Tyrande Whisperwind knew that the world would never recover.The mighty black dragon Deathwing has forever changed the face of Azeroth in a way that is even more terrifying than the Sundering when the world's only continent was brutally torn apart.The High Priestess had witnessed that astonishing event some ten thousand years ago, but never imagined that she would experience such a terrible disaster again. To those who don't know her race of night elves, Tyrande's night-blue hair that falls over her shoulders looks like she's in her twenties.However, her shining silver eyes are full of wisdom brought by thousands of years of experience.There were very fine lines faintly visible beside the beautiful eyes, but that was more the result of ten thousand years of care and trouble than the result of aging.

Tyrande wandered the lush temple gardens.This place in the central area of ​​Darnassus-although geographically speaking it should be west of the center-is composed of several small islands of various sizes, covered with the most beautiful exotic flowers and plants.The brilliance of the full moon fell on the garden, like a divine favor specially for her.But there was nothing out of the ordinary with Tyrande himself, or anyone else who happened to meet the High Priestess.After all, to those who have seen the majestic appearance of the high priestess, this is just a familiar sight. She had hoped to think better here, to find answers to the burdens on her shoulders.As High Priestess, Tyrande usually meditated silently in the southern temple, seeking guidance and peace from the goddess Elune (also known as the Mother of the Moon).Yet even the serene, moonlit sanctuary of the Sisterhood of Elune—some call it the Heart of Elune—was of no use now.Therefore, she hoped that this quiet garden could be used instead of the temple.

However, although being in the garden can better bathe in the spiritual radiance of the Mother of the Moon than in the temple, the high priestess still has difficulty calming down tonight.Tyrande could not help but worry about the upcoming summit.The time for the assembly was fast approaching, and she and Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage—as mate and co-ruler—had begun to wonder if the summit was worthless after all. The Alliance is facing a regrouped Horde.The seemingly torn Thrall may be willing to keep the peace for the good of both parties, but he is no longer the leader of the Horde.The new warchief, Garrosh, was even more ambitious. He coveted the vast forests of Ashenvale, but he didn't want to live in harmony with it, but to let the warriors cut it down.

Though an Archdruid should be more concerned with the wild world of Azeroth than with politics, Malfurion did everything in his power to keep the Alliance united.But both Tyrande and Malfurion knew that the future of the Alliance did not and must not depend on him.Instead, it should go to someone more focused on that goal.This is also one of the purposes of Tyrande and Malfurion's promotion of this summit, hoping to find out through the conversation whether someone can stand up and lead everyone forward in this new world. Clearly, the rally would be meaningless without the attendance of all coalition members.However, some important figures have not expressed their intention to participate.Without them attending the summit, it is impossible to reach any real consensus.

Tyrande passed some priestesses on her walk, and they all bowed to her.All the priestesses wore silvery-white sleeveless robes, identical to her attire.Tyrande didn't wear any ornaments, nor did she need any ornaments to identify herself as a high priestess.Everyone knows her.She returned the salute with a smile and a nod, but remained engrossed in her own brooding contemplation.In fact, she forgot about the people she met in the blink of an eye. Her thoughts were so full of sordid visions of Deathwing the Destroyer and what he had done that it was almost overwhelming.Her heart beat faster as she thought of the horrific consequences of Deathwing's horrific deeds.This summit must be good, Tyrande thought anxiously, the only chance to keep our world from falling apart.If nothing is achieved, there is no hope of another meeting.It will be too late for anyone...

But they haven't received any replies from the three important members of the alliance, including Stormwind City... If it's just that Stormwind City doesn't come to the meeting—— Around her, the Light of Elune suddenly became blinding. The Temple Gardens are gone. Tyrande Whisperwind stumbled, steadied herself, and then her eyes widened.A new scene around him came into view, this was not any place in the night elves capital Darnassus at all.At this moment, she was standing in a remote place apparently on the continent of Kalimdor.In the blink of an eye, Tyrande was teleported hundreds of miles away.

