Chapter 172 Malfurion: What kind of wind and waves have I never seen?
When Sharlayan brought Valeera to the Temple of Dysholme to meet the eldest dryad sister Lunala, rumors about his life experience had gradually spread in Quel'Thalas.
When most people hear this rumor, their first reaction is disbelief and suspicion.
However, as the Sun Chaser royal family publicly stated the authenticity of the rumors, Yongge Forest, which has been maintaining a lively atmosphere recently, once again exploded.
Sarlayan has no idea what happened behind him.
Knowing that Sharlayan wanted to go to Nordrassil to meet with Malfurion, Lunala was predictably suspicious.
"Fandral tried to betray the druids and his people?"
"...Is this some new kind of joke?"
Sharlayan solemnly explained to Lunala, who was full of doubts: "It's just a possibility. As an ancient ally of the night elves, you should know that there is an extreme part in Staghelm's character, right?"
Lunala's eyes flashed, with a thoughtful look on her face: "When you say that...there seems to be something questionable."
"After the Battle of Quicksand, Fandral was very depressed for a long time and had no interest in anything."
"But more than 200 years ago, he suddenly recovered without warning, and once again led the druids of the Cenarion Circle to conduct research on various animals and plants with great enthusiasm."
"Could it be that...the nightmare began to confuse him from then on?"
Sarlayan and Valeera looked at each other, and both of them saw worry in each other's eyes.
"Probably."
Valeela said worriedly: "More than 200 years have passed. I don't know if Fandral has been deeply involved. We must get in touch with Master Stormrage as soon as possible."
As the eldest daughter of Cenarius, Lunala is not a newbie.
If it is true as Sharlayan and Valeela said, once Staghelm suddenly betrays him during the battle between the two armies... the consequences may be unacceptable to everyone.
"Okay, come with me."
In order to show respect for each other, Sath'ala and other dream nodes belonging to the night elves cannot be directly connected. The children of Cenarius, as a neutral third party, need to be recognized to open the dream channel.
This is also something that can't be helped.
High elves and night elves have been separated for many years. Although they still have many similarities in their roots, due to different living environments, they have developed many completely different cultural customs.
This hasty meeting was just because the second Battle of Quicksand was approaching, and both sides had a common desire to defend Azeroth.
Tyrande's thoughts aside, from Malfurion's point of view, he hopes to ease relations with the high elves and reach cooperation in certain areas.
Anastria shares the same sentiment.
No matter what ideological differences there are within the two sides, it is better for the elves to break their bones and connect their tendons than to entrust their hopes to the Lordaeron Alliance, which is full of dirty plans.
Perhaps because her best friend Inas is living in Quel'Thalas, Tyrande has maintained restraint during this negotiation and did not let her subjective dislike of the highborne affect the negotiation process.
To be honest, not only Sharlayan and the barrage were surprised, but even Malfurion was a little confused.
Before leaving the Emerald Dream after ending the Nightmare War, he and Tyrande had been separated for thousands of years.
Thousands of years have not weakened the time-tested relationship between the two, but Tyrande has indeed undergone some changes in these thousands of years that Malfurion is temporarily unaware of.
Malfurion initially speculated that the root cause of these changes may come from Inas.
With Lunala's assistance, Sharlayan and Valeera walked into the emerald dream portal side by side.
After walking through a short and beautiful dreamland road, the two of them arrived at the exit leading to Nordrassil under Lunala's guidance.
The Dream Road is different from the mage's arcane portal. You won't feel the squeezing feeling of being stuffed into a toilet (barrage term) between entering and exiting.
"Well……"
Just after leaving the road to dreamland, Valeera's brain suddenly became dizzy and her feet became a little weak. Sarlayan hurriedly supported her with quick eyesight and hands.
"What's wrong? Are you dizzy?"
Lunara smiled mischievously: "No, it's just that the air is thin and it's hard to breathe."
"Welcome to Mount Hyjal, the paradise of wild demigods and the highest place in Azeroth."
