Chapter 23 Chapter 22 The Unholy

The victims of Stormwind are coming towards them.Lucan, Sora and the veteran were surrounded by these people who had lost their original appearance and were in their sleep.Everyone was screaming some horrible truth, and somehow they were blaming these three for everything that happened in the nightmare.To make matters worse, they were rightly walking towards the group of defenders with their eyes closed. "What should we do?" Luken asked. "We fight them!" cried the orc, already raising his axe. "Either we beat them or they tear us three to pieces, fool!" "But they are innocent!" Martin Ray reproached. "Would you do this if they were your people?"

"Yes...because it has to be done." When she said that, it was clear from the soldier's expression that he understood her logic.Still, he shook his head at the thought. "Foxbrood, take her and see what happened to the night elves?" Martin Ray finally ordered. "But this will leave you here alone..." The two men looked at each other for a while.Finally Lucan understood.Martin Ray wanted to separate these innocent victims from Sola and not let them stay together.If she wins in the end, it will surely deal a heavy blow to these victims.The old soldier just hoped that a miracle would happen with the efforts of Tyrande and Blore.

"Go!" the cartographer ordered the orc.She was surprised to hear his commanding tone.Sora reluctantly followed.At this time, Martinley could only swing his sword in the narrowing gap between him and these sleeping citizens. But soon, they rushed in, and a chunky man was swinging an ax and facing Lucan. "This is my land!" growled the man, "I won't let you burn it." If it wasn't for Sora, the ax must have been driven into Lucan's chest, and she blocked it with her weapon.At this moment, the sleeper turned to face her, his eyes closed, looking a little confused.But his angry expression was very intimidating.

He swept towards the orc's body.She avoided reality, and then attacked. "No!" But Luken couldn't stop her anymore. Her mighty ax had drawn a trail of blood across the man's chest.The weapon in his hand fell and he fell to the ground. The cartographer said angrily, "He's not conscious at all!" Sora didn't seem to feel the slightest bit of joy about what she had done, and she asked back, "Then what are you going to do?" Luke couldn't answer.At this time, there were sounds of struggling and fighting from above, and there were even louder screams.So the two ran upstairs.

They spotted Tyrande upstairs, wrestling with a demented figure who could only be the night elf ambassador.Luken immediately ran over to help the high priestess, but was blocked by a shadow. "Go to her side!" Sola snarled, pushing Luken away.Although the orc's ax missed the shadow, she managed to scare the nearest one away. The situation became clear.Lucan joins Tyrande.He grabbed the mad woman's arm, allowing Tyrande to concentrate better. The high priestess then touched the sleepwalker's chest with her hand.A faint, shining silver light covered the flesh. At this moment, the sleepwalker gasped softly and collapsed into their arms.Lucan and Tyrande gently helped her to lie down.

At this moment, the orc was hacking with an axe.Finally her ax struck the shadow.Then the shadow hissed and disappeared. After a moment of calm, the same thing happened again.The screaming grew louder and more horrific, more menacing.One of them immediately stood at the entrance of the second floor, and the other two followed closely behind. "It's Martin Ray's voice!" Luken shouted.He tried to rush to the window, but Tyrande pulled him back. "It's too late, it's useless to him." The high priestess said looking into Luken's eyes. "It's too late. But there is hope for Azeroth and us, if only you can get us out of here."

Luken nodded and said, "I don't know if it will take us to the green dragon again." "Iranikos is not the problem ... In fact, Eranikus' own problems have not been solved." Luke concentrated.Tyrande reached out to Sora, and Sora took her hand. The world turns an emerald hue. Then it becomes a darker color.These frantic shouts stimulated their ears.And the ground was covered with a similar, loathsome mist, in which shadows and strange shapes moved.What confused each of them, made them increasingly worried and disoriented, and made it clear to them that they were getting further and further away from Azeroth.

They returned to the nightmare. "No!" Luken yelled, "Let me—" A powerful, skeletal shadow reached out to them.Although in the darkness, its outline is still clearly visible. Welcome... a fearful voice reached their heads.In particular, welcome, Tyrande Whisperwind... The High Priestess turned her head to look, her face pale as death.Even the orcs trembled at the night elf's refusal. "No..." Tyrande shook his head and shouted, "No..." Yes... oh yes... the voice replied. "Think about it, Fandral, think about it seriously!" Malfurion cried. "Is this what you want? Did you build Teldrassil just to destroy your people?"

