"You, you shouldn't be here." He glanced at Brooks and muttered to himself.

"I'm here with him, and I don't need your consent." Blox, misunderstanding his words and thinking them as provocative, pointed at Malfurion and frowned.

Malfurion's brow furrowed as he looked at the figure in the flowers, he wasn't sure what race the red-haired stranger belonged to. The stranger shook his head and walked towards Malfurion, only to hesitantly stand on the edge of the flowers. He glanced curiously at the flowers and turned to look at Brooks: "This is not your time!" You shouldn't be here at all! ”

Malfurion quickly prepared some spells, and he felt that the unknown creature did not seem very friendly to them, and that the druidic teachings of Cenarius were more effective than the magic of strangers.

Suddenly, thunder rang out in the sky, and the usual breeze suddenly turned into a violent wind. Blox and Malfurion were blown back a few steps by the wind. The wizard himself was nearly swept away by the wind, and a force pulled him away from the perimeter of the garland.

"Who is spreading wild in my territory?!" Cenarius's voice thundered.

Not far from the fence of flowers, the wind swept up leaves, dust, and other small things, forming a whirlpool. The small whirlpool quickly grew larger, and the rolled up leaves and dust solidified into a tall shape. The wind waited a moment before it calmed down, and Cenarius stepped forward and looked at Malfurion and the others.

"I seem to have higher expectations of you." Cenarius whispered to the Night Elves, "But these are strange times. He looked at Brooks, "And it seems to get weirder and weirder every moment." ”

The orc roared defiantly at Cenarius, and Malfurion quickly quieted him down: "This is the king of the forest, the demigod Cenarius. Lunaris is what I'm going to bring you to meet him, Brooks. ”

Blox, who calmed down a little, pointed to the turbaned mage and asked, "And what about that?" Also a demigod? ”

"It's a conundrum." "And you're looking forward to another side of the same person," Cenarius replied. Cenarius added to the circle figure, "You've recognized this new friend, Ronin." ”

The man in the robe said nothing.

The demigod shook his head in disappointment, "I have no intention of hurting you, Ronin, but there are already too many people out there who are being troubled. You and your missing friend still have this-"

"Brooks." Malfurion reminded.

"His name is Brooks." Cenarius corrected and said, "It's another creature I've seen before. How did he get here? My student, I guess you can tell me a story, a more troubling story. ”

Malfurion nodded, and began to tell the story of how they rescued the orcs, not missing a single detail in the process.

"You're saying Moonshadow went to Atherine in search of answers?" Cenarius couldn't help but frown.

"He's the only disciple of Aishara, and I don't think he'll be surprised. And he said he'd come to the Moonlit Glade soon to join us. Malfurion looked at Cenarius and replied slowly.

"I'll talk about that next time." Cenarius suddenly walked past Malfurion and Brox, and into the jungle. Around the swamp, the branches of the trees suddenly began to shake violently. "Time is exactly what we lack right now. You'd better be prepared, and you, friend Ronin. ”

"Me?" The mage asked.

Who is he, teacher? Malfurion could clearly feel the anger of the tree. The moonlit sky was once again thunder and lightning. A shadow cast over Cenarius's countenance, which made Malfurion worry for his teacher.

The king of the forest stretched out his arms, as if to embrace something that no one else could see: "We will be attacked, and even I will not be able to protect you." ”

A solitary hellbeast that follows a trail that neither the animals nor the knights can detect. It does not smell its prey, but follows some kind of magic. Like much flesh and blood, the energy provided by sorcery and magic is something that sustains them - like any of their species, Hellbeasts have always gobbled up magic.

Elves don't pay attention to the magic of the Oak Guard, but the Devil does. It eagerly grasped the immobile prey, its terrifying tentacles quickly reaching out and striking the thick trunk. Oak does his best to fight this unexpected enemy. Rootbeard searched for the Hellmon's palm, trying to wrap around it, but the Hellmon dodged. Branches scattered from the heights, uselessly beating the Hellbeast's thick skin. In such vain, a strange and high-pitched sound came from within the oak tree, and it quickly sounded to a level beyond the imagination of most living beings. The Hellbeast let out a great cry of pain at this time. The demon wanted to bury its head in its claws, but it didn't want to let go of the oak tree. So, the two thoughts struggled with each other......

In the end, the demon proved that it was strong. The oak tree gradually exhausted its inherent magic and slowly withered - and finally became like a moon guard - and was killed after successfully fulfilling its duty of guarding the intersection for thousands of years.

The Hellbeast shook its head and sniffed the scent in front of it. Its tentacles stretched forward eagerly, but the demon itself remained in place. When it devoured the magic of the oak tree, its body grew twice as tall. After that, the metamorphosis of the body took place. A deep black glow completely enveloped the Hellbeast. Inside, the Hellbeast struggles and writhes in all directions, as if trying to escape from its body.

