Staghelm's roar in the den made several other archdruids look at each other.
As the leaders of the Cenarion Circle, these archdruids have all participated in the Battle of Quicksand. They are also aware of the "grievances" between Staghelm and the Qiraji. Among them, Shaun Moonclaw and Koda Steelclaw have personally witnessed it.
I have witnessed how Staghelm's only son Valstann was torn to pieces by the arrogant insect general in front of the Kaldorei army.
Frankly speaking, it was an out-and-out tragedy.
No one believed that Staghelit could calmly forget that terrible disaster, but in the next 1000 years, Staghelit did fulfill his mission very well, as if that incident had never happened, but everyone knew that,
Qiraji was one of the taboos of the Archdruid of Staghelm, and no one would take the initiative to mention the word in front of him.
And now, although Lu Helmet said that he was calm, no one with any sense would think that this was true... Lu Helmet had obviously been controlled by his personal emotions, and even those emotions were still affecting him.
His thinking, from the fact that he is so keen to participate in the upcoming war between the Human Empire and the Insects, may be able to see that Staghelm is abnormal.
In terms of the overall civilizational characteristics of the night elves, this proactive attitude of seeking war is an anomaly in itself.
"It's affecting you, Staghelm."
Fandral Staghelm's roar did not make the Grand Druid of Heritage, the Ancient Tree of Knowledge Elothiel, shut up. This tree man lacked understanding of the emotions between lives, and any judgment it made was based on
Based on the plant life's indifferent character and judgment of facts, in the opinion of this inherited archdruid, Fandral Staghelm clearly lacked reason at this time.
So even under the ferocious gaze of Deer Helmet, it still said honestly:
"The anger is interfering with your judgment, Staghelm, it makes you no longer wise. Listen to me, you need to rest now... Regarding the war between humans and bugs, we will continue to discuss, and, I think, based on
The importance of this matter, we need to recall Malfurion and Tyrande from the front lines, their opinions are very important."
"Tyrande has no idea how to lead our people!"
Staghelm's voice was full of contempt for the High Priest of the Moon. He looked at the three Archdruids in front of him. For the first time in thousands of years, he spoke his inner thoughts so frankly, the fire of anger.
It was indeed burning his reason, but the archdruid's state at this time seemed to be angry and calm at the same time, and he was making a final defense for himself.
"I'm not trying to hurt anyone with bad words. My brothers, use your wise thinking to think about the Battle of Satyr 9,000 years ago, the exodus of the High Elves 7,000 years ago, the conflict between her and the Watchers, and
During the Battle of Quicksand 1,000 years ago, when our people were threatened by terror, I never saw her on the battlefield... She was very kind and rational, but what the people need is not kindness, what the people need is protection.
!”
"Under Tyrande's "wise" leadership, our ancient allies, the bearmen, quilboars, and other families of the wild demigods, left us one after another. I know that there is no one responsible for these things.
It's up to her, but when those allies left, as the leader, she didn't make any effective efforts to retain them... In her heart, sincerity for the Moon God is everything, but we all know... To protect us, we must also
We have to do it ourselves.”
"Tylande is not a qualified leader, and Malfurion is my mentor."
Staghelm said softly:
"Nature's favor for him makes everyone envious, but it is a pity that Malfurion is addicted to communicating with dreams. For thousands of years, he has never been able to spare the time to lead us... He loves and protects us.
His wife, his thinking will be affected by his wife."
"I know that we need time to discuss this matter. This matter is very important, but there is not much time left for us... The bugs will attack humans at any time, and they know nothing about the bugs they are attacking.
The humans are simply unable to resist. Once the humans are defeated, the entire central part of Kalimdor will completely fall into the hands of the bugs. Tyrande has transferred the garrison of Feathermoon Fortress back to Ashenvale..."
"Everyone!"
Lu Helmet clenched his fists, and the anxiety in his heart made his voice rise several times:
"Even if not from a human perspective, just from the Kaldorei perspective, Cenarion Fortress, which is isolated in the center of the Silithus Desert, is in urgent need of help. The druids and guards there are facing the worms.
People have no power to fight back at all, and there is Yuyue Fortress...there is an extreme emptiness there, we must immediately strengthen the defenses of those two places...for the sake of our own people!"
"I agree with Staghelm's suggestion."
Archdruid Shaun Moonpaw turned to look at his companions and said:
"Apart from anything else, now that the bugs have started to move, Cenarion Fortress really needs to strengthen its defenses. We have all experienced the Quicksand War. We all know how fast the bugs will reproduce once they start a full-scale war.
Together with the several large insect nests that have been discovered in the Silithus Desert, we must immediately begin to exterminate them."
"I agree too."
Keda Steelclaw nodded, but she quickly raised another question:
"But the druids in Moonglade and Mount Hyjal are currently concentrated in Ashenvale and Felwood. We no longer have enough power to mobilize."
"We have it!"
Seeing his companions begin to think about the course of the war, Deer Helmet suddenly said confidently:
"We still have enough druids in Val'sharah in the Broken Isles, as well as apprentices who have received several years of training in the Dreamwood, and there are some teams of raptor druids in Mount Hyjal, as well as in the Barrens...
.Our slightly eccentric companion, the Archdruid Naralex and his followers, I heard that they have trained enough new people in that cave, and that is also a force that can be mobilized."
"If these are not enough, then we can also ask for help from the Watchers. The loyalty of those brave jailers to the race cannot be questioned, and they will also be willing to join this war."
"You've thought things through, Staghelm."
The Archdruid of the Heritage appreciated Staghelm's idea, but then he said:
"But you should not forget that to mobilize the druids of Val'sharah, you need the permission of the Forest God. Lord Cenarius is currently supervising the battle in Ashenvale. Maybe we can wait until they come back."
