The thick branches of the neighboring trees hung down in the breeze of the woods, and stretched out like arms full of leaves towards the bearded figure in the woods. And he watched the branches waving but did not move...... Just a smile.

Malfurion's fury stood still, letting the leaves on the branches caress his cheeks. Even among his peers, he is unique. At first glance, he is adorned with animal symbols, representing the beast forms that druids are best at summoning. Only a closer look reveals that some of these traits were originally part of his body, and that this was the result of his close connection to Azeroth and his years of immersion in Emerald dreams. As his dream form became more in tune with the plane, his sleeping body, which still maintained a connection to the soul, began to take on the characteristics of those powerful creatures. As a result, the gray wings of the Storm Raven grew from the edge of his arm. A pair of feline-like paws represent the Nightblade Leopard, which is particularly closely related to Malfurion's race, and that is actually the foot of the Great Druid, not the boots. In addition, the front of his short skirt is adorned with the curved teeth of the Nightblade Leopard, while his hands are covered with gloves with bear claws.

There was one emblem that had little connection to the beast, perhaps unique to Malfurion. It was the blue lightning bolt sign on his body that was pulled diagonally from his shoulders to his waist. And from his elbow down to his forearm, there is a small lightning bolt pattern to match. Fury Wind is not only the Grand Druid's last name, but it also implies the immense energy he can command, the energy he only uses when there is nothing else to do.

The ends of the branches tucked at his long green hair, but they cleverly avoided the most striking symbol of the outstanding-looking Night Elves. On his forehead were a pair of magnificent antlers, more than two feet long. They symbolize his close bond with Azeroth and his mentor, his mentor, the demigod Cenarius, as well as the stag form.

Several thicker branches moved under his arms. Then, like a parent holding up a baby, he lifted Malfurion through the woods.

The Great Druid opened his heart to the heart of Tedasir. Malfurion studied its health and found that there were few traces of corruption left by the evil ritual of the mad Grand Druid Vandal Deerhelm. Malfurion was grateful for this; He had opposed the creation of the second World Tree, the Zào, but it had now become an integral part of the Night Elves' existence. However, this is completely different from what Vandal originally intended. He took advantage of Malfurion's absence to plant Tedahir only to achieve his evil goals. Fortunately, it was eventually stopped.

Although there were no visible signs of corruption, Malfurion was determined to inspect the giant tree from time to time. There are still nightmares left in the Emerald Dreamland, and as long as the darkness is not extinct, the danger of depravity will always hang over Teldashir and even the Night Elves.

Despite this, Malfurion was satisfied with the current state of the World Tree and took a moment to look at her surroundings. Not too far from the Grand Druid, there is a well of the moon - the water in these holy springs has mystical properties. He chose to come to the Oracle Glade in the northeast of the city because he felt that it had a unique connection to the giant tree on which it sits. Here the Great Druid was able to enter meditation in his most ideal state, allowing his soul - or dream form - to enter the Emerald Dream.

The druids still travel on that plane in their dream form, but now with a little more precautions. Despite being trapped there by the Nightmare King for years, it didn't take long for Malfurion to return to his hometown. The Great Druid did not think that he was doing this out of bravery, but wanted to further investigate whether there were any changes in the Emerald Dream that he had not noticed before...... Also take this unique trip to clear your mind of some thoughts.

As if mocking him, Malfurion suddenly felt a tingle. This is not the first time he has felt this way recently, and I believe this will not be the last.

Eternal life is gone from him.

The Great Druid had seen his comrades from other races grow old, but it was another thing to experience it firsthand. Although his race still outlived humans or dwarves. Thinking that he himself would not have grown old, Malfurion tried to suppress the flash of anger in his heart.

The tingling pain disturbed his thoughts. Malfurion tried to calm down again, focusing on Tedasir. He felt his inner peace settle. He had already confirmed that the communication between Tong Guò and Tedasir could help him reach the realm of separation from the dream form. Now, his ** lies surrounded by branches, protected by the trees around him. And the trees that grew on top of the giant trees were like extensions of Tedashir.

Malfurion's dream form rose from his motionless **, ghostly yet emerald green. It floated for a moment—

Malfurion!

The dream form of the Great Druid seemed to be blown by a violent wind and flew back into his body. He knew who was calling him because of the unique connection between her and him.

Tyrande Grand Druid immediately responded. At Malfurion's silent request, the branches had lowered him back to the ground. Tyrande!

It's hard to put it into words!

There was a definite urgency in her tone. So as soon as Malfurion's feet hit the ground, he hurried along. But after a few steps, he realized that his speed was too slow, so the Great Druid concentrated and jumped forward.

His bones rattled and deformed, and his skin pulsated and thick hairs grew. The Great Druid's face began to elongate, and his nose and mouth turned into a beast's mouth dotted with long whiskers. His teeth lengthened and his eyes narrowed, taking on the shape of a large black cat, similar to the saber-toothed felines ridden by the Night Elves. In this way, Malfurion's speed increased by more than ten times.

The large, muscular cat rushed out of the woodland like an arrow from a string, and in an instant, it had crossed a short distance to Darnassus. The sentinels who saw him rushing were wisely out of the way, they knew exactly who was sacred, who would rush into the city in this form. The city's guards have recognized the Great Druid's transformation into a feline, and have seen how powerful it is in battle.

Most of the city is divided into so-called "districts", representing the different divisions of the Night Elf society. He had already rushed through the warrior quarter, and the artisan quarter was to his right at the moment. Malfurion, however, paid little attention to this, nor did he pay attention to the beautiful gardens and pools in the middle of Darnassus. He set his heart on the shining building in the south of the city, the Temple of the Moon God.

But his attention was suddenly distracted by a group of Night Elves who were huddled around. Malfurion smelled anxiety from them, which provoked his feline instinctive reaction. He bared his razor-bladed fangs, his claws slamming into the ground, and turned to find out why.

The Night Elves scattered to make way for the big cat, and the Great Druid was back to his original form before he could stop. Those who noticed Malfurion's majestic image bowed respectfully to him.

However, Malfurion paid no attention to them, as he already knew what attracted the attention of the crowd...... And why they emit such intense uneasiness.

The hooded figure staggered in the direction the Grand Druid had been going, but the weight of his arms had noticeably slowed him down. The figure covered under the traveling cloak was apparently a female Night Elf.

Malfurion couldn't see the man's face, but the woman's hood had slipped down. Her flabby lips showed a terrible sign.

A sentry tried to help the woman's companion, but was thrown away by the man. The sentry stepped away, her expression and posture showing unusual respect.

At this moment, the sentry caught a glimpse of Malfurion from behind the battered man. She spoke with a little relief. "Great Druid! Elune is above—"

"'The Great Druid'?" The hooded man took a deep breath, as if the word was of vital importance to him.

Malfurion was shocked. He didn't recognize the voice, but he knew it was someone he knew - though it had changed for nervous or other reasons.

The man carefully moved the baby in his arms, then turned his head to look at Malfurion. The pain made a noticeable change in his face. But the Great Druid immediately recognized the Night Elf in front of him, even though the last time he had last appeared among his people was many centuries ago. Malfurion couldn't believe his eyes, and he had inferred that the man had been killed in an accident or in a fight.

He whispered the name in confusion. "Garrod Shadow Song ......" (To be continued.) )