In the midst of constant trial and struggle, the transformation of the Hellbeast gradually took shape. One head, two heads, three, four, and then the fifth. Each head is tense and hard, pulling it out little by little. After the head comes out, then comes the thick neck, muscular shoulders, and then the strong torso and limbs.

By magic, the hellbeasts are bound together. This great power made each demon weak for the time being, but within seconds, they were back again. The wisdom that contains strength and energy guides them.

As a unit, the Hellbeasts attack the swamp.

Hellmons roam the enchanted forest. As the aura of magic grew heavier, so did their suckers. Hunger and task drove them, causing them to let out a roar that seemed to give vent to their eagerness.

But when one of the Hellbeasts tried to jump over the trunk of a fallen tree, the branches of the other tree bent down and wrapped around its legs. Another Hellbeast was on the march when he noticed that its claws had suddenly sunk into the muddy ground. The third Hellmon was struck by a budding thorny bush, razor-sharp spikes plunging into the demon's hard flesh, causing it pain.

The forest came back to life and began to protect itself and its owner. The five giant monsters began to falter, but they did not give up. The giant claws tore open the branches that entwined them, ripping them off the trunk. Another Hellbeast dragged its companion back to hard ground just as it was about to sink in. Hunger and anger make the thorny Hellbeasts desperately dodge, but doing so will bleed them everywhere.

Hounds do not refuse their prey......

"Teacher! What are they? ”

Cenarius looked at his student, and there was no blame in his blazing eyes: "Those hounds you spoke of...... They followed you here. ”

"Followed? Impossible! There's only one left, and he's—" They did come across a hellhound as they made their way through Felwood, and in a hurry Malfurion used the "Thorn of Thorns" to control it before they continued their way to the Moonlight Glade.

Brooks interjected, his deep guttural voice uncomfortable, "These hellbeasts, they're dark magical creatures. I've seen that they can go from one to many as long as they suck enough magic. ”

"A good friend and a competent escort." Cenarius said, looking back at the dense forest in front of him, "He has older and more powerful magic, but it only makes him more vulnerable to these dark creatures." ”

The orc nodded, "Now that one has become many." "He instinctively touched his back, but his beloved tomahawk wasn't there." I don't even have a weapon left. ”

"You'll have equipment in a moment, find a branch that's about the length of a tomahawk. Malfurion, follow me. ”

Brooks quickly complied. He gave Cenarius and Malfurion a thick trunk, and Cenarius told him to place the trunk in front of Malfurion.

"Kneel before it, my student, and you too, warrior. Malfurion, put your hand on top of this trunk, and then Brocks' palm on top of yours. When they had done so, the king of the forest commanded, "Now, warrior, don't think of anything in your head, just think of your weapon." Just think about weapons! Time is the key issue. Malfurion, you must open your mind and let his mind flow into yours. I'll give you further guidance when the time comes. ”

The Night Elves did as he was told. He emptied his mind as his teacher had taught him earlier, and then established a connection with the orcs. Immediately a powerful force entered his mind. Malfurion resisted the power at first, but instead he became calm. He embraced Brooks' ideas and allowed the weapon he wanted to take shape.

Do you see the weapon, my student? The voice of Cenarius came, can you feel it, its appearance and lines?

Malfurion did feel it. He also sensed the relationship between orcs and weapons, not necessarily a simple tool, but a true extension of the warrior's body.

Put your hands on the wood and keep the picture in your mind. With what comes to your mind, transform it into the shape you want.

The Night Elf's fingers began to roam the trunk of the tree, and Brooks' hand rested on top of his. Suddenly, the wood becomes soft and then changes shape.

Under his guidance, an axe with a blade appeared, made entirely of oak. Looking at the axe, Malfurion was satisfied. It was fantastic to be able to create such a solid axe, and almost identical to the one he had lost when he was hunted down.

Malfurion was nervous, but only orcs should be nervous, he shouldn't. So I quickly pushed this emotion back. He focused all his attention on the last point—the curved hilt and the sharp blade.

Mission accomplished, Cenarius chimed in, come back to me.

Night elves and orcs are separated from each other. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Malfurion wondered if Blox had experienced some of his own thoughts. But the green-skinned creature didn't seem to react.

Between the two of them lay a smooth, shiny reinvention that Brooks longed for. But Malfurion doubted that such a weapon could withstand a blow.

The King of the Forest stretched out his hand, and suddenly the axe crossed between them. Cenarius carefully studied the weapon with his golden eyes.

"Let it protect its owner forever. Let it always fight for life and justice. Let it help the owner to become strong, and conversely, let the owner make it stronger. As he spoke, the axe was surrounded by a layer of blue light. This blue light is implanted in the oak wood and adds brilliance to Malfurion's creations.

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