"No--!!!"

Amidst the shouting, Malfurion suddenly woke up from his sleep. He sat on the bed and gasped for air. It took him a long time to distinguish the difference between dreams and reality.

He touched his back, took off his clothes that were soaked with cold sweat, and exposed his muscular chest. Then he walked down to the table and poured himself a glass of water. While drinking the water, his eyes widened.

Recalling the content of the dream.

A nightmare, a terrible nightmare.

In the dream, a huge hole appeared above the Well of Eternity.

He didn't know what language to use to describe it. It was like a door connecting to another world. The whole body showed an indescribable and strange dark green, but it was not the common green in nature, but some kind of green.

A symbol of deep corruption.

Through the "door" you can vaguely see the scene inside.

On the other side of the "door" is a lifeless world, as if all life has been burned out in the terrifying green flames.

Various kinds of strange creatures lined up in neat queues, waiting at the other end of the portal.

Some look like enlarged versions of night elves, wearing sophisticated armor and holding weapons that are extremely suitable for group combat. Some are some kind of terrifying beasts with manes on their backs and several stinging tentacles...

There are too many to count.

But they were all shouting and roaring, as if they couldn't wait to pass through this "door". If there were not more powerful creatures restraining them, I'm afraid they would have killed each other because they could not release their violent and bloodthirsty desires.

.

This was an army, an invincible army that was far beyond what the night elves could contend with. Malfurion felt something in his heart, and he knew that they had only one purpose, and that was to destroy everything within sight.

Finally, they fought their way out of the portal. In a very short period of time, they destroyed the night elves' proud capital. No soldiers could stop them, not even Queen Azshara's guards...

This army was like the devastation of corruption that bloomed on the earth. Starting from the Well of Eternity and Zin Aessalyn, it quickly spread in all directions. Wherever it passed, corpses were strewn in the fields and rivers of blood flowed. Malfurion saw the accumulation.

There are mountains of corpses, both from night elves and from other races in the land of twinkling stars...

Not only was the Kaldorei Empire destroyed, but the vast land also lost its vitality in the strange dark green magic flames, and everything ceased to exist. Forests, mountains, rivers, creatures... In the face of this unstoppable army of destruction,

All beautiful things are as fragile as a dream bubble that is about to burst, and there is no way to escape this inevitable ending...

"Bang".

Malfurion placed the empty water glass heavily on the table.

If it was just once or twice, he might not take it to heart. After all, he has been learning the ways of nature from his teacher recently, and he is very tired every day. It is not surprising that he has nightmares when he is mentally deprived.

But the problem is, he has had this kind of dream for more than ten days in a row, without a single day's break!

Malfurion remembered clearly that he began to dream about such content on the day after the two white-skinned humanoid creatures fell from the sky and were taken away by the prophet.

The prophecy of catastrophe before the prophet left was still in his ears, which made him wonder if such a dream could be some kind of omen?

No, I have to ask the teacher... Malfurion thought to himself, he rubbed his face to wake himself up, and then opened the simple window.

The chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers came to his face, and the beauty of reality was in sharp contrast with the horror of dreams, which for a moment made him feel as if he was in another world.

His cabin was built next to a waterfall deep in the forest in the western suburbs. This window happened to face the waterfall. The turbulent stream with a drop of dozens of meters high flew down, and a deep pool was washed out below, filling the air with mist.

The water mist enveloped dozens of meters in radius, nourishing the flowers and plants he planted in the yard.

Malfurion closed his eyes, took a deep breath, calmed down according to the method taught by the teacher, and entered a brief state of meditation.

Just like in the past few months, at this time, he seemed to be connected with the nature around him. He could feel the joy of the plants and trees in this peaceful world, and the slightest movement of the birds landing on a certain branch.

The feeling of pressure, whenever the breeze blew through the treetops, the rustling leaves were like the natural joy that sounded in his heart, making him feel at ease involuntarily.

Feeling the beauty of nature, his mood finally calmed down.

In his perception, a graceful figure suddenly walked into the forest. With the "eyes" of nature, although he could not see the person's face clearly, he could get more information.

Her footsteps were very light, which reflected her inner tranquility. Walking along the tree-lined path, she seemed to be perfectly integrated with the bright moonlight shining through the branches and leaves.

Her beauty is a kind of beauty from the inside out, kind and pure, so real that even the forest can easily perceive it.

Malfurion exited the meditative state, opened his eyes, and happened to see Tyrande walking towards the small courtyard, and couldn't help but feel happy on his face.

She was not wearing the moon-white trainee priestess robe, but was wearing plain casual clothes. After all, she had to trek a long way into the forest, and she was not on duty yet. Her long green hair was tied back casually, looking very sophisticated.

His soft facial features were full of smiles. He was also holding a cloth bag in his hand. He didn't know what was in it. He thought it was something bought from Suramar Market and brought to him specially.

She is really beautiful, isn't she? Malfurion thought to himself.

The friendship between Malfurion, Illidan and Tyrande has lasted from childhood to the present day. But when he realized that his former best friend had turned into a slim and beautiful woman, she became more and more attractive.

