Chapter 9 Chapter 8 Lucan

Strange things were approaching the place where Malfurion was hiding, some familiar - some unfamiliar. The druid elder wondered what new tricks the Nightmare Lord was playing.The pain of his transformation still tormented him, but Malfurion at least kept some of his sanity.He also knew that his captors knew this, and that he did everything possible to prevent it.Hope this is another effort. Malfurion himself didn't know how much longer it would last.It was too hard for him to do what he did before while enduring the torture.The Nightmare Lord knows how to torment him, hurt the druid elder's loved ones or scare his people.

Malfurion knew only that his opponent was huge.The tall, circuitous walk of this new form bothered the night elves.He hoped that the prison-like dense fog that surrounded him would be at least momentary, so that he could see clearly what new monsters it had brought. Here I am - he heard the voice.But that wasn't the Nightmare Lord, it was a new figure.It didn't speak to Malfurion, he just overheard it speaking to someone else. The new figure came forward.Tree shadows twisted Malfurion's body, and the Nightmare Lord's branches reached out to the newcomer like vines. There was a silence.Malfurion knew his captor was speaking to the newcomer, and he concealed his true purpose.The night elf saw no need for this.

The newcomer let out a sneer.Yes - it should be done - how ridiculous - If possible, the druid elder would have frowned.It wasn't a new kind of torture for him—at least not directly.His captors have tasks for this newcomer. Understanding made him make up his mind.He let his pain focus.He was already in the Emerald Dream - or a nightmare now - and while his attempts to see through the fog to see what the demons had made of the land had failed, maybe - maybe Malfurion could Something more crucial. The mystery was not solved.That figure remained unchanged.Understanding this unknown newcomer became Malfurion's sole concern.He had tried to do the same with the Nightmare Lord, but failed.But they wouldn't have thought he'd use it on the newcomer—

What a curious vermin you are! Malfurion's mind was nearly fainted by a psychic force.This eased his pain - even if it was only for a few seconds. I'm going - said the newcomer to Malfurion's tormentor.The elder druid focused again to see the newcomer fade away in the thick fog. The shadow tree of the incarnation of the Nightmare Lord now enveloped Malfurion again.Still troublesome, but not for long—that's the price to pay, huh? The night elf understood immediately.His weakness did not come from his dreams but from his real body.His desire to know more drained his precious power.

Shadow branches touched his eyes, as if trying to gouge them out.But Malfurion knew that his eyes were probably the safest part of his body in his unreal dreams.The demons that imprisoned him wanted him to see, even though there was nothing to see—or because there was nothing to see, it didn't matter that he kept his eyes. You want to see?You just need to tell me, my friend—you have contributed a lot to our goal, and I will help you with this small matter— Branches stretched forward in two waves to push the fog away—showing him for the first time what the Emerald Lands had become. If he could scream, Malfurion did, but not out of pain.

The branches retracted, and the dense fog filled the surroundings of the elder druid again. His head was filled with laughter.It was as if a dagger had been thrust into the night elf's head.We are very grateful for your contribution to this, Malfurion Stormrage - you have helped us so much - The shadow tree is gone.The sound also stopped.Malfurion was terrified at what he had just seen.This was the latest torment in store for him. But what his captor didn't expect was that the night elf learned something he'd always wanted to know.In fact, two very critical things.One thing is the identity of the servant of the Nightmare Lord.The answer is obvious, but due to Malfurion's long torment, it will manifest itself.

A green dragon was serving the devil—not just any green dragon—and he prayed Ysera knew about it, or she would be caught suddenly.If the guardian of the Emerald Dream is imprisoned, then all is lost. The second thing was that the thick fog cleared and the scenery around Malfurion appeared, helping him to validate a decision he had made long ago. If there was ever a silver lining for him to have a chance of saving Ysera and the Emerald Dream, Malfurion must die. Regardless of what they had seen and heard, and what it meant to them, Tyrande and Blore knew they too would have to sleep.The struggle in Auberdine had taken an unexpected toll on their strength and energy.

