Menethil's Power

Chapter 525 No peace, no peace

The situation in Ashen Valley is very delicate.

More than a month has passed since the great war. With the inexplicable disappearance of the Warsong clan stationed on the border, the night elves were also extremely surprised. However, they did not know what happened south of the Barrens, so they did not So what action.

A brightly plumed bush finch flaps its wings as it weaves lightly through trees, past waterfalls, through caves, and finally settles on a slender finger.

It makes a melodious chirp, as if singing.

The girl with the body of a brisk doe listened carefully, "Thank you." She said, stretching out her other hand, stroking its soft feathers, and then letting it fly.

The sparrows flew around her, unwilling to leave for a long time.

The dryad turned around and looked at the night elf general, "Natural friends told me that there have been no green-skinned orcs in Ashenvale for more than ten days."

As the daughter of Cenarius, she has an extraordinary affinity for all natural creatures, and any tree or animal can be turned into her eyeliner.

"It seems that they have indeed given up." Sentinel General Shandris Yuyue nodded, "But we can't let our guard down, maybe they will make a comeback after a while."

Now it can be said that the night elves' defense of Ashenvale has won, but in Shandris's view, this is a matter of course. Although those orcs have strong combat effectiveness, the harm they cause is not too great, and what they can invade is only A jungle like Ashenvale located outside the World Tree Nordrassil.

If it hadn't been for the violent orc leader who injured Cenarius, the demigod of the jungle, they would not have been treated as enemies at all, but even so, only Shandris and Lunara came forward, whether it was the high priest of the moon god Tyrande , Fandral Staghelm, the interim leader of the Cenarion Council, or the archdruid who is still sleeping in the Emerald Dream, these Kaldorei top-level missions have not been disturbed, and they are only formed by Lunara and Shandris. The army is enough to force the main force of the tribe out of Ashen Valley.

Without the Battle of Hyjal, Nordrassil is safe and sound, the Kaldorei are still the most powerful mortal race in the world, and the glory of the World Tree is almost eternal.

Of course, the bravery of the orcs also left a deep impression on Shandis and Lunara, so they did not withdraw their troops immediately after the victory, but stayed here to observe the movements of the tribe.

The Kaldorei are not a warlike race. Although they enjoy immortality, their low fertility rate makes them do not need to occupy much land, and the barren desert outside Ashenvale is not suitable for living, so they are "generous" Most of Kalimdor was left to the natives of the continent, and only the World Tree and the surrounding jungle were considered night elf territory.

After all, the jungle is the Kaldorei's home field.

"Having said that, I always find it strange that the skin of those orcs suddenly turned red. They give me a somewhat familiar feeling, but they don't seem to be the same." Shandris said with a frown.

She participated in the Battle of the Ancients. Although she was only a half-grown girl at that time, she had faced the Burning Legion directly, so she had a little impression of the breath of demons and fel energy.

But this time, what Grom drank was not pure high-level abyss lord's blood, but a special version carefully prepared by Red, which made her feel strange.

They were at the border of Ashenvale. At this time, an illusory owl spirit suddenly appeared on a big tree in the south direction. This was a sign agreed by the night elves, and it represented that the nightsaber knights had encountered enemies.

Lunara's face changed slightly, she just learned from the spirit of nature that everything was safe, but the enemy appeared, still in such a close place.

Shandris didn't complain about this, because her focus was entirely on the owl mark, and as a sentinel general, she was naturally very concerned about the safety of her subordinates.

Every kaldorei is a precious treasure.

Another owl spirit appeared, which meant that the enemy was coming towards them, and they were close at hand!
Shandris held the Moonblade without hesitation and put on a fighting stance, while a tree spear appeared in Lunara's hand. They were not weak women without combat power, but powerful warriors who had experienced many battles.

Enemies appear, not orcs, and only one.

Lunara's eyes widened strangely, she put away the spear, and a smile rose from the corner of her mouth.

"Let me declare again that I have no hostility at all. I just want to meet your leader. I told her that I am friends with her. Why don't you believe it?"

A handsome young man dressed in ordinary aristocratic attire walked at a normal walking speed, his whole body was shrouded in a translucent golden light curtain like an eggshell, and he was earnestly facing the seventy or eighty night elf women who were chasing behind him. said the hunter.

As soon as the words fell, a moon blade flew towards the back of his head, but it was bounced off in an instant, and got stuck in the giant tree beside him. This thin layer of "eggshell" turned out to be extremely solid. The saber riders couldn't hurt him at all.

The young man kindly pulled out the moon blade, and flung it lightly at the female sentinel who threw the weapon, "Be reasonable, you can't hurt me, why can't you maintain a temporary peace?"

It seemed that they had listened to his persuasion, and the huntresses stopped attacking. Of course, this was mainly because they met General Sentinel.

"Isaacs, you're here so soon?" Lunara said with a hint of surprise.

That's right, the human youth who suddenly appeared was Isaacs. Although he flew to Kalimdor in the form of a bronze dragon, it was really unnecessary to reveal his dragon identity to the Kaldorei, so he landed at the edge of Ashenvale , turned into a human form and prepared to walk.

Then I met these dedicated sentinels.

Shandris was taken aback, "You guys actually know each other?"

