Chapter 22 Chapter 21 Beyond the Storm of Stormwind City

Blore regained consciousness, but he couldn't recall when he first succumbed to the nightmare.He found himself, Tyrande, Lucan, and the orcs facing the tormented Eranikus. To make matters worse, they returned to the Emerald Dream, or the only place left.A group of them was in a deep canyon that had preserved the fading splendor of the Emerald Dream.Towering valleys surrounded them, and though these towering valleys looked like solid, mighty outposts, the druids knew they were little protection for them. The green dragon looked at Lucan as if she was a pest who would be best eaten and destroyed.Thanks to the good psychological quality of the cartographer, he will not tremble when facing the giant beast.

"At any time, you must keep yourself and others away from me! No matter which idiot binds us together, don't come near me!" "I just hope to get us out of that place." Luken replied rather annoyed, "My town doesn't know why we came back to you!" The green dragon sighed: "If I knew you would bring me so much trouble, I should have kept you in the Emerald Dream since you were a baby! You are just a human born here It turned out to be so dangerous and troublesome!" Regardless of Lucan's protests, Eranikus' tone made it sound like Blore wasn't really mad at Lucan.The behemoth's rage was actually directed at itself.

Either way, that's just Eranikus' own problem to deal with.Blore was actually more concerned with another issue, which Tyrande had revealed to him. "Can you take us to Malfurion?" she asked the green dragon. "We must find him! I must find him!" "For what?" Eranikus sneered. "All will turn out to be terrible. The nightmare has taken my queen, my consort! There is no hope! I have failed her again ..." These words attracted a high-ranking priestess to look at him contemptuously, and said: "So you stay in failure! Well, we will never do this!"

Eranikus spread his wings.He glanced around, as if afraid that the nightmare would feel him now.Then, his rage outstripping his fear, he hissed, "You can go wherever you like, and do whatever stupid things you want, as long as it never reminds me of what happened Jiuxing Already!" A wing flits over these tiny crowds.Blore pushed Tyrande towards Lucan, and found that Sola saw his intentions too. And for Lucan, he did exactly what Eranikus intended.Faced with this threat, humans naturally moved out of the Emerald Dream. The others left the Emerald Dream with him.Then, they stood in front of the huge fortress gate.

There is a frantic, fierce battle going on here. On the one hand, the creepy dream forms of the victims of the nightmares came and gathered before the match, their twisted, anguished looks, and their screaming mouths...all of which made everyone feel strange Fear, even for the bravest of men.Their hollow, sunken eyes stared at everyone, hoping they would share in their torment. On the other side, a dwindling group of Guardians wear similar armor, trying to stop everything that cannot be stopped.They had great courage, for not one of them fled, even though their numbers were insignificant.

To Blore's shock, he knew the place. "This is Stormwind City—Royal Fortress!" A soldier spotted them.He took a moment to acknowledge their unexpected arrival, and then called for his two companions.The three dealt with the strangers anxiously.The three soldiers kept brandishing their swords and torches as they approached. The orc wanted to be at the head of the line, but Tyrande blocked her way. "They mean we're part of the nightmare!" the High Priestess yelled at Blore. "We've got to make them trust us anyway!" Before anyone else could stop him, Lucan got to the front.With his fingers stretched out and his arms stretched forward, he shouted to the approaching soldiers: "Wait! We are not enemies! I am Lucan Foxbrough! I am the first cartographer appointed by the king!" Third Assistant! We must see him!"

The soldiers hesitated for a moment. They looked at the orcs in the team and became very suspicious.Blore guessed what they were thinking.What kind of nightmare would such a strange lineup appear? After cueing his companions to stop, a soldier leader walked towards Lucan with a weapon in hand.He pointed his sword at the map maker, and Lucan stood still. The tip of the sword touched the real flesh.The leader of the soldiers seemed more at ease with Luken.However, he then started turning to Sora again. The high priestess stood side by side with Luken, blocking the orcs, and said, "I am Tyrande Whisperwind, the leader of the night elves. With me is Blore Bearskin, who is Wari Friends of King Ann! This orc is with us. She has no malicious intentions and will not do any harm to you."

The name "Blore Bearskin" was at least what the soldier was reminded of.At the same time, he nodded to the night elves to show respect: "Dear lady, we are honored to—" "King!" Luken reminded him, "We must meet King Varian immediately!" "Then, you'd better come with me." Said the soldier, "Anyway, we must evacuate here!" As soon as the words fell, a scream came from not far away.They looked back to see a Guardian struggling in the mist behind them, several miles away.A hand-like thing emerged from the mist to grab him, and the creepy face of the slave of nightmares loomed before the hapless soldier, as if about to swallow him down.

