"What is this...... I've never seen ......."

A huge giant bear squeezed past the wolf god Godring, patted the body of the Cerberus that had been protected by the wonderful slime with its own paws, and asked curiously.

"This is one of those demons...... They possess the ability to take power away from their enemies...... There are a few other monsters, each with a variety of abilities. ”

Cenarius, the king of the forest, nodded.

The giant bear monster's name is Ursock, a wild bear demigod who possesses great monstrous powers and is the god and ancestor of all bears.

"I see...... Are we going to fight such monsters? But Cenarius ...... Do you think too highly of them? Can something that looks weak like this also threaten the security of this world? ”

Again, questioning a white, semicircular orb—oh no, a tortoise shell—a huge turtle with spikes on its back, twisting its short limbs and tail, laboriously crawled up to the carcass of the Cerberus, sniffed at the somewhat rotting breath, and asked sullenly.

The tortoise god Tutora, of course, is the ancestor of all the tortoises in the world, and the protector of many amphibians - although he rarely protects his followers because of his slow movements.

How slow is Tutola, the turtle god, moving?

For example, all the demigods followed Marron the White Deer to Cenarius, the king of the forest, except that Tutora, the turtle god, was far behind. It was only now that it had climbed in front of Cenarius, the king of the forest—much faster than a normal tortoise, of course.

"In terms of personal strength alone, each of these demonic miscellaneous soldiers is indeed inferior to us...... But there are many of them. Very much...... More importantly, I don't think there is a higher level of existence for these demons...... Chances are, those who are higher are not much weaker than us, and they may be stronger......"

Cenarius, the king of the forest, said worriedly.

"Very good...... We've got a rough idea of what happened...... Tell me about your plans, Cenarius...... Time is precious. ”

The White Deer Malone interrupted the other demigods with more questions, and was the first to take a stand - Cenarius, the king of the forest, was his son after all, and the reason why Cenarius, the king of the forest, was able to inhabit the realm of demigods. Of course, it is inseparable from the noble bloodline of White Deer Malon, who of course supports his own bloodline.

Cenarius, the king of the forest, was grateful for his father's support - he looked around and saw that most of the animal demigods had also fallen silent. Waiting for their next words - it seemed that Malorne's statement was important to them.

The demigods were not as united as they could have been, especially with a wild presence like the wolf god Godring - the radical wolf god did not have a good relationship with Malorne the White Deer, the Bear God Brothers, and Cenarius, the King of the Forest.

Moreover, the animal gods did not exist alone - the descendants of the wolf god Godring, as aggressive creatures, often clashed with other demigods' followers and people; But fortunately, these demigods have not forgotten their duties. They know how to protect their homes, their people, and the world.

"We went back to our respective territories. Gather our people and minions together between the Night Elves' city of Surama and Asarin...... Hopefully we'll be able to keep the demon army at bay there. ”

Cenarius, the king of the forest, offered his advice.

"There is no problem with our brothers."

Ursol, the god of wild bears, and Ursok said in unison.

"Then I'll go back first...... I climb more slowly......"

The tortoise god Tutora was of course in favor of Cenarius, the king of the forest, who had a gentle personality and rarely clashed with other demigods - listening to his urn-sounding reply, I don't know why, despite the urgency of the form, Cenarius, the king of the forest, really wanted to laugh.

Godling, the wolf god, did not respond to the words of Cenarius, the king of the forest, but nodded. Then he ran out of the cave as fast as he could—if there was any servant or descendant of these demigods who could have the most powerful fighting power, it was undoubtedly Godling, the wolf god who was born as a predator.

……

Malorn, the white deer, did not leave the cave. He stayed, looking at his son, even as father and son, it was not often for Maloron to see his son, Cenarius, the king of the forest, and he took the opportunity to speak to his son.

"Father's ......"

Cenarius, the king of the forest, seemed to understand what Malone the White Deer meant, and he walked up to his father and bowed his head respectfully.

"Thank you, my son...... But are those demons really as terrible as you say? ”

White Deer Malone said with some concern.

"Yes, father...... Those high elves control the vast power of the Well of Eternity, and it is because of this power that those demons have come to our world...... According to the latest information I have received, the High Elves have completely surrendered to the demons who have slaughtered the city of the Night Elves, and Esaline is now in ruins, with almost all of its inhabitants slaughtered...... In order to prevent this tragedy from happening in more places, we must stand up and stand up for it. ”

Cenarius, the king of the forest, said to his father.

"I will always be by your side, child, and fight side by side with you...... But where did you get this information? ”

White Deer Malone once again stated her position, and then asked with some confusion.

"From my disciples, Father...... The young man named Malfurion, you have seen him. ”

A smile appeared on the face of Cenarius, the king of the forest—Maloron the White Deer had seen Malfurion, but Malfurion had not—but soon, the smile on Cenarius, the king of the forest, faded, and he remembered that Malfurion had come to him to save Illidan.

"What's wrong?"

White Deer Malone noticed the strange expression on his son's face and asked sensitively.

"Malfurion, the child...... His brother was captured by a demon and came to me for help, but I couldn't help him......"

Cenarius, the king of the forest, said to his father with some apprehension that he was not without affection for his disciple Malfurion, and that knowing that he had refused his request, the young druid was likely to act irrationally. (To be continued.) )