Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1052 148. Fandral Deer Helm: The Choice Begins

   "You said, have we met somewhere?"

  Black asked a strange question, and the Arch Druid, who did not show any signs of being under the pirate's gaze, responded with a rather mild smile, saying:

   "Perhaps. After all, I also feel that Lord Black and I are very compatible. But now is not the time to talk about this, let's focus on the problem at hand.

   After the qiraji threat is truly eliminated, maybe we can talk.

  I think we can be friends, just like you and my brother did. By the way, I also want to ask you about some things about Illidan. "

   Old Fox!

  Blake groaned in his heart.

   He can now be sure that he and Malfurion met ten thousand years ago, but Tyrande should not have seen him.

   This is really weird.

  What was your "friendship rule" 10,000 years ago? Instead of touching cute girls like Tyrande, he played so well with Brother Stormrage.

   Do you have any serious illness?

   This is a real headache.

  While Black and Malfurion were solving the riddles, Fandral Staghelm was visiting with his daughter-in-law and granddaughter in the Moon Temple of Val'sharah, the holy land of Druids in the far-flung Broken Isles.

   It has been almost two months since Deer Helmet stepped down as the Grand Druid of the Cenarion Order, and he has been very low-key during this time.

   almost completely faded out of the leadership of the Druid faction.

   lives in his hometown in Ashenvale and accompanies his family.

The graves of his wife and son are there, and his family only has his daughter-in-law Lyana and his youngest granddaughter Istaria, who have become the only ones in the old Lu Helmet and the world that has been cruel to him. contact.

  Staghelm hates this world.

  Because this world took away his most beloved person.

   Twice!

With the violent character of the old deer helmet and his miserable experience, he can maintain his deep connection with the force of nature that emphasizes balance and healing, and his mind and soul are nearly riddled with holes, which has proved that the deer Helm's terrifying talent for the way of nature.

   This talent is not even weaker than his mentor Malfurion Stormrage.

   Today's deer helmets look old.

   In the past two months, the leader who was praised by other Druids as "Iron Will" suddenly lost the support of his soul, and the state of the whole person was extremely poor.

   He knew that his mistake was almost irreparable, and he thanked Malfurion for not pursuing his mistake and giving him a decent exit.

   Give him time and opportunity to watch his granddaughter grow up.

  Deer Helmet was originally intended to do so.

   He has lost interest in everything except his family, and the experience of being bewitched by evil to do wrong is enough. Now he just wants to live peacefully until the day when death calls him.

  The night elves have indeed received the gift of immortality because of the blessing of the World Tree, but for people like Lu Helm, once their hearts die, they are not far from the death of their bodies.

   Even if he barely survived, he was just a walking corpse.

   "Father, the priests of the moon have agreed to your request to pay homage to the holy relic."

  Layana, who was wearing a long dress, walked quickly into the inner hall of the Moon Temple and said softly to the old deer helmet who was waiting outside the door:

   "But they asked for no more than ten minutes."

"enough."

  The old deer helmet with all white hair and hunched body nodded. He looked at the little granddaughter Istaria next to him. He smiled and stroked his granddaughter's head, saying:

   "Little cutie is waiting for me here, grandpa will be back soon."

"Uh-huh."

   The young elf Istaria let go of her grandfather's hand and grabbed her mother's wrist. She said:

   "Grandpa, go, I'll be here obediently waiting for you to come back, let's go see Lord Cenarius later, okay? The King of the Forest is giving a lecture in Val'sharah today.

  I will also learn the power of nature and become a Druid as powerful as my grandfather in the future!

  I will protect you and mom! "

   "So good."

  Lu Kui chuckled, he tried hard to straighten his back, looked at his complicated daughter-in-law, and said:

   "Aren't you going in with me?"

   "No, Father."

  Layana lowered her head and wiped her eyes, and said:

   "I'm just scared. Another disappointment, I'm nowhere near as strong as you, and I'll break down through the pain of another loss."

   "Then pray for me."

  Old Deer Helm nodded, leaning on the flowered wooden staff in his hand, and said to Leyana:

   "Pray for me that I can see him again, but I will persevere even if I am disappointed. I have nothing to lose except you."

   "Grandpa, I will pray for you!"

   The energetic little girl waved her fists and cheered on her most powerful grandfather, although Istaria did not know why her family came to Val'sharah from Ashenvale to worship today.

   "Well, with the little cutie's prayer, Grandpa will surely come true."

  Lu Kui smiled and touched his granddaughter's head. In the little girl's laughter, the old Lu Kui took a deep breath and walked towards the inner hall of the Moon God Temple in front of him.

  This is a hidden area that is not open to outsiders.

