After making a big fuss, Carl refused Yulong's retention, said goodbye to Yulong and flew north.

After spending a few days at the Qinglong Temple, and discussing the principles and uses of 'True Qi', Carl finally discovered that True Qi is actually more inclined to natural energy, and also has the property of healing wounds and harming enemies. Karl also came to his senses, whether it was the Holy Light or the True Qi. In the final analysis, it is energy, and the human body is also maintained by energy, so no matter what form of energy it manifests, there are specific ways to use it to achieve the effect of healing and harm.

With this figured out, Karl no longer struggled with the fact that he could only use light energy, and could not cast earth-shattering magic with a raised hand like an archmage. Carl felt that he still had a very deep potential to tap in the use of light energy.

Flying high in the air, the huge city below is full of people coming and going, a scene of peaceful and harmonious prosperous life. It's just that how long will this peace last? Karl is not a virgin, but he is not cold-blooded either, and the invasion of the Burning Legion seems to be an unstoppable wheel of history, and under this rolling wheel, it is unknown how many lives will be lost.

…………

Malfurion felt the leaves, branches, and roots of the tree slowly growing. He felt the eternal wisdom that transcended time, and that each tree and grass had its own unique form and life.

Unlike most upper-class elves who prefer to dress flamboyantly, Malfurion prefers to keep things low-key. A trench coat with a simple leather jacket and leather pants underneath, and a pair of high boots on his feet. Even his younger brother, Illidan, criticized him several times for his refugee-like attire.

His thin face was covered with long, dark green hair, and his face was a little narrow like a wolf. This is simply an outlier among the elves, and has even become the object of abandonment by everyone. He always questioned tradition, believing that the old and rotten were not necessarily the best. He even boldly accused Queen Esshara of 'losing her mind'. As a result, he lost many friends, except for his younger brother Illidan, and Tyrande, with whom he grew up, he could hardly find any other friends.

"You see?"

Illidan asked with concern. Unlike Malfurion, Illidan has dark blue hair and amber eyes, but his face is almost identical to Malfurion. As children of the stars, almost all Night Elves have silver eyes, so those who are born with amber eyes are considered destined to be great heroes among elves.

Illidan didn't like the new 'magic' his brother was learning, the magic that their teacher called 'druid'. Malfurion—Even their teacher had thought that Illidan would learn quickly. But the truth is the opposite, he often makes mistakes and cannot concentrate.

"I looked at the soul and heart of the tree." Malfurion seemed a little unsure, "And saw the soul of the whole forest?" ”

"Great!"

Tyrande clapped his hands excitedly, Malfurion and Illidan's teacher was a powerful demigod, and the magic he taught was full of vitality and vitality. But she had no intention of studying, and she had told Cenarius that she had devoted all her energy to Elune. And the moon god is an existence that even Cenarius has to bow down to.

"Nice progress!"

A huge figure parted through the dense jungle, obscuring the three elves, and Illidan's breathing became rapid.

Although Fario and Illidan were tall enough, when Cenarius, the king of the forest, stood in front of them, a feeling of oppression came over them.

The upper body of Cenarius had an elf-like body, and his slightly tanned skin shimmered with an emerald green sheen. He has wider shoulders and more developed muscles than his students. Looking down, the lower half of his body proudly resembles a strong stag, his tall body supported by four strong and powerful legs, and the potholed forest is like walking on the ground at the feet of Cenarius.

He approached Malfurion's side and gently patted his first formal student on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement. Under the green hair, two golden eyes looked at Malfurion appreciatively.

"You're all excellent, kids!" Cenario's voice was as loud as a waterfall in the mountains, and grass even grew on his beard on his chin and flowers. "Go back to your people, it will be good for you."

"Teacher......" Malfurion hesitated, glancing at Tyrande and Illidan as they stood up. You go first, I still have something to talk to the teacher about. We meet at the three-way intersection. ”

"We'll wait for you." Tyrande wanted to wait for him here.

"No, it won't be long."

"We ......"

"Good!!" Illidan interrupted Tyrande and scrambled to speak, pulling Tyrande's arm. "Leave him alone. Come, let's go, Tyrande! ”

Tyrande stared at Malfurion, who turned his head to the side to hide his emotions. It wasn't until the footsteps of Illidan and Tyrande had disappeared into the jungle that he straightened up, came to Cenarius, and fell to his knees on one leg.

"My teacher! I beg your pardon for the presumptuousness...... I...... I would like to ask a question. ”

"You don't need to be so restrained in front of me, my child." Cenarius chuckled, "Get up." ”

A soft, yet irresistible force forced Malfurion to straighten up.

"You have a lot of respect for me—much more sincerely than those who nominally propagate my theories."

Malfurion's head, which had been staring at the ground, lifted: "Will you teach us ......?"

"Is there anything the Night Elves have never learned?"

Cenarius laughed that the Night Elves' pioneering and adventurous spirit had allowed their entire race to rise rapidly, and they had already ruled almost all of the continent of Kalimdor. But Mount Hyjal in Cenarius was clearly outside the realm of elven domination, even though it was already surrounded by elven land.

There were so many legends about Cenarius that Malfurion once wondered what he was worthy of the great being to agree to be his teacher. He couldn't understand why the teacher would make such a worldly decision. But in any case, his teacher did not dislike the upper elves as he did with them, but taught them carefully.

"It's just you, Malfurion. You're the only one who really wants to learn from me. Cenarius said that the Malfurary scum did not see an expression of anger or disappointment on his face. Your brother is not subservient to me, and the priestess has given her body and soul to Elune. ”

"You are the first student who has the ability, the determination, and the ability to truly understand how to comprehend and harness the power of nature's memory. So every time I say 'you', child, it means you alone. ”

"Illidan, he's just...... He's just a little stubborn. He has that talent, teacher! As long as he changes his impatient habits, he will definitely be able to learn well! His eyes ......" Malfurion anxiously explained for his brother, who was reluctant to share Tyrande with him, but he did not want his brother to lose this rare opportunity.

"There was an ambition to conquer the world in his eyes." Cenarius affirmatively interrupted Malfurion's rebuttal, "He had only the desire for great power in his eyes, and not the good and measured use of them." The King of the Forest shook his head, "With me, I will never be able to meet his requests. But—"

Cenarius suddenly smiled: "You'll teach him, won't you?" Maybe what I can't do, you can do. ”

Malfurion's face darkened suddenly, and though it wasn't sarcasm, the tone of ridicule could be heard even by even the most stupid people. Indeed, he often forced Illidan and himself to learn the druid's natural spells, because he believed that this natural force was the power that the world needed most, not the destructive arcane energy. He hoped that his brother would understand his intentions, but the effect was not so ideal.

Cenarius didn't let the black-faced elf continue to embarrass him.

"Don't you have something to tell me?"

Malfurion woke up like a dream, a look of doubt and fear flashing in his eyes.

"I've been having the same nightmare lately! The great Cenarius. A terrible nightmare—" (To be continued.) )