I found traces of Sundar deep in the woods.
She buried herself in a rotten tree hole, which was a very smart idea. Unfortunately, she kept shivering, shaking the soaked rotten leaves.
If I step forward and pull her out, will she scream in fear? ! faint? !
This is not okay.
"Sundar." I leaned against the back of the tree hole and tried to keep my voice as soft as possible.
Unexpectedly, I heard the kid let out a whimper.
"You don't need to be afraid at all, and I..." As I said that, I suddenly stopped and carefully looked around the dark and damp surroundings, "This is just your dream. You dreamed of me, that's all."
The night elf kid sniffed on the other side, "...but...you just passed by and never talked to me..."
"Ahem," I couldn't help but rub my nose, "Well, I allow you to be proud. You see, this time, not only did I talk to you, I also saved you."
"...Your Excellency Feng Ge, what was that monster just now?"
"He is Xavius. You should have seen his portrait."
"...I have only seen his previous appearance, the appearance of a handsome high elf."
"What the hell are you looking at?!"
The night elf kid seemed to be frightened by my tone, and there was a cry in his voice, "I don't know! Aunt Scarlett showed it to me!"
I rubbed my brows with a headache, "Sundar, I need your help."
"My help?" She was hesitant and curious.
"I need you to send a message to Tenalon. Xavius is hiding in the dream, and he is still looking for opportunities to corrupt Nordrassil."
That sentence made the little elf take a breath, "You, you mean, the Xavius I dreamed about was not a dream?!"
"Yes. Now, you must wake up from this dream and spread these words. Nordrassil, Trilan Hill, and your tribe are all relying on you."
"Lean on me?!" The little elf was shocked. After a second of silence, she crawled to my feet. At this moment, I realized that she was really short. The hair that stood up on top of her head was only just now. to my waist, "I, how can I wake up?!"
"You ask me?" I frowned, "Your father is a druid, he didn't teach you?"
"Since my mother's soul returned to Elune, I have never touched the Druid's way again. Aunt Scarlett won't let me."
Depend on!
I really wanted to curse, but after thinking about it, I bent down and told her seriously, "You must realize that you are in a dream, and maybe think about reality again?"
"...Well..." Sundar frowned, crossed his arms, and began to think hard, "I had a bad time with my father tonight because he asked me to read books on herbal medicine, but I hate reading..."
Boom---
A thunderous sound came from the ground.
The dark woods and dripping vines began to tremble.
The world seems less stable.
"Yes! That's it!" I clenched my fist covered with blood-colored leather gloves and encouraged her loudly.
"Aunt Scarlett rescued me from my father's nagging. She said that I would not become a druid. I would become a sentinel, Lord Tyrande's sentinel! Just like my mother..."
Following her words, the ground shook more violently.
The big tree in front of me, the rocks beside the tree, everything seemed to be dancing on the ground!
"Work harder! Sundar! You'll wake up soon!"
"Mom..." I heard the little elf sigh softly, "I really miss my mom..." Those words suddenly calmed down the almost boiling dream world.
