Chapter 13 Section ten

A clear spring flows through the cave, and the mother dragon can drink it with her hand when she is thirsty.The gurgling water flows quietly, adding to the quiet atmosphere. Krasus' mount bowed its head so that he could dismount easily.The magician stepped on the cave floor and knelt down, looking at Alexstrasza intently. "My queen." But she turned her attention to the huge male dragon that brought Krasus: "Tylanastrissa, can we have a few words alone?" The red dragon retreated quietly out of the cave.The Queen of Life shifted her gaze to Krasus, but said nothing.He knelt in front of her, hoping she would recognize him, but she didn't.

The silence didn't last long, and Krasus gasped and said, "My queen, my world, all creatures don't know me, is it possible?" She opened her eyes, looked at him, and said, "I know what I mean, and I know how I feel, and I've thought hard about what it means to me and what I feel when you tell your story to others. I've decided something has to be done, but first, there's another guy involved because his opinion is so powerful. Ah, here he comes!" On the other side of the corridor appeared an adult male dragon, slightly smaller than Tyrannastresa.The dragon had difficulty moving, as if every step was laborious labor.The red scales on his body had begun to fade, showing tired eyes, and he looked much older than Alexstrasza's consort. It took a long time for the magician to realize that it was not age that afflicted the dragon, but certain diseases. .

"You, summon me, my Alexstrasza?" When Krasus heard the frail behemoth speak, his world was turned upside down again.He staggered, stepping back gradually to avoid the male dragon. The Empress of Life was quick to notice his reaction, though most of her attention was on the male dragon: "I asked you to come here, yes. Don't blame me if this tires you out." "Happy to help, I would do anything for you, my love, my world." She pointed to the magician, who looked as if he had been struck by lightning. "This is... what do you call yourself?" "K...Krasus, my queen...Krasus." He suddenly chose such a name at this moment.

There was a bit of teasing in her tone: "Crasus? Well, Krasus, then—" She turned to the sick male dragon again: "This is Krasus, one of my favorite objects, I recently mate, I would very much like to give him some guidance. As one of us, you may have heard of him. His name is Cleostrasz..." Malfurion rode along the winding forest path, feeling that it was impossible for them to track anything more.He chose a gravel path, so that his mount would leave little mark, and his pursuers would quickly go astray even if they followed.Of course, this also meant that it took more time than usual to get to the meeting place, but Malfurion decided to seize this opportunity.He still couldn't imagine how the king of the forest would feel when he heard these things his students did.

Nearly reaching the meeting place, Malfurion slowed down.Brox, in rags, also slowed down. "Shall we stop?" The orc snorted, seeing that there were only trees everywhere, he asked, "Here?" "Almost, you only need to walk for a few minutes, and you should be able to see the oak tree." Getting closer to the target, the night elves became more nervous.Every time he felt that countless eyes were looking at them, but when he looked around, he saw only silent trees.His life, which had been changed forever, continued to shock him.He runs the risk of being noticed by the Moon Guardians - if he is recognized, he may not die, but suffer the most severe punishment.The people will turn their backs on him, and even if he lives they will think he is dead forever.No one will communicate with him, even in the eyes.

Not even Tyrande and Illidan. He can only undo his crimes by fleeing his pursuers and confronting something Brox calls a hellbeast.If these hellbeasts harmed anyone who followed, Malfurion would never be able to get out of his current predicament, and what was worse, he would be responsible for these innocent victims.Yet what else could he do?Another way out is to deliver Brox to the Moon Guard, or even Black Rook Hold. The oak tree Malfurion was looking for suddenly appeared in front of him, and he had no time to think about it, nor did he have the opportunity to think about it, and the trouble was getting bigger and bigger.To others trees are just trees, to Malfurion they are ancient guardians who have served Cenarius the Lord of the Forest longer than others.The oak tree was of extraordinary height, with a thick trunk and badly wrinkled bark, which had seen the growth of the other trees in the forest.Its lifespan is much longer than that of similar trees, and it has also witnessed the reincarnation of thousands of generations of biological life.

It knew that Malfurion was approaching it. Although there was no wind, the branches and leaves at the top of the tree were shaking. This was the ancient language of the trees, and the night elves were proud that Cenarius the Forest Lord had taught him how to understand some of the ancient tongues. "Brox, I have to ask you to do me a favor." "Where is it, I owe you so much, just tell me." Malfurion pointed to the oak tree and said, "Go down and look at the tree. Run your palm to feel the wrinkled trunk in front of you." Brox the orc didn't know why he made such a request, but if it came from Malfurion, he would obey immediately.Brox handed the reins to the night elf, and he trudged toward the oak.As a warrior, he stared at the wrinkled tree trunk, and then pressed a fleshy hand on the place Malfurion said.

