Tales of the Highborne

The sunshine after the rain is very fresh and not at all stuffy. From time to time, a breeze blows through the treetops, and the whole forest has a harmonious and comfortable atmosphere. This dense forest is called Felwood, and the Whisperwind clan of night elves live on the edge of this woodland. This clan has always been famous for producing a large number of healing professions and moon god sacrifices. They have a very high reputation in the entire night elf society, and they have a certain say even among the upper-level elves.

Tall trees block a lot of sunlight, making the ground look darker. You can vaguely see three night elves walking out of the bushes, two boys and a girl. Appearing to be only more than ten years old, the night elf's life is almost eternal due to the influence of the Well of Eternity. They are one year old every ten years. According to human calculations, they are more than a hundred years old monsters.

"Are you sure there really are demigods in the forest, my brother?" the boy with black and blue hair said dissatisfiedly as he pushed away the thorns in front of his eyes.

"There should be this, I heard the adults say it." The green-haired boy scratched the back of his head and said honestly.

"How about we go back today? Malfurion has left the camp far away. If we don't go back, everyone will be worried. I heard that there are many wild beasts here, which are very dangerous." The green-haired girl said timidly, There seems to be some concern for everyone's safety.

"Don't worry, Tyrande, I will definitely protect you." The boy with black and blue hair said firmly, patting his chest with a serious look on his face. There was no hesitation. It was as if no matter how terrifying the danger was, he would stand in front of her first.

"Illidan, you know how to be brave." The green-haired girl's face darkened slightly and she glared at Illidan. Although she said so, she still felt a little warmth flowing through her heart when she listened to the black-haired boy's sincere words.

The green-haired girl is called Tyrande. Whisperwind is a trainee priestess. She has long dark green hair that reaches her waist. She wears a white sacrificial robe and has picturesque features. Although she is still young, she is already tall and slim. The boy with black and blue hair and the boy with green hair are twin brothers. The black-haired boy is his younger brother named Illidan Stormrage, and the green-haired boy is his older brother named Malfurion. Stormrage and the others are both very strong, but it seems that the younger brother is obviously going to He is much smarter than his brother and has more ideas in his eyes. Stormrage is a family of upper-class elves, but they have little influence or say in the aristocratic circle of upper-class elves. They are just a small family. Tyrande Whisperwind grew up with Malfurion Stormrage and Illidan Stormrage as childhood friends. A few days ago, Malfurion heard several legends about Cenarius, a reclusive forest demigod. Although night elf society had long lost interest in nature, Malfurion still had a deep respect for the natural world. He told Illidan and Tyrande about the legend of Cenarius. The three night elves decided that finding the demigod would be an interesting adventure, even though they, like their kind, did not believe in Cenarius' existence.

"Okay then, let's look for it tomorrow." Malfurion scratched the back of his head out of habit. He looked a little unwilling, but he had no choice but to do it because he was worried about the safety of his brother and Tyrande.

"Ah..." Just then Tyrande screamed, and the Stormrage brothers immediately turned back. The two brothers were stunned by the scene in front of them. I saw a dark crack more than 5 meters long suddenly appeared more than ten meters in front of me, like a torn painting. Then a bloody figure was thrown out of the crack, and then the crack slowly disappeared into nothing as if it had never appeared. If there was not a figure left on the ground, they would have thought it was just an illusion.

"Oh what is this?" Illidan pointed at the figure on the ground. "It seems to be a young brother." Illidan was obviously bolder and walked directly to the figure. The Night Elves are a country based on the belief in the moon god. Their organization is different from that of the human army, and there is no difference in official ranks. Therefore, they are called "sisters" or "brothers".

"Be careful Illidan." Malfurion was a little worried about his brother and hurried forward.

"Come here and see Tyrande. He seems to be injured." Illidan helped the elf lying on the ground. It was obvious that he could see a long gash in his chest that was still bleeding. This elf looks to be about the same age as them, with long silver hair, slender eyebrows and a delicate face. His skin seems to be sickly white due to excessive bleeding. His short stature makes him look very thin compared to the Stormrage brothers.

"The wound is too serious. I can only deal with it briefly. I have to take him back to the camp." Tyrande knelt down to check the wound and said with a frown. It was obvious that such a serious wound was only for her as a trainee priest. Nothing can be done.

"Then let's go back quickly, I'll carry him." Malfurion looked at the boy's wounds and said quickly.

"Who is it?" Illidan suddenly turned his head and took out his weapon and looked at a big tree and shouted. "What's going on Illidan?" Tyrande and Malfurion heard Illidan's call and immediately picked up their weapons and turned to look carefully in the direction Illidan was looking at.

"Are you feeling well, little guys?" Following the voice, a figure slowly walked out from the shadow behind the tree. It was not a humanoid creature. His upper body was like a night elf, but his lower body was like a stag. It is about ten feet tall and supported by four hoofed legs. Golden eyeballs, long hair like green moss hanging down to her shoulders. His hair and beard were covered with leaves and twigs. There are two huge and prominent antlers on his head, which make his ten-foot body look even taller, like a god or demon.

"Don't be nervous, little guys. I don't mean any harm. I am a demigod named Cenarius who lives in this forest. Speaking of which, I have some connections with you elves. I felt the fluctuations in the space just now, so I came here to take a look. ." Cenarius looked at the three little guys with cautious faces and said with a smile.