"I did not destroy my brethren, I saved my people from the ravages of you and other traitors!" As he said this, he laid his head on the shadow in which he trusted.The mad archdruid nodded to Malfurion and said, "You oppose the rebirth of Teldrassil! You know it will restore our glory, make us immortal, and bring back everything that was stripped away. into our hands!" Malfurion dodged the blooming flowers before him.It was a black lily, shedding white pollen.But as long as any plant is stained with unclean things by nightmares, it is bound to be a threat! The pollen fell on where Malfurion stood, burning and withering in an instant.

Suddenly he felt a stabbing pain in his left hand.A grain of pollen landed on his thumb.This made Malfurion grit his teeth in pain.If thousands of them fell on him... Suddenly he felt a pressure in his chest.Malfurion fell to his knees.The pressure was so high that he couldn't breathe. The archdruid quickly searched his body for what had attacked him.He was careless. Pollen has become an attack tool, and it is dangerous.By the time Malfurion realized that Fandral had used a more cunning attack, it was too late.By the time Malfurion concentrated on avoiding the lilies, he had inhaled the tainted plant spores.They had entered his lungs.

Malfurion forced the spores out of his body with force.But he cannot continue a simple and gradual process like he did in the den.After all, Malfurion was running out of time, and he forced all the spores out of his body, and these forced spores scattered in the air in a cloud of gas. If the night elf hadn't sent those invisible spores flying towards his opponent, Fandral might have attacked him long ago.Fandral gestured, and the wind dispersed the spores, keeping them from approaching him. Although Malfurion had saved himself, he knew that every second of his fight with Fandral would only benefit the Nightmare Lord.Fandral's madness was draining Malfurion. unless…… He stretched out his palm to the sky, and Malfurion concentrated on thinking. The surrounding environment temporarily returned to calm.Trees and plants also become calm.Malfurion smiled grimly.The evil unclean thing may have polluted Teldrassil.But that doesn't mean all of Teldrassil has been infested with unclean things.Malfurion summoned creatures that were not corrupted at all, and remembered them all. But a moment later, the terror fell again.Fandral stood with his arms outstretched, shadows looming at his feet. "I won't allow you to take away the son you took again!" he cried. Malfurion ignored Fandral's incoherent speech.He focused again on exploring the parts of Teldrassil that hadn't been corrupted.Apparently, more parts were infected by the unclean than the uninfected.But, at least for the moment, he found those parts that were not polluted. He can now order them to do what he wants. This is no longer the pure disciple who deserves his respect. He tried his best to spread the spell to every corner of Darnassus, and those struggling screams and shouts were becoming less and less. He realized that, His plan is working as intended. His body, his soul, ached.Malfurion was fighting not one enemy, but two.In a far-reaching corner of the World Tree, a place that was invaded by the Nightmare King.He had to find that place and fight the unholy thing, but what he had done now made him unable to deal with Fandral. He became more and more tense.Malfurion felt his power ebbing.This was not because Fandral was growing powerful, but because Malfurion wanted to protect his subjects at the same time. It's about to happen!They will understand!he thought. Then he sensed the presence of other people in the immediate area, feeling hope as well as worry.How they react can make or break the battle. Van Dahl cut back on his offense.Just kept Malfurion on edge.Malfurion discovered this, while it in turn stopped the spells with her hand. Malfurion was attacked for another brief moment, and then Fandral began to follow his example.Now is not the time for who is more of an aggressor, they need to be judged. The other arch druids and druids gathered around them, most of them looked vigilant and hesitant.Malfurion looked at none of them, and let them enter his soul.He had nothing to hide, unlike Fandral. And one thing Fandral was hiding was that the shadow he believed to be Valastan had returned to him.Another Archdruid stood before his kin, smiling reverently, as if she were the one who finally called the others together.But the accusations seemed to be attached to two unlikely people - or three, as Malfurion saw it - who were in dispute. Fandral could do nothing but watch him from behind.Hamuul Runetotem and Shandris Feathermoon are no longer his prisoners. Malfurion's attack has touched on more subtle aspects.In addition to fighting his Archdruid counterpart, Malfurion used the breaks in the fight to control the vines that held the three men. Malfurion tried to revive Naralex, but the male night elf remained unconscious.He placed Naralex under Hamuul's care and escorted them to the entrance, Fandral's madness keeping him from noticing what the night elves were doing. Malfurion had succeeded, but he still had the problem that he wasn't sure if the two would help him—or Fandral.Someone in this group obviously chose the latter, because he roared at several archdruids.He wondered why Blore Bearskin had been brought here, but no one