"Hurry up and send people to Silithus for support. The druids in Cenarion Fortress are alone!" Fandral quickly signed his name on the action order. The swarms of insects in Silithus were dormant, and the druids thought To defeat the old enemy from thousands of years ago again, we must move out with all our strength.
At the same time, Fandral is also purchasing a large amount of supplies from multiple neutral or friendly forces, trying to arm Cenarion Fortress to the teeth, as the first line of defense against the attack of the swarm.
As long as the fortress is defended, the passage connecting Silithus and Un'Goro Crater can be defended. In this way, it will be almost impossible for the insect swarm to continue to march towards the east and north. Although many silithid insects have already appeared in Feralas, digging through The efficiency of marching through mountains and advancing directly on the thoroughfare are simply not the same. It is impossible for the insect commander to make such a stupid decision that goes against common sense and may even lead to the annihilation of the entire army.
Just when his men got the documents and left the room, Fandal felt a sudden headache. He snorted and held his head. In a daze, he saw a familiar figure appearing beside the door.
"Run, father, Tyrande is back with Malfurion, and they want to deny all your hard work!"
"Vastann..." Fandral almost moaned and called his son's name. He stood up unsteadily, stretched out his hand forward, trying to get closer to the figure standing at the door not far from him, until Finally his hand rested on a pair of solid arms.
Fandral was also stunned. Shouldn't the door be the soul of his son who has been giving him reminders? Why can he touch him...
Before he could figure out the problem, a strong sense of restraint came from his arms and legs, and python-like vines quickly swam out from around the wooden house, locking Fandral's limbs and covering his entire waist and abdomen. All entangled.
"Fandral! Wake up! Valstann is dead a long time ago. That was an illusion fabricated by Xavius to deceive you!"
Malfurion's scolding sounded like thunder, and Fandral woke up from a dream. He found that Valstann standing at the door had disappeared, and was replaced by his mentor with an angry face.
"Storm... this... is impossible, where is my Valstann?! Give me my son back!" Fandral had a splitting headache, but suddenly lost control of his emotions, started shouting, and struggled wildly away. The vines that entangled him seemed to be torn apart in the next second by the huge force.
"Calm down, Fandral!"
Malfurion slapped Fandral directly on the face. The current Archdruid was stunned by this sudden slap. Half of the iron-blooded man's cheeks were red and swollen, but it was With this slap, the hysteria in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by calmness and sobriety.
"Teacher..." Fandral opened his mouth and hesitated for a long time, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he fell silent.
Malfurion hated iron and pointed at Fandral's nose, "You still know that I am your teacher?! Look at what good things you have done! I won't mention it in advance, but Teldrassil's scam , and sent people there when the situation in Silithus was unclear? Are you asking them to die! Fandral, you want to destroy the entire Kaldorei!"
The sentries guarded the door. They had rarely seen such an angry Malfurion. The last time was probably ten thousand years ago, when Illidan created the second Well of Eternity.
Tyrande didn't find it strange. Although Malfurion has always been a gentle and patient person, if you really think that he is a good-tempered good old man, you may have forgotten the meaning of "storming wind". When nature is calm, It is the cradle of life, but the raging storm also comes from nature.
"Lock him up and let him calm down."
After angrily scolding Fandral for a while, Malfurion finally suppressed his anger and watched the sentries dragging Fandral away like a dead dog. There was still some unbearable flash in his eyes, but he immediately put this aside. Every trace of emotion was wiped away.
Fandral's crimes have affected the survival of the Kaldorei clan. If discovered later, the entire population of Teldrassil may become Fandral's sacrifice to the Nightmare.
"I will resume my duties as Archdruid," Malfurion solemnly promised everyone. Then he saw the documents and reports placed on Fandral's desk. He picked up one and read it carefully. After that, his face became more and more burdened.
Although Fandral made a big mistake by sending troops rashly when the situation in Silithus and the Beetle Wall was unclear, it is true that the situation in Silithus is getting worse day by day. The local Cenarion Fortress garrison and the Germans The Rui are already stretched thin. If they don't send troops to support them, I'm afraid they will soon be swamped by the swarms of insects and yellow sand.
But the good news is that there are only low-level alien bugs wandering outside the wall now. The core of the Qiraji empire is still locked behind the beetle wall and is difficult to break through. Things have not yet gotten out of hand.
"I have read the report. Whether it is the druids, sentry troops, or even the guardians of the jungle, they have reported the movements of the alien insects. There are also many experts who have died in the insect nest in order to investigate and collect evidence. This matter is confirmed. Undoubtedly," Tyrande walked to Malfurion and told him about the recent situation, "Fandral's trick has failed, but there is some reason why he wants to send more men."
"Indeed, but—"
"Shando, mother, two guests are here." Shandis knocked on the wooden door at this time.