What is even more shocking is that she is clearly on the battlefield.Tyrande was familiar with the stench of mass murder, and the black bumps here and there that were corpses in size and shape - mutilated corpses. The pristine wilderness has clearly suffered from previous battles - only a few broken tree trunks indicate that this was once a forest.The priestess tried to calm herself down, and she soon found that she had an impression of this place at this moment.But he couldn't tell whether it was from his own memory or Elune's magic. She was in the midst of Azeroth's first fierce confrontation with the Burning Legion... the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago.At the height of that war, the world was shattered, and the night elf capital of Zin-Azshari sank beneath the waters of the Well of Eternity, the source of her people's power.The Burning Legion seeks to destroy all life on Azeroth, and they are only a stone's throw away from their heinous goal.Ironically, they were assisted by the night elves' own queen.

The demon warriors swarmed forward, and the fierce hellfire took the lead.These gigantic constructs were followed by felguards, burly warriors clad in armor, and felhounds, monstrous monsters with fangs and claws.And among their huge numbers are mixed with other demons.This evil army swept across the land, but it was completely different from the history that the night elves remembered.Wherever the demons reached, everything was burned by the green flames surrounding the monsters. Tyrande seeks out memories of the resisters who should have been there, her people and the strange allies who have gathered to stop the demons from destroying Azeroth.But there was no sign of them anywhere.No one can stop this army of destruction.This land, this world, has come to an end...

However, at this moment, an angry howl shook the world.The High Priestess felt that she had hope again.Tyrande thought he knew the voice because it moved his soul. The demons couldn't help but tremble, though only for a moment.They were all in one, let out a huge roar, and then continued to rush forward. A giant shadow shot out from the opposite horizon.Tyrande then looked at the figure's owner. The demigod of the wolf is huge, majestic and majestic, his whole body is pure white, almost as if it is about to emit light, standing in front of the formation like a stand out from the flock.The giant beast let out another roar, and this time, countless other roars echoed behind him.

"Goldrinn..." Tyrande read softly. Since its days when it was reshaped by the mysterious Titans, Azeroth has been defended by beings with a paranormal connection to the world.The dragons were blessed by the titans, and Azeroth itself gave birth to spirits and demigods who were born immortal but not immortal.But before the War of the Ancients, these defenders had never faced such a threat as the Burning Legion.Countless dragons perished, and many spirits and demigods fell in the final battle. Goldrinn is one of them. However, the bloody scene in front of her was not the real history.Tyrande finally understood that, despite her instincts, she worried not only for her own world, but also for this giant wolf who wanted to defend it again.Elune had chosen this crucial scene to teach her something, but the High Priestess had no idea why.Was she going to watch Goldrinn die again?