As the femininity becomes more and more attractive, a certain throbbing in my heart that is unique to young people of this age becomes more and more eager to move.

He was increasingly unable to face up to this friendship. He understood that his younger brother Illidan, like himself, was no longer satisfied with just being friends with Tyrande. He behaved, dressed up, and carefully took care of his beard to make himself look...

Better, or even make yourself better, isn't all this to win her heart?

On the one hand, Malfurion longed for Tyrande to finally choose him, but he really didn't want to see Illidan get hurt because of this. Similarly, he understood that Illidan thought the same way.

"Tylande." Malfurion called with a smile, opened the door and walked out.

According to the agreement, today is the day to take Illidan and Tyrande to see his teacher. A few months ago, he became Cenarius's apprentice. In his opinion, the natural way of the King of the Forest is far more powerful than arcane magic.

Even more extraordinary.

He wanted to share this joy with Illidan and Tyrande, so that they could also embark on this path under the guidance of the King of the Forest. But he mainly considered it for Illidan. After all, Tyrande had already converted to her faith.

He became a priest of the moon goddess Elune, but Illidan was still helpless.

Malfurion believed from the bottom of his heart that Illidan's talent was better than his own. As long as he wanted to, he could become a better apprentice than himself. Those golden eyes and the legend spread among the night elves were the most outstanding thing.

Good proof.

But when he walked out, Tyrande exclaimed in surprise and turned her back in panic, not daring to look at him, "Malfurion, you...are not wearing any clothes."

Malfurion was stunned for a moment and then realized that he was shirtless.

"Sorry!" He hurried back to the house and put on his clothes, but he felt a little bitter in his heart.

When they were children, the ignorant three people often jumped into the river to swim, and even hugged and played with each other naked. No one understood this at that time, and it was very childlike.

But...you've grown up now, haven't you?

Thinking of this, Malfurion felt more and more unbelievable how the once thin little girl turned into what she is now.

After returning, the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

"Uh... you came so early." To break the silence, Malfurion said, rubbing his head.

Tyrande smoothed her hair around her ears, and there was still a blush on her cheeks, which made her look more like an alluring apple, which made people's hearts flutter.

"Yesterday, a pregnant woman with dystocia came and I was busy all day. So Ms. Dijana gave me a day off today," she said, raising the bag in her hand. "You haven't had breakfast yet? Look, go ahead.

Good bread and steak! Let’s eat together.”

Malfurion knew that Ms. Dejana was the high priestess of the Sisters of Elune and was in charge of all affairs in the Temple of the Moon in Suramar City. It was Tyrande who was discovered by Dejana and asked her to join Elune.

Sisterhood of Grace and became a trainee priestess deeply loved by believers.

"When I smelled it, it was made in the shop we often go to." Malfurion took the bag and glanced at it a few times, thinking about how to prepare this breakfast, and walked towards the hut, "Together?"

"Together."

Breakfast was quickly finished, and the two of them sat down next to the tree stump in the small courtyard with cups and plates. The steak, carefully cooked by Tyrande's hands, was fragrant and filled with juice after one bite. Malfurion

I kept praising it while eating.

Tyrande cut off half of his portion, put it on his plate silently, and said with a smile: "I thought you would never eat meat again."

Malfurion swallowed the food in his mouth, shook his head, and replied seriously: "Tylande, the way of druidry is not what you think. The teacher said that all living things are indispensable in nature.

This is true for herbivores, and the same is true for carnivores. Meat-eating is not evil, and herbivory is not an absolute good. The balance between taking and giving is the truth. Only behavior that breaks the balance is the greatest evil.

Such as asking for too much.”

"Is it balanced? It's such a beautiful teaching. I really want to see your teacher as soon as possible."

"It's almost time. We'll set off when Illidan arrives." Malfurion replied and began to put away the dishes.

Although he was not lucky enough to live a thousand years ago, he longed for that beautiful era.

At that time, the night elves had not yet fully devoted themselves to the arcane ways. His teacher Cenarius, as well as several other nature spirits, such as the furbolg brothers Ursoc and Ursol, and the white deer god Malorne, often

Appearing in front of others, he is good at coaxing young night elves and guiding them to live in harmony with nature.

Unfortunately……

Nowadays, arcane magic is very popular, and the night elves are no longer what they used to be. They have become proud and complacent, and even regard themselves as the masters of the world that are superior to nature...

Gradually, the number of demigods appearing became less and less, and their sense of existence became more and more dilute, until they became unreachable existences in legends and stories. Only those who once rode on the backs of the furbolg brothers, galloped wantonly in the wilderness, chasing the wind.

Children who are obsessed with electricity still remember that time of great harmony.

It's just that they have grown up long ago, and they probably don't miss that era of material scarcity.

Magic has become popular and life has become better, but it is getting further and further away from nature... Malfurion really doesn't know whether this is good or bad.

After clearing away the tableware, the two sat in the small courtyard, looking at the waterfall in the distance, listening to the endless sound of water, and chatting in a quiet and deep environment.

Malfurion told her many stories, from how he met Cenarius nearby to what he saw and heard after embarking on the path of druidry. Tyrande was a good listener, but she also
To be continued...