My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Cenarius, the Lord of the Forest, said to his disciple with some worry-he admitted that Malfurion did have a good talent for practicing natural spells, but... thinking of that small group of "Hellhounds" could even compete with more than a dozen Only the forest guardians died together... The forest king Cenarius was a little worried whether his disciple could handle such an opponent.

What's more, despite the fact that they have obtained a lot of information about the "Burning Legion" from these two unfamiliar populations who claim to be humans, the king of the forest Cenarius still does not fully trust these two humans-he believes that The powerful strength of the blue-dressed woman, even if she is, will not be able to do more than her when facing these Burning Legions... But Cenarius, the king of the forest, doubts whether the other party will be the same as herself, willing Give everything to protect the forest, even his own life-in short, Cenarius, the king of the forest, does not intend to give the fate of his disciples to two strangers.

"That's too late, Teacher Cenarius... I know you are worried about my safety, but Athalynn is the night elves' largest city. There are not only high-level elves, but also a large number of civilians who are completely incapable of protecting themselves... I They can’t be allowed to be invaded by those demons...no matter how much I can do, at least I should be there in time."

Malfurion lowered his head, but quickly raised it again, his expression gradually became firm, his eyes had unprecedented persistence, he said loudly to his teacher.

"If you insist... Malfurion."

Cenarius, the king of the forest, did not think for too long—he expressed respect for the choices made by his disciples—of course, he wouldn’t let Malfurion go to the dangerous Isalin unprepared. Go against the powerful Burning Legion.

"Come to me, young people... Malfurion, you know that I have always had expectations of you beyond your own imagination-whatever you plan to do for your people, remember, nature and forest will always be you A strong backing."

"Ilidan, and you... Some days are gone. It seems that your practice in spells has reached a new height... The speed of your growth surprised me, young man, it made me feel relieved. Yes, you have not completely abandoned the natural spells that I have taught you. Believe me, Illidan, they can always help you in the distant future..."

Cenarius, Lord of the Forest, looked at the brothers Malfurion and Illidan—strictly speaking, although Illidan had no intention of embarking on the path of the druids, Cenarius, the Lord of the Forest, did not hide. Privately, during the short time that Illidan was with him, he also taught the young night elf many druid spells.

Cenarius, the king of the forest, even vaguely felt that Illidan was more talented than his brother Malfurion—but this impatient young man did not have the temperament to stay in the woods, so neither did Cenarius, the king of the forest. Reluctantly.

"Don't worry, Teacher Cenarius... I will help Malfurion figure out the truth and solve this crisis."

After seeing the terrifying and huge corpse, Illidan’s heart was not untouched-but it was more of excitement and excitement-Illidan had always dreamed that one day he could be like a hero for this ancient The country did some earth-shattering things within his capacity, but he didn't expect this day to come so soon.

In all fairness, Illidan did not know much about the strength of the Burning Legion, nor did he have much confidence in his current strength, but... Illidan felt that as long as he stood with Malfurion, nothing was impossible. Things.

"Since you are all so confident, I will not dissuade you much... Malfurion, Illidan, please be more careful... I know you care about your fellow citizens, but don't forget, the arrival of these demons It is inseparable from a part of your tribe, so...when choosing a person to trust, you must be more careful; and..."

Cenarius, the king of the forest, said in a low voice, stretched out his hands, pinned two fingers on the foreheads of Malfurion and Illidan and nodded lightly, two pale green rays of light from His fingertips lingered out, slipped into the foreheads of Malfurion and Illidan, and disappeared without a trace.

"Ms. Cenarius, what is this...?"

Malfurion? Stormrage touched his forehead—cold, as if he didn't feel anything—so he asked in surprise.

"Ms. Cenarius... Is this the power you gave us?"

Of course Illidan was not as dull as Malfurion, he quickly thought of a possibility, and then asked ecstatically.

"Forget it, but Illidan, this can only be regarded as the seed of an oak tree... As long as you and Malfurion follow the way of nature, this seed will soon make you more Strong...I can only do this now. I hope you can act carefully and don't take risks with your body... I will contact other demigods and their believers to gather a powerful army... At that time, I believe that those demon legions will no longer be able to threaten our world. As for these two guests from the human kingdom... Alsace, my two disciples will beg you."

Cenarius, the king of the forest, gently touched Malfurion and Illidan's heads with his palm to show intimacy, and then carefully told them to say-even though Malfurion and Illidan are not both young Younger, but Cenarius, the king of the forest, had no experience in fighting until they were; and he saw Arthas and Frostmourne, surpassing the Stormrage brothers both in experience and strength, and he did not shy away from them. Two help.(To be continued.)

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"I think you don’t have to worry about the safety of Malfurion and Illidan, Cenarius... As long as I don’t die in that night elf city, I can guarantee that they won’t have any trouble... Instead, it’s your side. The pressure on you is greater. I think you'd better set off now, so that when your army is formed, they will not face a barren wasteland."