responded to his waiting. "Great!" Fandral said to the newcomers, "The traitors are surrounded, great job!" "They say you are the traitor, Fandral interrupt!" one of the druids said cautiously. Blore walked over to the speaker. "Yes, he is a traitor. Although I finally found out that he was forcing you to feed the thing that polluted Teldrassil, not to heal the world tree!" Then he explained to Malfurion: "When I warned They were caught by a group of people! Fortunately, before they did anything, Hamuul and Shandris rushed over and explained some reasons to them..." "We just did what we thought was right!" retorted Druid. Shandris Feather turned to face them, but then looked at Malfurion again.Hamuul Runetotem also joined the ranks of the night elves. He nodded to her and said to the sniping crowd: "You know me. Most of you are trained by me. Look at yourselves to see if you still believe what I say." "He's been tempted by the nightmare!" Fandral interjected. "Do you know how long he has been missing! Our archdruid was once great, but now he is the messenger of darkness! We must be careful what he says!" "Then why should they listen to you, Fandral?" Blore shouted. "You promised us that Teldrassil would keep our people alive. Now, all they need to do is use their feelings to Judge what happened, please!" Malfurion looked at Blore, agreeing with what he had said. "You always underestimate yourself. You know what's lurking inside the World Tree, Blore." He turned to the tauren again, and asked, "And you, Hamuul..." "I can feel it, but I have never believed it, Malfurion Stormrage. I followed Naralex here, and he felt the same way I did. We found out that the general is also looking for the truth..." "Nalarex?" Malfurion looked around, but there was no sign of the night elf. "He's clearly still unconscious," the tauren explained painfully. "He's the worst wounded of us. I've done everything I can...but he needs more help now... " Many people in the gathered people became excited and felt quite sad about this incident.Naralex is a very influential and beloved Archdruid.They watched Fandral with a new understanding of him...and panic and dismay. Fandral looked defiant, looking defiantly at those in the crowd who seemed to be fighting him. "Nalarex is also a traitor! I have no choice but to do him! They are all traitors!" His arrogant and arrogant tone only intensified the anger.Several druids joined Blore, and others sided with Malfurion.Malfurion stepped to the forefront, determined to take responsibility for everything Fandral did. "How many more do you want to sacrifice?" Malfurion asked. "Everything in Azeroth has collapsed, Fandral!" He explained to the assembled druids, "When he let you here Gather, when you say you want to heal the World Tree, other parts of the world are being attacked. Feel the pain of Azeroth yourself..." They all did as he said.Almost at the same time, several druids began to gasp in fear. "Moonglade!" blurted one. "Even Moonglade is under attack! But where is Remulos? Surely he won't turn his back?" It was a good question, and its answer troubled and worried Malfurion.He knew that the other Archdruids who were not under his command were not strong enough to defeat Remulos in terms of strength or wit. "Okay, Fandral. Where's Remulos?" "He is also a traitor! He must be locked up until he sees the truth!" The mad archdruid pointed at everyone standing in front of him and said, "Each of you will also see the truth !" After removing the disguise, Fandral made some gestures.Many druids suddenly clutched their chests. A long vine suddenly sprang out from the druids, shaking back and forth like a vicious snake.Other evil vines grew from more places, on their hands, arms, and everywhere. "I'm ready for the betrayal of each of you." Fandral explained without blinking. "In another way...to make you forever loyal to Teldrassil and everything in it!" There are more and more victims.Malfurion took immediate action, searching for the seeds of evil growing in Fandral's heart, trying to prevent them from growing.He could only think that they might be infested with spores, just like the spores that were infesting him.Fandral attempted to kill every druid for his own purposes. But not everyone has fallen victim to the evil vines.In fact, it was the druids who chose to join Fandral, those who became his followers.To Malfurion's grief, they were already tainted.But he has no time to wonder why those people would choose such a path.What needs to be done now is how to rescue these suffering people. However, neither Fandral nor the Nightmare Lord gave him any time.The Unholy in Teldrassil has reappeared.Darnassus was again besieged by more shadows from the tainted black leaves of the World Tree. Malfurion knew that he must deal with Fandral and his master, but that also meant sacrificing his kin.The first druid to grow vines has disappeared, only his torso is still swallowed by the explosive growth of parasitic vines. There was only one hope, another with power...if he could believe it. "Blore! Look at me! You have to do something!" "It's no use at all!" cried Blore in pain, pointing to his huge antlers. "I'm not like you, I'm not an Archdruid!" "You are!" Malfurion insisted, the tension in his voice becoming more apparent. "Imagine you are connected to Azeroth! You can stop it! Otherwise, would you like to see them all die in agony