"General Shandis, someone wants to see you."
The sentry under his command came to report the news, but Shandis just answered anxiously with a large pile of documents in his hand, "Who? What's the matter? If it's not urgent, don't come to me. Go find the officer below."
Once Tyrande leaves, she will not only be responsible for daily government affairs, but also manage the Sentinels and mediate with the Cenarion Circle represented by Fandral, who are eager to go to the front lines of Silithus to fight. , she was going to put this matter off again and again, at least until Tyrande found the truth.
Fandral was certainly not a vegetarian. Although he did not know that Tyrande had sneaked into the dreamland, he was still pressing forward step by step, ready to force the Sentinels and the Cenarion Council to fight against the bugmen of Silithus at any time. Army.
During this period of time, Shandris finally received reliable news from the Sentinels, that is, although the Qiraji appeared outside Silithus, at least the Beetle Wall remained intact.
"But... General Shandis, that person's identity is very special. It would be better for you to meet him in person."
"Huh?" Shandis saw the sentry insisting that he meet her now. She thought about it and said to the sentry, "Let him come to the terrace to meet me."
A few minutes later, Shandis saw someone on the terrace that she hadn't expected at all.
Arthas Menethil.
"Your Highness the Prince? Why did you come to Teldrassil? Why didn't you notify him first?" Shandris seemed a little unprepared. After all, she didn't expect to meet Arthas here.
"Don't worry, General Shandris, this is not a diplomatic meeting or a political meeting. I am here to visit a friend in a private capacity." Arthas explained the purpose of his visit, "Where is Ms. Tyrande?"
Shandis' eyes flickered, as if she didn't want to answer the question, until she saw another person beside her.
"Shandis Yuyue, long time no see. I think...it must be hundreds of years." Isendre said hello with a reluctant smile. Meeting the daughter of an old friend is one of the few good news recently.
"Isendre?"
After hesitating for a moment, Shandris remembered the identity of the guest in front of her. He was a green dragon, a friend of Archdruid Malfurion, and a friend of her adoptive mother.
The simultaneous arrival of the green dragon and the prince confused Shandris, but the fact that these two completely unrelated people would appear at the same time meant that the problem was definitely not something she could have guessed. She asked the sentry to close the balcony. The door opened and several protective spells on the terrace were activated at the same time.
"It's safe here. If you have anything to say, you can tell me now - because my mother was worried about the safety of the Archdruid, she entered the Emerald Dream to look for him."
Intuition made Shandris make the most correct choice. She still didn't know the purpose of Arthas and Isendre's visit, but it was probably not a small matter for them to make a special trip.
"Well, it's exactly what I thought." Arthas stroked the stubble on his chin. Naturally, the archdruid Shandis mentioned could only be Malfurion. "Isendre, what do you think? ?”
"Malfurion is also trapped in a dream? This shouldn't be... The place where he sleeps and the place where he was attacked by the nightmare are not in the same place..." Isendre muttered to himself, this thing is very strange. , but she couldn’t think of contacting him at the moment.
"Nightmare?" Shandis captured Isendre's words keenly, "Are you saying that the Archdruid's predicament is related to the nightmare... Could it be that... it's really those morning wheat?"
"Huh? Do you know something? Shandris, please tell me the news you know. This is very important to me... and the Green Dragon Legion." Isendre quickly asked Shandris for help, hoping to get help. More useful information.
Shandris took a few steps back and forth, sighed, and told the whole story, "We can't be sure, but the current archdruid Fandral Staghelm has been buying up morning wheat and using it for sowing seeds in recent times. The soil, that wheat may have been used as a curse material, which is why my mother suspected that Fandral’s motives were impure, and Malfurion’s sleep may also be related to this.”
"Morning Mai -" Isendre finally understood, "That thing can indeed prevent the soul from compounding with the body, but... why did Fandral do this, why did he murder his mentor? He is not like a Someone who loves power so much that he can use it to any extent."
Shandis shook her head, "We don't know either, otherwise my mother wouldn't have ventured into an unknown dream. If you want to find her, I'm afraid you have to wait for a while. Apart from my mother, I don't even know who they are. It’s time to come back.”
"Then it looks like our trip was in vain again, Arthas."
Isendre was a little disappointed, but Arthas didn't think so. He came here not to find Tyrande, but to confirm the status of Tyrande and Malfurion so that he could better plan the next thing. .
"That's not necessarily true, Shandis, I have a plan, are you interested in hearing it?"
Shandis said, "If you can help us get out of this predicament, then of course I will be happy."
"You don't know Fandral's recent schedule - such as any meetings."
Shandris thought for a moment and replied, "Probably quite a few. He has been busy moving troops to Silithus recently, and he should have frequent contact with members of the Cenarion Circle. Why do you ask?"
Arthas smiled and continued to ask, "Then do you know what Fandral is particularly concerned about? For example, what items or something."
"That's not true. Although Fandral has been acting suspiciously recently, I have to admit that he is a qualified leader and an upright Druid. He also has almost no special hobbies or tricks - except for this matter about Morning Sunwheat. But there is no evidence for this matter, and we can’t convince the parliament to believe our words.”
Arthas nodded and continued, "Well...but I heard that Fandral and his son were war heroes of the night elves, but his son died in a battle, leaving behind his wife and His daughter is living together in Astrana in Ashenvale, and he himself is buried outside that town. Does the Archdruid often go back to visit?"
After hearing this, Shandis was about to answer when she suddenly thought of something and looked at Alsace with an incredible look. Alsace just showed a mysterious smile, but this smile made Shandis' hair stand on end. .
At this time, the Helm of Control in the Frozen Throne in the distant Icecrown Fortress was suddenly lit up. Lothar and Orgrim, who sensed the situation, immediately arrived at the platform of the Frozen Throne.
After receiving the news, Lothar and Orgrim looked at each other, "Are you going or am I going?"
"Unfortunately, Grommash also sent me a message. I have gained something in Draenor. I can't get away recently." Orgrim immediately replied that he had other tasks.
"I understand. You heard it in the second half. Finish the matter quickly. There will be big things to do soon." Lothar shook his head. "Since you opened that damn portal, Azeroth I only have a few days to live happily."
Orgrim heard his rival's complaints and ignored Lothar directly. He turned and walked towards the teleportation rune leaving the platform. As he walked, he said, "No one wants this, but it's useless to talk about it now. We have already died once." , the responsibility we shoulder now is to prevent those who are alive from dying."
"Hmph, you deserve to work in vain now, go away," Lothar scolded Orgrim with a smile. When Orgrim's figure gradually disappeared in the teleportation rune, he suddenly remembered something, "Hey, help I’ll tell the spider king and let him go with me this time.”
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