Rise of the blood elves

"Father"

"Father"

Fandral Staghelm suddenly woke up from his sleep, gasping for air, subconsciously touching his chest and holding the sapphire pendant tightly in his hand.

Hold on tight.

Varastan, is that you?

Druids would not normally wear such jeweled accessories, but for the Archdruid, who assumed the responsibility of leading the Cenarion Circle while Mentor Malfurion slumbered in the Emerald Dream, this sapphire was The pendant has a special meaning.

He opened his hands, put the pendant in front of his eyes and stared at it.

The long-lost memory came to mind again. The seven-year-old Valastan's milky voice and childish face seemed to appear in Fandral's ears and before his eyes.

Little Varastan's face was dirty, and he spread his palms in front of his eyes, revealing two transparent blue rough stones inside. He was full of pride: "Dad, look what I picked up in the forest. , there were originally three, but I gave one to Leyana next door.”

Little Valastan pouted, his eyes wandering around the two gems, and finally took the largest one back, "This is for you."

At that time, Fandral Staghelm fondly touched his son's head, took the gem from his little hand, and asked: "What about the last one?"

"Leave the biggest one to your mother"

Fandral's next words were all choked in his throat.

Since his wife died in childbirth, he has devoted all his love to his son.He was both a stern father and a loving mother to his late wife, and had to struggle to maintain a balance between the two responsibilities amidst the busy official duties of the Cenarion Circle.

As he grew up, the white lie "Mom went to a happy place, where there was a lush forest that could not be compared to Moonlight Grove, and she was always bathed in the moonlight" was no longer enough to answer little Valastan's doubts. .

The little guy finally learned the truth about his mother's death, but to Fandral's surprise, little Varastan quickly recovered from his grief and became a warm-hearted child who helped him get out of the dark clouds of the past.

Every year on the anniversary of his wife's death, whenever he knelt down in front of his wife's tombstone, immersed in pain and unable to extricate himself, little Valastan would stroke his beard and comfort him: Dad, don't be sad, mom has gone to the most beautiful place in the world. place.

"Okay, let's go find mother." Fandral Staghelm sighed deeply and took his son to his wife's grave.

Later, the biggest gem was buried under the tombstone.Fandral invited the best jewelers to make a locket for his sapphire, hung it on his chest, and wore it close to his body for thousands of years.

Fandal watched with joy as his son grew from a child into an outstanding young man.Although Fandral was somewhat regretful that his son failed to become a druid, Varastan's excellence was unquestionable.

He possesses all the good qualities that are praised by others: caring for the weak, enthusiastic, helpful, brave and loving.Although he did not become a druid, he shared the same love for nature.

At Valastan's wedding to his childhood sweetheart Lyanna, all Fandral was thinking about was: when would he be able to have a grandson or granddaughter?

But he knows it's unlikely that this hope will materialize anytime soon.Nature is fair. It has given the night elves eternal life, so it will not let the night elves always experience the joy of welcoming new life.

But to Fandral Staghelm's surprise, Lyanna soon became pregnant, and Istaria was born soon after.

He has a granddaughter, and he has become one of the few night elves who has the opportunity to care for the next generation.

But this joy did not last long.

1000 years ago, Fandral, who was responsible for the great druid at that time, wanted to find a way to restore the vitality of Silithus, so he ordered his son to lead a team of druids to Silithus for investigation and research.

In fact, this decision was also taken under the influence of Varastan.

"Father, the Cenarion Circle should not only focus on the land where the night elves live. Just like you ordered people to plant branches of Nordrassil all over the world 500 years ago to clean up the contamination of Saronite, you We should pay more attention to the south of Kalimdor. There is a desert where no grass grows. Silithus is dying. We have the responsibility and obligation to restore life there. Father, please help the creatures there."

At that time Varastan's young face was full of pleading.

Feeling his son's love for nature, Fandal was very pleased, "Then go, you are right, my son."

A year later, terrible news came back from Varastan: The sleeping bugs in Ahn'Qiraj had awakened and came out in force. If their progress was not stopped, they would eventually sweep across Kalimdor.

Under the instruction of his mentor's lover, Tyrande Whisperwind, one of the night elf leaders, Fandral formed a powerful force and went to Silithus and personally commanded it, intending to eliminate the threat of the Exterminators in one fell swoop.

This is the beginning of the Battle of Quicksand.

The battle was extremely fierce, but under his command, the night elves' army still defeated the insect men step by step.

Until the bugmen captured Valastan and tore him to pieces in front of Fandral Staghelm's eyes.

Fandral clenched the pendant tighter, his palms trembling from the excessive exertion, and the sharp edges of the pendant struck his hands.

It hurts in my heart.

Later, with the help of the dragons, the Qiraji were forced back to Ahn'Qiraj and sealed behind the Beetle Wall. The Battle of Quicksand ended in victory.But Fandral Staghelm had no joy of victory at all, because his heart was buried forever in Silithus, the place where his son died in battle.

For the next 1000 years, he used work to numb himself, trying to forget the horrific scene.But no matter how many pieces of land were revived, they could not dilute the sadness in his heart.

In his sleep, he would relive his son's death over and over again.

When the insect general's giant claws slowly tightened, the trembling cry of pain that came from Varastan's clenched teeth would always reveal the scars in Fandral's heart over and over again.