Lunara raised her face proudly, "He is the student I told you about earlier."

"You actually teach a human nature spell?" Shandris felt a little funny, "This race has never had the talent of druids."

Compared with other night elves, Shandris seems to have a certain understanding of human beings. Isaacs took a look at her, thinking that it seems that the trio of the War of the Ancients has already appeared in this timeline. Should have contacted Ronin.

Of course, that’s Ronin from other timelines. The red-haired mage in this timeline is working hard at the Royal Military Academy. The surviving Kirin Tor mages after the fall of Dalaran gathered there. He must be very happy now. Headache.

After mastering the guardian power of bronze, Isaacs has a full understanding of the nature of timelines and the rules of multiple time and space. A single timeline is irreversible, and any so-called time travel is essentially parallel time travel.

Theoretically speaking, there are endless parallel timelines, and their progress is different. If there is a problem in a certain timeline, the bronze dragon in charge of management can seek help from itself in other timelines. After all, the resources of this time and space are used To solve the timeline deflection is likely to cause greater trouble.

Flaws in the process of the War of the Ancients are not an inevitable time, they only exist in a part of the timeline, and the solution is to borrow Ronin, Krasus, and Buenos Aires from a timeline that has been progressing for tens of thousands of years. Rocks trio, and when similar problems occur in other timelines, the trio in this timeline can also be lent out-so a loop.

In this way, the uncontrollable impact caused by the revised timeline can be minimized.

However, now Isaacs is not hesitating to spend most of the bronze guardian power to separate this timeline, which means that he has borrowed this timeline, and maybe there will be Azeroth in a certain time and space because of the lack of the necessary three. The human group fell apart during the War of the Ancients.

Regarding Shandris' doubts, Lunara did not take it seriously, "Thousands of thousands of years, not many people think that night elves can learn natural spells. If my father didn't teach Archdruid Malfurion, where would Kado be?" Where's Ray?"

She is simple in heart, but also very intelligent.

Shandris was a little speechless, she waved the night saber knights to relax their vigilance, then looked at Isaacs with silver eyes without pupils, and sighed, "Okay, student of Lunara, you come here What's the matter? You don't really want to learn natural magic, do you?"

She didn't have any intention of contempt, but she still inadvertently took on a hint of arrogance. Obviously this is a common problem of night elves nowadays. Immortality makes them think they are superior to all mortal races.

Isaacs didn't take it seriously. Of course he had heard of the name of General Shandris Feather Moon, and he knew that the other party had a lot of voice among the night elves, and he was a genuine figure with no black spots.It is said that she is still a great beauty, but Isaacs really can't appreciate the thick facial lines.

"I come with peace." He said neither humble nor humble.

"Peace?" Shandris's head didn't turn around for a moment.

"Yes, the state of war between the tribe and the night elves should also end. As residents of Kalimdor, the two sides must coexist peacefully. War will only increase unnecessary casualties."

"You, a human, actually came to mediate the relationship between the orcs and the Kaldorei?" Shandris looked at a strange flower.

"Is there anything wrong?" Isaacs didn't seem to think there was anything wrong.

Shandris just wanted to ridicule his political "idiot", but considering that Lunara seemed to defend him, she didn't say anything. She shook her head slightly, "As long as those orcs don't take the initiative to attack, we Do want peace too, but can you make sure the orcs think the same way?"

"This is exactly the problem I want to solve. It is the Warsong clan that attacked Ashenvale. In fact, they became violent and warlike because they were affected by the blood of demons. Although the real orcs cannot be said to be a peaceful race. , but they can communicate.” Isaacs seemed confident, “The great chief of the tribe is poisoned, I hope Lunara will pull you to treat him, in this way, the hostile relationship between the two sides can be eased.”

"To save the orc chief?" Shandris' face became even weirder, and she felt that she couldn't keep up with this human's thinking.

Lunara was thoughtful. "I was asked to do this before," she said.

"Who is it?" Isaacs was taken aback.

"He claims to be a prophet and can turn into a raven, but he doesn't use druid magic."

Sure enough, it was Medivh.Isaacs thought to himself that this guy was really uneasy, "Where is he now?" He asked hastily.

"I don't know." The tree demon shook his head, "I only saw him once, and he disappeared after that."

It's like this again, Isaacs has a toothache, the former guardian has been playing mystery since he was reborn, but when he needs to come forward, he should show up.

"You're not really going to save that orc chief?" Shandris looked at Lunara with some worry, feeling that things were getting more and more uncontrollable.

The dryad nodded, "Since Isaacs said that this can bring peace, why not do it? It's just to save one person."

Shandris took a breath, which was ridiculous, and what was even more ridiculous was that she couldn't think of any reason to object for a while.

"How do you notify the orc chieftain to come to Ashenvale, and convince him that we are going to save him?" Shandris could only find Isaacs' loopholes in the procedure.

"Don't bother, let's go directly to Orgrimmar." As if realizing that General Sentinel was unfamiliar with this place name, Isaacs added: "That's the main city of the tribe."

Shandris' breathing was completely messed up, and it took a full minute to calm down. She didn't want to talk to this lunatic anymore, "You won't go, right?" She looked at Lunara expectantly .

"I believe in Isaacs." The Dryad smiled sweetly.

(End of this chapter)