Chapter 619 35. Tearing Your Face

The roar of Staghelm in the den made the other archdruids look at each other.

As the leaders of the Cenarion Council, these Archdruids have all participated in the War of the Quicksand, and they are also aware of the "grievances" between the Staghelmet and the Qiraji. Witnessed how Staghelmet's only son, Vastanen, was torn to pieces by the tyrannical Bug General in front of the Kaldorei army.

Frankly speaking, it was an out-and-out tragedy.

No one believes that the deer helmet can forget the terrible disaster indifferently, but in the next 1000 years, the deer helmet has indeed fulfilled its mission very well, as if that incident never happened, but everyone knows, The Qiraji is one of the taboos of the Staghelmet Archdruid, and no one will take the initiative to mention this word in front of him.

And now, although the deer helmet said that he is very calm, no one who still has a rational existence will think that this is true... The deer helmet has obviously been controlled by personal emotions, and even those emotions are still affecting His thinking, from the fact that he is so eager to participate in the upcoming war between the human empire and the insects, may be able to see that the deer helmet is not normal.

In terms of the overall civilization characteristics of the night elves, this attitude of actively seeking war is an abnormality in itself.

"It's affecting you, Buckhelm."

The roar of Fandral Staghelmet did not shut up the archdruid of inheritance, Elothir, the ancient tree of knowledge. This treant lacked understanding of the emotions between life, and any judgment it made was based on The plant life's indifferent character and judgment on the facts, in the view of this heritage archdruid, Fandaral Staghelmet at this time obviously lacks reason.

So even under the ferocious gaze of the deer helmet, it still said frankly:

"The anger is clouding your judgment, Buckhelm, it's making you less wise, listen to me, you need to rest now... We will continue to discuss the war between humans and insects, and, I think, based on The importance of this matter, we need to recall Malfurion and Tyrande from the front line, their opinion is very important."

"Tyrande has no idea how to lead our people!"

Staghelmet's voice was full of contempt for the High Priest of the Moon. He looked at the three Archdruids in front of him. In thousands of years, it was the first time he expressed his inner thoughts so bluntly. The fire of anger It was indeed burning his reason, but the archdruid's state at this time seemed to be in anger and calm at the same time, and he was making a final excuse for himself.

"I'm not trying to hurt people, my brothers, think about it with your wise thinking, the battle of Satyr 9000 years ago, the departure of the high elves 7000 years ago, the conflict between her and the watcher, and The war of quicksand 1000 years ago, when our people were threatened by terror, I have never seen her on the battlefield... She is kind and rational, but what the people need is not kindness, what the people need is protection !"

"Under the "wise" leadership of Tyrande, our allies in ancient times, the bearmen, wild boars and other demigods of the wilderness, left us one by one. I know that the responsibility for these things is not It's her, but when those allies left, she, as the leader, did not make any effective retention... In her heart, sincerity to the moon god is everything, but we all know... To protect us, we must We have to do it ourselves."

"Tyrande is not a qualified leader, and Malfurion, that is my mentor."

Buck Helm said softly:

"Nature's care for him makes everyone envious, but it is a pity that Malfurion is addicted to communicating with dreams. For thousands of years, he has no time to lead us...he loves His wife, his thinking will be influenced by his wife."

"I know, we need time to discuss this matter, this matter is very important, but we don't have much time left... The worms will attack humans at any time, and they don't know anything about the worms Once the humans are defeated, the entire central part of Kalimdor will completely fall into the hands of the insects, and Tyrande transferred the garrison of Feathermoon Fortress back to Ashenvale..."

"Everyone!"

Lu Helmet clenched his fists, and his inner anxiety raised his voice several degrees:

"Even if not from a human point of view, just from the Kaldorei's own point of view, the Cenarion Fortress, which hangs alone in the center of the Silithus desert, is in urgent need of assistance. The druids and guards there face the insects. People don't have the strength to fight back, and Feathermoon Fortress...there is extremely empty, we must immediately strengthen the defenses of those two places...for our own people!"

"I agree with Buckhelm's suggestion."

Arch Druid Shaun Moonclaw turned his head to look at his companions, and said:

"Leaving aside other things, since the insects have started their activities, Cenarion Fortress really needs to strengthen its defenses. We have all experienced the battle of quicksand, and we all know how fast the insects will multiply once they start an all-out war. Together with the several large insect nests that have been identified in the Silithus Desert, we must immediately start exterminating them."

"I agree."

Koda Steelpaw nodded, but she quickly asked another question:

"But the druids in Moonglade and Mount Hyjal are currently concentrated in Ashenvale and Felwood, and we don't have enough power to mobilize."

"We have!"

Lu Helmet watched his companions begin to consider the course of the war, and he immediately said with confidence:

"We still have enough druids in Val'sharah in the Broken Isles, as well as apprentices who have been trained for several years in the Dreamgrove, and there are some raptor druid squads in Mount Hyjal, and in the Barrens.. .Our slightly eccentric companions, the arch druid Naralex and his followers, I heard they trained enough newcomers in that cave, that is also a force to be mobilized."

"If these are not enough, then we can also ask the watchmen for help. The loyalty of those brave jailers to the race cannot be questioned, and they will also be willing to join this war."

"You're very thoughtful, Buckhelm."

The Archdruid of Heritage appreciates the idea of ​​a staghelm, but then it says:

"But you should not have forgotten that to mobilize the druids in Valshara, you need the permission of the Forest God. Your Excellency Cenarius is currently supervising the battle in Ashenvale. Maybe we can wait until they come back."