   In this oldest moon temple, a kaldorei relic is enshrined, it is called the tear of Elune, and it is one of the pillars of creation in Azeroth.

But unlike Golganes's Tide Stone, Shield of Aggramar, Hammer of Khaz'goroth, and Eye of Aman'Thul, this Pillar of Creation has been lost for 10,000 years since it was found. People know its real usefulness.

  It cannot give the holder any strength enhancement, and its existence is far less powerful than the other four holy relics. It seems to be an ordinary teardrop-shaped gem.

   A dazzling light of purification can bloom under the moonlight, but that's all.

   However, the significance of the Tears of Elune to the Kaldorei elves does not lie in how powerful it is. This holy relic comes directly from the moon **** Elune, which is its most important feature.

  The Priests of the Moon believe that by virtue of the Tears of Elune, they can have a closer connection with the Moon God.

   But really, that's just a comforting statement.

  Tyrande and Maiev can both attest that this relic does not strengthen the religious bond between priests and moon gods, and it seems to be nothing but extreme solidity, beauty and holiness.

   But is it really so?

  The old deer helmet stared at the moonlight crystal suspended on the altar in front of him.

   He walked to the crystal step by step, the crystal clear tears of Elune reflected on his old and haggard face, and his sharp eyes also became cloudy.

   What exists here is not a great druid who can destroy the world, but a soul that is riddled with loss and exhausted from loss.

   He just suffered a complete heart failure.

   At this moment, he was a little hesitant, a little apprehensive, and he could not hide his anticipation.

  In the end, the old deer helmet stretched out his hand and held the sacred object that the priests of the moon had never allowed people to touch, and the moment he touched the tears of Elune, his consciousness seemed to be separated from his body.

   This has never been the case.

   At least Deer Helm has never heard of Elune's Tears and the effect of creating illusions. This peculiar experience made the tired heart of the old Druid thump.

   He felt that he would get what he wanted today.

   Moon God.

please.

   Please give me some hope.

   I would give everything in exchange for it.

  Under the guidance of Deer Helm's prayer and the strange power, he felt himself floating, and between the real and the illusory, he came to a blazing blue dream.

   It was a world completely different from the Emerald Dream that Druids were familiar with. Although both were born in nature, the attributes of the two were almost completely opposite.

  Deer Helm looked around suspiciously.

   This is an area that has never appeared in any Druid tome, and he even wonders if he is still in the material world of Azeroth?

   The forces of nature here did not respond to him, they watched the outsider, Deer Helm, with cold eyes.

   They were even resisting him.

   This is the opposite of nature's life force.

"Father!"

   Just when Deer Helm wondered why the life force here was so indifferent, a call that made the old man almost cardiac arrest sounded behind him.

   is the sound!

   Deer Helmet turned his head sharply, and what caught his eye was not the son he remembered, nor the Vastann he had been dreaming about, but a very strange creature.

He has a four-hoofed deer body like a jungle guardian, and the upper body maintains the human form, but his cheeks are more like a mixture of elf and beast. There are no sharp teeth under the black deer nose, but there are strange blue eyes above. corner.

   The black horns were mixed with blue fluorescence, which made him look extraordinarily peculiar and full of the fierce majesty of a guardian.

   He wears the armor of rattan wood representing the power of nature.

  The armor seemed to come alive, haunted by pulsating dots of light, making every step he walks leave a sparkling light like ripples in water.

   He holds a living wooden halberd made of wood and sapphire crystal in his hand, and behind his back is a war bow and shield in full bloom. At first glance, he is a powerful guardian of natural forces.

   This appearance does not have any resemblance to the son in Lu Helmet's memory, they are completely two kinds of creatures, but Lu Helmet still recognizes it in an instant, this is his son!

   This is the son he lost in the battle of quicksand a thousand years ago.

   "Valstein, God, it's really you. My son, God."

  The expression on the face of the old deer helmet is very complicated.

  This powerful Druid was at a loss at this moment. He stretched out his hand and wanted to touch the child he had not seen in a thousand years, but he raised his hand and clenched it into a fist in the next moment.

"do not come!"

   The white-haired deer helmet scolded:

   "I must confirm you. I have made a mistake once, I almost committed an irreparable sin, I must confirm!"

   In the face of Deer Helm's rather strange reaction, the elite Vokai warriors of the Blazing Blue Immortal Wilderness Hunting Group walking towards him did not show any disappointment or anger.

   On the contrary, his blue eyes were full of compassion and gentleness.

   He stopped five steps away from the deer helmet and said warmly:

   "I heard about your story from Bwonsamdi, Father. I never thought my passing would cause you so much pain, maybe I should have thought more about your feelings before making a choice.