Several demons approached the giant wolf, and he howled defiantly at them.But just as the attackers rushed towards him, there was another roar, and a large group of mortal wolves jumped out of the open space behind Goldrinn.The pack of wolves swept in like a tide, and these hunters with shiny fur had already selected their targets.Although they are not as tall as most demons in size, they charge at their enemies with unmatched ferocity and determination. The two armies clashed with a bang.The demons are equipped with swords, axes, fangs and claws and other weapons, and they are more proficient in using them.At first glance, the wolves have only minions, but their agility and speed are unparalleled.They rush left and right among the vicious enemies, and whenever there is a gap, they will rush to bite and scratch. Goldrinn stood at the head of the line.The giant wolf held a demon guard in its mouth and bit it down violently. Green magic flames gushed out, and fragments of stumps fell down.Meanwhile, Goldrinn's claws tore another foe to pieces. A demon had just cut a wolf in half with an axe, when he was thrown to the ground by two wolves.They tore off the demon's arms, then bit his throat open.However, more demons rushed up and completely submerged the two wild wolves. Tyrande tried desperately to join the fight but couldn't move.She could only watch more wild wolves die unexpectedly. Although they seemed to have wiped out more enemies, this did not relieve her worry and pity for the wolves in the slightest. More and more demons noticed Goldrinn, apparently realizing that it was he who commanded the wolves.The demons wanted to chop off his legs, drag him to the ground and slit his throat.However, Goldrinn swung his claws away from the nearby demons, and slammed them into a ball with his companions.The giant wolf's bloody mouth bit the demons one by one.Some demons were crushed by his bite like the first; others were flung limb from limb.Goldrinn galloped through the ranks of the Burning Legion, his fanatical wolves at his side. The corpses of wolves and the remnants of demons have spread all over the battlefield, and the numbers of both sides seem to have not decreased at all.Another wolf was hacked to a pulp, and more demons charged at Goldrinn.However, the giant wolf was not afraid at all, and continued to claw and bite the enemies one by one. The corpses of the demons were piled up three or four stories high in many places. Mother of the Moon, why did you show me this scene?!? The high priestess tried her best to rush over to help Goldrinn, but she still couldn't do anything except watch.Either allow me to join the fight, or please tell me the purpose of this endless carnage! Yet the battle continued, and the truth was not revealed.To make matters worse, things suddenly turned against Goldrinn. It is difficult for the giant wolf, which is surrounded by enemies, to resist the attacks of all enemies at the same time.Goldrinn was struck repeatedly by the demons, and more and more wounds finally began to take effect on the ancient demigod. A hellguard climbed on the white wolf's back.With piercing green eyes, the murderous warrior thrust his weapon high into the white wolf's spine. "No!" screamed Tyrande, realizing what was about to happen.She was familiar with the horrific event, but never the details. Goldrinn let out a howl of pain and fell to his knees.And more demons rushed towards him. Suddenly, a dark brown wild wolf leaped from the melee to the right of the ancient demigod.Although this height should have exceeded the limit of its ability, the little wolf not only jumped on Goldrinn's back, but also headed straight for the demon that had severely injured him. As the wolf charged closer, the felguard turned and slashed at the new foe.However, the strong wild wolf rushed over from under the sharp axe, tore open the demon guard's legs and knocked down the tall enemy. The demon fell on Goldrinn's back, the weapon flying aside.The demon guard wanted to stand up, but the wolf had already pounced on him. The wolf tore open the demon's throat with one ferocious bite. The demon's body slid to the ground, and the little wolf howled sharply.It glanced down, then jumped down.The leap was not indiscriminate, it landed on another daemon attacking Goldrinn, ripping open his chest. Led by the little wolf, other members of the wolf pack also began to bite the demons who wanted to destroy Goldrinn.The Burning Legion was eventually forced to abandon its attack on the wolf demigod, and even began to retreat. But it was too late for Goldrinn.The ancient demigod stood up with difficulty, still holding a demon in his mouth.He gnawed away the armor and sinews of his enemies, and spat out the broken limbs.But those wounds flared up again.The ancient demigod crashed down, crushing several enemies to death, and remained motionless again. As happened ten thousand years ago, Goldrinn died again. The dark brown wolf, however, seemed undaunted by the terrible loss, and charged ahead over Goldrinn's body.More and more packs of wolves joined him and began to avenge their patron saint. One by one, the demon warriors were killed by the minions of the dark brown wolf.He howled through the crowd, his voice as loud as Goldrinn.His size also seemed to be getting bigger, more than twice the size of other wild wolves. So the Burning Legion started targeting him, but it only encouraged the brown wolf.He fought bravely against the attacking demons, leaving corpses everywhere in his path.Since most of the demons were much taller than him, the brown wolf simply jumped up and reared up to bite their arms and even their bent heads.His front claws swung like sharp knives, tearing through the armor and flesh of his enemies. Tyrande, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but gasped.The more she looked at the heroic