They did not know where they were, whether they were near Auberdine or Ashenvale.But the druid told her they were getting closer to their goal.Unfortunately, she can't fly now without Jaylight.Although Blore is very powerful after becoming Stormcrow, he can't stand Tyrande and their new partners. Tyrande continued to study the sleeping human, who seemed a harmless character, she felt no magic in him.But after all, as a high-level priest of the Moon God, and with hundreds of years of experience in practicing magic, she still found some clues.There is a special kind of magic in him, but it is so subtle that it exists almost as a part of his body, and cannot be strengthened through acquired practice.

She looked up, and the sky was turning from gray to black.They wasted a precious day waiting for that human to wake up.Even though the man had talked to himself in his sleep, he didn't behave like a townsman.His nightmares may be vivid, but none of them are real. Thinking of Auberdine, the high priest shuddered.Both she and Blore had come close to becoming Jay Wright.Tyrande recalled the nightmare she had just had - the vicious grinning satyr leading her to their leader - and she was grateful that the human had arrived just in time.Blore had told her about the genie of his dreams, the dreaded demon of the Burning Legion.Both night elves saw monsters that horribly mimicked the sleeping denizens of Auberdine.

Not for the first time, Tyrande wanted to keep shaking their new companion until he woke up.With each passing day, the chances of rescuing Malfurion looked slimmer—or worse.But she and the druid agreed that such a hopeless act was useless.At first all their efforts failed to wake the man: it seemed that he had to choose to wake up. But I won't lose him again!Tyrande insisted.Even if it was his own mistake to come here and get in trouble, I can't lose him again— Tyrande shook her head, trying to clear the thought from her regret.She was grateful to Blore for chiming in. Blore didn't notice the change in her expression, his attention was on the man. "I see he's still asleep."

