Chapter 31 Section 28

Apart from Illidan, the rest of the night elves knew they could go no further - not because of being in daylight - but because that would not take away what they had achieved.Yes, the threat has not been eliminated, the demons they see now are limited.They can all be killed, or they can be driven back. The commander quickly found some volunteers and rode leopards to different parts of the night elf kingdom.Their mission serves two purposes.They could find some night elves and regroup to form a stronger army, a more multi-layered defensive army to withstand the next Burning Legion attack; with a team of course, also go to see the extent of the damage elsewhere.

In addition to these tasks, the noble immediately appointed his personal wizard - Illidan - to take charge of the Moon Guards who had followed him.There were minor objections from some senior survivors, but Illidan's strength in fighting off the demons quickly silenced those critics. Illidan was very happy to see this new scene, he found Rhonin and told him about the situation.The mage nodded politely. On the one hand, he was thinking about whether he was as passionate as he was when he was young; on the other hand, He worried about how the new situation would affect Illidan's character.Illidan has great potential, which no one has ever had before, but his recklessness will bring him trouble, just as dangerous as the Burning Legion.Rhonin vowed to keep an eye on his companions.

When a person calmed down again, the only human among the night elves began to examine the army that had resisted the demons.The daylight shone through their armor, giving them an epic appearance.From their behavior, it seems as if they can defeat any enemy.Still, Rhonin felt that they needed a stronger army if they were to win the final battle.History shows that victory is certain, but too many factors -- including him -- now affect the outcome.To make matters worse, the Burning Legion, aware of and wary of the magical forces working against them, will now look even harder to find the mage and Illidan.

In his own time, Rhonin had been both the target of demons and their ally.He doesn't want such a scene to happen again. To whom should the night elves owe their success this time?Not Rhonin, not Illidan, not all the Moon Guard or Ravencrest and his army.None of them was a real reason for victory. What was it, as the weary mage thought, gazing at the dark Azshaline and the chaotic creatures in the distance, what happened to Malfurion? The sight of Malfurion lying motionless as if dead made things even worse.None of them could relate to him.Tyrande rested his head on his lap, the soft grass serving as his bed.

"Are we going to lose him?" Shadowsong asked confused.He accompanied the group away to the distant forest, pretending to keep an eye on his prisoner, Krasus.He didn't play a role in their spell battle, but when the situation changed, he became a guard.He has gone from a reluctant outsider to a concerned companion, although he now Still very little is known about what happened. "No!" Tyrande interrupted him.Finally she said in an even more apologetic tone: "It's impossible for him to..." "He doesn't smell like he's dead," Cleostratz rumbled.

Every time Cleostrasz spoke, Shadowsong squinted at him.He still can't accept the appearance of the red dragon.Tyrande might be happy at any other time, but not in a situation like this.She herself quickly accepted the red dragon, especially since she perceived some hidden relationship between Kryosstrasz and Krasus.They seem like brothers or twins. Thinking of the twins made her gaze down at Malfurion again. Krasus was pacing up and down.He seems much healthier now.When he appeared in the dragon's field of vision, the young priestess noticed that the effect was magnified.Unfortunately, that kind of health can't help Malfurion's frail body now, because he is now expressing concern, just like the priestess' concern for Malfurion-however, Krasus saw in the temple Malfurion had never seen him before.

Brox knelt opposite Tyrande, his ax resting beside his sleeping friend.The orc buried his head in his chest, and the priestess could hear some muttering that seemed to be a prayer. "This area has been controlled by powerful magic," Krasus whispered to himself, "his sleepwalking soul may have been scattered to every corner of the world. He may have the ability to put these souls together again, But the possibility of that..." Shadowsong looked around to see the others: "Excuse me for asking a rash question, did he finally accomplish what he hoped to do?" The hooded magician turned to him and said calmly, "At least he did that, and I pray that's enough."

"Don't say that again!" Tyrande insisted.She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up into the sunlight.Despite the blinding light, Tyrande did not look away. "Eluen, Goddess of the Moon, forgive my servant for disturbing your rest! I dare not expect him to come back, but please at least tell me his fate!" But no ray of glory fell upon Malfurion.Luna did not appear to speak to them. "Perhaps it would be better for us to bring him back to the temple." The guard captain Shadowsong suggested, "Maybe the goddess can sense him better there." Tyrande did not answer him.

