The deerhelm's roar in the dens made the other Grand Druids look at each other.

As the leaders of the Council of Cenarion, these archdruids have participated in the Battle of the Quicksands, and they are also aware of the "grievances" of the Deerhelm and the Zermen. Moonpaw and Koda. Steelpaw had also witnessed how Wastenn, the only son of the Deer Helm, had been torn to pieces by the brutal Worm General in front of Kadore's army.

Frankly, it was a tragedy in the truest sense of the word.

No one believed that the deer helmet could indifferently forget the terrible disaster, but in the next 1000 years, the deer helmet did fulfill his mission very well, and it never happened, but everyone knew that the Qila worm man was one of the taboo of the deer helmet great druid, and no one would take the initiative to mention the word in front of him.

And now, although Deer Helmet claims to be calm, no one who still has a sane existence will think that this is true... Deer Helmet has obviously been controlled by his personal emotions, and even that emotion is still affecting his thinking, from the fact that he is so keen to participate in the imminent war between the Human Empire and the Wormmen, it may be obvious that Deer Helmet is abnormal.

In terms of the overall civilization characteristics of the Night Elves, this attitude of taking the initiative to seek war is an anomaly in itself.

"It's affecting you, Deer Helm."

Vandall. The roar of the deerhelm did not shut up the Great Druid of the Inheritance, the Ancient Tree of Knowledge Elothel, this tree man lacked understanding of the emotions between life, and any judgment it made was based on the indifferent character of plant life and the judgment of facts. The deer helmet is clearly lacking in sanity.

So even under the hideous gaze of the deer helmet, it still said bluntly:

"The emotions of anger are interfering with your judgment, Deer Helmet, it makes you no longer wise, listen to me, you need to rest now... We'll continue to talk about the war between humans and bugmen, and, I think, based on the importance of this matter, we need to recall Malfurion and Tyrande from the front, and their opinion is important. ”

"Tyrande doesn't know how to lead our people!"

The voice of the deer helmet was full of disdain for the high priest of the moon, he looked at the three great druids in front of him, for the first time in thousands of years, he said his inner thoughts so bluntly, the fire of anger was indeed burning his reason, but the state of the great druid at this time, as if he was in anger and calm at the same time, he was making the final defense for himself.

"I'm not speaking ill of anyone, my brothers, think about it with your wise minds, the Battle of Sartre 9,000 years ago, the High Elves exodus 7,000 years ago, the conflict between her and the Warden, and the Battle of the Quicksand 1,000 years ago, when our people were threatened with terror, I didn't see her on the battlefield... She is very merciful and rational, but what the people need is not kindness, what the people need is protection! ”

"Under the wise leadership of Tyrande, our ancient allies, the bearmen, the boar people, and the other demigods of the wilderness, have left us one by one, and I know that she is not to blame for these things, but when those allies left, she, as the leader, did not make any effective retention... In her heart, sincerity to the moon god is everything, but we all know... To protect us, we have to do it ourselves. ”

"Tyrande is not a qualified leader, and Malfurion, that is my mentor."

The deer helmet whispered:

"Naturally, his favor is the envy of all, but alas, Malfurion is so addicted to the communication with dreams that for thousands of years, he simply can't find time to lead us... He loves his wife, and his thinking will be influenced by her. ”

"I know we need time to talk about it, it's important, but we're running out of time... The Zermen will attack the humans at any time, and the humans who don't know anything about the Zermen will not be able to resist at all, and once the humans are defeated, the entire central part of Kalimdor will completely fall into the hands of the Zermen, and Tyrande has transferred the garrison of the Fortress of Feathermoon back to the Gray Valley..."

"Everyone!"

The deer helmet clenched his fists, and the anxiety in his heart raised his voice several degrees:

"Even from a human perspective, just from Cadore's own perspective, the Cenarion Fortress, which hangs alone in the heart of the Silissus Desert, is in dire need of assistance, and the druids and guards there have no power to fight back against the Zergs, and the Feathermoon Fortress... It's so empty that we must immediately strengthen the defenses of those two places... For our own people! ”

"I agree with Deerhelm's suggestion."

Grand Druid Shoun. Moonpaw turned to look at his companion, and he said:

"Nothing else, now that the Zermen have begun to move, Cenarion Fortress does have to strengthen its defenses, we have all experienced the battle of quicksand, and we all know how fast the Wormmen will reproduce once they start a full-scale war, and together with the several large insect nests that have been discovered in the Silissus Desert, they must also start exterminating immediately."

"I agree."

Koda. Steelpaw nodded, but she quickly asked another question:

"But the druids of Moonglades and Mount Hyjal are currently concentrated in Ashvale and Felwood Forest, and we don't have enough forces to mobilize."

"We have!"

Seeing that his companion began to think about the course of the war, he suddenly said confidently:

"We still have enough druids in Valsala in the Broken Isles, as well as apprentices who have been training for years in the Dreamlands, a few squads of raptor druids in the Hyjal Mountains, and in the Barrens... Our slightly eccentric companions, Grand Druinalarex and his followers, I have heard that they have trained enough new people in that cave that they are also a force that can be mobilized. ”

"If that's not enough, then we can turn to the watchers, the brave jailers whose racial loyalty cannot be questioned, and who will be willing to join the war."

"You're thinking through, Deer Helm."

The Legacy Grand Druid praised the idea of a deerhelm, but then it said:

"But you shouldn't have forgotten that the Druids of Valsara need to get permission from the Forest God to mobilize the Druids of Valsara, and Lord Cenarius is currently overseeing the battle in the Ashenvale, so maybe we can wait until they return."

