Day and night in the forest are not too distinct, and Malfurion's schedule is reversed from time to time, so that there is no accurate standard for the passage of time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but Simon felt that he didn't seem to care.

Because of Malfurion's generosity, Tyrande's gentleness, hmm...... And Illidan's tricks to die, every time I don't know it, it's a new day.

Only when he finished solving a node and opened the map again to check the next magic node, he realized that he had already swept most of the map.

"Will there be an end to a pleasant journey?" Simon was suddenly reluctant to end such a journey.

But it is clear that the trajectory of fate will not change because of his expectations.

One morning, Cenarius was finally late.

Simon was the first to be woken up, rubbing his sleepy eyes and looking at where the sound came from, the first thing that caught his eye was Cenarius's stag-like slender hooves.

It's finally here.

When the day finally came, for some reason, Simon's heart was a little heavy.

Malfurion, Tyrande, and Illidan also woke up in shock, staring at the creatures in front of them in amazement.

Although the meeting was not in a dream, Cenarius was surrounded by the faint light of the morning sun, and the grapevines adorned with the antlers above his head were still shining with dewdrops, reflecting the sparkle of diamonds. His large hand swept away the branches that lay in front of him, and the steps of his four hooves were light and graceful, like a moving dance. He stepped forward and walked into the sight of the four, but it gave people the impression that he was really dreamy from the dream to the present world.

"Hello, forest travelers." Cenarius gracefully greeted his guests with open arms. "I am the guardian of this forest, you may call me Cenarius."

"Cenarius?"

When the legend did appear in front of him, Malfurion was not as excited as he imagined, he exchanged a suspicious look with his companions, and said with some uncertainty: "Are you the demigod of the forest, Cenarius?" ”

Cenarius smiled, "Yes, I am. Young man, Malfurion? I know you. I've noticed and been watching you since you entered my forest. You're good, unlike the upper elves who make me feel helpless. So, that made me decide to appear in front of you. ”

"Wait...... Wait a minute, how do you prove that you're the demigod and not a forest spirit who maliciously teases us? Illidan was the first to come to his senses, stammering in questioning.

Cenarius glanced at Simon, whose eyes stopped Simon from trying to come out and testify for him.

"You have a spirit of skepticism, and that's good." Cenarius took a few steps towards Illidan, a move that startled Illidan a little. Cenarius was more than half a body taller than Illidan, he lowered his head, his golden eyes looked at Illidan's amber eyes, and said gently: "What the eyes see may not be the truth, it is completely correct." ”

After speaking, Cenarius straightened up, his hands slightly open, and a faint fluorescent green oozing from his fingertips. "I ask nature to give our guests some strength to wash away the dust and fatigue they have suffered from all the way."

Cenarius snapped his fingers, and the greenery of his fingertips quickly surrounded the people in front of him.

"This ...... It's amazing. Tyrande looked at her hands in amazement, she felt that her body was light, and her previous sleepiness and fatigue were gone. As far as she knew, only the High Priest of the Moon Temple would have such abilities. And the man in front of him did it so easily.

"Rejuvenation?" Simon raised his arm slightly to confirm, there was a natural breath and the fragrance of life in the green magic. Although he couldn't use this kind of spell, he had accumulated so much knowledge in his head that he could tell the real name of the spell at a glance.

Cenarius bowed politely, as if he had finished performing an appreciative salute to his guests. "It's just the lowest level of recovery spells, see the smile. By the way - the forest spirits you just talked about, those are my children. ”

"Nature...... Oh, it feels so wonderful. Malfurion felt the power swimming through his body and exclaimed. I never thought that nature could have such power, which is completely different from the magical power we are used to. But I love this power even more. ”

His words fell into Cenarius's ears, and Cenarius' smile deepened.

Malfurion could not contain the excitement in his heart, and pleaded, "Lord Cenarius, please. Please let me learn from you. ”

Cenarius nodded, "Actually, I've been watching you Night Elves all along. But I see that most of you are addicted to the power of magic. In the long run, such actions can cause harm to nature. However, in the eyes of your Night Elves, I am an outsider, and whatever I say will be difficult to accept. Therefore it is my intention to seek among you Night Elves someone who can carry on my faith, so that he can go and spread my ways among your fellow citizens. And I'm ...... now I saw you guys. ”

"I'm sorry, Lord Cenarius." Tyrande interrupted Cenarius.

"What's wrong? Little girl. ”

Tyrande looked at him warily and asked, "Your path?" Are you a believer who wants to share with Elune? ”

Simon noticed that Tyrande's hand was tightly clenched on the hilt of the knife at his waist, a knee-jerk that Tyrande would only make when he was very nervous.

Cenarius kindly looked at Tyrande's attire, his gaze resting on the evening primrose ornament in her hair, and smiled.

"I think I understand what you're nervous about, Elune's lovely little priest. In fact you really don't need to be nervous, I'm not trying to share the devotees of the moon gods. Elune is the only true god, not only of your Night Elves, but of us demigods. We are all her believers. ”

At this point, Tyrande's shoulders relaxed, and his hand left the knife slightly.

Seeing this, Cenarius couldn't help but joke: "We are just trivial stars under the light of the moon god, only those who clamored to raise the throne to the sky and shine with the moon god...... I think you know what to do, right? But...... I'm afraid the knife is not enough. ”

Tyrande couldn't help but blush when he said that he had broken his heart.

Simon took the opportunity to gossip: "Cenarius, is it appropriate for you to make such a joke about your mother?" ”

"What?"

"Mother?"

"Did I hear me wrong?" Tyrande subconsciously pressed his hand on the hilt of the knife again.