Before anyone tried to help him, the man had disappeared, and his screams were even more terrifying, more like part of a nightmare. "Hurry up!" ordered the warrior, running ahead of Blore and the others. They were hurriedly led down a long stone staircase and across a courtyard to the other side of the enclosure.When they reached the place, Blore called their doorman and asked, "How is the situation in Stormwind?" "The defenses are falling apart! The trade zone, the port, the Valley of Heroes...all in the fog!" the man yelled in response, "some noise coming from the old town, the church square and the dwarven quarters...the mage's quarters are still lit! ’ He gestured to the right, and the druid saw moving lights in that direction, which meant that magic was of no use either.There are a small number of other areas where smaller lights exist.

"It was brighter here an hour ago," continued the soldier. "We can't hold on, no one can hold on..." "Wonderful if anything held on!" put in Tyrande. "What do you say, Blore?" Druid nodded in agreement.Thinking about it, he raised a glimmer of hope and said, "Malfurion and the Queen of Dreams will save everything!" "But Ysera has been captured!" Blore felt a little proud of what he said next, saying: "She is a role model, the greatest dragon! More importantly, she is the guardian of the Emerald Dream! Even though she was captured by the nightmare, I Think she will fight back, so we have to act."

Looking at the chaotic battle scene, Sola said, "She is resisting, but this city... maybe the city of Orgrimmar will also fall." They began to climb another stone staircase.On more than one occasion during the journey, they heard cries and cries of despair. "Ysera sacrificed herself to make Malfurion escape!" the druid added. "She must think our archdruid can do something!" "What about us?" Tyrande asked. Blore did not answer the question.He couldn't tell her what was bothering him all the time.Nightmare, using visions of his daughter, made him try and fail utterly.He's not Malfurion Stormrage, and he's not even an Archdruid. He was nothing more than a rebellious gladiator, a slave. But it also supports Blore to continue fighting.The soldier finally led them to a familiar figure.Although the armor obscured his figure, judging from his posture, he could only be alone. "Your Majesty!" cried Blore. A man in armor hurried over.From the slit cut in the middle of the helmet, King Varian's large eyes peeked out. But unfortunately, his initial attention turned to Sora. "There are orcs appearing in Stormwind City!" The king rushed over immediately, his fabled long sword, Salameni had already raised it, ready to strike.Salameni has an extremely first-class blade. The unique thin blood groove divides the tip of the blade in two, while the thicker blade faces downwards, which looks enough to split an orc in half.No, under the blade, there is dazzling sunlight. Sora stepped back to protect herself.King Varian was thus more certain of what he suspected.He gripped the slender knife handle tightly, ready to strike at any moment: "Let you be the first of thousands of orcs to bleed, and you will die for what happened tonight! I want— —” Blore stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, your eyesight is getting worse and worse! This is not a good thing for a king, and it is a poor excuse for a fighter." "Blore Bearskin!" shouted the king, not letting go of his sword, despite seeing his friend appear. "Stay away from this damned greenskin! I'll strike her—" "She came with us! She is not responsible for what happened, let alone blamed!" Varian obviously didn't believe it, but he knew very well that to be near Sora - and she wanted to fight - the Castellan of Stormwind would have to deal with his old buddy first. "I don't know if it's true," Varian growled. "Tell me you're true, Blore..." The druid held out a hand, and after a cautious pause, the Castellan of Stormwind took it.As he pressed it, his eyes gradually softened. "It's you, I think—really you!" "When you shake hands, if you can feel the bones, you'll know I'm real!" Blore and the king relieved each other.They were very happy because they were reunited, which eased the tense atmosphere just now. "Valeira! She can't be with you, can she?" "Haven't seen the blood elf you're talking about in weeks. As you know, she's pretty much a loner!" Varian sighed. "Trust me, Blore, I'm pretty sure I can Used her fighting skills. I also hope she doesn't get caught stealing again. Hate to see her fight for someone like Rhaegar Earthfury or worse," Varian concluded road. Druid didn't hide his disappointment.All he could do was pray that wherever the blood elf was, she would be safe. But where would the safe place be now? "I know you," Varian said, staring at Luken over the night elves. "Foxbrood, we thought you were lost." The map maker nodded and said, "It was indeed lost for a while." Varian gave Tyrande a very polite nod.He had seen her