[This is too true. People who are accustomed to living in the plains are indeed prone to hypoxia when they suddenly enter high altitude areas. 】
[Altitude sickness... Last time I went on a business trip to a snowy area, it tortured me so much that I had to take oxygen throughout the whole journey.]
[Then why didn’t Xiao Sa respond?]
[Simple, because his body is strong enough...]
"It can't be said that there is no reaction."
Helping Valeela to sit down on the green grass, Sarlayan looked up at the huge ancient tree towering into the clouds.
"I'm also a little uncomfortable with it, but I didn't show it as obviously as Valeela."
According to the theory provided by the barrage, the oxygen content in the air at high altitudes is low, and it is difficult for people who are accustomed to living in oxygen-rich areas to adapt to changes quickly.
The best way is to climb up from lower altitudes step by step to allow your body to adapt.
But Sarlayan and Valeela didn't have that much time to waste on climbing the mountain, so they could only get there in one step.
Fortunately, Valeela's physique was not weak to begin with, and she gradually recovered after a while.
"Be prepared~"
Lunara smiled evilly and pointed to the elevator hanging from the sky: "Next, we have to continue going up."
Valeera's originally pale face suddenly fell down: "...No way."
…
Before the Great Sundering, the capital of the Dark Night Empire was Zin-Azshari, located next to the Well of Eternity.
As the ancient continent of Kalimdor was torn apart, Zin-Azshari had long since sunk into the sea, and the place where the Well of Eternity originally stood had become a maelstrom in the center of the Endless Sea.
In order to avoid the monstrous flood that emerged when the tiles were torn apart, the remnants of the Dark Night Empire who survived the ancient war climbed as high as possible under the guidance of druids and moon priests.
Eventually, these fleeing night elves came to Mount Hyjal and settled here ever since, building their new capital on the canopy of Nordrassil, the world tree.
Of course, not everyone can adapt to the high altitude above the tree canopy. There are also many night elves who have made their homes at the foot of Mount Hyjal and halfway up the mountain. The entire Mount Hyjal together forms the capital circle of the night elves.
Lunala led the way, and although the night elf sentries along the way were very curious about the appearance of Sarlayan and Valeera, they did not stand up to stop them rashly.
After many transfers to the elevator, the three finally reached the top of the canopy.
"Hu~hu~"
Valeela was breathing heavily with Sarlayan's support, half of her body was weakly leaning on Sarlayan, and even Sarlayan's breathing rhythm inevitably changed.
As the three of them took the elevator up, Malfurion had already learned of their arrival through the owl released by the sentry, and came to the city entrance to wait in person.
"You two, I didn't expect you to return my visit so soon. Welcome to the capital of the night elves, Andarius."
"Speaking of which..."
Malfurion looked at Lunala more subtly: "Why not let them go directly to the top of the tree through the portal?"
Lunara raised the spear in her hand and pointed at Valeera: "Do you think she can directly face the high altitude of Andarius? She almost died just rising up like this."
Malfurion reacted immediately and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't think carefully."
The night elves have not received guests other than their traditional allies for thousands of years, and they obviously lack experience in this regard.
After completing the task, Lunara jumped away happily. Sarlayan and Valeera, led by Malfurion, once again traveled through the Dream Road, and finally returned to the small town at the foot of the low-altitude mountain.
Valeela is still a little sick and is temporarily unable to perform the communication tasks she is usually responsible for.
Sarlayan didn't like to beat around the bush, so he bluntly stated their purpose.
"Master Stormrage, we got a piece of information not long ago."
"I'm afraid the content of the intelligence will be hard for you to believe, but please be patient and listen to me."
Malfurion smiled gently: "I have seen too many incredible things in my life. Don't worry that I can't accept it. Please tell me."
Sarlayan took a deep breath and said sternly to Malfurion: "Your most valued apprentice, Fandral Staghelm, who is also an archdruid, was probably deceived by the nightmare more than 200 years ago.
, established a connection with the ancient god N'Zoth."
Malfurion: "???"
Seeing Malfurion's confused look, Danmu suddenly became happy.
[Malfurion (front): I have lived for ten thousand years, what storms and waves have I not seen? 】
[Malfurion (back): This... I have never seen it before. 】