"Sorry, guys, I'm late."

As soon as the treeman finished speaking, a storm raven with antlers flew into the beast's den, under the change of natural magic, the body of the great druid Malfurion appeared in the beast's den, he looked very tired, and the moment he appeared, the four great druids bowed their heads to Malfurion, which was the respect of the druids for the leader of the Cenarion Council.

As a descendant of the god of the forest and one of the originators of the Druid order, Malfurion. Fury deserves this esteem.

"I learned about the appearance of the Qila Worms in the territory of the Human Empire at the front, and I rushed back as fast as I could."

Malfurion said to the others:

"I've got permission from my mentor that we can mobilize some of Valsara's guardians, but the number cannot exceed 4,000."

"4,000 people?"

Deer Helmet's questioning voice sounded:

"Malfurion! You've also experienced the Battle of Quicksand! 4,000 men can't even fill the defenses of Fortress Cenarion! That's a drop in the bucket. ”

The other Grand Druids nodded their heads, but Malfurion let out a long sigh:

"There's something I can't help but do, guys, there's something I've been hiding from you out of prudence... The Broken Isles have also been unstable lately, with a large number of demons appearing in the Stormfjord, several Viku tribes that have become followers of demons, and the High Ridge is in disarray, with demons attacking the local Minotaurs, and our holy land is threatened by the proximity of Valsara and the High Forest. ”

This made the Grand Druids frown, and the Legacy Grand Druid Elosel, who had been staying in Valsara, nodded, proving that what Malfurion said was true.

For the druids, their holy place is the Emerald Dream, the half-plane known as the dream of the world, but during the Elven Empire, the druids felt the perfection of the Emerald Dream, and they found a node connected with the Emerald Dream in the present life, the land called Valsara, where the local environment was reshaped according to the form of the Emerald Dream, so Valsala became another sacred place for the Druids in the development.

It is said that the most powerful mortal druid Marfurion. Fury Wind is the druid training he received in Warsara.

"What about the Watcher?"

Deer Helmet was very disappointed, but he still asked with a solemn face:

"Should the Watchmen always be able to pull out their men? We need the Watcher's detection ability to keep track of the Worm's movements. ”

"I'm sorry, Deerhelm."

Malfurion looked at his first disciple and said with some regret:

"I can understand the feud between you and the Zermen, but this time, you have to be patient first, the demons of Ash Valley and Felwood Forest have been planning an attack on Mount Hyjal recently, and the front line also needs the reconnaissance of the watchmen, and the Sentinel Legion is ready for the final battle."

The Great Druid didn't see the surprise, disappointment, pain, and finally anger and paranoia in the eyes of the Deer Helm, and he was still cheering up the other Great Druids:

"Believe me, ladies and gentlemen, the war between us and the demons will soon end, and after cleaning up the demons, we will use all our strength against the Worm Pullers, and the outcome of the Battle of Quicksand will not be repeated, and we will not lose again..."

"Enough! I've heard enough of this kind of lie! ”

The deerhelm raised his head, a raging flame burned in his eyes, he looked at his mentor, the person he had respected the most, he looked at the other great druids, he slowly retreated, he gritted his teeth and said:

"I failed to protect my son, I failed to protect my family, I failed to do what a parent has to do and must do well, and I can't shake my frustration after Wastann died... I was miserable, and I swore at the time that I would never let the worms take any of my people again... I will not let my fellow citizens suffer like this again. ”

"Now, I'm going to fulfill my vow, but you... But you are ignoring this, you are watching our people die... Mentor, Malfurion... Perhaps, this is the real you. ”

"You are not trustworthy, you are full of lies, you turn a blind eye to threats, you dwell on the disasters of the past... How long will the war in Ashendale have to be fought? How long will our compatriots last? That's the Qila Worm Man! That's the enemy who fought with us, and how fast they reproduce! Don't you know how dangerous they are? ... You're all blind! ”

"You are not willing to take responsibility, those comrades who trust us, those warriors who have been in the desert for thousands of years, you have just given up... Good, good! ”

"Buzz"

A pulsing green light fluttered across the deerhelm's body, and in a moment, the great druid turned into a massive storm raven, and he stared at his companion with the eyes of a bird, and he screamed:

"I've been contradicting myself between saving and protecting, I've been looking for a reason to break with you indecisive guys... I've found it now! ”

"You don't go and save them... I'll go! ”

"The tragedy of Wastein will not happen again, I will protect my people in my own way! Goodbye..."

"Farewell!"

"Bang"

The wooden Cenarion Badge was thrown on the ground of the Beast's Den, and the Deer Helmet let out a scream, flapping its wings and disappearing in front of Malfurion and the Grand Druids in the blink of an eye, and the whole Beast's Den was dead silent, until Malfurion stepped forward and picked up the quaint Badge from the ground.

Behind that coat of arms, there is the words "Vandal. Deer helmet".

Malfurion didn't know why Deer Helmet made such a decisive decision at this moment, but he could vaguely guess that it was probably related to Deer Helmet's son who died 1000 years ago, and the pain of losing his son, even after 1000 years, could not be healed by time, Vandal. Deer Helmet, his first disciple, was probably miserable every day for this thousand years.

"We... We've lost him completely. ”

Malfurion clenched the badge in his hand, he stood up, and at this moment, the body of the great druid staggered, and he looked at the empty sky in front of him, and his eyes shone with a deep sadness and worry.

"Deer helmets... What exactly makes you to your own companions... So disappointed? Is it really just because of Wastein? ”