Tales of the Highborne

"You, you shouldn't be here." He glanced at Brooks and muttered.

"I came with him, I don't need your permission." Brox misunderstood his words, thought they were provocative, pointed at Malfurion and frowned.

Malfurion frowned as he looked at the figure in the flowers. He was not sure what race this flaming-haired stranger belonged to. The stranger shook his head, walked towards Malfurion, and finally stood hesitantly on the edge of the flowers. He glanced at the flowers curiously, then turned to look at Brooks: "This is not your time, you shouldn't be here at all."

Malfurion quickly prepared some spells. He felt that this unknown creature did not seem very friendly to them. In his opinion, Cenarius's druid teachings were always more effective than the magic of strangers.

Suddenly there was thunder in the sky and the usual breeze suddenly turned into a squally wind. Brox and Malfurion were blown back a few steps by the wind. The wizard himself was almost swept away by the wind when a strong force pulled him away from the periphery of the wreath.

"Who is running wild in my territory?" Cenarius's voice came like thunder<.

Not far from the flower fence, the strong wind picked up leaves, dust and other small things, forming a whirlpool. This small vortex quickly grew in size, and at the same time, the rolled up leaves and dust were solidified into a tall shape. The wind waited for a while before it calmed down. Cenarius stepped forward and looked at Malfurion and the others.

"My expectations for you seem to be higher." Cenarius said gently to the night elf, "But these are strange times." He looked at Brox, "And it seems to be changing every moment. It gets weirder and weirder.”

The orc roared provocatively at Cenarius, and Malfurion quickly silenced him: "This is the king of the forest, the demigod Cenarius. Moonshadow is the one I want to bring you to meet him, Brox .”

Brooks calmed down a little, then pointed at the turbaned mage and asked, "Then that one is also a demigod."

"This is a difficult problem." Cenarius replied, "And you are looking forward to another side of the same person." Cenarius added toward the figure in the circle: "You have recognized this new friend, right? Ronin."

The man in the robe said nothing.

The demigod shook his head in disappointment: "I have no intention of hurting you, Luo Ning, but there are already too many people outside who are troubled. You and your missing friend still have this."

"Brox," Malfurion reminded.

"His name is Brox," Cenarius corrected. "It's another creature I've seen before. How did he get here? My student, I guess you can tell me a story, a command. A story that troubles people.”

Malfurion nodded and began to tell the story of how they rescued the orcs, sparing no detail in the process.

"You mean Yueying went to Aissalin to find answers?" Cenarius couldn't help but frowned.

"He is Azshara's only disciple. I don't think anything unexpected will happen to him. And he said he would come to Moonlight Grove to join us soon." Malfurion looked at Cenarius and replied slowly.

"Let's talk about this next time." Cenarius suddenly walked past Malfurion and Brox and walked into the jungle. Around the swamp, the branches of the trees suddenly began to shake violently. "Time is what we lack right now. You'd better be prepared, and you, friend Ronin."

"I" asked the mage.

Who is he, teacher?" Malfurion could clearly feel the anger of the tree. The sky under the moonlight was filled with thunder and lightning again. A shadow was cast on Cenarius's face, which made Malfurion feel sorry for him. The teacher is worried.

The King of the Forest spread his arms as if to embrace something that no one else could see: "We will be attacked, and even I won't be able to protect you."

The solitary hell beast followed a trail that neither the animal nor the knight could detect. Instead of smelling prey, it follows some kind of magic. Like a lot of blood and flesh, the energy provided by sorcery and magic is a sustenance thing. Like any of their species, hellbeasts always show a voracious appetite for magic.

The elves will not pay attention to the magic of the oak guard, but the devil will. It eagerly grasped the motionless prey, and its terrifying tentacles quickly stretched out and struck against the thick trunk. Oak fought with all his might against this unexpected enemy. The roots were looking for the Hell Beast's hand and tried to wrap around it, but the Hell Beast avoided it. Branches fell from high places one after another, beating uselessly against the thick skin of the hell beast. In the midst of this futility, a strange, sharp sound emanated from the oak tree, which quickly grew louder than most living beings could imagine. At this time, the hell beast made a great sound of pain. The demon wanted to bury its head with its claws, but it didn't want to let go of the oak tree. So, the two thoughts struggled with each other

In the end, the devil proved that it was strong. The oak tree gradually exhausted its inherent magic power and slowly withered away. Finally, like the moon guardian, it successfully fulfilled its responsibility of guarding the intersection for thousands of years and was killed.

The Hellbeast shook his head and sniffed the scent in front of him. Its tentacles stretched forward eagerly, but the demon himself remained rooted to the spot. After it swallowed the magic power of the oak tree, its body grew to twice its original size. Afterwards, the transformation of the body takes place. A deep black light completely enveloped the hell beast. Inside, the hell beast was struggling and twisting in various directions, as if trying to escape from its body.