brown wolf, the more she felt that he had grown two legs instead of the original four.The claws on his front palm were tightly together, as if they were born together, and they continued to lengthen with each slash. This was very different from what the high priestess had heard happened in that battle, and Tyrande immediately realized that the illusion had quietly changed from history to something else.This was what Elune really wanted her to see...though the implications remained a mystery to the night elves. Suddenly, the wolf's claws turned into a real giant sword, and the brown wolf had completely taken human form... It was a heavily armored warrior whose face was barely visible from the position of the high priestess. distinct.The wolves followed close behind him, and the warrior continued to charge at the demon of the Burning Legion, his sword slashing endlessly. New visions followed, but this time, shocking changes appeared among the demons.Their shapes changed, taking on an equally familiar but more present foe to Tyrande: the orcs. This change came so quickly that neither the warring parties seemed to be aware of it.The wolves continued to bite the orcs as if they were the enemy. After knocking down another enemy, the shadowy warrior raised his giant sword and let out a triumphant cry, still with a bit of wolf howling in his voice.The wolves swarmed forward again, but now they stood on their hind legs, and their front paws became hands for axes, hammers, and other weapons.Like their leader, they took human form, although they looked more sinister than the leader himself. The orcs were in disarray.Their numbers are gradually decreasing.The leading human warrior gave another shout of confidence.And from behind the battle line, a wolf howl echoed, and the high-ranking priestess knew that was the direction where the ancient wolf demigod fell.Tyrande turned to look...but saw Goldrinn on both sides.One was the carcass of the dead animal; the other was a radiant translucent spirit, howling triumphantly again. However, even though the wolf soul is as misty as mist, there still seems to be something inside, which looks more like an entity, and it is quite familiar—— Startled, the High Priestess realized she was watching the shadowy leader... even though he was supposed to be on the front lines of the battle.Tyrande blinked, then realized that what he was looking at was the front line of the battle.The two places suddenly overlapped.Goldrinn's ghostly face hovered above the wolf warrior, who seemed to grow even taller. An orc swung two battle axes at the warrior of the wolf god.The warrior parried the first ax and quickly blocked the second.Then, the sword in his hand moved like the wind, and a sword pierced deeply into the orc's chest from the gap between the two battle axes. When the wolf god warrior drew his weapon, blood spurted from the open wound.The orc staggered back, eyes wide and blank, the ax thumping from twitching fingers. The burly orc fell to his knees trembling all over, blood gushing from his mouth, dripping down his chin and tusks. The warrior took a step back. The orc fell forward, face down, and died at the feet of his killer.And his surviving compatriots did the same. The battle is over. Goldrinn's ghost howled again, completely merging with the warrior.At this moment, the wolf god warrior standing in the shadows turned to look at Tyrande.His face is finally discernible... Just then, the High Priestess returned to the temple garden. Tyrande staggered slightly, then quickly recovered.It may be a coincidence that there is no one around, or it may be Elune's deliberate arrangement.Tyrande even suspected that time never passed in the real world. The High Priestess has no complaints about being suddenly thrown into visions.Elune obviously had something urgent to convey to her and couldn't wait for a moment.Knowing exactly what was happening, Tyrande was grateful for it, but still a little confused. The high priestess noticed that someone was walking towards her, so she straightened her silver robes and met the eyes of one of General Shandris Feathermoon's lieutenants.But seeing that her face was slightly flushed, it seemed that she had just been running for a long time. The female sentinel's body, forearms and legs are covered with light armor, and she wears a weapon that night elves like to use - the three-edged moon sword.She knelt before Tyrande with great respect, not only because the high priestesses were their leaders, but also because General Feathermoon was Tyrande's adopted daughter. The night elf lowered his head and reported, "General, this is the news you are looking forward to, High Priestess." The sentinel handed over a small piece of parchment bearing Shandris' personal seal.Tyrande received the letter and dismissed the adjutant, broke the sealing wax and began to read.Brief summary of the message, in the general's style. It is believed that the King of Stormwind will be present at the summit. All that remains is Shandris's signature.This message is significant, because if Stormwind also participates in this gathering, those who are still waiting will send notifications to attend the meeting soon.The High Priestess and Malfurion had been hoping that Stormwind would agree to attend, though they had since worried that its rulers would think the kingdom's future would be brighter without these troublesome neighbors. But more significant to the high priestess was the timing of the message.She knew that Shandris herself had only been notified a few minutes before, and that General Feathermoon would always communicate with her beloved master and foster mother as soon as possible.Apparently, Elune's vision was deliberately in sync with the arrival of this letter. "So Varian will come..." Tyrande whispered. "That makes sense. I should have thought of it." The previous