and horror?" It was a cruel question, and Malfurion wished he hadn't asked it himself, but he could no longer keep silent.The rest of the night elves -- the rest of Azeroth -- have no time left for druids. Malfurion focused on Fandral.As he gazed, he saw the shadow standing behind him and becoming part of the mad archdruid.It commands Fandral's mind for its true master. Malfurion knew what he had to do, dangerous as it seemed. Malfurion attacked Fandral in cat form.Fandral fought back, pulling out a handful of small thorns from a pouch and hurling them at the giant cat. Malfurion stepped back and threw another spell.For most druids, even with Malfurion's abilities, the odds of winning are slim to none.However, Malfurion was the first druid trained by the demigod Cenarius.He has learned various techniques from fighting to prevent the invasion of the Burning Legion, and has mastered these techniques for tens of thousands of years. A great storm stopped the thorns, then hurled them at Fandral, who then cast a spell.The vines that bound Hamuul and Shandris Feathermoon dropped tens of thousands of sticky sap on the thorns, and the spikes laced with deadly liquid were thrown at Malfurion. "Your attack is useless—" Fandral began to lose his temper. Flame shining like stars - Malfurion's real attack hit the shadow creature behind Fandral. The dark shadow twisted as if consumed by fire.He sighed and screamed.Many burning shadows disappeared with the wind. "Varastan!" Fandral grabbed the shadow heartbroken.He tried to extinguish the flames.Even at this time, what the archdruid caught was only the shadow that belonged to the nightmare, not his dead child. A hand touched Fandral.Before he could react, Malfurion punched him hard in the jaw.This is the slightest offense he can use against other druids. Fandral fell to the ground. The shadow will burn out.Like Fandral before him, Malfurion caught the remaining shadows.These fires burned him too, but he knew how to ease the pain.He took the initiative to connect with the shadow, and it was a moment of life and death. It was too late to act, and he thrust a hand into the shadow.Immediately, a terrifying chill surrounded her soul.Then he let his mind sneak into the shadows. He felt the fear, the fear that had been inside him since he was first captured by the Nightmare Lord. Then, he found the source of the shadow. The last shadow was burned, and then the fire died out.Malfurion took a breath, and he regained his balance.He turned to Fandral.Fandral's eyes were wide open, but empty, unable to see anything.The disappearance of his "son" had shocked her too much. Malfurion turned to Blore again.Blore Bearhide stood among the wounded druids, his hands above his heads, gathering the energy of Azeroth.His formerly silver eyes shone brightly now, as if they were about to become Malfurion's golden eyes.Waves of energy are extending from his hands to every druid. Two battered bodies lay on the ground—the first victims of what Fandral had done—but the other druids were unharmed(1).Hamuul Runetotem stood by Broll, giving him all the help he needed, though most of the effort was done by the night elves (2). "You have become the role you were destined to play." (3) Malfurion was relieved and proud of it. Later, he discovers that Shandris Feathermoon is missing.Malfurion knew her well, and he figured she must be commanding the defenders of Darnassus. Malfurion walked away.Transformed into a giant cat again, he leaped from the besieged territory to the center of Nassus.Around him, he found the struggle still going on.Even without Fandral, Darnassus is still in dire straits. He ran into a jungle outside the capital.Suddenly, the surrounding tree trunks and leaves tried to block his way.Malfurion dodged them as nimbly as he could, poking them away with his claws, or biting them away with his teeth if that didn't work.His thick fur kept his body safe from harm, but by the time he reached the depths of Teldrassil's canopy, he had more than one bloody slash on his body. Suddenly, something savage and gigantic emerged from the woods, so large was the foe that the archdruid barely noticed him.Malfurion kept dodging, and finally used the gap between the attacks to bypass him. The corrupted defender of the forest tried to give chase, but Malfurion failed.The cat, appearing more agile and alert, threw him far away. The canopy of the World Tree grew thicker and darker.Small thorns grow all over the place.Not a cat Malfurion's size could walk: he was battered. Just when he felt close to his destination, a small, furry thing flew up his nose and scratched his eyes.It was a little squirrel, something that dwelt in the trees, but even such a little thing was invaded by unclean things. This little squirrel is an easy foe to throw off with a flick of the head.However, this is not the real danger.Then a branch suddenly extended a dark claw, nearly throwing him off, and he attacked just before other branches in a nearby tree were about to grab the archdruid. A savage howl made the shadows flinch back.A large, shiny claw swung at the shadows, smashing several of them to pieces.Malfurion used her inner feral powers to fend off hidden attackers. They flew around his paws like grass from a harvester.After a while, Malfurion was the only cat left, and the victor let out a mighty howl before leaping the last distance to his destination. He