The sun is fresh after the rain, and there is no stuffiness in the slightest. From time to time, a gentle breeze swept through the treetops, and the whole forest was in harmony and comfort. This dense forest is called the Felwood Forest, and the Night Elves live on the edge of this woodland. This clan has always been known for producing a large number of healing professions and moon god sacrifices, and has a considerable reputation throughout the Night Elf society, even among the upper elves.

Tall trees shade a lot of sunlight and the ground appears dark. Faintly, three Night Elves, two teenagers and a young girl, could be seen coming out of the bushes. Apparently only in their teens, the Night Elves' lives are nearly eternal due to the influence of the Well of Eternity. They are one year old every ten years, and if you follow human calculations, they are more than a hundred old monsters.

"Are you sure there really are demigods in the forest, my brother?" The black-and-blue-haired young man brushed away the thorns in front of him with his hand and said dissatisfiedly.

"I guess there is, I've heard the older elves say it." The green-haired boy scratched the back of his head and said honestly.

"Why don't we go back today, Malfurion? It's already far away from the camp, and if you don't go back, everyone will be worried. I've heard that there are a lot of wild beasts here, and they're very dangerous. The green-haired girl said timidly, as if she was a little worried about everyone's safety.

"Don't worry, Tyrande, I'll definitely protect you." The black-and-blue-haired young man patted his chest with a straight face and said categorically. Without the slightest hesitation. It was as if he would be in front of her first when a terrible danger came.

"Illidan, you know how to be strong!!" The green-haired girl's face darkened slightly, and she glared at Illidan, although she said so, listening to the black-haired boy's sincere words, she couldn't help but feel a trace of warmth in her heart.

The green-haired girl is called Tyrande. Yufeng is a trainee priestess. With long dark green hair reaching to his waist, he wears a white sacrificial robe, and his eyebrows are picturesque, although he is still young, he is already slim. The black-haired boy and the green-haired boy are twin brothers, and the black-haired boy is a younger brother named Illidan. Furious, green-haired is an older brother named Malfurion. Fury was born very strong, but it seemed that the younger brother was obviously much smarter than the elder brother, and he had more ideas in his eyes. Fury Wind is an upper-class elven family, but they don't have much influence or voice in the aristocratic circle of upper-class elves, just a small family. Tyrande? Tone with Malfurion? Fury and Illidan? Fury Wind grew up together as a childhood friend. A few days ago, Malfurion had heard several legends about a secluded forest demigod Cenarius. Despite the Night Elves society's loss of interest in nature, Malfurion has always had a deep reverence for the natural world. He told Illidan and Tyrande about the legend of Cenarius. The three Night Elves found the search for the demigods to be an interesting adventure, even though they shared their own people who did not believe in the existence of Cenarius.

"Alright then, let's look for it tomorrow." Malfurion habitually scratched the back of his head, looking a little unwilling, but he had no choice but to worry about the safety of his brother and Tyrande.

"Ah" At this moment, Tyrande screamed, and the angry wind turned around, and the brothers immediately turned back, and the two brothers were immediately stunned by the scene in front of them. I saw that a black crack more than 5 meters long suddenly appeared more than ten meters in front of me like a torn painting. Then a bloody figure was thrown out of the crack, and then the crack slowly disappeared into nothingness, as if it had never appeared, if it weren't for the fact that there was still a figure on the ground, they would have thought it was just an illusion.

"Oh! What do you think this is?" Illidan pointed to the figure on the ground, "It seems to be a young brother. Illidan was obviously more bold and walked directly in front of the figure. The Night Elves are a nation based on the belief of the moon gods, and they do not differ from the human armies in any rank, so they are referred to as "sisters" or "brothers".

"Be careful, Illidan." Malfurion, a little worried, hurried forward as his brother stepped forward.

"Come and see Tyrande, he looks like he's hurt." Illidan lifted him up, and the elf lying on the ground could clearly see that there was a long gash in his chest, and it was still bleeding. The elf looked to be about their age, with long silver hair, slender eyebrows, a delicate face, a sickly white skin that seemed to bleed excessively, and a short stature that looked thin compared to the Fury Wind brothers.

"The wound is so severe that I can only treat it briefly. He must be taken back to the camp. Tyrande crouched down and examined the wound and said with a frown, apparently she couldn't do anything about a wound like this as a priest.

"Then let's hurry back, I'll carry him." Malfurion looked at the young man's wound and said quickly.

"What people!" Illidan suddenly turned his head, took out his weapon, looked at a large tree, and shouted. "What's the matter, Illidan?" Tyrande and Malfurion heard Illidan's cry and immediately picked up their weapons, turning their heads vigilantly to look in the direction of Illidan's gaze.

"Isn't it good to be alert! Little ones. With the voice, a figure slowly stepped out of the shadows behind the tree, not a humanoid creature. He resembles a night elf on the upper body, but a stag on the bottom. It is about ten feet tall and is supported by four legs with raw hooves. Golden eyeballs, long moss-like hair that hangs down to the shoulders. His hair and beard were covered with leaves and twigs. On his head were two large and prominent antlers, which made his ten-foot body even taller, like a god and a demon.

