Elune spreads her light mercifully over the desert.
Under the moonlight, the cruel desert during the day was made to look peaceful and quiet, not at all cruel at all.
Modrasin Camp.
The grass and trees in the desert oasis rustle under the cold desert wind, bringing a sound that symbolizes life and vitality to the cruel and cold desert.
Most of the trolls have gone to rest, except for those on night watch.
This made the entire camp very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the sounds of trees, grass, and leaves being blown by the desert wind.
Only on the edge of the pond in the core are some figures swaying and talking.
Tonatiu looked at the core of the pond, where the Kaldorei were busy.
Hisari was rescued.
But the poor little druid was not in good condition, and Fandral Staghelm's bark spell protected her body.
But what the Ancient God is best at is mental manipulation and terrifying mental pollution.
Compared to her well-protected body, her spirit was greatly damaged.
The followers of the Old God cursed her.
The Cenarion Circle is extremely hostile to the Old Gods. Likewise, the Old Gods and their followers and minions are also hostile to the druids.
When normal druids find the ancient god's forces, they will use all their strength to eliminate them.
The same is true for the forces on the Ancient God's side.
The two are irreconcilable contradictions.
According to Naralex and Shandris Feathermoon, Thessaly was cursed by C'Thun.
She is receiving treatment now.
She was placed on the pond, and the water filled with life held her up to prevent her from sinking underwater.
Naralex stood in the water, sweating profusely, standing next to her. Vibrant green light lingered on his body and continued to shine on Hisari's body.
Hisari's trauma has long since healed.
But the green light, full of life energy, couldn't wake her up. It could only make the pool water more and more vibrant.
for a long time.
Naralex sighed.
"Nature cannot cure her."
"poor child."
The green light on his body disappeared and the treatment stopped.
Shandris Yuyue was standing by the pond, her bright purple-blue glowing eyes suddenly dimmed.
Just now, one of the high priests of the Sisterhood of Elune, Elune's favorite son, and the sentinel general of the Kaldorei, also called upon Elune's power to heal Hisari.
Just like what happened in the past, Elune easily healed her trauma and physical pain.
But her mental damage cannot be healed. Elune can soothe the soul, but it cannot expel the soul contaminated by the ancient gods.
If possible, in the original plot, the future Green Dragon Queen Ysera would not be corrupted by the nightmare.
He was eventually killed and his soul returned to Elune's arms.
Even Elune, a favored daughter like Ysera, could not save her from being cursed and then corrupted.
Not to mention Hisari.
It can be said that in terms of playing with the spirit and soul, the ancient gods are definitely the leaders in the entire World of Warcraft universe.
The undead and demons play with people's hearts, and at least create an eternal future to attract believers and followers.
The void tells everyone simply and rudely that it will turn everything into chaos, everything will end, and there will be a world of nothing.
The fact that so many people still believe in such a crazy concept is enough to prove the brainwashing ability of the Void.
In the future, in Azeroth, there will be two organizations that can treat everyone equally and have members of all races.
One of them is the Twilight Cult of the void forces, sweeping away everyone from goblins to humans, tauren, kaldorei, sin'dorei, and even the draenei who came later.
The other one is a goblin venture capital company, which has members of all races, and everyone works and works for the company equally.
Well……
Looking at it from this aspect.
This venture capital company is pretty awesome!
Tonatiu, who was thinking wildly, looked at the Kaldorei who were unaware of Hissari's situation and listened to their conversation.
"She is in a very bad condition. There is nothing we can do. Shandris, my sister, I think she should be returned to Nordrassil."
Naralex was saying: "Perhaps Lord Staghelm and Lady Whisperwind can find a way."
Even in the face of this helpless situation, Shandis Yuyue's voice is still as ethereal as ever, giving people a sense of tranquility and far-reaching, as if it is ringing in the distance.
"That's all."
"I will arrange sentinels to send her back with hippogryphs. It's a long journey, elune-adore. I hope she can survive until she returns to Nordrassil."
Naralex sighed: "This is the only way..."
At this time.
Tonatiu on the edge of the pond suddenly raised his hand, and his voice was sent across the water to the ears of the Kaldorei.
"Well, let me ask. If you can't make it back to Nordrassil, what will happen to Thessaly?"
The ethereal voice sounded slowly, and Shandis Yuyue answered his doubts: "She will become the enemy of nature."
Seeing that Tonatiu didn't seem to understand, Naralex explained: "She will fall and may be controlled by the ancient gods. The first group of dark believers were originally composed of fallen Kaldorei and trolls.
.”
Tonatiu, who has spent some time with the druids, knows that the Dark Disciples are what the Cenarion Circle calls the Twilight Disciples and the Ancient God's Disciples.
In other words, you have been cursed by the ancient gods. Once you are immortal, you will be corrupted and become the minions of the ancient gods.
It’s a really convenient ability.
Tonatiu, who was sighing in his heart, looked at the sad expressions of several Kaldorei, and couldn't help but said: "Maybe I have a way."
The words just fell.
Shandis Yuyue looked over with doubtful eyes.
Naralex also looked over.
A tall, slender and beautiful sentry next to him could not help but question:
"How is that possible? Troll, I admit that your fighting power is strong. But even nature and Elune are helpless, so what can you do?!"
Although the other female sentries beside him didn't speak, they nodded and probably thought so.
Shandris Feathermoon wanted to say something, but Naralex couldn't help but said first:
"Your Majesty, please lend a helping hand. The Cenarion Circle and the Kaldorei will never forget your kindness."
Seeing Naralex respecting this troll so much, Shandris Feathermoon became even more confused, and several sentinels were also a little surprised.
But the Kaldorei have lived long enough to know when to question and when to be quiet.
None of them spoke.
Tonatiu floated and approached Hisari and Naralex on the surface of the pond.
"Hisali suffered such suffering because of the trolls. Of course I couldn't just stand by and watch."
"It is also my responsibility to make her get better."
After saying that, he had already arrived at Hisari's side.
Naralex took a few steps back, gave up his position, and said humbly: "Your Majesty, please lend a helping hand."
Tonatiu nodded.
Under the gaze of the Kaldorei, he stretched out towards Hisari's body and pressed down on her butt.
Well……
The leather armor is soft.
The eyes of the surrounding Kaldorei suddenly widened, and Naralex couldn't help but exclaimed: "Your Majesty?!"
Shandris Feathermoon's eyebrows were raised high.
The female sentries' eyes widened, their beautiful pupils full of disbelief.