In constant attempts and struggles, the hell beast's transformation gradually took shape. One head, two heads, three, four, then a fifth. Each head was so tense that it was pulled out little by little. After the head comes out, pick up

First is the thick neck, muscular shoulders, and then the strong torso and limbs.

Under the influence of magic, the hell beasts were tied together. This great power temporarily weakened each demon, but within seconds, they recovered. The wisdom that contains power and energy guides them.

As a group, the hell beasts attacked the swamp.

Hell beasts gallop through the enchanted forest. As the aura of magic became stronger and stronger, their suckers stretched higher and higher. Hunger and mission drive them, causing them to roar, seemingly venting their eagerness.

But when one of the hellbeasts tried to reach over the fallen tree trunk, the branches of another tree bent down and wrapped around its legs. Another hell beast was walking and found that its claws suddenly sank into the muddy ground. The third hell beast was hit by a sprouting thorn bush, and its razor-sharp spikes penetrated into the demon's hard flesh, causing it great pain.

The forest came back to life and began to protect itself and its owners. The five giant monsters began to falter, but they did not give up. Giant claws tore through the branches that entangled them, tearing branches from the trunks. Another hellbeast dragged his companion back to the hard ground when he was about to sink in. Hunger and anger make the hell beasts that are stabbed by thorns desperately avoid, but this will only make them bleed everywhere.

Hounds do not reject their prey

"Teacher, what are they?"

Cenarius looked at his students, and there was no blame in his fiery eyes: "The hounds you mentioned followed you here."

"It's impossible to follow. There's only one left there, and he's also..." They did encounter a hellhound when they were passing through Felwood. In order to hurry up, Malfurion used the "Prison of Thorns" to control it. They continued towards Moonglade.

Brooks interjected, his deep throat voice making people uncomfortable: "These hell beasts, they are dark magical creatures. I saw that as long as they absorb enough magic, they can change from one to many."

"A good friend and a competent guard." Cenarius said, looking at the dense forest in front of him again, "He has older and more powerful magic, but it will only make him easier to be targeted by these dark creatures. superior."

The orc nodded and said: "Now that one has become many." He instinctively touched his back, but his beloved battle ax was not there. "I don't even have any weapons anymore."

"You will be equipped soon. Find a branch that is about the same length as a battle axe. Malfurion, follow me."

Brooks quickly obeyed the order. He gave Cenarius and Malfurion a thick tree trunk, and Cenarius asked him to place the trunk in front of Malfurion.

"Kneel before it, my student, and you kneel too, champion. Malfurion, place your hands on the trunk, and Brox's palm rests on top of yours." As they did so After that, the King of the Forest ordered: "Now, warrior, don't think about anything in your mind, just think about your weapon. Just think about the weapon and time is the key issue. Malfurion, you must let go of your mind." , let his thoughts flow into your heart. I will give you further guidance when the time comes."

The night elf did as he asked. He cleared his mind as his teacher had taught him earlier, and then established a connection with the orcs. Immediately a powerful force entered his mind. Malfurion initially resisted the power, but then he became calm. He accepted Brox's ideas and allowed the weapon he wanted to take shape.

You see the weapon, comes the voice of my student Cenarius, can you feel it, its appearance and lines?

Malfurion did feel it. He also felt the relationship between the orc and the weapon. It was not just a simple tool, but a real extension of the warrior's body.

Put your hands on the wood and keep the image in your mind. Follow what comes naturally to you and transform it into the shape you want.

The night elf's fingers began to roam the trunk, and Brox's hand rested on top of his. Suddenly, the wood softened and then changed shape.

Under his guidance, a bladed ax appeared, made entirely of oak. Looking at the axe, Malfurion was extremely satisfied. It's great to be able to create such a real ax that is almost identical to the one he lost when he was hunted.

Malfurion was nervous for a moment, but only orcs should be nervous, and he probably wouldn't be. So I quickly pushed back this emotion. He focused all his attention on the last bit of the curved handle and sharp blade.

Mission accomplished, Cenarius interjected, come back to me.

The night elves and orcs separated from each other. They stared into each other's eyes, just for a moment. Malfurion wondered if Brox had experienced some thoughts of his own. But this green-skinned creature seemed to have no reaction.

Between the two of them lay a smooth, shiny recreation that Brooks longed for. But Malfurion doubted whether such a weapon could withstand a hit.

The King of the Forest stretched out his hand, and suddenly the ax passed between them. Cenarius studied the weapon carefully with his golden eyes.

"Let it protect its master forever. Let it fight for life and justice forever. Let it help its master become strong, and in turn, let the master make it stronger." As he spoke, a layer of blue surrounded the axe. Surrounded by light. This blue light was implanted in the oak, adding brilliance to Malfurion's creation.

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