"You mean the King of the Jungle, Cenarius?" Malfurion was amazed that this human from the Eastern Kingdom knew about Cenarius.

Mediven nodded, looking at the current Azeroth, the only force that can fight against Akmund is Cenarius. In fact, Azeroth has many powerful powers, the ancient gods, the guardians left by the Titans, and the five-colored dragons, but during this time period, they are either dormant or have greatly reduced their strength.

The only hope of the Kalimdor coalition and the Cenarion Council fell on the demigod, Cenarius.

As the son of Elune, the god of the moon, and Malorne, the Warden of the Way, his power should not be underestimated.

Malfurion agrees with the human that Cenarius is indeed the last hope.

However, such an idea is not just thought of by Medivan. Cenarius was also aware.

Soon, a faint green shadow appeared in the Cenarion Council Chamber. This shadow was none other than the demigod Cenarius.

Malfurion had great respect for Cenarius, who was his teacher after all.

"Long time no see, dear teacher." Malfurion respectfully greeted Cenarius. Not only Malfurion, but also the surrounding druid elders bowed to Cenarius. The King of the Jungle, who once bestowed many favors on the Night Elves.

"No, Malfurion, I'm here this time. I just don't want to snub the guardians of Azeroth. Cenarius set his eyes on Medivan. Generally speaking, Cenarius's eyes, although gentle, reveal an indescribable coercion. However, Medivan seemed unusually calm.

Medivin knew that the half of his body knew nothing about his own history. However, Medivan knew that the purpose of his visit was to save the world, and if he wanted to save Azeroth, he had to take a single measure.

"The future of Azeroth, King of the Jungle, is in your hands." Medivin didn't want to beat around the corner, and the perfect ending of this battle was that Cenarius and Akmund would die together.

Cenarius seemed to know his fate, and he didn't seem so flustered by Medivan's words. As a demigod, his duty is to guard the Eastern Kingdoms and guard Azeroth.

"Guardian of Tirisfar, tell us how to do it." Cenarius asked calmly.

"Absorb the energy of Nodashir, summon the ancient soul, use the body of a demigod as a carrier and medium, and die with Akmund." Madison uttered the prophecy word for word.

Many of the druids here whispered to such words. This human from the Eastern Kingdoms is not alarmist? He even sent the demigods to die with Akmund.

Cenarius listened to Medivan's words, but smiled. That seemed to be the answer he wanted.

"You're right, Guardian of the Continent. This is indeed the last hope. ”

Medivan bowed deeply to Cenarius, and said meaningfully, "Azeroth will have another difficult moment, and you will come back." ”

Cenarius shook his head and said lightly, "I hope I never come back." Hopefully, Azeroth will be able to settle down for a long time. ”

Medivan made a final proclamation to the elves, orcs and humans present.

"Ladies and gentlemen, while in the Eastern Kingdoms, I found the Grand Chief of Sal and asked him to cross east to Kalimdor, and after that, I went to find Terenus, but the humans do not seem to believe in language, but fortunately a force from Dalaran has come to Kalimdor. Now, all three of Azeroth's mighty forces converge here. This is the end of my mission, and the fate of Azeroth is in your hands. ”

After saying this, Medivan gathered his body in the black wings, of course, he couldn't leave yet, he still had to see one person, and that was Fuhang.

The remaining leaders of the Kalimdor coalition began to negotiate a final jihad plan with the members of the Cenarion Council.

At this time, Fuhang remained in a library in the main city of Nodashir. At the beginning of the Great War, Fuhang wanted to find some combat skills here, such as magic and the way of the druid.

Fu Hang sat on a chair made of wooden rattan, this chair was very strange, even in the library, where there was no sunlight, the wooden chair still had green branches and leaves growing on it.

Suddenly, a black crow flew in from the window, and Fuhang was startled. However, Fu Hang, who had calmed down, noticed the green eyes of the black crow, the eyes that revealed the aura of magic.

Fu Hang frowned, moved another chair over, and said, "Medivan, don't pretend to be a ghost, there's no one else here, sit down." ”

The purple-black crow, jumping a few times, transformed into a human form, and sat upright on a wooden chair.

"I'll just say, the guardian of the dignified continent won't pretend to be dead at such a critical moment." When Fuhang saw the long-lost Medivan, he didn't forget to tease him.

Astral Mage Medivan was unmoved by Fuhang's ridicule. He came to Fuhang for a very important matter.

"Fuhang, the holy war on Mount Hyjal, will soon be over. You'll have to rush back to the Eastern Kingdoms, where you'll find answers and save Sylvanas. ”

Medivin was so straight to the point, but to Fuhang's surprise, this old guy had been talking in a fog before, how could he suddenly change his temper this time, so straightforward.

But what answers do you have to find them? Could it be that my doubts can only be solved in the Eastern Kingdom? Of course, Fuhang's primary concern is not these, but to save Sylvanas.

"Will I ever see you again?"

Medivan shook his head, not saying anything explicitly. However, he left the staff in his hand to Fu Hang.

What does this Staff of Legend that Etiyesh guards mean to himself?

"Isn't this something precious? What do you want me to do. ”

Medivan laughed for the first time and said, "This thing is precious, and it's precious, but it's not the only thing in Azeroth. ”

Fu Hang thought about it, that's right, Khadgar doesn't have a handful.

If you don't make money cheaply, you're a fool. Put it away first.

"By the way, I'll ask you for something."

Fu Hang subconsciously dodged for a while, the dignified Astral Mage, the guardian of Azeroth, and please ask me one more thing, did I hear it wrong.

"What's the matter?" Fu Hang asked.

"Finding Madean for me is a favor for me and a great help to you."

Fuhang wondered, such a difficult task to find your son for you, just give me this scepter?

"Alas, Medivan, you're not being kind. Find a son for you, and you will send me with only a scepter? Fuhang said with a bargain.

Medivan's old face was rarely red, after being a guardian for so many years, it was the first time he had been so embarrassed by a human.