According to the conservative point of view, even without the assistance of the night elves, that undead army would automatically be destroyed. It's just a small trouble. This kind of small trouble has been seen many times in their ten-thousand-year lifespan, and it's not worth mentioning at all!

"A bunch of idiots who don't understand anything!"

Tyrande angrily denounced these short-sighted views. In her opinion, the night elves must change their previous policy and work hard to join the big events in Azeroth. Only in this way can they have allies to rely on when future disasters come.

When Varian was living in Kalimdor, she pointed him to find Jaina. Although Jaina was not found at the time, Tyrande still helped Varian in the whole process of returning to Stormwind.

She assigned Shandris Feathermoon to be active in several of Lordaeron's campaigns for the same reason the night elves needed allies.

"My love, where are you? When will you wake up?" She stroked the tall male night elf beside her.

This male night elf has a pair of huge antlers, and he is lying flat on the stone platform, as if he has fallen asleep.

He has a tall body and an elegant face, but the gentleness and wisdom of the past can no longer be seen. Malfurion Stormrage's soul entered the Emerald Dream, and now there is only one body left here.

And this body is slowly losing its vitality.

This is the deepest part of the Temple of the Moon God. As the only representative of the Moon God on the ground, this place is the safest place in Azeroth for Tyrande.

She has been praying for her lover, and has been ordering the priestesses to use various treatments to keep the body alive, but Malfurion's condition is still getting worse.

Looking at Malfurion's eyelids, she couldn't help but look sad.

Tyrande knew most of the secrets in the world today, and she also knew the prophecy about those two pairs of golden eyes.

Azshara's side has not changed, but the other pair of eyes has undergone many changes.

Originally Illidan, born with golden eyes, but those eyes have been destroyed by Sargeras himself.

Later, when Malfurion became the first Archdruid in the world, his eyes also turned golden.

But now? Tyrande looked at Malfurion's eyes. These eyes lost their vitality, like a pair of dead eyes, and even the color changed back to the color of Malfurion's original eyes. These are a pair of silver eyes. Eye.

If you look more carefully, you will find that there seems to be a thick layer of darkness hidden in the silver light.

Tyrande knew that a pair of new eyes were born in the Eastern Continent. She had a premonition that the night elves were no longer loved by this world, and they were no longer the protagonists of the world.

"How on earth can I save you? My love, if you hear my call, please tell me! I am really worried about you"

Tyrande's call did not reach Malfurion's ears, he was now firmly trapped in the dream, the dream absorbed his natural power, and followed his footsteps in the Emerald Dream for thousands of years. , a large amount of natural power was extracted, the power of the dream was penetrating the material world, and Malfurion's soul and consciousness were undergoing some fundamental changes.

His arms and fingers turned into branches, his waist down turned into tree roots, countless knots appeared in every corner of his body, and withered leaves emerged from his beard and hair. He wanted to call for help, but his throat had already been rooted out. The whiskers are full, and now it can only spit out some black thick juice.

His soul has been corroded, and now he has turned into a dead tree. When the dead tree completely **** his vitality, he will completely disappear from this world.

Countless figures appeared in front of Malfurion's eyes, some he knew and some he didn't know. Their faces were in pain, and they were all calling for help from him.

There are many heroes in Azeroth, but those heroes have more or less shortcomings.

And Malfurion has almost no shortcomings. He is tolerant and benevolent to Illidan's younger brother, loyal to Tyrande, full of love for nature and all kinds of creatures, and he is dedicated to guarding the world.

In a horizontal comparison, he is a bit like the Draenei Prophet Velen. They are the kind of characters who have done a lot of things, but outsiders can't feel the charm of his personality. From this point of view, compared with Vanessa, who is full of vanity and finds a lot of historians to record her great achievements every day, he is completely another extreme.

Malfurion wanted to help everyone, seeing the pained expressions of those phantoms, he was also trying to save himself.

It's a pity that the dream knew him too well, and the place was far away from nature. Malfurion could only watch countless human tragedies happen before his eyes, and countless lives he knew or didn't know fell in a pool of blood.

"No! It's not true! I don't believe it!" His voice echoed in the throat, his throat seemed to be torn by the roots inside, but he couldn't help but let out bursts of screams.

Countless **** figures piled up together, and finally became his lover.

"Tyrande!? No! You are not allowed to blaspheme her! Stop it! Stop!" Malfurion roared at the dream.

But the scene that followed still broke his heart.

Tyrande thought his current appearance like a dead tree was very disgusting, and he looked disgusted. After that, he walked happily with Illidan, and grew a pair of horns that symbolized the symbol of the devil. Tyrande became a complete devil right before his eyes.

"That's the truth, you've always thought this day would come your way, you've always thought it was" a whisper in his head seemed to speak to him.

Malfurion's head had been immobilized by the dead tree, and he couldn't shake his head, but he still firmly denied it, "No! It's not true! You can't beat me with this little trick!"

His resistance is extremely tenacious~lightnovelpub.net~ His willpower is also as strong as steel, but both he and the secret enemy know that sooner or later he will be confused and sink, and no matter how strong the fortress is, it will be broken. Long and short have no meaning in a dream.

The scene in front of him soon had a new round of changes, this time it was Illidan who brutally killed Tyrande.

Malfurion gritted his teeth and insisted that he was a good man, and he was a good man who defeated countless powerful enemies.

He was secretly observing the changes in the dream, looking for a way out.

He did find it. While the dream was using him to corrupt the real world, it also opened up the path of the whole world to him.

Malfurion found a battleaxe among them.

It was made by his teacher, the demigod Cenarius, who gave him the blessing of enchantment, and finally cut an oak battle ax of the dark titan Sargeras in the hands of Brox Hija Saurfang, although it was only scratched A little skin, but it's also an undisputed honor!

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