before, just before he regained the throne. "Dear Queen..." Then, he turned his attention back to Sora.The sword in his hand was raised again, and he said to the orc with a non-contradictory attitude: "But why did you bring this dirty and hateful monster into Stormwind City, Blore? What on earth are you thinking? Her leader is using the mist to sneak Hidden by our walls like a shameless assassin! Instead of confronting us directly, he softens us with the method of plague, what a filthy weapon, with no sense of fighting with a true warrior— " "Thall is not an assassin lurking in the mists, nor is he a brazen warrior!" she growled, "you can't say that he—" Before the situation could turn bad, Blore interjected, "Your Majesty, we've run out of time for internal arguments! She's with us! I put my life on her! My life!" "Then you underestimate the value of your own existence, Blore—" "Stop! There are more important things waiting for us to do! Tell me the real situation, how long can you keep the capital?" "All I can say is that we're lost, though they're moving very slowly. Our weapons are basically useless against them. Only a small area is safe. Tomorrow—if there's one at all—except There should be no place to defend the fortress. If you have a way to save us, I will do my best. You know this well." "I'm glad to hear that. I hope you still think so after I tell you what I need." The druid immediately explained his intention.Varian frowned as he listened and wanted to know everything. "I see what you mean, Blore." The Santo said finally, "The question is, what are you going to do?" "My mentor is the key... For some reason, I believe he is the most important." Then Blore pointed to Luken and said, "This man has extraordinary talent... However, he still doesn't seem to be able to freely control this ability .We need to get to Darnassus as soon as possible... faster than we can go by ourselves." "There are some griffins left for us in the stronghold," Varian suggested. "A couple of griffins might be useful—" Tyrande stood up suddenly and said: "King Varian, I suddenly thought of a way. If you answer my question, I can get one of us to Darnassus as quickly as possible, faster than yours." Gryphons are even faster." "If my answer will help us, then feel free to ask." "Do you know where our ambassador is now?" Varian said wistfully, "Like most people, she fell asleep in her room." "We need someone to take us to her," the High Priestess insisted. "I cannot issue this order." The king looked from Tyrande to Blore.Finally shouted: "Major Martin Ray (2)." A grey-haired veteran rushed over, wearing gold and red armor, wearing a blue royal coat, with the head of a lion symbolizing the glory of Stormwind on his head.His face has many marks washed by the years, it looks very mature, and he has a short beard.In the right hand holds a long sword. "Druid," shouted the veteran when he looked at Blore, "I know you!" "I know you too," Blore replied. "You once served Marcus Jonathan—" The night elves stopped suddenly, recalling what the soldier who had brought them had said.The Valley of Heroes, where the General and Martin Ray should have been stationed, has fallen. The veteran's eyes caught Blore's attention. "Just as the mist began to take our men, the general was called in for reinforcements. He told me to prepare for battle. Before I returned, the mist had enveloped the valley..." "Those bloody idiots nearly charged into the fog," Varian added without a hint of anger, "but Martin Ray knew we needed all of them and ordered his freshly assembled army to come back to us... ..." The Lord of Stormwind said again: "Do you know where the ambassador of the night elves is going--I mean now. I need to find someone who is trustworthy and cautious to take them there, although I don't know what it is for." Tyrande said without hesitation, "She has a hearthstone." Not just Varian, but everyone else's eyes widened as well.Blore also realized what the High Priestess had said, although he himself had only seen the stone twice.Hearthstone is a palm-sized crystal stone with an oval shape. It has been bound by a mysterious spell, and it will cast a spell on its owner or the place where it is.In most cases, the user will be teleported to the last zone it was recorded in.For example, the most obvious one in this case is the city of Darnassus.In Hearthstone, distance doesn't matter. "I thought they were just legends," Varian said warily. "It's odd that your ambassador has one too." "But it may be a good thing for us now." Tyrande said quietly. The king nodded and said nothing more.He looked at the veteran, and the veteran saluted him.Martin Ray directed the other soldiers to follow him. Varian didn't want to stop the orcs from following the night elves, and neither Blore nor Tyrande dared to keep her with the humans.Sora also seemed to have no better place to stay. But one of them did something startling.Lucan Foxbrood did not stay with his king, or