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Malfurion was surprised - he had only contacted some druids to get some help, but he didn't expect his teacher Cenarius to come here himself - just as every young man longed for guidance, Cenarius, the king of the forest, was undoubtedly Malfurion's mentor in life.
Even so, Malfurion did not believe that he could gain a unique place among the druids because he was a disciple of Cenarius—he preferred to use his strength and character to gain the support of others.
"The news you brought is important, Malfurion...... I've thought about what you've said before, and your dreams aren't for nothing...... It's just that even I have never heard of those monsters...... You mean...... What monsters did you meet? ”
Cenarius walked up to Malfurion—though he could shrink his size, the tall Cenarius still had to bow his head slightly to speak to his disciple—and his voice was ethereal, as if it had come from another world.
"Yes, Mr. Cenarius, it's Mr. Arthas and Lady Frost from the Human Kingdom, and they say they know the origin of those monsters...... Mr. Alsace! This is my teacher, Cenarius, King of the Forest. ”
Malfurion nodded, noticing that Tyrande and Arthas were walking towards him, and hurriedly said to his teacher, Cenarius.
"Are these two your guests, Malfurion, but humans ......"
Cenarius turned his head, his huge hooves trampling on the meadows in the forest. He lowered his head and looked at the two strange races in front of him, smaller than the Night Elves, with a confused look in his wise eyes.
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Arthas overheard the conversation between Tyrande and Malfurion from afar. He also saw the strange change of the air mass - when the half-human, half-deer god appeared, Arthas had already understood the identity of the other party - although he did not see it with his own eyes, Arthas knew that Cenarius, the king of the forest, was in such a unique form.
Walking with Frostmourn to Senarius, the Lord of the Forest, Arthas looked up at the famous god - most of the gods in Azeroth were low-key, but Cenarius was dutiful - he was not only involved in resisting the invasion of the Burning Legion, but even the Burning Legion in Alsace.
However, Arthas had never met Cenarius, the king of the forest, when he saw the half-man, half-deer god. It's a little bit funny - I wonder if Cenarius can take on the form of a human like the Red Dragon Queen...... Wouldn't he feel inconvenient with the way he looked now?
Of course, Arthas wasn't stupid enough to ask such a question. And Cenarius, the king of the forest, didn't give him such a chance - like Frost Sorrow, the half-human, half-deer god felt great power - or rather, a threat - from the little demon sword.
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"With all due respect, guests from afar...... I've never heard of the human race. And...... This lord seems to ......"
Cenarius, the king of the forest, looked at the man and woman in front of him—they had a completely different appearance than the Night Elves. And a race of such appearance, Cenarius had never seen in his long life—and more importantly, he noticed the power that was conveyed to him from the woman in the blue dress...... Not the strength of the body, but the trembling of the soul.
Cenarius, the king of the forest, had never felt like this, not even his incomparably powerful father, the White Deer Malorne, who had existed since the beginning of this world.
"I don't think there's a lot more you don't know, Senarius, Lord of the Forest. Like the monsters that Malfurion saw in his dreams...... I'm Arthas from the human kingdom, and this is my fiancée, Frost...... than your surprise. I want to know what you're willing to do to protect the world. ”
Arthas interrupted Cenarius, the king of the forest, and said that as for his origins, Arthas had a statement about Tyrande and Malfurion and others, but he felt that such a statement might be a little untenable in front of Cenarius, the king of the forest, - rather than let Cenarius, the king of the forest, question himself first, it is better to take the first step and hold the other party's questions back in his stomach.
"All, Alsace...... To preserve this forest, to maintain the believers who believe in me and my father...... I'm willing to give everything I have - the druids believe peace, but they don't fear war...... The only problem is that I need to know what kind of enemies I'm going to fight - if you can tell me about those enemies. ”
As Arthas expected, Cenarius, the king of the forest, quickly withdrew his gaze from himself and Frost's sad body, he lowered his head, and made a somewhat strange gesture with his hands and tapped lightly on his chest, then raised his head and said solemnly.
"The enemies - I mean the monsters that Malfurion saw in that dream - they belong to a common organization, the Burning Legion."
"It's a group of evil monsters whose only purpose of existence is to destroy and plunder the mighty forces...... The arcane energy that escapes when mages use their spells, and the source of those powerful energies...... I have reason to believe that the Burning Legion is coming for the Well of Eternity in Aisaline this time. ”
Arthas explained to Cenarius, the king of the forest.
"The Well of Eternity...... That's a formidable force, but the Burning Legion ...... Where did it come from? Do you live in the same place as you humans? As far as I know...... They have never been seen in the territory of the Night Elves or Trolls. ”
Cenarius, the king of the forest, listened to Arthas's explanation, nodded and said.
"No, it's not like that...... We humans are creatures of this world, just like the Night Elves and Trolls...... But the Burning Legion, they come from the Twisted Void, are demons from another world. ”
Arthas replied.
"I can see you know these guys very well, Arthas...... Have you ever been at war with them? Or is there something else? ”
Cenarius, King of the Forest, asked again.
"We humans are enemies of those demons, but I don't think they will be friends with the Night Elves...... The only thing they are interested in is sabotage. ”
Arthas shook his head and said - if the Burning Legion descends, it means that a great war is inevitable. (To be continued......)