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In response to Malfurion's pleas for him to say more about the demigod of the forest, Simon simply said that he was tired, and went back to his room to rest with such a happy mood. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Looking out of the window of the room, the night was dark, but it was really lively outside, and you could faintly hear the noisy laughter in the distance.

Because the Night Elves' eyes can also see clearly in the night, most Night Elves prefer to be nocturnal, and there are only a few who rest at night like him and Malfurion.

In this way, Malfurion...... In the eyes of the Night Elves themselves, is it considered an alternative secondary two? I don't know what he will think after listening to his own words today. But it doesn't matter, the seeds have been planted, and if you irrigate them carefully, they will grow into towering trees one day.

This day won't be too long, after all, it's a doomed thing.

However, as soon as he thought that he had sown the seed that gave rise to the future Grand Druid Malfurion, Simon couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Thinking about it, Simon still fell asleep in a daze.

This time, instead of the familiar golden desert, the dream appeared in the dream, but a dense patch of trees and meadows.

As far as the eye could see, there were different shades of green everywhere, almost making Simon feel that he was colorblind.

"Where is this?" He asked subconsciously, and seeing that no one took care of him, Simon couldn't help but scream. "Dragon King, have you changed your decoration style?"

Still no one paid any attention to him. This frustrated Simon.

"Hey, although the desert looks lonely, I hate this kind of primeval jungle even more." Simon brushed aside the tree in front of him, carefully stepping over the thick roots that had jutted out of the ground, and muttered in pieces. "Dragon-kun, let's have a discussion - it's better to change back to the original style."

"I'm sorry, but what's the original style?" A gentle, magnetic voice sounded faintly behind him.

"Who's there!" A cold sweat broke out behind Simon's back - it wasn't the voice of the Dragon King.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Did it scare you? I have no ill intentions. The man who made the sound slowly stepped out of the woods. I didn't mean to hide it, but the trees were so thick that it frightened you. ”

It was a "man" who was more than two heads taller than Simon.

His upper body and right hand were the male appearance of the Night Elves, and his appearance was kind and even very handsome, his eyes shimmered with golden light, but there were two huge antlers sticking out diagonally from his forehead, and the antlers were decorated with verdant grape vines. His lower body is also in the form of a deer's four legs, and his left hand is not the Night Elf's hand, but a large claw made of what looks like a dry branch.

With such a distinctive feature, even Simon can guess the identity of the person in front of him no matter how stupid he is.

Cenarius!

Since it was Cenarius, it was self-evident where he was now.

Emerald Dreamland!

"Hello, Dear Cenarius." Simon saluted him, but couldn't help but be depressed: "How did I come to the Emerald Dream Realm?" ”

Cenarius returned the salute modestly and replied with a smile. "Because I feel my name being called by you—it's been a long time since a stranger has called my name, so I can't help but wonder who it will be."

This reason made the smile on Simon's face twitch a little. "How do you know it's me calling your name and no one else?"

Cenarius laughed, "For beings like us, a name is almost equivalent to a powerful summoning magic. Of course, only a sufficiently powerful or extremely devout call will resonate with me. ”

"Thank you for the compliment."

Simon was a little nervous—he was certainly not the most religious, so, in other words, was this a compliment of Cenarius on his strength?

"But why did you mention my name?" Cenarius continued.

"Because ......," Simon's eyes rolled. Because it's fate. ”

"Fate?" Cenarius looked slightly surprised. He laughed: "Fate is an impermanent tyrant, but even so people still yearn for his warmth. Your words make me more and more curious, young man. Can you tell me about what kind of fate you have brought me? ”

Simon put his fist to his mouth and coughed and cleared his throat. "Before we get down to business, I wonder what Cenarius thinks of the Night Elves?"

"Night Elves?" Cenarius touched his chin with his right hand, thoughtful. "Those little ones, though most of them are devout believers in Elune, are very good little things, but lately the Voices of Nature have been increasingly accusing some of them - too abusive for the arcane. This worries me a little as well. ”

It's good to be worried, but I'm afraid you're not worried.

Simon replied, "The Night Elves are becoming obsessed with arcane arts, and arcane is like an addictive poison to them. Over-reliance on arcane has alienated them from nature. ”

Cenarius nodded in approval. "Yes, that's the main reason why the forest demigods are reluctant to appear in front of the Night Elves right now. It is very incorrect for them to be complacent when they have mastered the fur of the arcane arts, and they have lost the reverence they should have for nature. ”

"So, as the kings of the forest, shouldn't you teach them to get close to nature and get rid of their dependence on arcane?"

Cenarius frowned and hesitated, "You have a point, they are like a group of children with big knives in their hands, and they don't understand how the weapons in their hands may cause harm to others and to themselves. But children are also stubborn and blind, and they do not listen to the well-intentioned persuasion of others. ”

Simon almost had thirty-two thumbs up for Cenarius' opinion - didn't the Night Elves die on their own? He knew history because he knew it, but Cenarius was able to see this at the time, which shows his amazing wisdom and vision.

"The Night Elves are a race, and even if most of the people in the race are ignorant and short-sighted, there will always be one or two wise and long-term people who will understand." Simon wasted no time in suggesting. "If a Night Elf preaches the right path to his people, it will certainly be easier for his people to understand and accept it than an outsider like you."

"I'll admit you're right." Cenarius smiled bitterly: "However, it is not so easy to find a disciple who meets my requirements in the vast sea of people. ”

Simon smirked. "That's why I said it was fate."

Cenarius's eyes lit up. "You're saying you have the right person?"

Simon nodded. "Not bad! His name is Malfurion. Raging winds. ”