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sp;"You are really a demigod. Please allow me to introduce my name to you. My name is Malfurion. Stormrage, the one with black hair is my brother Illidan. Stormrage, the other one is Tyrande." Whispering Wind, the man on the ground is a brother we just met. We have heard of your name a long time ago." Malfurion looked at Cenarius's enthusiastic face, looking for him for so long with awe of nature. Malfurion was very excited when the forest demigod suddenly appeared in front of him. Illidan and Tyrande did have some hesitation on their faces. After all, they were not that enthusiastic about the demigods of the forest. They only came to look for them with Malfurion out of fun and curiosity.

"Can you tell me what happened just now?" Cenarius looked at the expressions of the three and smiled slightly. Malfurion looked embarrassed for a moment and then immediately told Cenarius about the situation just now.

"We have to treat his injuries first." Turning to look at the elves on the ground, Cenarius flashed the green light in his hand and the figure on the ground slowly floated up. Countless green lights gathered from all around and wrapped the elf boy in it. During the process, the green light slowly penetrated into the Elf boy's body. When all the green light disappeared, the wounds had disappeared without a trace, not even a trace of scar could be found.

"It's amazing. Is this the power of the forest demigod?" Malfurion looked enthusiastic and excited. Illidan and Tyrande also looked surprised.

"It's indeed amazing. What kind of magic is this?" Illidan looked at Cenarius with some interest.

"This is not magic, but the power of nature. It's getting late, and it's not a good idea for children of your grade to stay in the deep forest at night. Take that little guy to my temporary home as a guest. He will be there tomorrow You should wake up soon. I will introduce my family to you later." Cenarius smiled and made an inviting gesture.

"It's our honor." After saying that, Malfurion agreed without hesitation. Tyrande looked at Illidan with questioning eyes. Illidan looked at Malfurion and could only shrug and pick up the bag on the ground. The elf boy and Tyrande had no choice but to follow Cenarius's footsteps. Just as Cenarius said, night elves of their age should not stay overnight in the deep forest, even though they are called children of the night.

"Illidan, have you noticed that this elf looks different from us?" Tyrande was walking on the path in the forest boredly, and Tyrande turned his attention to the elf boy on Illidan's back. Because the thing happened suddenly, he didn't pay attention. After relaxing, Tyrande glanced at it and noticed the difference between the elf boy and other night elves.

"The ears and eyebrows are very similar to ours, but I didn't notice it. Apart from trolls, tauren, dwarves and those annoying goblins, aren't we the night elves in this world?" Illidan looked at him with some confusion. The elf boy on the back still said in confusion. In his opinion, this boy is obviously not one of the above races. Speaking of the goblin Illidan, he is still a little unhappy. He finally saved up the money to buy weapons but was cheated by a goblin businessman last time.

"No, that's not what I'm talking about. Pay attention to his skin color and body shape. There is a big gap between him and us, completely different from us." Tyrande frowned slightly and said.

"Listening to what you said, it's true. But the world is full of surprises. There's nothing surprising. Just wait until he wakes up and ask him," Illidan said with a nonchalant smile.

"Well, let's keep up. We're far behind them." Tyrande also smiled lightly and quickly followed Malfurion and Cenarius.

The tall trees are covered with green moss, and there are dwarf trees and unknown flowers of various colors under the trees, which are very beautiful. Cenarius didn't walk very fast, which allowed them to enjoy the beautiful scenery around them along the way. But even so, half an hour later they arrived at Cenarius' home, in a clearing in the forest. There is a beautiful small lake with several cabins on the edge of the lake. There are also a group of cute elf dragons flying around. These cute creatures are actually not real dragons. They are as big as lizards and have blue skin. With wings like butterflies, it is the only creature other than the green dragon that can freely communicate between dreams and reality.

"Oh Lilith, some guests have arrived. Come out quickly and meet some of the children I met today." Cenarius smiled and shouted to the hut. Soon a creature walked out of the hut. This creature had the head of a female night elf. , arms, and body, but the lower body is that of an antelope. Her emerald green hair is draped over her shoulders, and her eyes always reveal a gentle and peaceful gaze. After she came out, she first lowered her head to salute Cenarius, and then looked at Malfurion and the others with a smile.

"Hello everyone, my name is Lilith. I am one of my father's daughters. Nice to meet you." The voice was very sweet. Lilith introduced herself to several people generously, and then Cenarius introduced a few more to Lili. Silk.

"The fainted kid, I just used the healing technique to treat his wounds and he should still be sleeping for a while. After that, please take care of him, Lilith. Oh, and you go pick some wild fruits, let them do it today See the generosity of nature." Cenarius turned to Lilith and ordered with a smile on his face.

"Okay father, please give me the little brother on your back." Cenarius smiled and nodded to Illidan, who handed the elf boy to Lilith. Lilith nodded to Cenelius and saluted, then led the elf boy to quickly run to a nearby hut.

About half an hour later, Lilith came back with a large amount of wild fruits collected. The night elves usually collect and eat wild fruits, but even so, there were many that the three of them could not recognize. Then they had a sumptuous dinner, which of course they ate in the open space by the lake. Without Cenarius's ten-foot-tall body, those huts would never have been able to bear it.