"Sorry guys, I'm late."

As soon as the tree man finished speaking, a storm crow with scattered antlers flew into the animal den. Under the transformation of natural magic, the body of Archdruid Malfurion appeared in the animal den. , he looked very tired, and the moment he appeared, the four arch druids bowed their heads to Malfurion one after another, which was the druids' respect for the leader of the Cenarion Council.

As a direct disciple of the forest god and one of the originators of the druid sect, Malfurion Stormrage rightfully enjoys this kind of respect.

"I learned about the appearance of Qiraji in the territory of the human empire at the front line, and I rushed back as fast as possible."

Malfurion said to the others:

"I have already obtained the permission of the instructor. We can mobilize some of Val'sharah's guardians, but the number cannot exceed 4,000."

"4000 people?"

Deer Helmet's voice of doubt sounded:

"Malfurion! You have also experienced the battle of quicksand! 4000 people can't even fill the defense of Cenarion Fortress! That's a drop in the bucket."

The other archdruids also nodded, but Malfurion let out a long sigh:

"This is something that can't be helped, everyone. Out of caution, I have been hiding something from everyone... The situation in the Broken Isles is also unstable recently. A large number of demons have appeared in Stormheim, and there are several Vrykul tribes Has become a follower of the devil, Highmountain is in chaos, the devil is attacking those local tauren, Valsharah is adjacent to the High Forest, and our holy place is also threatened."

These words made the archdruids frown, and the legacy archdruid Elothir who had been staying in Valshara also nodded, proving that what Malfurion said was true.

For the Druids, their holy land is the Emerald Dream, the demiplane known as the Dream of the World, but during the Elven Empire period, the Druids felt the perfection of the Emerald Dream, and they found a harmonious world in this world. The node connected by the Emerald Dream, the land named Val'sharah, reshaped the local environment according to the shape of the Emerald Dream, so Val'sharah became another sacred place for druids in the process of development.

It is said that Malfurion Stormrage, the most powerful mortal druid, was trained as a druid in Val'sharah.

"What about the Watcher?"

Lu Helmet was very disappointed, but he still asked solemnly:

"Should the Watcher always be able to spare people? We need the detection ability of the Watcher to grasp the movements of the insects."

"Sorry, Buckhelm."

Malfurion looked at his first disciple, he said with some regret:

"I can understand the grievances between you and the worms, but this time, you have to be patient first. The demons in Ashenvale and Felwood Forest are planning an attack on Mount Hyjal recently. The frontline also needs the surveillance of the watchers, the Sentinel Legion We are ready for the final battle."

The archdruid did not see the surprise, disappointment, pain, and final anger and paranoia in Staghelmet's eyes. He was still cheering up the other archdruids:

"Believe me, everyone, the war between us and the demons will be over soon, and after the demons are cleaned up, we will use all our strength to fight against the qiraji, and the end of the quicksand war will not be repeated. We won't lose any more..."

"Enough! I've heard enough of this kind of lies!"

Staghelmet raised his head, a blazing flame burned in his eyes, he looked at his mentor, the person he respected the most, he looked at the other archdruids, he backed away slowly, he bit gritted his teeth and said:

"I once failed to protect my son, failed to protect my family, failed to do what a parent must do, and must do well. After Vastan's death, I could not get rid of my Frustration...I was in pain, and I swore at that time that I would never let the worms take any of my compatriots...I would never let my compatriots suffer like this again."

"Now, I am going to fulfill my original oath, but you...you don't care about it, you are watching our compatriots die...Master, Malfurion...perhaps, this It's the real you."

"You are untrustworthy, full of lies, blind to threats, obsessed with past disasters... How long will the war in Ashenvale last? How long will our people last? Those are the Qiraji! Those are the enemies we fought against, how fast they reproduce! Don't you know how dangerous they are?...You are all blind!"

"You are unwilling to take responsibility, those comrades who trusted us, those warriors who persisted in the desert for thousands of years, you just gave up... very good, very good!"

"hum"

A pulsating green light trembled on Staghelmet's body, and in an instant, the archdruid turned into a huge Stormcrow, staring at him with bird eyes, trying to persuade his companions, He screamed:

"I have been contradicting myself between saving and protecting. I have been looking for a reason to break with you indecisive guys... Now I have found it!"

"If you don't save them...I will!"

"The tragedy of Valstein will never happen again. I will use my own way to protect my people! Goodbye..."

"farewell!"

"boom"

The wooden Cenarion emblem was thrown on the ground of the den. The staghelmet let out a scream, flapped its wings, and disappeared in front of Malfurion and the archdruids in a blink of an eye. There was a dead silence in the den until Malfurion stepped forward and picked up the quaint emblem from the ground.

On the back of the badge, there is the name of "Fandar Staghelmet" written in Salas language.

Malfurion didn't know why Staghelmet made such a decisive decision at this moment, but he could vaguely guess that it was probably related to Staghelmet's son who died 1,000 years ago. 1,000 years have not been healed by time. Fandral Staghelmet, his first disciple, may have lived in great pain every day during these thousand years.

"We...we lost him completely."

Malfurion clenched the badge in his hand, and he stood up. At this moment, the arch druid's body staggered. He looked at the empty sky in front of him, and a deep look shone in his eyes. Sadness and worry.

"Staghelm...what is it that made you... so disappointed in your companions? Is it really just because of Valstein?"