his companions, but followed. "You're home," grumbled Blore. "You stay here." "I may be useful to you." Luken argued, his eyes were full of determination, making it impossible to refuse. "My ability may not be unmatched or lethal, but this ability may be useful...in case you need to escape..." Druid said nothing more.They have come to the gate of the fortress. A soldier among the veterans shouted and opened the passage, but the sentry closed the entrance after they went out.Tyrande's words reminded them all as they left the keep. "The mists are thick here, but those poor souls are nowhere to be seen." "Why did they appear here?" Blore muttered, "They already occupied this area!" Indeed, nothing could be heard nearby, though they could still hear shouts, screams, and explosions in the distance, heralding a weakening attack.These eerie quiets are reminiscent of what the rest of Azeroth is like now. "She must persevere." The druid said in a low voice, referring to Ysera, "she must..." "We must pray that Malfurion is now safe and able to help us," Tyrande added.She did not speak clearly because she too was worried about his fate, about her love for him. "Your ambassador lives in the trade area." The veteran reminded them, "I can't understand why she prefers the trade area to the garden. Don't you guys like quiet places?" When the high-ranking priestess did not answer When asked this question, the veteran stroked his beard and changed the subject. "We'd better avoid Church Square. They're still attacking there, and we're likely to be targeted. Also, we have to avoid the canals, because the fog is especially strong there, and when they pour into the city, they're there A lot of people were caught who didn't realize the disaster had happened." Luken said with a painful face: "That means we have to go through the old city." This made Martinleigh laugh wildly. "Foxbrook, there's not much difference anywhere in the city at this juncture." They ran up a stone path that marked the entrance to the dwarven quarters on the north side.From there came the screams of desperate fighting.At least the dwarves are still fighting. The veterans, still vigilant, led them through the passage into the old town.No matter what the guide said, the others found that Lucan was still thinking about the old town.The Old Town is part of Stormwind City, and since it wasn't destroyed during the last heavy blow, it doesn't need to be rebuilt. However, this also means that its maintenance has not attracted much attention, let alone maintenance.It's not as rustic as the rest of the city.Of course, you can see taverns here, as well as army barracks, and you can also find beggars, thieves, and poor people.These streets are much dirtier than the roads they have walked so far, and they are filled with a rotten smell that has nothing to do with the nightmare. The arrival of the nightmare only adds to the rotten atmosphere. "The corpse..." Martin Lei warned. Three people can be seen lying on Luther's side with their limbs stretched out.The arms of the first are curled into fists.His mouth is open.The other two seem to be supporting each other, trying to get up and walk, with their hands on each other's shoulders.The veteran kept the rest at a distance from which the three men could be stabbed. "The first man was dead--battle--he looked just like me--but the other two were asleep like the rest," he said. "Let's go." Apparently, Blore and the others would have been lost if this veteran hadn't led the way.Even Lucan, a cartographer, might not be familiar with this place in Stormwind City.Coupled with the fog, the winding and rugged road made the group even more anxious. They passed through many fallen people, but this time Martin Ray did not stop to examine them.He knew very well that they were all victims, and that it was meaningless whether they were alive or dead now. Blore felt much more relaxed, seeing that they were approaching the entrance to the canal in the trade zone.The fog here was as thick as in the Old City, but there were no signs of attack like around the fortress or cathedral.No one can be sure whether this place has been invaded by nightmares. "We have to pass here quickly." The veteran reminded them. Approaching Tyrande, Blore muttered, "Why does the ambassador live on this side of the city and not on the other side of the garden?" Whistling almost inaudible, the High Priestess replied, "Because it would be too obvious if the people I wanted her to interview secretly were in the Garden District." Seeing Blore's eyes narrowed, Ty Rand added: "There is no threat to Varian or Stormwind at all. Please don't ask me anything now, Blore." He did as she asked, also aware that, as the leader of her people, Tyrande had to carry out these political actions, if not voluntarily, perhaps not even her most trusted aide, Shandris. .It's not just for the night elves' sake, obviously that's extremely important, and it's good for the Alliance as a whole. The