop further "That's it! Now, for Malfurion's sake, let's hit the road..." Fandral spread his arms. As if in one body, the druids began to shrink at the same time.They bent forward, feathers growing from their purple skin.Their noses and mouths elongate to resemble beaks. This small group of storm crows took off quickly and disappeared in the dark night sky, almost invisible. Fandral's raven was larger than the others, with silvery stripes on its wings.He led the druids forward at a faster speed, eager to reach Teldrassil.Such sights are uncommon, as only the best druids have the opportunity to learn the art of flying.Except for Blore, everyone else received the honorary title of Archdruid.This is another way of illustrating the power at his disposal, but he has not been able to concentrate on gaining a corresponding status among his peers.It came down to Vandral's charter that he was here, which made him feel a little guilty about what he wanted to do. As usual, Blore flew far behind the flock, with Hamuul a little ahead of him.The tauren were the only thing Blore worried about besides Fandral, but Hamuul was just trying to keep the rhythm of the flight.The tauren is powerful, but old for his kind, so he has to work harder than other night elves. After several hours of long-distance flight, the World Tree appeared in front of the crows.Fandral landed, and the crows followed.Blore landed quietly last, and turned and flew upwards.Flapping its wings as hard as it could, the night elf flew higher and higher.The huge tree trunk of Teldrassil stood in front of him like an insurmountable barrier, but the druid pushed forward anyway. After that, the incomparably huge canopy came oncoming.The crow that Blore had transformed headlong into the middle of the branches. Something that looked like a leaf moved.Even just a glance was enough for the druid to recognize the creature in front of him.The slender spike-like fangs, the huge trunk-like body, and the leafy coat all indicate that this is an ancient treant.As one of the most primitive beings, the Treant allies not only protect the world tree and the kingdom of the night elves, but also teach the elf warriors the knowledge of the dark side of nature and how to use this knowledge in battle. Compared with Blore's keenness, the ancient treant didn't notice his existence, which was just as he liked.Although the Ent would not harm him, Blore feared that he would inadvertently tell Fandral where he was.Although Fandral would notice it sooner or later, Blore felt that it was better later than earlier.Because by then he had long since disappeared. However, if Blore didn't achieve his purpose, it was really gone forever. The druid adjusted his flight path to avoid other relatively intelligent guards.The Sentinels, the armed forces of Darnassus, guard the canopy of Teldrassil.Their leader was the zealot Shandris Feathermoon, who gave her all to her leader. Tyrande rescued Shandris from the Legion's struggle many years ago, and Shandris is almost the most capable and experienced fighter today.She is an orphan, or one of many orphans.Under the guidance of the priestess, Shandris gradually grew into one of the most powerful warriors among the night elves. This suggests that Tyrande chose Shandris for this task.A priestess would never trust anyone else on such a desperate mission.In fact, Blore is honored that he, too, was chosen to be one of them. Sensing that he was about to reach his destination, the druid put those thoughts aside for a moment.In less than an hour of flapping its wings, the druid had already passed through the branches and flew towards the night elf capital called the Cenarion District. As with the rest of Darnassus, it is almost impossible for ordinary people to comprehend that this sacred place is part of a city built on a single tree.Tall oaks and aspens line the Cenarion Quarter, separating it from the rest of the capital, each tree's bark deeply covered with mystical runes.In the middle of the woodland surrounded by them, many uniquely shaped structures composed of trees and finely polished stones are the daily gathering areas for druids.The largest of these is now the home of Fandral Buckhelm. The storm crow didn't fly directly towards the arch druid's shelter, but landed on a branch that was large enough to overlook the entire area.The Cenarion Quarter radiated a sense of serenity—it was indeed a good place to rest on weekdays—but it was by no means defenseless, especially as Fandral had planted quite a few of his own men among the guards. Blore flapped his wings and flew to another branch.This branch is closer to the target, but is hidden deep among the leaves, preventing it from being seen by the people of the Cenarion Zone.His infiltration must be quick, but also cautious. Everything looked peaceful, but when he looked closely at the green and crimson building, he noticed the intertwined flower vines above it.Lifting his head slightly, he looked at the tiny flower buds on the flower vine, which hinted at these seemingly decorative plant species—the only place that hinted at Fandral’s cunning—it would be difficult for other druids to tell come out. Turning back to jerk a feather from himself, Blore ignored the