"I think so too. He is different from others, but he has been sleeping all day since the second half of the night—" The high priestess played with her weapon.She was thankful to have it off Gialette's saddle.Otherwise, the weapon falls to Auberdine.Although Tyrande carried the boons of Elune, the moon god, they did not make her powerful and invincible.It is a powerful and necessary weapon. "Are we leaving him here? I don't want to, considering he's helped us that way." "Me too. Besides, we have to go to Ashvale, we can carry him for a while but he will take us a lot of time." At last she told him of the things she had been thinking about in her waking hours. "I should go alone. That's what I planned to do when I suggested Ashenvale. Blore looked at her in horror: "I will not leave you here alone! Especially after the terrible events of Auberdine! We must go to Ashenvale together - he said, pointing at the human, "Hope we You can also take him—" "So what do we do?" Druid looked a little guilty. "I planned it before going to Auberdine." From under his cloak, he pulled out what he had brought from Fandral's lodgings. "It's time to use my theft, if possible." She couldn't believe her eyes. "Is that—is that the statue of Remulos?" "yes." "I heard that you gave it to the druid elder Fandral for safekeeping—" "Now let's borrow it." He motioned her not to ask any more questions.Tyrande nodded, and Blore didn't feel relieved. He added: "Our greatest hope is that we can successfully use this idol." "How?" "Remulos once said it was connected to a powerful green dragon. Ysera didn't tell him which, only that she added her magic to it when she carved it. He was purifying it, like me. I guessed which dragon it was when I was there. Although I don't know his name, I can feel his powerful magic power. It should be one of her consorts." Tyrande understood what Blore meant. "You think you can find the dragon with the idol?" "I hope so." She didn't like to hear that kind of answer. "Once Fandral finds out that you have moved the idol, what will he do?" Blore shrugged. "I don't know, but if I get the job done I'll find out." Tyrande inspected the idol, praying that it was worth the druid's price—or both of them. "What would you like to do—can I help?" "You can't help. I'll do it myself." Blore put the idol on the ground in front of him and sat cross-legged.The dragon's eyes were fixed on the druid's. "I'm going to try something new. Don't expect to use the idol itself—" He caught his breath suddenly: "I never thought I'd have to see the damned again for that reason—" The high priest didn't say anything, she knew the nine between Blore and the idol before.She knew his pain at not being able to save his daughter from the twisted power of the idol.He can only convince himself. Stretching out his palms to the idol, Blore began to murmur.The idol is still associated with a dragon, but it's not known which dragon.The druid hoped to join in that connection, to communicate spiritually with the dragon.Tyrande knew why.The green dragon might be able to tell them what happened, but more importantly, he might help them get to the Emerald Dream.If the Idol could do it—Blore was working on it.But that had to be done before the nightmare came.Of course, if the guardian of the dream helps them, not only will they survive, but they will most likely succeed. Emerald green light enveloped the statue, and a force appeared. Magic has linked the idol to the mystical dragon. She was immediately attracted to Blore, and a more emerald light rose around him.Strangely, the light was not from Blore, but from the grass beneath him.As a druid, Blore gained power from the animals and plants of Azeroth for the first time, and Tyrande witnessed everything.There was power within him, and she could see that in some ways it was like her answering the call of Elune, the moon god. Perhaps Malfurion is not so different from me, the high priest thought.Maybe that's why we've been separated for so long— She should have known, she had accepted Cenarius' teachings and fought alongside her lover and other druids.Every druid is an important part of Azeroth.Malfurion felt this more deeply, more than Blore. He can't refuse his calling any more than I can—these callings are intertwined, like our fate—if we make it back alive—we'll learn how to reconcile the two—learn how to be together— If we could live-- The green began to converge into a magical stream that spread out along the ground of Azeroth, reaching the place where the dragon was currently hiding.But just at the beginning, it seems to have hit a snag. Blore whispered something. Gradually relax your body. "No! You can't!" The human was among them, wide-eyed.Half kneeling, he reached out desperately for the idol. As he tried to stop the ritual, Tyrande found that the scene around him was no longer the place they were now.Part of it looks so easy.And the other part— The high priest kicked, and the target was not the man, but the statue of Remulos. The idol flew up and landed on a small rock. Blore's spell was broken, and he stared at them both with puzzled and complaining eyes. "In the name of the World Tree, what the hell are you doing?" he asked Tyrande.The druid jumped up and grabbed the human by the scruff of the neck. "Are you trying to make trouble? What tricks have you played on her?" The man moved his mouth, but made no sound.The vision Tyrande had just seen in him was gone.She tried her best to imagine it, but she couldn't remember it any more—it was like a dream. But she remembered one thing.She jumped up to Blore, stopping him from threatening the disheveled man: "Let him go! He's trying to help us!" "Help us? He referenced you to destroy her when my spell first started to work!" But out of respect for his companion, he let go. "It didn't work, it didn't work," the human mumbled, looking past them: "It's only for their