"Sorry, everyone, I'm late."
As soon as the tree man finished speaking, a Storm Crow with antlers scattered around flew into the beast's den. Under the changes of natural magic, the body of Archdruid Malfurion appeared in the beast's den.
, he looked very tired, and the moment he appeared, the four archdruids bowed their heads to Malfurion. This was the respect the druids showed for the leader of the Cenarion Council.
As a direct disciple of the Forest God and one of the founders of the Druid sect, Malfurion Stormrage naturally enjoys this respect.
"I learned about the appearance of the Qiraji in the Human Empire on the front line, and I rushed back as quickly as possible."
Malfurion said to the others:
"I have received permission from my mentor. We can mobilize some of Val'sharah's guardians, but the number cannot exceed 4,000."
"4,000 people?"
Staghelit’s voice of doubt rang out:
"Malfurion! You have also experienced the Battle of Quicksand! 4,000 people can't even fill the defenses of Cenarion Fortress! That's a drop in the bucket."
The other archdruids also nodded, but Malfurion let out a long sigh:
"There is nothing we can do about it. Everyone, there is something I have been hiding from everyone out of caution... The situation in the Broken Islands is also unstable recently. A large number of demons have appeared in Stormheim, and there are several Vrykul tribes.
They have become followers of the devil, and the Highmountain is in chaos. The devil is attacking the local tauren. Val'sharah is adjacent to the Highmountain, and our holy land is also threatened."
This sentence made the archdruids frown, and Elrothel, the inherited archdruid who had been staying in Val'sharah, nodded, proving that what Malfurion said was true.
For the druids, their holy land is the Emerald Dream, the demiplane known as the Dream of the World. But during the Elf Empire, the druids felt the perfection of the Emerald Dream, and they found a harmonious world in this world.
The node connected to the Emerald Dream, the land called Val'sharah, reshaped the local environment according to the shape of the Emerald Dream, and Val'sharah developed into another holy land for the druids.
It is said that the most powerful mortal druid, Malfurion Stormrage, received druid training in Val'sharah.
"What about the Watchers?"
Deer Helmet was very disappointed, but he still asked with a solemn expression:
"Should the Watchers always be able to draw out manpower? We need the Scouting capabilities of the Watchers to understand the movements of the bugmen."
"I'm sorry, Staghelm."
Malfurion looked at his first disciple and said with some regret:
"I can understand the grudge between you and the bugmen, but this time, you must be patient first. The demons in Ashenvale and Felwood are currently planning an attack on Mount Hyjal. The front lines also need the reconnaissance of the Watchers. The Sentinel Legion
We are ready for the final battle."
The Archdruid did not see the surprise, disappointment, pain and final anger and paranoia in Staghelm's eyes. He was still encouraging the other Archdruids:
"Believe me, everyone, the war between us and the demons will soon end. After cleaning up the demons, we will use all our strength to fight against the Qiraji. The ending of the Quicksand War will not happen again.
We will never lose again..."
"That's enough! I've heard enough of these lies!"
Sterhelm raised his head, a blazing flame burning in his eyes. He looked at his mentor, the person he once respected the most. He looked at the other great druids. He backed away slowly. He bit
Zhu Ya said:
"I failed to protect my son, failed to protect my family, failed to do what a parent must do and must do well. After Valstein died, I could not get rid of my
Frustration...I was in pain. At that time, I swore that I would never let the bugs take away any of my compatriots...I would never let my compatriots suffer like this again."
"Now, I want to fulfill my original oath, but you...you are turning a blind eye to this. You are watching our compatriots die...Mentor, Malfurion...Maybe, this
It’s the real you.”
"You are untrustworthy, you tell lies, you turn a blind eye to threats, you are obsessed with past disasters... How long will the war in Ashenvale continue? How long can our compatriots last? Those are the Qiraji!
Those are the enemies we have fought against, and how fast they reproduce! Don’t you know how dangerous they are?...You are all blind!”
"You are unwilling to take responsibility. Those companions who trusted us, those warriors who have stood firm in the desert for thousands of years, have been abandoned by you... Very good, very good!"
"Buzz"
A flash of green light trembled on Staghelm's body. In a blink of an eye, the Archdruid turned into a huge Storm Crow. He stared at the eyes of the bird and tried to persuade his companions.
He screamed:
"I have always been conflicted between saving and protecting. I have been looking for a reason to completely break with you indecisive guys...I have found it now!"
"If you don't save them...I will!"
"The tragedy of Vastann will never happen again. I will protect my people in my own way! Goodbye..."
"Farewell!"
"Bang"
The wooden Cenarion emblem was thrown on the ground of the beast's den. Staghelm let out a scream, flapped his wings and disappeared in the blink of an eye before the eyes of Malfurion and the Archdruids.
There was dead silence in the den until Malfurion stepped forward and picked up the ancient badge from the ground.
On the back of the badge is the name "Fandral Staghelm" written in Thalassian.
Malfurion didn't know why Staghelit made such a decisive decision at this moment, but he could vaguely guess that it was probably related to Staghelit's son who died a thousand years ago. The pain of losing a son, even after it passed.
Even though it has not been healed by time for 1000 years, Fandral Staghelm, his first disciple, may have lived in great pain every day during these thousand years.
"We...we lost him completely."
Malfurion clenched the badge in his hand and stood up. At this moment, the archdruid's body staggered. He looked at the empty sky in front of him, and a deep look shone in his eyes.
Sadness and worry.
"Staghhelt...what makes you so disappointed in your companions? Is it really just because of Valstann?"