slight pain.He soared into the air, flew high above the flower vines, and then threw the feather down. A feather falls to one of the buds.The flower bud bloomed instantly, spraying out some liquid-like substance, wrapping the feather, causing it to fall to the ground with a bang.Apparently the liquid had hardened rapidly during this process. There are hundreds of flower buds, but each one is very small.Such a number was enough to easily keep Blore in the same cage until Fandral returned here. Blore continued to observe the flower vines.A few bees flew in and out of the buds without being hindered. The storm crow let out a triumphant cry, then landed on the ground.Of course he remembered to stay away from those flower vines in the Archdruid's residence. The moment he landed on the ground, Blore turned back into a human form.He wasted no time, and then began to whisper.These aren't any kind of words, it sounds like a high-pitched hum. After a while Blore heard another hum.Maintaining his voice, he saw the bees begin to gather in front of him.They danced around him, seeming curious about him. The druid changed the rhythm of his voice, and the swarm immediately responded.Together they flew into the building covered in flower vines. Blore reverted to his Stormcrow form and followed the bees.The number of bees was still increasing from his previous call, which Blore took as an invitation.The bees gathered where the druid wanted to go, a window guarded by heavy flower vines. Despite Blore's best efforts to flap his wings, it was still impossible to rush through the window.But there are bees gathering around the vines, searching among the vines for every bud they know.Blore regretted making such an excuse, but now he had no choice. When all the buds were occupied by bees, the druid rushed for the window.When he arrived, he saw some buds move, but the presence of the bees prevented them from spitting fluid. His avian body could barely fit through the window, but eventually he got through.Blore fell to the floor and resumed his human form.He knew where Fandral kept the things he wanted, and he knew that Fandral would never expect someone so presumptuous to break into his place and steal. Blore ignored his surroundings and walked directly to a box woven of iron grass.Although it looks soft on the surface, when treated in this way, the iron grass is as hard as real steel.An ordinary night elf couldn't cut it open or pry the lid off, but Blore was very familiar with Fandral's methods, both of whom had been close disciples of Malfurion.Even, Blore believed, there were certain things Malfurion had taught him that even Fandral did not know. The druid clasped his hands together, feeling the weave of the box.He figured out the spell Fandral used to seal his mouth, and the way he shaped the iron grass. The string used to seal the lid was not tied.Blore hesitated, then opened the case.The statue of Remulos looked back at him, as if the dragon-shaped statue was expecting him. The battle in his mind started again.He saw the demons of the Burning Legion, and their commander, the pit lord Azgalor.Blore looked desperately at the statue of Remulos in his hand again, and was knocked to the ground by the demon's weapon. Once again he saw the unshackled, corrupted army surrounding the only one standing on his side, his daughter Anatha.She didn't get a peaceful death, she was burned by horrible flames, and her flesh and blood shrank and died before his eyes. Blore gritted his teeth against the pain he felt from past failures.He can't let his emotions get around.He has the statue now, and that's the most important thing right now... and Malfurion's fate. Fandral had the opportunity to summon the statue back to Remulos against his wishes, but he took Moonglade's guarding duties too seriously and gave Blore that chance.The druid put away the statue with great care, marveling at its strange majesty.For a moment he marveled that such fine workmanship could be the source of some evil.Of course, the statue had been "purified" once, and perhaps that made the difference. The night elf remembered Remulos' warning, but had no choice because of the quest he was about to undertake.Blore needs this statue, though he needs to use it very carefully. He hesitated no longer, and the druid quickly restored the box to its original shape. Now I have added a thief to my part-time job, Blore thought bitterly.Don't know how Varian and Valeera will laugh at me... He hid the statue at the edge of his cloak.Due to the influence of other clothing, it will still stay in that magic space when he transforms. But as the druid reverted to his Stormcrow form, he heard a thud.Then found the statue dropped by his claws. With a low cry of frustration, the druid had to grab the statue between his claws.He wished he could fly faster as he clutched the statue.Others might not notice a flying Stormcrow, but a Stormcrow clutching a statue would raise a lot of questions from others, which he definitely didn't want to see. Blore flapped his wings and flew to the window.At this moment, his eyes fell on another statue.The statue is placed on a branch used as a table or shelf, with runes carved on it.What caught the druid's attention was