The warrior looked back at his friend and asked in a low voice, "What shall I do next?" He was horrified to find that his hand had sunk into the fold, which had suddenly turned as slimy as mud.Brox tugged several times in a panic, but Malfurion quickly ordered him not to move. "Don't do anything! Just stand there! It's sensing you! You'll feel a little tingle in your hand, but nothing else!" He didn't explain to Brooks why his hands tingled.In fact, the tiny roots of the oak tree were piercing Brox's flesh.Oak is rapidly becoming a part of Brox, and thus aware of him.Plants and animals are intertwined and twisted together.No matter how many centuries the oak tree lives, it will always remember Brox.

The veins in Brooks' neck throbbed crazily.He also became increasingly anxious.Out of keeping promises, Brox stood there like an oak tree, staring at his vanished hand. Suddenly he staggered back a step, and let go of the place where his hand was attached.Brox bent his hand quickly to see if his fingers could move. "The way is now open to us," Malfurion said loudly. And Brox turned on the night saber again, and the night elves led the way through the oak tree.As Malfurion passed the guardian oak, he felt a subtle change in the air.If they hadn't been allowed in, he and Brox would never have found the woodland path.

Only those with the permission of Cenarius the Lord of the Forest can find their way beyond the Guardians to him.Along the way, the surrounding environment is a little different and becomes more and more noticeable.A refreshing breeze calms the two.Birds hopped and sang in the trees all around them.The trees swayed merrily, greeting the night elves who understood them.A sense of relief came over him, and Malfurion felt a smile break across the orc's rough face. Suddenly a dense forest blocked their way.Brox glanced at Malfurion, and Malfurion signaled that they had better get off their mounts now.After they both came down, Malfurion led the orc along a narrow path among the trees that was at first invisible.After walking the path for a few minutes, they came into a bright open area with soft grass and bright flowers.