charged towards one of the trunks of the World Tree, though its shape spread across Teldrassil like the branches of other towering trees.However, its color reveals everything.The color of it reminded Malfurion of something else, not a tree, but something unclean or something. Even without touching it, the archdruid could feel how it had been grafted onto Teldrassil.Malfurion was sure it was Fandral's masterpiece, and he also knew that the archdruid had traveled here several times to help the evil trunk grow.It now extends eight feet taller, and its branches each extend three to four feet long, with shade and prickly foliage attached.It also bears pale fruit that looks a bit like a vague skull. Malfurion approached the grafts.The fruits shone brightly, and one of them fell beside the night elf.It fell on the tree trunk, and the impact caused the shell of the fruit to shatter, falling right next to the archdruid.A thick, ivory-colored substance flowed from it.A foul smell flowed out with the object, like a rotting corpse. Malfurion dodged, he knew that this must be a trick of the Nightmare Lord, intending to keep him away from here. Another fruit fell down again.When it fell, the ivory fruit became a myriad of white diplopods, like the heads of fleshless night elves. Malfurion Stormrage... called as they gathered around him, Malfurion Stormrage... time to join us. He recognized the voices.Each one is different, but he knows every voice.There is Lord Ravencrest (4), who was the commander in charge of the night elf forces until his assassination by Queen Azshara.High Priestess Dijana - the predecessor of Tyrande.The evil Varothen - Azshara's favorite servant - and many others. Malfurion... We have been waiting for a long, long time... Come and join our big team... He was staggering, standing there unable to move, the diploda had reached his legs.began to climb up his feet, its skull-jaws splayed wide- The archdruid crouched down and grabbed him, holding him tightly. The diploda wails like a dying night elf.Its corpse-like husk fell off, revealing a beautiful rose in bud. The other worms began to wail, too, and each one became the same thing that Malfurion held. "Let this be their legacy..." he intoned to the graft as roses bloomed everywhere. "Make him proud of those who defended Azeroth... from surrendering their world to ultimate evil..." Teldrassil's canopy swayed as a mighty wind passed over it, and the swaying leaves of hundreds of trees became cries of anger and pain that reached Malfurion's in the ears. Taking advantage of the Nightmare Lord's moment of rage, he transformed into another form.This time he turned into a big bear.Malfurion seized these grafts and tore them apart with his immense strength, even tearing apart the "roots" that went deep down. The World Tree shook.The trees above it were set free.Malfurion, the giant bear, grabbed the ground hard to avoid the impact when this great change happened.What he hopes now is that those people in Darnassus can protect themselves to avoid injury. The shaking is subsiding.The druid immediately felt the extent of the danger with his mind, and was shocked at the same time.Although this shaking time was very short, it was enough to destroy all the forests in Teldrassil.Those mighty oaks were split in two.Much of the canopy is turned into useless hazardous waste. Darnassus must be abandoned.The Archdruid decides.Before knowing how much harm it is to the World Tree itself, everyone is in front of disaster. While Malfurion was thinking, a large piece of destroyed trees suddenly couldn't support their own weight and fell down.What followed was a thunderous sound, all the branches on the tree were split open, and incalculable sawdust and dust fell down. Even the Yggdrasil carries with it great pain.The archdruid looked at the lonely tree trunk he had split.It was already pale, and now, was dripping something.It was a very viscous substance, a fairly dense sap, but no color was visible.In fact, Malfurion's bear-like consciousness made him pick it up and smell it, which made him feel unbelievably manic. This is the source of the uncleanness spreading across Teldrassil.Malfurion let out a bestial growl.He knew where the trees were... and where he came from. It is blood.It was viscous, but it was fresh, like blood that had flowed from him or any other night elf. Blood... blood that flowed from the tree. The druid reverted back to his old self, as the fact shocked him.There is only one such tree.Malfurion himself gave shape to the tree ten thousand years ago.He slayed a demon and turned him into a harmless tree, apparently mutated afterwards. This trunk is from the tree, who formed the shadow of the nightmare. This tree was once the chief advisor to the evil Azshara. His name was like poison on Malfurion's mouth. "Havis..." Remark: (1) There is no such sentence in the original book. After comparing it with the original text, it was determined to be a missing translation, so I made up the sloppy translation that I completed myself. Please read it with care. (2) "However, most of the effort was done by the night elves" is the same as (1). (3) "You have become the role you were destined to play" is the same as (1) (4) The original book was "King Ravencrest". After comparing the original text, it was determined to be a wrong translation and has been changed to a more accurate "Lord Ravencrest".