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"For me, it's a little hot. Benny wiped the sweat from his forehead, unfortunately, the Light did not have the effect of a constant temperature.

"I informed the Cenarion Council before I came, those druids should already be waiting for us, let's go. Tyrande patted the neck of the horned eagle, and the great bird of prey rubbed affectionately against the high priest's palm, and flitted its wings to fly south, and they would return to Astrana on their own, where the elven knights needed them.

Holding up the barrier of light with his mental power, Benny stepped onto the soft green grass, and he looked up at the huge shades that covered the sky and the sun, and before he crossed a mountain peak, where the sun was still shining, but here there was only the moon, and silver brilliance swayed down from the gaps in the trees.

There was a constant sound of rustling beneath your feet, and the grass here was covered with fallen leaves, but there was no smell of rot.

"It's the spell of the druids, and they're used to transforming the places they remember like emerald dreams. Tyrande saw Benny's curiosity. Malfurion had stopped this kind of behavior, believing that it was upsetting the balance of nature. But most druids don't see it that way, even though Malfurion is their mentor. ”

Benny nodded, knowing that Malfurion had also objected to planting Tydrasil.

"High Priest. The passing elves bowed deeply with solemn respect on their faces, for to them the High Priest was the spokesperson of the Goddess of the Moon.

The High Priest nodded in response, and gradually, no other elves were seen on the soft grass covered with fallen leaves.

"Druids like to be quiet, they always prefer to be alone---- they are actually sleeping. There was a hint of displeasure on Tyrande's face, because her lover always left her because of it, and they often couldn't see each other for hundreds of years.

Benny couldn't comment on this, those druids did a lot to protect the Emerald Dream, and most of the druids, including Malfurion, usually don't go directly to the Emerald Dream, they just let their souls enter there through sleep.

"It's here. Tyrande led the group eastward along the glimmering waters of the lake, passing through the cracked arch of ancient stone, stopping at a pavilion that seemed to have been carved out of trees, and to its right there was a large artificial pool, on which there was a building that looked like a small temple, and it had only four pillars, and in the center of the pillar shone a silver pillar of light.

In the wooden pavilion is a downward entrance to the crypt, and in the doorway stand two druids in brown leather armor, a night elf, and a minotaur.

"High Priest. The Minotaur's deep tone was like a thunderbolt, and his stout, tall body bowed, looking at Benny and the Holy Light Barrier behind him with a bull-like head. "All the Great Druids have arrived, and they are in the den next to Lord Fury. ”

Tyrande nodded, and led the group into the cave.

The cave was neither dark nor cold, illuminated by a crisp, soft silver moonlight, a gift from the pious priestesses.

It was slightly damp, but not uncomfortable, except for the roots of the trees that came in from all sides of the cavern that forced people to bend over at all times, and Benny had to carefully control the floating barrier of light to prevent them from igniting the roots.

"This is where the druids come into their dreams. As they walked past an altar-like place, Tyrande said as he looked at the candles that were still burning. "Unlike that friend of yours, the druids here all need some sort of ritual to enter the Emerald Dream, so they need a safe and secluded place, as its name suggests, a place where the beasts rest. ”

"Do I have to go through a ritual to enter the Emerald Dream?" Benny asked.

"Yes, but the ritual is very simple, not much more difficult than sleeping, it only takes half an hour. Tyrande said.

"Can't you use some kind of spell to let your body directly enter the Emerald Dream Realm?"

"All the Great Druids working together may be able to open a temporary portal, but no one but the Green Dragon can send themselves into the Emerald Dream alone, because the Green Dragon is the master of the dream, so they don't need to break the dream and the dream of reality, and we can't. Tyrande said, brushing away the tendrils on the top of his head, and the whiskers trembled, and let Tyrande tickle it with the touch he had just given.

"High Priest!" the cavern suddenly became wider, and they had stepped out of the corridor, where two Night Elf druids were waiting. "Lord Deerhelm is waiting for you. ”

Tyrande nodded, glancing back at Benny.

"Vandal Deerhelm is a different Grand Druid than Malfurion, there are a few other Daruids out there, we won't talk about anything else, just get straight to the point. ”

"I understand. Benny nodded.

The lair suddenly became a labyrinth, and Tyrande led the group through the cave for a long time before reaching their destination.

"High Priest. "A druid dressed in Pusho was standing in the doorway.

He was dressed more modestly than most of the Night Druids, with simple wooden shoulder pads that resembled beasts, which would have seemed a little rudimentary to the druids. The finger-opening braided handguard extends to the elbow, from where the underside of the wood is revealed. He walked barefoot, as if to show that he was one with Mother Nature. His waist was the only luxury, a buckle set with a great ruby, and an openwork ring hung from it, and a long fluttering bark wrapped around it.

"Is Malfurion alright?" Tyrande's voice was hoarse, and she couldn't hold back a moment to look at her lover.

"He is well taken care of by your priests. Vandal nodded. "It's just physical. ”

Tyrande nodded, silent for a moment.

"This is the High Lord of Lordaeron. Tyrande introduced. "He helped me arrest Illidan with Malfurion. ”

"Hello. The druid gave a graceful salute, his voice soft as the breeze. "I am Vandal Deerhelm, a Night Elf, Malfurion's apprentice, and the Grand Druid of the Cenarion Council. Vandal straightened up, his eyes sweeping over the mark on Benny's forehead, but it didn't stop.

"Benedict Smith, a human priest. Benny bowed slightly. (To be continued.) )