Arthas nodded, and he agreed to the request of Cenarius, the king of the forest-I don’t know if this nature advocating god is too approachable, or Arthas is really used to seeing those who are beyond mortal understanding. A big figure in the category, in short, when standing in front of Cenarius, the king of the forest, Alsace really didn't feel like he was inferior.

"I know, I will try my best."

Cenarius, the king of the forest, nodded-he waved his hand, and the plant that seemed to have died came back to life, re-entering the body of the "hell dog" into its huge leaves Among them, a new "fruit" was formed-obviously, Cenarius, the king of the forest, needed this corpse to prove to the other demigods that this "Burning Legion" that no one had ever seen really existed.

...

As Cenarius, the king of the forest, turned into a hurricane and disappeared into the depths of the forest, the clearing where Arthas and Malfurion and his party were located became silent again—perhaps not only—Al Seth discovered that Cenarius, Lord of the Forest, had left behind some other things.

"Mr. Alsace, what do you think I found?"

Tyrande had been hiding behind Frostmourne before—as a priest of the Temple of the Moon, she did not like meeting Cenarius, the Lord of the Forest.

It wasn't until the half-human half-deer god disappeared in the woods that Tyrande got out from behind Frostmourne, scanned the ground for a while, and then said excitedly to Arthas.

"What……"

Arthas looked around, and was also a little surprised—I don’t know when something new appeared in this clearing—a few pieces of fresh meat wrapped in leaves, and some fruits.

Obviously, these are the food that Malfurion's teacher, Cenarius, the king of the forest, brought them by the way.

"Let’s rest here for a while and eat something... If it’s too late, let’s rest here for one night and wait till dawn before moving on. What do you think?"

Arthas bent down, stabs a bunch of grapes placed on a large leaf with his finger, then raised his head and asked a few confused night elves.

Illidan glanced at Arthas, and did not answer his words-this night elf mage, who was obsessed with powerful power, was trying to use the arcane energy in his body to feel the one that Cenarius had just given him. "Seeds of Power", it seemed that he had no interest in Alsace's proposal.

"But... Mr. Alsace... why don't we go ahead and rest during the day?"

Malfurion heard what Arthas said, and asked with some confusion.

"What and why? Isn't this common sense?"

After hearing Malfurion's words, Arthas had questions.

"But Mr. Alsace, we don't like to be active in the sun... I also think we should go to Essalyn at night when the moon is bright."

Tyrande interjected timidly on one side to dispel Alsace's doubts-it turned out that what he thought was not the common sense of the night elves-after Tyrande's reminder, Arthas woke up, these pointed ear races So they are called night elves, and they are used to being active at night, so...

"Well, then, just follow your rules. We will move on and wait until dawn to stop and rest... Ms. Tyrande, please."

Arthas nodded, then said to Tyrande.

"Oh, good... but... that... Ms. Frost, can you not... hug me this time..."

Tyrande nodded and subconsciously wanted to walk to the side of his mount, the White Nightsaber Escaldar, but she said with an embarrassed expression as if suddenly remembering something.

"Okay, okay, it's really annoying, as if Xiaoshuang is willing to hug you...this time Xiaoshuang is hiding in the arms of the master, so don't be afraid at all!"

Frostmourne interrupted Tyrande's request with a shriek impatiently, and then urged the night elf priestess not to talk about her shameful things, but hurry up. The lazy, falling asleep nightsaber got ready.

Arthas slowly followed Frostmourne and Tyrande-his brows were frowning tightly, and there was no such calmness in front of Cenarius, Lord of the Forest.

——If the Burning Legion will invade Azeroth at this time, and you must block their attack... Doesn’t it mean that... Frostmourne is going to face the powerful Burning Legion’s leader, the deceiver base? Eljadan and Archimonde the Defiler, or even the more powerful fallen Titan Sargeras?

The safety of Azeroth is certainly important to Arthas, but let Frostmourne take the risk to face such a powerful enemy...When things are coming, Arthas still can’t help but think about whether this is done. Is it worth it?

...

Until the first ray of morning light in the morning shone mottled shadows on the forest glade through the overlapping tree branches, Alsace still did not think about this problem clearly, but the constant sleepiness has already caused He couldn't keep thinking anymore-after all, for Arthas, he was still not used to the life of the day and night.

The three nightsabers were already lying lazily in the shade of the tree roots, and Illidan was fixing them to the edge of the tree roots with reins.

"Mr. Alsace! We can stop and rest!"

Tyrande walked to Arthas's side, said with joy, but was glared fiercely by Frostmourne, and blocked the rest of the words.

"Shhh, don't say anything! You idiot... Master is asleep!"

Frostmourne sat on the grass with her back leaning on a piece of tree roots. Her sitting posture was casual and elegant. She didn't seem to worry that those sandals and mud spots would stain her beautiful blue dress; Alsace was lying on her side. Beside sorrow, with his head resting on Little Demon Sword's thigh, Tyrande took a closer look and was actually asleep.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."