trade zone looks like a fortified fortress.Blore should have been as happy as ever, walking the cobbled streets.The bustling scene, people of different races, all walks of life... These all reminded him of the prosperity of Azeroth. However, the current trade zone is as lost as the old city.The fog surrounded shops, wineries, and other buildings like a huge, unkempt cemetery.To make matters worse, there are obviously more people lying on the ground curled up here, as if these residents were simply knocked down in the middle of the transaction. "Are they dead or asleep?" Sola asked suddenly.The orc kept silent on the road and walked quietly.She tried to hide the uneasiness in her tone.Although these people lying down are not dangerous to a well-trained warrior. "No time to check or pay attention," Martin Ray replied.He pointed to the shadowy building on the right and said, "That's the house over there." They got there - a hotel - and found no danger.Blore and Tyrande exchanged concerned glances.So far, they've been lucky. "You'd better move quickly." The veteran suggested looking at the silent road.Those fighting voices have become dumb and quiet, it seems that the last defense of Stormwind City has also failed. "I will find that house," said Tyrande. "Then I'll follow you to look for it." Blore insisted, "Otherwise, my druid brothers, and myself, will not forgive me for letting you look for it alone." Sola muttered: "Then I'll wait for you here, there is an ax here ready to kill the enemy." "Then I'll stay here too." Luken looked at the veteran and the orc, standing between them and said.Martin Ray handed him a dagger. "We'll be back soon," the High Priestess promised.In fact, the three of them could not function as defenders at all there, but at best they were the best observers. Inside the hotel, there was a dumpy man who looked like a regular customer of the hotel.He was sitting on a stool with his arms dangling to the side, his expression contorted with shock.So much so that the night elves stopped involuntarily. Blore moved closer.The man is muttering something.His brow furrowed suddenly. "We must move forward." Tyrande stepped across the wooden stairs in two steps. Blore took another look at the fat man. For some reason, he had a special interest in this innocent victim.In the end, nothing happened, and the druid followed Tyrande. He came to the upper floor and found that several doors had been opened.Not far ahead, Tyrande pushed open the innermost door. "That's it..." said the High Priestess. But when Blore came up to him, he saw nothing, just an almost empty room with some blooming plants - still bright and well tended - and a bed with Wearing a green wool blanket. "She's gone," said the druid, "Didn't they say she was asleep, just like everyone else?" Tyrande walked into the room without saying a word, and found a wooden wardrobe in the innermost part of the room.She opened one of the doors and it creaked. The High Priestess prayed.The Light of Elune spilled into the room... and ended up in a small, empty corner.Tyrande came to this corner. She grabbed something she couldn't see.When the High Priestess held it up, moonlight focused on the object, making it visible. It is Hearthstone. "It looks a bit old," Blore said. "It was brought over by a survivor from Kim Azshaline(3)." Tyrande said with some disgust, "I should have destroyed it, but, create a new Hearthstone Much harder than changing an old Hearthstone spell." Hearthstone is a slender, oval crystal stone inscribed with blue runes.These runes mainly record the teleportation area and who this hearthstone was given to.With it, they could instantly reach Hearthstone's original location from anywhere... which is Darnassus. "Why does the ambassador have this thing?" Druid asked. "To get out of here, if necessary." "Well, it's very helpful for her, isn't it?" The high priestess didn't say anything, but paid attention to the hearthstone.Originally, it was carved by magical magic, but it was changed by the Moon Goddess who empowered it.She held the hearthstone with both hands and began to pray, hoping that the gods would give her the ability to use it and make her the owner of the hearthstone. "Something's wrong," whispered Blore, looking around. "There's something wrong—" Tyrande didn't pay attention at all, just said: "Hearthstone is resisting the power of the moon god, the ambassador is still alive, no matter where she is...she is still alive." There was a horrific howl from the closet. Tyrande turned her head, but it was too late to avoid being grabbed by a gaunt figure, hiding somewhere, where the light of the moon could not penetrate.She got the High Priestess onto the floor.After the Hearthstone was released, it spun and fell to the floor. The frantic man charged at Blore again.She was wearing the uniform of the Night Elf High Council, which looked tattered, but the pendant hanging from it indicated that she was the missing ambassador. "You