benefit, to bring them here—" "Who are they?" Tyrande asked, and she put a hand on his shoulder to calm him. God finally appeared in his eyes.He looked at her: "I—I don't know—they—those nightmares—" The man bowed his head: "I'm going to sleep—I can't sleep—I can't sleep—" "Who are you?" Blore asked, his tone much more kind. "What's your name?" "Name?" His eyes were loose again, he blinked, and tried to bring himself back to his senses: "Lucan Foxbrook——" A trace of pride gave him some strength: "Honorable Wat The third cartographer of His Majesty Rian—! He was ordered to make a map—" His expression was like that of a lost child: "I can't remember——" "Don't just talk about yourself," Tyrande urged. "Tell us, how do you know we're in danger?" "I—I just knew. It—it was connected to that place in my dream—I felt them—I felt something approaching—" Blore picked up the idol. "Maybe that's where we're going." As plausible as this may sound, Tyrande could not forget how she felt after meeting Lucan Foxbrood. "No—he's right, Blore. Something ominous is approaching us. That's why I did it. I believe what he said—" Luken looked at her as if she had just saved him from death. "Thank you, my lady! Thank you!" "Calm down, Lucan. You're one of the friends (1)—don't thank me. Your timely action just saved us." "You really think so?" asked the Druid, still staring at the idol. "Maybe—maybe it is—" He put the idol down. "In that case, there's only one thing to do." Blore asked Luken, "You know Where are we? " "Don't know - don't know - I just keep going - keep going." "As I thought." Blore stepped back and said to Tyrande, "I didn't tell you earlier that I took a short flight while you were asleep. I didn't see where we were, but I If I try again, I think I might know what to do next." Tyrande was not angry, he knew he would not put her and Lucan in danger. She agreed to his plan. "What about the idol?" He shrugged. "What? We're not going to use it anymore, it's not a threat. Put it here until I get back." Stretching out his arms, he becomes a Stormcrow.Lucan took a few steps back from Tyrande, feeling a little guilty.Her and Blore's mana was stronger and more subtle than that of most humans. "Nothing," she said to Lucan, "don't panic." "My - my cousin started summoning - I mean, witchcraft," Luken whispered.He frowned: "He is dead now." How many had died, the High Priest thought, how many lives had been lost in that final battle.And now—what awaits Azeroth this time" Blore flew into the air.She and Lucan watched with admiration as the giant bird soared into the sky.Tyrande envied the strange spells possessed by Malfurion's followers.fly like that- But the Stormcrow turned and flew back toward his companions before reaching an ideal Highduld.Lucan looked at him inexplicably, but Tyrande knew that Blore would not turn back unless he found important information. She held the idol in her hand before Blore landed, ready to evacuate at any time.The expression on the druid's face after returning to her original form showed that her prediction was close to reality. "Have you figured out where we are?" Luken asked naively. "What did you see?" Tyrande interrupted him. "Are we near nomadic territory now?" "It's a small matter," growled Blore. "We've got to find a hiding place, fast—" He grabbed Lucan by the arm and dragged him toward the hills.Tyrande followed closely, holding the idol under his arm. "What is that? More evil creatures than in Auberdine?" Blore snorted. "It's not—it's a bigger nightmare." He pointed to the sky to the east. "There's a dragon—a black dragon." Sola watched the strangers from the western mountain top.Two night elves and a human.Two men and one woman.She immediately discounted the impression of the human being, he didn't look like a warrior at all.On the other hand, those two night elves seemed to be strong opponents.That guy looks like a druid.Sora admires those who draw their strength from nature. The woman piqued her interest.She is always willing to compete with the women of other tribes.The night elf was graceful, and her weapon took a long time to use.Sora gripped her ax subconsciously, not knowing how things would turn out. But the reality dispelled this boring curiosity.What matters is that those three people are there.And now here she is.They were connected to what she was tracking.She has only one goal, so these people are also her enemies in battle.That woman may be his wife. Sora grinned.They're what I'm here for, she decided.They will lead me to him - they will lead me to that Malfurion - a traitor and a destroyer of life. She'd seen the druid cast a spell and turn into a bird and fly high.Take him out first in the fight.But he doesn't look as powerful as she dreamed.Finally able to compete with her opponent. Then Sora figured out why the druid had only been flying for such a short time.A large shadow appeared in the sky.It flew towards the place of the three people.Although they fled very quickly, they still had the bad luck of being caught up.Sora cursed, wishing her target would be eaten alive. At this time, an amazing thing happened. Dragon predation becomes insignificant.In a minute they were gone.Only a few green lights, brief hints, could give her some answers.She assumed a night elf cast some sort of spell and took all three of them. But what surprised her even more was when she saw the dragon again.The huge monster turned around suddenly, flapping its wings fiercely, without any hesitation: the dragon left as fast as it could. And what intrigued Sora most was that although the darkness prevented her from seeing the huge beast very well—she could swear that the dragon was fleeing in the sudden onslaught of fear. Remark: (1) The original text reads "You are among friends". After comparing with other translations, it was judged that there would be ambiguity, so it was changed to "You are a member of friends".