Malfurion and Tyrande looked at each other, and then Malfurion raised his voice and said, "Please come in, Your Highness Arthas, and my old friend Isendre."
"I'm glad to see you safe and sound, Malfurion. The dream has become a mess..." Isendre was quite happy when he saw Malfurion.
"You don't have to worry about this, Isendre. When I left, my mentor told me that the Green Dragon Legion's dilemma had been solved. The appearance of the three guardian dragons greatly eased the situation, and Xavius seemed to be born. I have given up my intention to retreat and no longer manipulate nightmares to devour dreams."
Isendre nodded. In fact, she also felt the changes in the dream, but now the door of the dream is still closed, and she cannot read the accurate information.
Arthas said, "Long time no see, Archdruid, and Tyrande Priest. We originally wanted to seek help from the Druids to find a passage to the Emerald Dream, but now it seems that we have used Not on."
"I have to thank you for your help, Arthas," Malfurion sighed, with a bit of self-blame in his tone, "Staghhelm has lost his mind and would believe such a low-level lie... I just said the same thing. I felt the illusion fabricated by Xavius. That guy had no temperament of Valstann at all. He exuded the distortion and depravity of nightmare. It was also my fault. It was my failure to pay attention to Fandral's psychological flaw that caused today's tragedy. "
"It's not your fault, Malfurion," Isendre comforted, "Nightmares are everywhere, no one knows who the next victim will be, and with Fandral's strength, he really doesn't know that Is it an illusion? It's just that the day Valstann died became Fandral's eternal nightmare..."
"Let us mourn the victims of the nightmare for a while. There are more urgent things now," Malfurion shook his head and changed the subject. He looked at Arthas, "Silithus Yellow Arthas, do you know the secrets under the sand?"
"Well, there sleeps the ancient Insect Empire. The alien insect swarms that were not afraid of death, and the swarms of alien insects that covered the sky, and the cold structures that raised up the yellow sand, almost brought a disaster to the entire life of Azeroth. A catastrophe." Alsace is a treasure trove. Some may say that the Kaldorei are arrogant and conceited, but no one can deny the blood and tears they shed in the Battle of Quicksand.
Just as no one can deny that the former trolls challenged the arrogant Yaqirs, using the survival of the entire race as a bargaining chip, they forcibly tore a way out when destruction came, laying the foundation for the rise and fall of those who came after them. foundation.
Unfortunately, with the exception of Zandalar, several other later troll nations either declined rapidly in their own conquests, pursued forbidden power and became enemies of the world, or still dreamed of regaining the glory of their ancestors but did not have the matching strength and power. In the end, everything basically leads to decline and destruction.
Even so, the trolls have brought a strong sense of oppression to other races except the Kaldorei. However, the equally arrogant Quel'dorei were beaten by the declining Amani Empire and had to look for humans as shields.
After taking Arthas' words, Malfurion also spoke with a heavy tone. Both the night elves and the dragons paid a heavy price in the Battle of Quicksand. Every time he thought about this incident, Malfurion felt that the cruel war seemed to be there. yesterday.
"We joined forces with the dragons and repelled the bugmen with extremely heavy losses, but at that time we were unable to continue the pursuit because no one knew how many enemies there were in the depths of the desert, and the yellow sand The ancient ruins buried in it shocked everyone, and the architectural complex that looked like palaces and temples of gods brought us intense uneasiness."
"The dragons and the Kaldorei are convinced that there must be a darker force behind the bugs that is dominating and guiding all of this. To be on the safe side, several dragon warriors chose to sacrifice themselves, cooperate with others inside and outside, and build a building on the border of the bug empire. We built a magic wall to trap the bugs inside, hoping that after a long time, the bugs trapped inside would destroy themselves due to the loss and lack of resources."
Having said this, Malfurion shook his head and laughed at himself, "We were too naive at that time, thinking that the insect people would really be wiped out by time like this, but we never thought about how they ended up in the desert. Those who survived from ancient times to one thousand two hundred years ago - in any case, the revival of the Qiraji has become a fact. One thousand two hundred years ago, we defeated the enemy, but that was not the result of the Kaldorei alone, but because of others. The results of the battle were achieved with the assistance of allies, so today, we hope to call on members of the Alliance to work together to deal with the threat of Silithus and deal with this catastrophe that may affect the entire Azeroth."
"Of course I know about this, but -"
Alsace was about to say something when he was attracted by a strange wave. Everyone in the room noticed this change.
Isendre was the most excited because she felt the aura of her master. She was even so excited that she lost her voice:
"It's Queen Ysera, the Sleeper - no, Ysera the Awakened, she's back!"
"It seems that the Aspect Dragons succeeded," Arthas was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that the Aspect Dragons would come directly to Teldrassil. Did Ysera sense Isendre's aura?
But it came at just the right time, it was time to discuss Silithus’ matters with the guardian dragons.
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