illusion became clearer in my mind.The night elf had only caught a glimpse of the face, but she was sure that the shadowy warrior of the Wolf God looked exactly like Varian Wrynn, King of Stormwind.Naturally, the Mother of the Moon is all-knowing and omnipotent, but she must have sent divine revelation to the high priestess because this illusion can really come in handy. "Varian Wrynn," she repeated the name, recalling more of the king's troubled past.He was a slave, a gladiator, a man who couldn't remember who he really was.He lost his kingdom, only to fight to get it back, against the daughter of Deathwing in human form. During that terrible time, Varian was forced to fight to the death in the arena almost every day to please the crowd.Having lost his real name, he was given another name by the audience, a name with special meaning. He was - and still is - called by many - Larakesh. Rakesh...an alias of the ghost wolf Goldrinn. Two cloaked travelers came ashore from the canoe.Their faces were hidden in shadow, but from their stature and their long ears protruding from their hoods, they were night elves like most of Rut'theran's inhabitants. The port town is rather humble by night elf standards, but it looks extraordinarily prosperous because all the buildings are brand new.In fact, this is the second town to bear that name, the previous one being destroyed by a tsunami during the Cataclysm.In addition to the three piers, another special feature of this place is the hippogryph breeding area.Night elves use these flying beasts as aerial mounts, where they carefully tend their eggs and feed their young. And what the pair of travelers have been staring at for a long time is the most eye-catching symbol on the island.In fact, they've seen it when they're miles away on the continent...everyone in the area. The island was called Teldrassil, but that was nothing more than that.The island is just an extension of Teldrassil itself... the giant tree soars into the sky, taking up most of the island.Its branches are so large that it dwarfs even some kingdoms.The dense canopy is big enough to house an entire society—and it actually is. Yes, Teldrassil is the second World Tree.Although the first World Tree, ancient Nordrassil, still survives, it has yet to recover from the devastation of the Third War—another war against the Burning Legion—a few years ago.Nordrassil provided the night elves with immortality, health, protection from misuse of the Well of Eternity's power, and a connection to the Emerald Dream, but this second World Tree was nothing more than a new home.Even so, Teldrassil was already in trouble.The evil Nightmare Lord has corrupted the World Tree using Archdruid Fandral Staghelm as a puppet.This corruption also affected the vegetation and animals on Teldrassil, until recently the giant tree was cleansed. But despite the majesty of the giant tree, the newcomers didn't seem to notice it at all.The taller of them—a male elf with long silver hair peeking out from under a hood—pauses to look at the adult hippogryphs with interest.The other person is more slender, obviously a woman.Coughing violently, she swayed against her traveling companion.The man immediately turned his attention away from those bird creatures, and hugged her tightly. "The portal," he whispered. "It's not far away, and it's faster. Hold on...we're almost there. Don't... hold on!" The woman's hood rose and fell rapidly. "I will...do my best...husband..." Her answer was extremely weak, and the man's stiff posture revealed that he was worried about his partner.He led her forward cautiously, looking for something that he undoubtedly recognized immediately, though he had never seen it before. A sentinel officer noticed the travelers.She looked at the cloaks wrapped around the two of them, could not help but frown, and walked towards them with the moon blade in hand. "You two are welcome," she began. "Where do you come from?" The man looked at her, revealing his face under the hood for a moment. The sentinel's voice suddenly became quieter, and she blushed in surprise. "you……" Without saying a word, the man led his female companion past the stunned officer.At this time, what he had been looking for appeared among the buildings and people. "The portal..." he muttered. A stone path followed a gentle slope toward Teldrassil.At the base of the giant tree stands a tall portal, from which radiates a huge glowing sign written in Darnassian.However, the height of this magical passage pales in comparison to Teldrassil's huge, sinuous roots. This portal leads directly to the city far above.On the surface, only two sentries were guarding here, but the man knew that there were more soldiers hiding nearby.Additionally, there are more security measures in and around the portal. But he walked toward the portal without flinching.The sentries eyed him suspiciously. The voice of the previous officer came from behind the travelers. "Let them go." The guards did not question the order.The man wasted no time turning around to thank the officer.All he cared about was bringing his girlfriend to Darnassus...to get help. "Watch your step," he whispered in her ear. She nodded.They have successfully reached the portal.His hopes were rekindled.almost there! She suddenly coughed so violently that she broke free from his arm.She fell to her knees, her face almost touching the ground under the hood. The ground was stained red with a small pool of blood. "do not……" She gripped his hand with a sudden, terrifying force. "Husband—" She fell into his arms. The guards wanted to come and help, but he couldn't wait.They might also advise him to wait here so he can check on her health.But to the anxious man, every extra second means disaster... loss... His only hope is to find the High Priestess. The man picked up his fallen partner and rushed into the portal.