  Everything you do stems from your remorse for me, your sins should be borne by me, but unfortunately, father, although we have a lot to share with each other, we can’t say too much today.

  The realm of the Queen of Winter does not belong to the living.

   You can't stay here too long, we have to make a long story short. "

   "Queen of Winter? Who is that?"

  Old Deer Helmet's eyes suddenly sharpened, he straightened his back and asked:

   "Did she make you this way? Did she imprison your soul so you can't return to the World Tree? Tell me, son, how can I save you."

   Seeing that the old father suddenly turned murderous, Valstein was also a little helpless.

  It was only during the long "cooling off period" after his death that he realized that his relationship with his father was actually a little distorted. His father doted on him too much. After his mother died, his father regarded him as the only concern in life.

   He loves his son too much, which has led to Deer Helm's suffering in this thousand years.

   Even the best things are too much.

   "No, father, the Bitter Winter Queen did not imprison me, in fact, it was the blazing blue fairyland under her rule who accepted me without reservation, and this allowed me to escape the desperate situation of being controlled by the evil god.

   But it is difficult for me to explain the complex relationship between Blazing Blue Immortal, Shadow Realm and the material world in a short time.

   You can understand this area as the afterlife heaven for all nature walkers. "

  Walstein leaned on his living wooden halberd and said to the old father in a gentle tone:

   "You and the other druids should have come here after misfortune, but the world tree Nordrassil gave us the power of immortality to cut us off from death.

   Nordrassil's existence was both fortunate and unfortunate for the Kaldorei.

  The Queen of Winter may hate us because of this. After all, the existence of the World Tree does interfere with the cycle of life and death belonging to the night elves, but this is not the point. "

   He shook his head and said to the deer helmet:

   "The point is, father doesn't need to worry about me anymore!

  I have lived in Chilan Xianye for a thousand years, and now I see that I am living very well here. I am not a ghost, but I am also serving the will of nature after death.

   Same as you.

   Although it is a sin to relive the memories of being alive in the world of the dead, I miss you and Lyanna every day and night of the past.

  It is you who gave me the courage to fight against those twisted evil things. No matter where I am, every time I turn back on the battlefield, I can feel that you are by my side.

   You never left.

   I heard from Bwonsamdi that I have a lovely daughter in my hometown and you can't imagine the joy in my heart when I heard the news.

   All I want to say is that you should let go of your heavy past, father.

  My death has made you miserable to this day, but you still have a great future to pursue. You can't live in the past because I've been punishing yourself, it will also make me uneasy. "

  Walstein smiled.

  Although this weird face no longer has the hearty and handsome memory of Lu Hei, but it can be seen that his smile is sincere. He stepped forward with four hooves, and reached out to hug the old deer helmet, who was already crying.

   He slapped the Arch Druid on the back.

   As his childhood father comforted himself, he comforted his old father.

He says:

   "At the end of your destined glorious life, we will meet in this great and quiet woodland. My father, Chilan Xianye will have your place, and this will be our new home.

  I will wait here for the day to be reunited with you. Time is always tolerant to the dead.

   You should go back.

  Enjoy your own greatness.

   Let me be proud of you in this world too. "

   "No! Valstein, don't leave me again."

   Laolu Kui hugged his son tightly, he burst into tears, and said in a pleading tone:

   "Life without you means nothing to me, I would rather end my life here than live in a world that is so cruel to me."

   "Istaria and Lyana still need your care, father."

  Walstein said softly to the old deer helmet:

   "This is my last request, please take care of them instead of me.

  I will pray for you in this world, I have found a wooden house for our family, it is in the riverbank forest not far from the rebirth woodland.

   I will spend a lot of time sculpting it.

   I will dedicate it to you when you come.

  Go, father.

   The world I still love still needs you

   But don’t let this fall into the hands of Blake Shaw, and I thank him for giving us the opportunity to reunite father and son. But if even the wily Bwonsamdi fears him, then you have every reason to be cautious.

  You have made one mistake because of me, don't step into the same river a second time because of me.

  Go, father.

  The Veiled Wanderer is about to patrol here, you can't stop here. "

   "No, son, no!"

   Under the impetus of Warstein, the old deer helmet felt that his will was quickly leaving the world of the dead, and he tried his best to keep it.

   is like a greedy kid trying to grab every delicious candy in front of him.

   But the next moment, he opened his eyes in the Moon Temple.

   He looked around blankly, as if in a dream.

  How satisfied you are in your dreams, how painful it is to wake up from the dream.

   That is the pain of losing and regaining and losing again. It is the most hopeless of all pains. After pain comes the desire, even if you sacrifice everything, you have to get it.

   A choice was placed in front of Deer Helm.

   Now, he must make a choice.

   (end of this chapter)