New Order of Azeroth

According to the conservative point of view, even without the help of the night elves, the undead army will be destroyed automatically. It is just a small trouble. They have seen so many small troubles in their ten thousand years of life that they are not worth mentioning!

"A bunch of idiots who don't know anything!"

Tyrande angrily denounced these short-sighted views. In her opinion, the night elves must change their previous policy and strive to join the major events in Azeroth. Only in this way can they have allies to rely on when disaster strikes in the future.

When Varian was wandering on the continent of Kalimdor, she directed him to find Jaina. Although Jaina was not found at the time, Tyrande still provided help throughout Varian's return to Stormwind City.

She assigned Shandris Feathermoon to actively participate in several wars in Lordaeron for the same reason. The night elves needed allies.

"My love, where are you? When will you wake up?" She stroked the tall male night elf beside her.

This male night elf has a pair of huge antlers. He is lying flat on the stone platform, as if he has fallen asleep.

His body is tall and his face is elegant, but the gentleness and wisdom of the past are no longer visible. Malfurion Stormrage's soul entered the Emerald Dream, and now only a body is left here.

And this body is slowly losing its vitality.

This is the deepest part of the Temple of the Moon. As the only representative of the Moon God on earth, this is the safest place in all of Azeroth for Tyrande.

She had been praying for her lover and had been ordering the priestesses to use various treatment methods to maintain the vitality of this body, but Malfurion's condition was getting worse.

Looking at Malfurion's eyelids, she couldn't help but look sad.

Tyrande knows most of the secrets in the world today, and she also knows the prophecies about the two pairs of golden eyes.

Azshara's side has not changed, but the other pair of eyes has seen a lot of changes.

It was originally Illidan who was born with golden eyes, but those eyes had been destroyed by Sargeras himself.

Later, when Malfurion became the first great druid in the world, his eyes also turned golden.

But now? Tyrande looked at Malfurion's eyes. These eyes had lost their sparkle, like a pair of dead eyes. Even the color had returned to the color of Malfurion's original eyes, which were a pair of silver ones. Eye.

If you look more carefully, you will find that there seems to be a thick layer of darkness hidden in the silver light.

Tyrande knew that a new pair of eyes was born in the Eastern Continent. She had a hunch that the night elves were no longer attached to this world, and they were no longer the protagonists of the world.

"How on earth can I save you? My love, if you hear my call, please tell me! I am really worried about you."

Tyrande's call did not reach Malfurion's ears. He was now firmly trapped in the dream. The dream absorbed his natural power and penetrated outward along his footsteps in the Emerald Dream for thousands of years. , a large amount of natural power was extracted, the power of dreams was penetrating the material world, and Malfurion's soul and consciousness were also undergoing some fundamental changes.

His arms and fingers turned into branches, and everything from the waist down turned into tree roots. Countless wood knots appeared in every corner of his body. Withered leaves popped out from his beard and hair. He wanted to call for help, but his throat had already been rooted. It needs to be filled up, and now it can only spit out some thick black juice.

His soul suffered corrosion and has now become a dead tree. When the dead tree completely sucks out his life force, he will completely disappear from this world.

Countless figures appeared in front of Malfurion's eyes, some he knew and some he didn't know. Their faces were all in pain, and they were all crying out to him for help.

There are many heroes in Azeroth, but those heroes have more or less shortcomings.

Malfurion had almost no shortcomings. He was tolerant and kind to his younger brother Illidan, loyal to Tyrande, full of love for nature and all kinds of creatures, and he also tried his best to protect the world.

Comparing horizontally, he is a bit similar to Draenei Prophet Velen. They are both the kind of characters who have done a lot of things, but outsiders can't feel the charm of his personality. To put it more seriously, he is out of touch with reality and ungrounded. From this point of view, he is completely on the other extreme compared to Vanessa, who is extremely vain and finds a lot of historians to record her great achievements every day.

Malfurion wanted to help everyone, and looking at the pained expressions of those phantoms, he was also trying hard to save himself.

Unfortunately, the dream world was too familiar to him, and it was far away from nature. Malfurion could only watch countless human tragedies happen before his eyes, and countless lives he knew or didn't know fell into a pool of blood.

"No! This is not true! I don't believe it!" His voice echoed in his throat, and his throat seemed to be torn apart by the roots inside, but he still couldn't help but scream.

Countless bloody figures piled up together, and finally turned into his lover.

"Tylande!? No! You are not allowed to blaspheme her! Stop! Stop!" Malfurion roared at the dream.

But the scene that followed still made him heartbroken.

Tyrande thought his current appearance like a dead tree was disgusting, and looked disgusted. Afterwards, he walked happily with Illidan and grew a pair of goat's horns symbolizing the devil's symbol. Tyrande turned into a complete devil before his eyes.

"This is the truth. You have always thought in your heart that this day will appear before you. You have always thought so." There was a whisper in his heart that seemed to be speaking to him.

Malfurion's head had been fixed by the dead tree. He could not shake his head, but he still denied firmly, "No! This is not true! Don't try to defeat me with this little trick!"

His resistance was extremely tenacious, UU Reading www.uukanshu. net's willpower is as strong as fine steel, but both he and the enemy in the dark know that sooner or later he will be confused and sink. No matter how strong the fortress is, it will be breached. The length of time is meaningless in the dream.

The scene before him soon took a new turn, this time with Illidan brutally murdering Tyrande.

Malfurion gritted his teeth and insisted. He was a good man, and a good man who had defeated countless powerful enemies.

He secretly observed the changes in the dream and looked for a way out.

He did find it. While the dream was using him to corrupt the real world, it also opened the entire world's path to him.

Malfurion found a battle ax among them.

It was an oaken battle ax made by his teacher, the demigod Cenarius, who gave him the blessing of enchantment, and eventually wounded the Dark Titan Sargeras in the hands of Brox Shiga Saurfang, although it was only scratched A little skinny, but this is also an undisputed honor!

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