"She's dying...... My Sarah Hill is dying!" The Night Elf man blurted out at the Great Druid. Malfurion had never seen a Night Elf with a face as vicissitudes as Garrod Shadowsong. While some of these wrinkles may have been the result of Garrod's distance from his clan's life, others were apparently new additions and could also have something to do with the immobile woman he was carefully holding in his arms.

Garrod's beard turned white, a very different change from what Malfurion remembered. When they first met, Garrod was younger than Malfurion—more than a thousand years younger, in fact—but now the silver threads and wrinkles made him look much older than the Great Druid. Malfurion couldn't help but wonder what kind of life the Night Elf had been going through since they last met.

The pronunciation of the name "Garrod ......" made Malfurion feel a little weird, after all, the two had not seen each other for nearly 10,000 years.

"It's been a long time since we last met," whispered the former Allied Commander of the Battle of the Ancients and the war hero who is still famous today. "Please forgive me for being so presumptuous to come ......"

Malfurion waved to stop Garrod's apology. He examined Sarah Hill and found her to be in extremely strict condition. "I can try to treat her, but I think it's better for us to take her directly to Tyrande, so we can use more means!

Garrod looked a little hesitant, and refused to let go of his partner in his arms. But in the end, he accepted the help of the Great Druid. Under the silent gaze of the crowd, the two carried Sarah Hill towards the temple.

The two sentries at the entrance to the temple stepped aside respectfully in front of the Grand Druid. One of them looked at Garrod in amazement. Despite his beard cut and his long, fluffy hair—now all silver-white—the weather-beaten face was still recognizable to those who had seen him in the past.

"She'll heal you," Malfurion heard the former captain of the guard whisper to the motionless woman. "Tyrande will heal you...... She will pray to Elune......"

Malfurion hid her frown. He felt that Sarah Hill's body was completely paralyzed, and with the position he was holding her, the Great Druid could not tell if she was still breathing. His power was no longer against her, and now she could only count on Elune. However, what could even the Goddess of the Moon do about such a terrible situation?

They walked briskly through the corridors made of stone and living wood. Some of the priestesses they met quickly came to help, but the Grand Druid knew that only his lover could save Garrod's partner at the moment.

As Malfurion approached the sanctuary where the High Priestess was, her personal guards noticed them. One of the guards silently opened the door for him. Malfurion noticed that each pair of eyes was looking toward Garrod before they could focus on Sarah Hill. Everyone had thought that Garrod Shadow Song had died thousands of years ago, otherwise why didn't he return to his people at their most desperate moment?

Before they could enter the room, Tyrande greeted them. Garrod opened his mouth to speak, but the High Priestess shook his head. She led them to place Sarah Hill on a sloping couch beside her, and instructed her attendants to stand down but not close the door.

The High Priestess knelt down on one knee beside the woman with a stern expression, muffled her voice and prayed, her hands dancing above Sarah Hill's body.

A ray of light spread from the High Priestess to Sarah Hill. Garrod inhaled hopefully. The two men watched eagerly as the soft silver light descended on Sarah Hill's ailing body.

The brilliance suddenly dissipated.

Tyrande withdrew his hand. She couldn't help but snort, and Malfurion remembered how often he used to hear it.

"Garrod," Tyrande stood up, turning his head and whispering to him. "Garrod...... I'm sorry......"

"No!" He slammed past the Great Druid. "I told her she could be helped here, I told her that you or Malfurion could heal her, why couldn't you save her?"

Tyrande pressed his hand on Garrod's shoulder, stopping him from lunging at Sarah Hill. The former captain of the Sulama City Guard had empty eyes and tears welling up in his eyes, and he looked at the High Priestess with sympathetic eyes.

"She's gone. There's nothing we can do about it. ”

He seemed stunned. "No...... I've brought her here as far as I can—" His gaze suddenly turned to Sarah Hill. "It's all my fault! I pushed her too hard! she would have been fine, if it weren't for me—"

Tyrande shook his head. "You know in your heart that it's not like that. Her fate was sealed. She knows you've done enough for anyone to do. Just say—"

"Sarah Hill!" Garrod threw himself beside his female companion and pressed her cheek against his shoulder.

Malfurion silently came to his partner's side. With solemn respect, they watched as Garrod whispered over and over with his dead wife in his arms.

Finally, Garrod looked sane. Although he still had tears streaming down his face, dripping all the way down his beard, his voice now sounded stronger and more accepting of reality. "We were all worried that she wouldn't be here, but we all agreed that it was the best thing to do. However...... I still remember her voice...... In retrospect...... She knew it all. She did it not only for her own life, but for me. She wanted me to go back to my people, not to be her ...... When she died, she was alone. ”

"You call her 'Sarah Hill,'" replied Tyrandwin, "and I think I know her." She used to be a trainee nun here. We all thought she had gotten lost outside the old city and had some unfortunate accident, even though the search and rescue team couldn't find the body. No one expected her to be with you. Although the time you quietly disappeared speaks for itself...... But we never linked the two things......"

"We love each other in secret...... Mainly because of me. At that time I was already planning to stay away from a qiē...... I've thought about it for a long time. The polarization of our society has left me disillusioned. You druids - forgive me for saying that, Malfurion - you druids have become more and more apathetic, indulging most of their time in emerald dreams rather than sharing the responsibility of protecting our people......"

The Grand Druid had nothing to say. Others have said the same thing to him, including Tyrande. He still felt guilty about how many centuries of parting.

Garrod sighed. "As much as I love her with all my heart, I want her to understand how stupid it is to be with me. I'm sure if I choose to leave, I won't let her be forced to answer for it. ”

"Garrod......" Malfurion began, but continued as if he hadn't heard.

Instead, she was determined to follow my path, whatever the future led to. She always wants to do what I want, even if I'm trying to make her happy......" Garrod kissed Sarah Hill's forehead. "Little fool...... She first wasted her life on a wilderness with me...... And then he didn't hesitate to spend his body to get me back here, so that I wouldn't ...... Lonely ......"

Tyrande placed a hand gently on his shoulder and said, "You are always welcome back. She knew so. And she also enjoys spending time with you, otherwise she wouldn't have stayed with you for so many years. ”

"We did have a lot of wonderful meetings. I admit that she loves to live in the wilderness. Some kind of Cheng dù on, even more than I like. ”

"I'm going to arrange for her. She deserves a dignified burial. ”

He looked up at her, then down at Sarah Hill. "She's dead. Garrod stood up, declined the help of the others, and gently but carefully adjusted Sarah Hill's posture on the couch with his own hands. By all accounts, it looked as if she was just asleep. "Sickness comes like a mountain. ”

The High Priestess and the High Druid looked at each other. The Night Elves have lost their immortality, and they are beginning to experience the pain they had previously seen only in other races. People have already passed away, and Sarah Hill's death shows that there will be more and more deaths that cannot be avoided from now on. (To be continued.) )