They all said that Varastan had become his nightmare.Malfurion was also worried about the fact that he was becoming more and more haggard, and asked him to try to calm his mind before going to bed, and to take some sleeping herbs if necessary.

But in recent years, the dream has changed. Varastan no longer howls in pain, but softly calls his name.Whenever he followed the sound, he cleared away the fog anxiously, hoping to see his son's face again in a dream, but in the end he would find nothing.

Got nothing.

Varastan, why do you always appear in my dreams but never let me take a look at you?

Son, if you can come back to me, I am willing to pay any price.

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Fandral Staghelm let go of his right hand that had been marked, and let out a long sigh.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating this "lifeless" room.To the night elves, this kind of house made of bricks and stones, no matter how gorgeously decorated it is, is lifeless because it is isolated from nature.

However, these human mages were very attentive to their guests. In order to make the members of the night elf envoy feel comfortable, they placed a lot of green plants in the room.

Fandral could tell that the marble flower bed at the end of the bed had been built not long ago, and the flowers in it had just been planted. The whole house was filled with the fragrance of earth after rain.

Apparently, someone had given the plants plenty of water just before Fandral moved in.

Including the food for the past few days, which were carefully prepared delicious vegetarian food and fruits, everything made the ambassador of the Night Elf Mission feel valued and respected.

These young races always like to do this.

For night elves, especially elders like Fandral or Malfurion who have lived for tens of thousands of years, as long as they hear the words "Burning Legion", there is absolutely no possibility of sitting idly by.

Druids will not sit back and let the world be corrupted by demons again, nor will the night elves who grew up under the light of Elune.

Just as he was about to get dressed and get out of bed, he heard someone knocking on the door: "Arch Druid, there is a blood elf asking to see him. He claims to be the deputy envoy of the blood elf envoy."

Fandral couldn't help but frown. He had heard human mages talk about the tragedy that happened to the Quel'dorei relatives. In order to commemorate the blood of their compatriots, they now call themselves blood elves in the name of Sin'dorei.

Like most night elves, Fandral did not have a good impression of these "relatives". He hated magic and even more disgusted with these former highborne. They were too conceited 7000 years ago and were extremely irresponsible to the world. Their attempt to use magic again despite the Druids' ban would eventually attract the attention of the Burning Legion again and put Azeroth in danger.

So they were exiled.

Even more infuriating is that Dath'Remar stole a well of eternity from Illidan's guards and used it to create a new source of magic.

Although the world is developing and times are changing, they have found ways to suppress the fluctuations of magic and can safely use arcane magic without being noticed by demons. The young race of humans has also mastered magic under their teachings. Arcana, the world uses arcane magic in a safe way

But no matter what, Fandral just didn't like them.

I don't like them all.

However, this disgust will not exceed the sense of responsibility to defend the world. If the Burning Legion really comes to this world again, the night elves must once again unite with the young race to deal with its threat, just like they did 1 years ago.

"Okay, I'll be down right away." Fandral responded.

Five minutes later, the neatly dressed Archdruid walked down the stairs and appeared in the living room on the first floor.

The blood elf was sitting on the chair in front of the fireplace. He was wearing a bright green robe that was very in line with the aesthetics of the night elves. He looked very pleasing to the eye.

As soon as the blood elves saw Fandral, they stood up and saluted, and said respectfully: "The blood elf deputy envoy and royal advisor Angmar Morningstar, greets you, respected archdruid."

"Explain your purpose."

Fandral waved his hand, motioning for the young man in front of him to sit down, and he also sat on the soft seat opposite him, facing him.

One o'clock in the afternoon is usually the time for the night elves to sleep and rest. Although the blood elves look very pleasing to the eye, it is very rude to visit at this time. Fandral is very polite without showing the slightest displeasure.

"Arch Druid, I know it is very unethical to visit so rashly, but please understand our family's urgent need. After the destruction of the Sunwell, the forest of Quel'Thalas is dying. Please help survive in that land. Let’s save all the creatures.” The young blood elf’s face was filled with sincere sincerity.

Fandral Staghelm stared at the blood elves, his cold face gradually softening.

He felt a hint of natural power in the blood elves. As a druid, he could tell the tendency of this natural force, just like a mage could tell whether the arcane energy was stable. Be grumpy or peaceful.

This force of nature showed tolerance and kindness, which made Fandral naturally think of Nordrassil. Although the two were completely different, they still made him feel very comfortable.

Comfortable enough to ignore the arcane energies entangled with the forces of nature.

"Arch Druid, I beg you in my personal capacity. Maybe the Cenarion Council of your noble race does not like my race's application of arcane magic, but please listen to the cry of nature. The forest is dying. Please help survive there. The creatures on the land," the young man said when he saw that Fandral had not spoken for a long time and stood up again.

Fandral Staghelm stared blankly at the young blood elf.

"Silithus is dying. We have the responsibility and obligation to restore life there. Father, please help the creatures there." Varastan's voice and smile appeared in his heart again.

This tone

Really like ah.

In a daze, the face that had long been lost in the long river of time seemed to coincide with the blood elf in front of him inadvertently.

All dissatisfaction and disgust dissipated. Fandral sighed, turned his gaze to the burning fireplace, and said, "Then let's talk about the current situation in Quel'Thalas in detail."