the meaning expressed by the statue.It carves a night elf very similar to Fandral, but not Fandral himself. Valastan... Blore was lost in the memory of the statue.Like Blore, Fandral also lost his only child, his son, in the war.Even though the circumstances were entirely different and Fandral was not responsible for Valastan's death, this bereaved situation was like a bond linking the two elder druids. And Blore's actions at this moment would undoubtedly sever that bond forever. He could feel the bees losing interest in the flowers.Blore flapped his wings vigorously and flew towards the window.He felt the first of the swarm leave the bud.He folded his wings and rushed out of the window like an arrow. The bee is frightened and leaves his path.This leaves a portion of the buds now unhindered. Something hit his left wing.Blore rolled to one side, an automatic movement that saved him from being hit on the head by the liquid. He was also hit in the right leg before he was completely out of Bud's range.He still hasn't slowed down after that.He has done such an unimaginable thing, the only hope is that such a crazy plan can effectively change the current situation. Malfurion is lost in the Emerald Dream.He had lost contact with the Aspect Ysera, or any green dragonguards who guarded that plane.Tyrande's advice about going to Ashenvale is correct, but to increase some chances of success, they'll need some extra help beyond just a dubious druid and moon priest. Through the Remulos statue, Blore hoped to be able to contact that help, if he survived death in the process. Sora cut a path through the dense vegetation.Her straight orc head couldn't figure out why that magical tomahawk couldn't be used for this.Anyway, what's the use of this weapon if you can't cut the enemy? She felt that she was very close to her goal.It may be a few more days to go, or it may arrive tomorrow.But the key to finding that treacherous night elf is at hand. The bushes finally gave way, and there was an open field and a series of tall mountains in front of us.The orcs saw cave entrances, large and small, all over the place.Sora took up the ax again as a weapon, for caves meant danger, especially if they contained hungry beasts or ferocious trolls. When entering the mountains, Sora noticed an unusual calm in the mountains.Where did the birds go?A few insects announced their presence here and there, but none of the larger creatures appeared, and no birds flew overhead.Which means the hunt might not be going well here...or she might be the hunted. Anyway, after being in the area for a while, eventually Sora needed to rest.She had no choice but to risk sleeping.After looking around at the dark mouth-like caves around, Sora chose a smaller one.This will not only avoid encountering some huge creatures, but also enough for her to shelter. The small cavern was only a few yards wide, ending in a curved wall.After confirming that there were no other hidden entrances that could bring her danger, the female warrior huddled in a corner with a good view and could monitor the entire cave and the entrance. Her food was running low, Sola inspected it carefully.Three pieces of goat jerky, some slowly spoiling tubers, and half a bag of water.Sola ate a piece of jerky with the tuber, and then took a few sips of water.She had no choice but to ignore the protests of her stomach that they were never being satisfied these days.Both the gambling and drinking came to a head after she entered the area.Somewhere here, she'll find enough supplies to keep her going, and finally be content with the blood oath being fulfilled.If Sora is still alive by then, she will consider satisfying her worldly desires. A hissing sound echoed in the cave. The orc didn't recover immediately, and then she realized that the sound was coming from outside the cave.While struggling with his exhausted body, Sora stood up and walked towards the entrance of the cave.She clutched the tomahawk tightly in her hand.This sound is not like ordinary snakes or lizards, but like a very big, much bigger creature. The lack of birds and animals in the area seems to have some explanation for this. Sora waited, but the voice did not reappear.She took a few steps towards the outside of the cave, always ready to deal with the enemies that appeared. The wind suddenly picked up so violently that the orc was nearly swept back into the cave.The already dark areas became even darker, as if something deliberately blocked the light of the stars and moon. Long story short, that's it.A huge black shadow quickly covered where Sora was standing.It passed her, running deeper into the area. The orc continued to walk out of the cave, trying to see what it looked like.At such a distance, the gigantic figure appeared slightly tilted on the horizon. After waiting for a while to see if it would fly back into the sky, Sora returned to the cave.She gripped the battle ax tightly in her hand, a faint light flickered in her eyes. That's some kind of sign.The last time she had a dream, the recurring dream had changed.There was a hint at the end of the dream—a brief glimpse, of a vague figure—and she had only recently recognized it. That image was like what Sora had just seen.That's a train.