After pushing Astalia away, Leyana sat opposite Shandris and Isendre, with a complicated look on her face.
"You shouldn't come over while my daughter is still at home, General Feather Moon. This will not do anyone any good." Leyana sighed, "If you have any dissatisfaction with me or Valstann's father, you can directly Go to the parliament to complain and respond. My daughter is innocent and should not be involved in politics-"
"Wait, Leyana, this is not a political struggle, and the purpose of our coming today is not to exert pressure." Shandis knew that it would be troublesome to explain this matter, but she didn't want Leyana to misunderstand her. To do something obscene, which will only intensify the conflict.
"No? Then what are you doing here? Now that you have appeared here, how credible do you think your words are?"
Leyana wanted to put more pressure on her, but Shandis' words made her look at the sentry general across from her suspiciously. After a while, she didn't see a trace of hypocrisy on Shandis' face, so she had to say, "That doesn't matter. What's the reason? My daughter and I are just ordinary elven civilians and we don't want to get involved in any trouble. Please show mercy to the general and stop tormenting us."
After saying that, Leyana also pointed to Isendre next to Shandis.
"And this friend next to me, although you look like an elf, I don't know your true identity, but I don't want to know where you two are going back and forth from."
Since her husband's death, Leyana has taken her daughter away from the center of the whirlpools of the Kaldorei. They have lived in peace for thousands of years, and even the invasion of Mount Hyjal by the Legion did not affect them too much. Life, now that she saw Shandris, made her already relaxed nerves tense again.
She seemed to have returned to the day when she saw her husband's mutilated corpse. It almost became her shadow, her nightmare. Before Astaria's growth gave her enough comfort, she would be haunted by Vastan in every dream. Awakened by visions of tragic death.
Therefore, Leyana gave up her pursuit of the Druid, even though she was already a moderately successful Druid. In order to ensure that her daughter could have a more stable and peaceful growing environment, she would rather give up her former ideals.
Isendre's eyes covered by cloth emitted a faint green light. The inexplicable sense of peeping made Leyana very uncomfortable. She also knew that the "night elf"-looking guy in front of her was definitely not a druid, let alone a druid. As an elf, Leyana simply used Druid spells to cover herself.
Seeing Leyana issue the "expulsion order", Shandis glanced at Isendre beside her, only to find that there was no movement from her. The green dragon still looked calm. Shandis also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Lyana Neither Yaana nor Astaria was tainted by the nightmare, but this worried Shandris. Thousands of years had passed, and Lyana still had not gotten over the shadow of the loss of her husband.
Even though she does not resent the Sentinels and Cenarion Circle, she is deliberately avoiding contact with these two organizations to avoid being affected by the tragedy of Valstann again.
But today, she might have to tell Leyana a harsh truth.
"Leyana, I'm sorry. Things are now beyond the control of the Sentinels, the Cenarion Circle, and even the entire Kaldorei race. I have a reason to come here. This is to ensure the safety of your mother and daughter. It is also to ensure the safety of all Kaldorei."
Shandris's tone was solemn and firm, and Leyana hesitated because of this. She was not a vulgar fool, but a smart person. Her dislike of the Sentinels and the Cenarion Circle could not outweigh her desire for the truth. keen.
"Why is the safety of our mother and daughter linked to the entire Kaldorei clan..." Leyana's face turned ugly, and she stood up from the wooden chair in an instant. Shandris's words revealed both inside and outside. The seriousness of the question, “What the hell happened?!”
"We have received reports, and evidence...that Archdruid Fandral Staghelm may have betrayed his mentor and all of the Kaldorei, the High Priestess and members of the Cenarion Circle have gone to confirm, and Judging from the current situation...it is very likely that this is the case."
These words made Leyana feel like she was struck by lightning, and she fell back on her seat, "Father... no, why would he...?"
"Because he loved his son so much."
Leyana was awakened by a stranger's words. She looked at the sturdy figure standing at the door. Arthas, wearing armor, slowly walked into the room. "The Nightmare King used illusions to create a phantom of Vastann. Fandral deceived him many times in his dreams, causing Fandral to lose the ability to distinguish between truth and lies. At the same time, he was preparing to exact revenge on the night elves, but whether it was Fandral or Xavius who took revenge. Only Savith himself knows."
"You're finally back." Shandis breathed a sigh of relief.
Alsace waved and threw a strange dark red crystal. Isendre spawned several branches from the wooden floor and caught the crystal firmly.
"This is...the seed of nightmare..."
Isendre said solemnly that this kind of thing should not appear in reality, because it was originally a tree species in the Emerald Dream. The area they saw now was in a state after being contaminated by nightmares.
"I went to Valstann's grave. Unfortunately, it was also desecrated by Xavius. He attached an illusion with a nightmare tree as its core to Valstann's grave as a back-up to deceive Fandral. , but Fandral’s debt to Valstann was so heavy that Xavius didn’t even need to activate this backhand, and Fandral fell into the trap.”
Arthas looked at the nightmare tree and said with regret, "Fandral is a good man. If he had not lost his son, Xavius would never have corrupted him. You understand now, Ms. Staghelm, Shandris did not lie or threaten you. This is not a political struggle, but a life-or-death moment for the Kaldorei."
"I -" Leyana was still a little hard to accept, but what was before her eyes still exuded nightmare seeds that made her uneasy, so she had to accept this rather absurd and cruel fact.
She immediately thought of her daughter, "Won't Fandral have already corrupted... Astalia and me? Astalia only met her grandfather last month... "
"Probably not," Isendre shook his head, "I was just checking to see if you have been contaminated by nightmares. The good news is that you haven't, and this also shows that Fandral has not fallen to a hopeless level. He was not stupid enough to take action against his closest relatives, he was just at the mercy of Xavius to carry out some seemingly harmless plans that could actually affect the entire Kaldorei."
"Xavius's power can work best in dreams. In reality, it will take time for him to completely control Fandral." Arthas explained, "I have dealt with this Nightmare King... , I know some twists and turns, anyway, he has not affected reality at will yet, but if the Green Dragon Legion loses the door connecting dreams and reality or the reflection of the World Tree in dreams... then that is another matter."
"world Tree……"
Leyana suddenly thought of something. She murmured Teldrassil's name, and suddenly recalled Fandral's recent actions in shock. She raised her head suddenly, "The sowing of Teldrassil was done by my father. The tree was not blessed by the Aspect Dragon. If what you say is true, then Teldrassil is not the new hope of Kaldorei at all, but the countdown to the end of the world!"
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