Krasus stopped his pacing.He looked to the south, where the forest was dense, his eyes narrowed, his lips wrinkled in frustration, and said, "I know you're there." "I know what you are now, too," replied a suddenly louder voice.The nearby trees suddenly came together, forming a huge chest, arms, and face, much like Tyrande and Shadowsong. Cenarius clenched his fists and walked slowly towards the crowd.He and Krasus looked at each other for a moment, then nodded respectfully. The King of the Forest came to where Tyrande had placed Malfurion.Brox moved respectfully out of the way, while the captain of the guard, Shadowsong, stood and glared at him.

"My dear daughter of Elune, your tears moved heaven and earth." "I cry for him, my lord...you love this man too." Cenarius nodded.His forefoot flexed as he moved, touching Malfurion's forehead tenderly, and said, "He's my son too, so I'm glad he has someone like you by his side." "I—we've been friends since we were little." The King of the Forest chuckled, and the laughter attracted the birds, and sent a cool, fresh breeze to caress everyone's cheeks. "Yes, I have learned of your request to Elune, whether it is spoken or kept in my heart."

Tyrande did not hide her embarrassment."But all my pleadings went to no avail," she said. His expression became honest and confused. "Is that what you think? Then why should I come?" Everyone else was stunned.The young priestess shook her head: "I don't understand!" "Because you are still young. When you reach my age..." Saying this, Cenarius opened his left hand. A light emerald rose appeared in his palm.It floats a few inches above the palm of your hand, as if it could fly by itself. The demigod stood up and took a few steps back to observe his student carefully. "I went into the Emerald Dream, looking for answers to many terrible questions. I searched there, looking for what could be done about these dead flowers," said a gentle smile across the bearded face, "Imagine , How surprised I was when I found someone I knew, wandering in the Emerald Dream. But I was also at a loss and confused. Why, he doesn't even know himself, not even as much as I know him!" When Cenarius finished speaking, a ray of light was projected onto Malfurion, entering his mind. The night elf's eyes opened. "Malfurion!" Tyrande's voice was the first thing Malfurion knew, and he quickly clung to it, using it as a tether, a lifeline.He pulled himself up from the abyss of unconsciousness toward a bright and comforting light. When he opened his eyes, he saw Tyrande in the morning light.Surprisingly, daylight didn't bother him.This instead made him feel that Tyrande was unbelievably beautiful. He almost wanted to tell her, but then the others showed up and he kept his thoughts to himself.He touched her hand before he recognized the others. "The talisman—shield—" he sounded like a frog, "is it—" "It's gone," replied someone who wasn't a night elf.For Malfurion, it must be Krasus. "Now, the Burning Legion is contained...at least in one place." Malfurion nodded.He knew that the war was not over, that his people still faced doom.However, this did not affect the victory of the night elves.If nothing else, at least there is hope. "We will fight them," Tyrande promised. "We will save our world." "They can be defeated," Brox agreed, brandishing his weapon proudly. "I know that." Krasus is still realistic: "They can be defeated, but we need more help. We need the help of the dragons." "You want more than dragons!" Cenarius roared, "I'm leaving, let's wait and see!" He stepped back facing the crowd, and finally gave Malfurion a smile: "You make me proud , my honored student." "Thank you, Master." He watched the demigod melt into the bushes again. "Shall we go back to Suramar City now?" A uniformed guard officer came in and asked.Malfurion ignored him, but he thought there was a reason for him to stay here. "Yes," said Krasus, "we return to Suramar." With Tyrande's help, Malfurion rose to his feet.He said, "It took only a short time. The portal through which the demon came in was destroyed, but, the spell shield, the Highborne could easily make another one. More demons will come, I fear." He thinks differently from the others, but no one agrees.Malfurion looked in Azshaline's direction.A terrible demon has come to his land.He should be stopped before he destroys everything.Malfurion had been instrumental in stopping the Burning Legion's initial attack.For reasons he could not explain himself, he was convinced that they would once again fight those demons who had come to invade and destroy his beloved Kalimdor. Malfurion could only pray that by that time, he would be ready to face the Burning Legion... Otherwise, not only Kalimdor, but the entire world would be in danger of being destroyed.