Calgar Thornribs showed a regretful expression, and the quilboar's unrivaled face seemed a little disappointed.
"That's a shame, Seer Velen. Perhaps you can stay in Razorfen. I expect you to change your mind at any time."
Viren's hands trembled slightly and he said hurriedly:
"Thank you for your warm hospitality. I shoulder the important task of spreading the Holy Light. I dare not slack off at all and must leave immediately."
Viren stood up and left, while Calgar stood up and saw off the guest "reluctantly".
After Velen left, a quilboar hummed and asked:
"Dear priest, this Velen is old, ugly, full of lies, and is definitely not a good match."
Calga showed a disgusted expression and sneered:
"If we don't reject him like this, I'm afraid there will be more trouble and it will be detrimental to us wild boar people. Spreading the Holy Light? Hmm, I think he is spreading death."
Velen went to visit the centaurs again.
The centaurs were not easy-to-talk wild boar people. They turned against each other on the spot, and a group of centaurs chased Velen for a long distance.
The embarrassed Velen came to the Sweet Water Oasis, squatted by the pool and washed his face, and a tall figure appeared in front of him.
This is a female tauren, old and dark-skinned, looking at Velen.
"I am Magatha Wildtotem, and I welcome you on behalf of Mulgore, Prophet Velen."
The Broken Isles, Val'sharah, the birthplace of the Druid sect, is also where the Emerald Dream is located.
Ever since Malfurion and Tyrande killed Sylvanas and ended the tribe's rule, the couple have always regarded themselves as saviors.
Although Teldrassil was destroyed and the night elves lost their homeland, without the constraints of the orcs, the night elves' territory expanded.
Tyrande lived in the Temple of the Moon. Apart from praying to the moon god Elune every day, her life was peaceful and peaceful.
Until he learned that Velen had returned.
Tyrande's eyes were sharp and she felt vaguely uneasy. She immediately got up and rushed to Cenarius Grove to see Malfurion.
Malfurion, who was sleeping in the Great Beast's Lair Shrine, was violently awakened by Tyrande.
"Get up, you sleepy old thing, the sky is about to fall."
Malfurion raised his eyelids and took a look. He was very disappointed when he saw that it was Tyrande. He turned over and fell asleep again, entering the dreamy fragrance of the Emerald Dream again.
Tyrande grabbed Malfurion's ears and shouted in his ears:
"Gianna is here."
"What, Jaina?" Malfurion woke up immediately and was about to run away in panic.
Seeing Tyrande standing aside with her arms in her arms, her mouth full of ridicule, Malfurion realized that he had been fooled and immediately protested:
"You can't scare me like this. I saw Jaina in the depths of the Emerald Nightmare, demanding her life with all her teeth and claws. I was surprised. It was Kalecgos who killed her, and Thrall who ate her. I'm afraid
What's the matter?"
Tyrande snorted coldly and said:
"There is a ghost in your heart, that's why you saw Jaina in the depths of the nightmare. Jaina is just a great mage. If she really comes to claim her life, I don't need to wake you up. The person who comes back is the prophet Velen."
"Velan?"
Malfurion scratched his head, felt relieved, and said with a smile:
"All the draenei have disappeared, what will happen if Velen comes back? Well, we designed to frame his son. I don't believe Velen has the guts to seek revenge from us."
Tyrande stroked his forehead and said:
"It would be fine if it is really Velen. Behind him is the Legion of Holy Light. It is said that all residents of Draenor have accepted the Holy Light."
Malfurion was stunned and realized the seriousness of the matter.
One Velen is not terrible. If the entire world of Draenor supported by the Holy Light were to overwhelm him, the night elves would have difficulty resisting.
"It's a very important matter. Let's go see Cenarius immediately and help us make an idea."
Malfurion entered his traveling form, transforming into a muscular stag, with Tyrande riding on his back.
The couple entered Cenarius's residence deep in the jungle, only to find Cenarius lying unconscious on the ground, surrounded by a strong nightmare atmosphere.
Tyrande kicked Cenarius, shook his head and said: "We are a step too late."
The corners of Malfurion's mouth twitched slightly and he complained:
"Cenarius must have known the news in advance and deliberately hid in the depths of the Emerald Nightmare. This cunning old deer, I knew he was unreliable."
Tyrande was also filled with hatred, and after thinking carefully for a while, he said:
"It seems that Velen's return is of great importance, so Cenarius would choose to escape. He can escape, but we can't stand idly by. Malfurion, please make an idea."
Malfurion thought for a moment and sneered:
"I guess Cenarius must know more than us. He wants to escape, but I won't let him do it. I will go to the three Druid elders to forcefully awaken Cenarius and force him to submit."
After hesitating for a long time, Malfurion said to Tyrande:
"Send someone to the Blackheart Grove to inform Xavius and ask him to help cooperate with us in the depths of the Emerald Nightmare. Cenarius can't even wake up even if he wants to."
The couple split up and Malfurion went to invite the three druids.
The Archdruid of the Heritage, the Archdruid of the Valley, and the Archdruid of the Claw are three highly respected archdruids. Even Cenarius cannot refuse them.
Deep in the Blackheart Woods, the shadow of the Nightmare King Xavius left in the real world opened his eyes, and an unexpected guest came to visit.
Looking at the woman with green hair in front of him, the Shadow of Xavius asked in surprise:
"Ysela, why are you here?"
Ysera, who transformed into the form of a night elf, looked up at the dark sky:
"The place where the moonlight does not shine. In the world of Azeroth, this is one of the few places where Elune can hide. I hope our conversation can be kept confidential."
The Shadow of Xavius said doubtfully:
"I will keep it a secret, Ysera. The Emerald Dream and the Nightmare coexist. We have been carefully maintaining a balance and maintaining a tacit understanding with each other. We have lived in peace for ten thousand years."
"The balance is about to be broken." Ysera interrupted Xavius loudly:
"Prophet Velen is back, bringing terrible news. I used the Gate of Holy Light to spy on the world of Draenor. Millions of orcs built a magnificent building in order to attract the powerful Holy Light. Holy Light
The era of light is coming, and we are all not immune, and everyone has to make a choice."
Ysera's expression was quite helpless: "Holy Light, Elune, I can't see the future clearly, I don't know which choice is the right one."
"How can I help you?" the Shadow of Xavius asked.
Ysera's expression was solemn: "The Holy Light has really entered Azeroth. The Emerald Dream will suppress the Nightmare. The consequences of losing balance will be disastrous. You need a helper."
The Shadow of Xavius smiled and said: "Are you trying to escape? Ysera? If I really corrupt you, the moon god Elune will hate me to death."
Ysera rolled her eyes at him: "Moon God Elune already hates you, what's the harm in having more hatred?"
"Okay, Ysera, I would like to help, but my power cannot corrupt the ancient dragon."
Ysera held a gem in her hand, like a drop of crystal tears:
"This is the Tears of Elune. You just need to put it into the deepest part of the nightmare, absorb enough power of the nightmare, and then we only need to do a scene."