"Don't be nervous, little ones. I have no ill intentions, I am a demigod who lives in this forest called Cenarius, speaking of which, I still have some relationship with your elven race, just now I felt the fluctuations in the space so I came to take a look. Cenarius said with a smile as he looked at the three little ones with cautious faces.

"You're a demigod!! Oh! Allow me to introduce my name to you, my name is Malfurion. Fury, the black-haired one is my younger brother Illidan. Fury Wind, the other is Tyrande. Whisper, the one on the ground is a brother we just met, we have heard of your name a long time ago" Malfurion looked at Cenarius with a fanatical expression, holding awe of nature, and the demigod of the forest, who had been looking for so long, suddenly appeared in front of him, and Malfurion was very excited in his heart. Illidan and Tyrande were a little hesitant on their faces, after all, they were not so fanatical about the demigods of the forest, and they had only come to find Malfurion for fun and curiosity.

"Can you tell me about what happened first?" Cenarius smiled slightly at the expressions of the three men. Malfurion's face was embarrassed, and then he immediately told Cenarius what had just happened.

"I've got to treat his injuries first." Turning his head to look at the elf on the ground, the green light flashed in Cenarius's hand, and the figure on the ground slowly floated up, countless green lights converged from all around, wrapping the elf boy in it, and the green light slowly drilled into the elf boy's body, and after the green light disappeared, the wound had disappeared without a trace, and not even a trace of scar could be found.

"It's amazing! Is this the power of the forest demigods?" Malfurion's face was frenzied and excited. Illidan and Tyrande were also surprised.

"It's amazing indeed! What kind of magic is this? Illidan looked at Cenarius with some interest.

"It's not magic, it's the power of nature. It's getting late! It's not a good idea for children of your grade to stay deep in the forest at night. Bring that little guy to my makeshift home, he'll wake up tomorrow. I'll introduce you to my family later," said Cenarius, smiling and making an inviting gesture.

"That's our pleasure." Saying that, Malfurion agreed without hesitation, and Tyrande looked at Illidan with inquiring eyes, and Illidan looked at Malfurion's figure and had to shrug his shoulders and carry the elf boy on the ground, and Tyrande had to follow in the footsteps of Cenarius, just like Cenarius said that the night elves of their age should not stay in the depths of the forest for the night, although they are called children of the night.

"Illidan, have you noticed that this elf doesn't look like us?" Boredom walking on the path of the forest, Tyrande shifted his attention to the elf boy on Illidan's back, he didn't pay attention to it because of the suddenness of the incident, and after this relaxation, Tyrande inadvertently glanced at it and observed that the elf boy was different from other night elves.

"The ears and eyebrows are very similar to ours, I don't see it. Except for trolls in this world? Minotaur? Aren't those annoying goblins our Night Elves? Illidan looked at the elf boy on his back with some confusion, and said in confusion. In his opinion, this young man is obviously not of the above races, and he is still a little unhappy when it comes to goblin Illidan, and he finally saved up the money to buy weapons, and cheated a goblin merchant last time.

"Nope! I'm not talking about that, you pay attention to his skin color and body shape. There is a big gap with us, completely different from us. Tyrande said with a slight frown.

"Hearing you say that, that's true. But the world is so big that there's nothing to be surprised about, just ask him when he wakes up! Illidan smiled disappreciatively.

"Hmmm! Let's keep up, it's far behind them. Tyrande smiled softly as he hurried after Malfurion and Cenarius.

The tall trees are covered with green moss, and the trees and unknown flowers of various colors are very beautiful. The Cenarius also didn't walk fast, which allowed them to enjoy the beauty of their surroundings along the way. But even so, half an hour later they arrived at the house of Cenarius, which was a clearing in the forest. There is a beautiful little lake, there are a few cabins right next to the lake, and there is a group of cute elven dragons flying around, these cute creatures are not really dragons, they have lizard-sized blue skin, and butterfly-like wings, they are the only creatures other than the green dragon that have the freedom to travel and between dream and reality.

"Oh! Lilith has a guest here, hurry up and come out to meet some of the children I know today. Cenarius smiled loudly at the hut and quickly stepped out of the hut a creature with the head, arms, and body of a female Night Elf, but the lower half of its body was an antelope. Her emerald green hair is draped over her shoulders, and her eyes always reveal a gentle and peaceful gaze. When she came out, she bowed her head to Cenarius, and then smiled at Malfurion.

"Hello everyone, my name is Lilith and I am one of the father and daughter, it is a pleasure to meet you." The voice was very sweet, and Lilith generously introduced herself to a few others, and then Cenarius introduced a few more to Lilith.

"That unconscious child, I just treated his wound with healing and should have to sleep for a while, so please take care of him Lilith. Oh! And you go pick some wild fruits, and let them see the generosity of nature today. Cenarius smiled and turned to Lilith.

"Good father, give me the little brother on your back." Cenarius smiled and nodded to Illidan, who handed the elven boy to Lilith. Lilith nodded to Cernelius and saluted, leading the elven boy to a nearby hut.

After about half an hour, Lilith came back with a large number of wild fruits, which the Night Elves usually collect and eat, but even so, many of them couldn't recognize them. Then they had a hearty dinner, of course in the open space by the lake. If it weren't for Cenarius' ten-foot-tall body, those huts would never have been able to bear it.

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