This is the domain of the king of the forest. There was a figure surrounded by garlands in the swamp, and they mistook him for Cenarius.He sat in the center of the garland, looking at them both.His strange eyes focused on Brox, as if he knew exactly what an orc was. "You," he murmured to the green warrior, "you shouldn't be here." Brooks misinterpreted his words as provocative. "I came with him, the wizard, without your consent." Malfurion was still unsure of what race the fiery-haired stranger belonged to.The stranger shook his head, walked towards Malfurion, and finally just stood hesitantly by the edge of the flowers.He glanced at the flowers curiously, and blurted out: "This is not your time! You shouldn't be here at all!" He raised his hand in a threatening gesture towards the night elf.Malfurion recalled Brox's word - "wizard", and he quickly prepared some spells himself. He guessed that Cenarius' druid teachings would be more effective than those strangers' magic. Suddenly there was thunder in the sky, and the usual breeze suddenly turned into a squall.Brox and Malfurion were blown backward by the wind.The wizard himself was almost swept away by the wind, and a force pulled him away from the periphery of the wreath. "Who is running wild in my territory?!" Cenarius said loudly. Not far from the flower fence, the wind whipped leaves, dust, and other small things into a vortex.The small vortex quickly grew larger, and at the same time, the rolled leaves and dust were solidified into a tall shape. When the wind stopped and calmed down, Cenarius stepped forward and looked at Malfurion and the others. "I seem to expect more from you," he said softly to the night elves, "but these are strange times." He looked at Brox, and said, "And it seems every moment it becomes It's getting weirder." The orc roared provocatively at Cenarius, and Malfurion quickly calmed him down: "This is the king of the forest, the demigod Cenarius. I once said that I would bring you to meet him, Bu Rocks." Brox calmed down a bit, then pointed to the hooded mage and asked, "What about that one? It's also a demigod?" "This is a difficult problem." Cenarius replied, "And you are expecting another side of the same person." Cenarius added to the figure in the circle: "You have recognized this new friend, right? Ronin." The man in the robe said nothing. The demigod shook his head in disappointment: "I don't intend to hurt you, Ronin, but too many people out there are already troubled. You and your missing friend and this—" "Brox," Malfurion reminded. "His name is Brox," Cenarius corrected, "another creature I've seen before. How did he get here? My student, I suppose you could tell me a story, a A disturbing story." The night elf nodded and began telling the story of how he rescued the orcs, detailing every detail, but barely mentioning Tyrande or Illidan. But Cenarius, far older and wiser than his pupil, heard most of the truth. "I said that your brother's fate will be very different from yours. I believe that your division has emerged, you know?" "I do not understand." "Let's talk about it next time." Cenarius suddenly walked past Malfurion and Brox into the jungle.Around the swamp, the branches of the trees suddenly began to shake violently. "Time is what we're lacking. You'd better be prepared, and you, friend Ronin." "Me?" the mage asked. "Who is he, Master?" Malfurion could clearly feel the tree's anger.The sky under the sun shines again with thunder and lightning.A shadow fell on Cenarius' great face, and it made Malfurion worry for his master. The King of the Forest spread his arms, as if embracing something that no one else could see: "We will be attacked, and not even I can protect you." A solitary hellbeast, following a trail that neither animal nor knight could perceive.Instead of smelling its prey, it follows some kind of magic.Like much flesh and blood, sorcery and magic provide energy for subsistence—and like any of their races, hellbeasts have always shown a voracious appetite for magic. Humans don't pay attention to the magic of the oak guards, but devils do.It eagerly grabbed the immobile prey, and its terrifying tentacles stretched out quickly, striking the thick trunk. Oak fights this unexpected foe with all his might.The roots were looking for the palm of the Hell Beast, trying to wrap it around it, but the Hell Beast avoided it.Branches fell from high places one after another, beating the thick skin of the hell beast uselessly. When it was so futile, a strange and sharp sound came out from inside the oak tree, and it quickly rang to the point that most creatures could not imagine. At this time, the hell beast let out a great pain.The devil wanted to cover its head with his hands, but he didn't want to let go of the oak tree.So, the two thoughts struggle with each other... In the end the demon proved that it was strong.Slowly the oak tree drained of its inherent magic, slowly withered away - eventually like the Moon Guardians too - and after successfully fulfilling its duty of guarding the crossing for millennia, was killed. The hell beast shook its head and sniffed the scent in front of it.Its tentacles stretched eagerly forward, but the demon himself remained in place.When it devoured the ancient magic power of the oak tree, its body grew to twice its original height. Then, the metamorphosis of the body takes place.A deep black radiance completely enveloped the hell beast.In it, the hell beast struggled and twisted in various directions, as if trying to escape from its body. In the constant attempts and struggles, the transformation of the hell beast gradually took shape.One head, two heads, three, four, then a fifth.Each head is tense and stiff, pulling out little by little.After the head comes a thick neck, muscular shoulders, and a strong torso and limbs. Under the influence of rich ancient magic, the hell beasts were bound together.This great power temporarily weakened each demon, but within seconds, they recovered.Wisdom, imbued with strength and energy, guides them. As a whole, the hell beasts launched an attack on the swamp. You are an honest servant, the giant figure told Harveys that your rewards will never end, and I will give you everything you want: anything...anyone... The night elf knelt by the fiery entrance, his artificial eyes unblinking, reflecting on the glorious promises his god had made him.He is the favorite of the favored, and once he finds the way, he will gain miraculous powers. However, the more the Highborne failed to achieve this in the end, the later the gods would come, and the more setbacks the counselors would have to endure.There are two others who will share the setback with him.One was Queen Azshara, who shared his desire to eradicate all imperfection from the world, leaving only the night elves — a fine race that obeyed the rules of the Promised Land.Of course she didn't know that Harveys wanted her to be his wife.But the counselor hoped that once God told her this, there would be no resistance. The tall Haka also felt a deep sense of frustration, he was too eager to succeed.Attended by two hellbeasts, the Dog King roamed around the Highborne wizards, pointing out errors in their spellcasting and, when possible, adding his own powers. But even counting those mysterious knowledge, so far only some small successes have been achieved.Now Hakkar and his subordinates are no longer alone among these night elves.Now there are other three-headed, horned, red-faced behemoths, and despite their creepy appearance, Harveys has nothing but respect for them.They appeared horribly among the Highborne, all over seven feet tall. The goal of these celestial warriors, respected by the gods, is to complete orders at any cost.Each pair of bronze armor is nine feet high, but very thin, which does not prevent the warriors from using huge square shields and red-hot maces.They obey whatever orders Counselor Harveys and Hack the Dog give them. Soon there will be more of them.As Harveys walked back, he saw a flash of light in the doorway.The rays of light gradually spread out, grew larger, and then hovered continuously... A felguard whom Haka called a worthy warrior walked in through the light.When the new warrior came in, he bowed his head to the dog king and Harveys.