can't take my children, devil!" she growled. "You can't take them!" Her eyes caught Blore's attention because they were lightless, invisible, and the ambassador's eyelids were tightly shut. "She's dreaming!" he warned. Just as the druid shouted, the warning sound from the veteran also came.Then there was another scream. Tyrande prayed.The manic woman in front of her was bathed in silvery moonlight overhead.The Ambassador seems to have calmed down— But then a shadow passed her face, her mouth twisted, and she started screaming again. On either side of her, two shadow branches attempted to attack the High Priestess.If it hadn't been for the light of the goddess of the moon shining beside her, they would have rushed to Tyrande long ago.The moonlight grew brighter, and the two shadows flinched. Tyrande broke away from the ambassador, shouting, "Blore! Hearthstone! Pick it up!" He did as she said, but when he handed her the hearthstone, she shook her head and said, "Now you can use it! It should take you to Darnassus!" "Are you asking me to abandon you?" "No! I want you to help us all find Malfurion! Go! I order you!" The druid knew that she had never ordered him in a tyrannical tone.Blore knew what she wanted from him, even though it required him to leave her, and someone else, as painful as it was. "I'll find him! Let's part here!" He held up the Hearthstone, and looked at it intently.Hearthstone started to glow. Shadow Branch began to watch Blore.Blore knew he had to focus on Hearthstone and where he was going. Silver Moonlight devoured the nearest attacker.The two shadows hissed in pain, and finally their twisted bodies disappeared. Then another shadow branch turned to Tyrande, who was rebelling against the poor ambassador.Blore tried to stop Shadow, but Tyrande glared at him and stopped him. Hearthstone is glowing. Blore disappeared from the room— ——and then came to the city of Darnassus. Darnassus was utterly terrified.Blore was thrown up and down in shock.The hearthstone fell from his hand and disappeared before his eyes. At first, the druid thought there was an earthquake in Darnassus.But that was impossible in Teldrassil.Then, using his spell-expanded perspective, he revealed a terrifying truth: Teldrassil itself was attacking the night elves.Their branches are attacking every building.Tall buildings built in the city are shaking as a result of the shaking of the ground.The leaves with small thorns fell on the city's residents, shaving their flesh or leaving long and different scars.Several people have already fallen in that once beautiful place. However, the capital is not without defenders.The Sisterhood of Elune (4) is at the forefront, defending their territory as best they can.Their summoning of the moonlight has prevented, if not stopped, the evil. But every blade of grass under their feet became their enemy, and they became black leaves or shadow branches from those leaves.All that Teldrassil once had was now his own enemy against Broll's brethren. Now, Blore could feel how terrible the damage to the World Tree was.But what is disturbing is that a powerful force is not only feeding Teldrassil, but also replenishing the unclean things on the world tree. The druids are aiding the field.Their spell had extended to the World Tree, in a way he didn't think they could understand. Blore rushed into an entrance that would allow him to get to where the druids were working.He needed to warn them, the sooner the better. But while he was busy running, the leaves took a special interest in him.Blore drew a purple arc with his paw, burning all the leaves before they could touch him.The path immediately became clear and clear.He started taking cat form in order to be more agile. Saw the entrance.Blore flew over without hesitation.Once found, they can help end this terrible battle. The world revolved before him.It's a different feeling from what he experienced with Hearthstone.The druid seemed to feel himself being pushed forward. In fact, after a while, Blore leaped out of the entrance at the bottom of Teldrassil.The giant cat looked around, but not surprisingly, no one was found.These druids are still gathered further ahead. On his strong limbs, Blore sprinted along the roots of Teldrassil, looking for the gathered crowd.How could they not have noticed?he thought so.Fandral and the other archdruids should realize what's going on now— van dal. 布洛尔脑海里浮现着不祥的预感。他想起范达尔与泰达希尔的联系有多么的紧密了。世界之树就像大德鲁伊自己的孩子。范达尔肯定清楚发生了什么事情。 unless-- 一大片的荆棘如同下雨般袭击着这只巨猫。布洛尔被刺得生痛，以至于无法立足，只能蹒跚前行。他感到头昏眼花晕眩不已，而且这阵晕眩不是一般的昏。 这些荆棘有毒。他那经验丰富的头脑快速地分析着这种刺伤带有的毒。 突然，布洛尔感觉到肌肉正在变得松弛萎缩。他的意识正在游离，不能继续向前。布洛尔感觉他正在变回人形，但这并没有缓解他的情况。 一只手突然抓住他的手臂。布洛尔被轻而易举地抬了起来。透过蓝色的眼睛，也可以看到至少有四个德鲁伊向他靠过来，但是看不清他们所有人的面容。 “必须有个人去告诉范达尔。”其中一个人说道，“必须有个人去告诉他我们抓到叛国者了……” Remark: (1)原书中为“绿怪”，根据魔兽世界中的常用的译文更改为更准确的“绿皮”。 (2)原书中为“马丁力”，对比原文以及魔兽世界中已存NPC的信息，更改为更准确的“玛丁雷”，本文之后所出现的“玛丁雷”全部为更改后的译名。 (3)原书中为“金·艾萨拉”，对比原文以及上古之战三部曲的译文后更改为更准确的“金·艾萨琳” (4)原书中为“艾露恩的姐妹”，对比上古之战三部曲的译文以及其他魔兽世界资料中的译名后更改为更准确的“艾露恩姐妹会”