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When Sharlayan brought Valeera to the Temple of Dethom to meet Lunara, the eldest sister of the Dryad, rumors about his life experience had gradually spread in Quel'Thalas.

When most people hear this rumor, their first reaction is disbelief and doubt.

However, as the Sunstrider royal family publicly stated the veracity of the rumors, Yongsong Forest, which has been maintaining a lively atmosphere recently, has once again exploded.

Sharlayan had no idea of ​​what happened behind him for the time being.

Knowing Sharlayan's purpose of going to Nordrassil to meet Malfurion, Lunara expressed doubts as expected.

"Fandral tried to betray the druids and clansmen?"

"...Is this a new kind of joke?"

Sharlayan solemnly explained to Lunara who was full of doubts: "It's just a possibility. As an ancient ally of the night elves, you should know that there is an extreme part of Staghelmet's character, right?"

Lunara's eyes flashed, and her face showed a pensive look: "You say it this way...it seems that there is indeed something worthy of doubt."

"After the War of Quicksand ended, Fandral was very depressed for a long time, and he was not interested in anything."

"However, more than 200 years ago, he suddenly recovered without warning, and once again led the druids of the Cenarion Council to conduct research on various animals and plants."

"Could it be... that the nightmare started to confuse him from then on?"

Sharlayan and Valeera looked at each other, and both looked worried in each other's eyes.

"Probably."

Valeera said worriedly: "More than 200 years have passed, and I don't know if Fandral has been deeply involved. We must get in touch with Master Stormrage as soon as possible."

As the eldest daughter of Cenarius, Lunara is not a newbie.

If it was true as what Sharlayan and Valeera said, once the staghelmet suddenly turned against the water when the two armies were fighting... the consequences would probably be unacceptable to everyone.

"Okay, you guys come with me."

In order to show respect for each other, Sas'ara and other dream nodes belonging to the night elves cannot be directly connected, and need the approval of Cenarius' children as a neutral third party to open the dream channel.

This is also impossible.

The high elves and the night elves have been separated for many years. Although there are still many similarities in their roots, they have developed many completely different cultural customs because of their different living environments.

The hasty meeting this time was only because the second Quicksand War was approaching. In terms of defending Azeroth, the two parties have a common appeal.

Putting Tyrande's thoughts aside, from Malfurion's standpoint, he hopes to ease the relationship with the high elves and reach cooperation in certain fields.

Anasterian has the same opinion.

No matter what differences of opinion there are within the two parties, it is better to break the bones and connect the muscles among the elves of the same race than to entrust their hopes to the Alliance of Lordaeron, which is full of scheming and scheming.

Perhaps it was because her best friend Inas lived in Quel'Thalas, Tyrande has always maintained restraint during the negotiation process, and did not let his subjective aversion to the Highborne affect the negotiation process.

To be honest, not only Sharlayan and the barrage accident, but even Malfurion was a little confused.

Before leaving the Emerald Dream at the end of the Nightmare War, he and Tyrande had been separated for thousands of years.

Thousands of years have not weakened the time-tested relationship between the two, but Tyrande has indeed experienced some changes that Malfurion is temporarily unaware of.

Malfurion preliminarily speculated that the source of these changes might come from Inas.

With Lunara's assistance, Sharlayan and Valeera walked into the emerald green dream portal side by side.

After walking through a short and beautiful dreamland road, the two arrived at the exit leading to Nordrassil under the guidance of Lunara.

The road of dreams is different from the mage's arcane portal, and you won't feel the squeeze of space like being stuffed into a flush toilet (the term used for barrage) between entering and exiting.

"Well……"

As soon as she left the road of dreams, Valeera's brain suddenly became dizzy, and her feet felt a little weak. Salayan hurriedly supported her with sharp eyesight and quick hands.

"What's wrong? Sickness?"

Lunara smiled mischievously: "No, it's just that I can't breathe well because of the thin air."

"Welcome to Mount Hyjal, the paradise of the wild demigods and the highest place in Azeroth."

[This is too true. People who are used to living in the plains are prone to hypoxia when they suddenly enter high altitude areas. 】

[Altitude sickness... the last time I went on a business trip to the snow area, it tortured me badly, so I had to inhale oxygen the whole time. 】

[Then why Xiaosa didn't respond. 】

【It's very simple, because his body is strong enough...】

"It can't be regarded as no response."

Supporting Valeera to sit down on the green grass, Sharlayan looked up at the huge ancient tree towering into the sky in front of him.

"I'm also somewhat uncomfortable, but it's not as obvious as Valeera's."

According to the theory provided by the barrage, the oxygen content in the air at high altitudes is low, and it is difficult for people who are used to living in oxygen-rich areas to quickly adapt to changes.

The best way is to climb up from low altitude step by step, so that the body has a process of adaptation.

But Sharlayan and Valeera didn't have so much time to waste on climbing the mountain, so they could only do it in one step.

Fortunately, Valeera's physique was not weak, and she gradually recovered after a while.

"Get ready~"

Lunara pointed to the elevator hanging down from the sky with a smirk: "Next, we will continue to go up."

Valeera's originally pale face suddenly collapsed: "...No way."

...

Before the Cataclysm, the capital of the Night Empire was Zin-Azshari, located beside the Well of Eternity.

As the ancient Kalimdor continent was torn apart, Zin-Azhali had already sunk into the sea, and the place where the Well of Eternity was originally located has also become a maelstrom in the center of the endless sea.

In order to avoid the monstrous flood that emerged when the plate was torn apart, the remnants of the Dark Night Empire who survived the War of the Ancients climbed as high as possible under the guidance of druids and moon priests.

Eventually these fleeing night elves came to Mount Hyjal and settled here ever since, building their new capital on the canopy of the world tree Nordrassil.

Of course, not everyone can adapt to the high altitude above the canopy, and many night elves have made their homes at the foot and halfway of Mount Hyjal. The entire Mount Hyjal together constitutes the capital circle of the night elves.

Lunara led the way, and although the night elf sentinels along the way were curious about the appearance of Sharlayan and Valeera, they did not stand up and block them rashly.

After many transfers to the elevator, the three finally reached the top of the canopy.

"Huh~huh~"

Valeera was panting heavily with Salayan's support, half of her body leaned against Salayan's body weakly, and even Salayan's breathing rhythm inevitably changed.

While the three of them were going up the elevator, Malfurion had already learned of their arrival through the owls released by the sentries, and he came to wait at the entrance of the city himself.

"You two, I didn't expect you to pay a return visit so soon. Welcome to the capital of the night elves, Andarius."

"Speaking of..."

Malfurion looked at Lunara in a subtle way: "Why not let them go directly to the top of the tree through the portal?"

Lunara raised the spear in her hand and pointed at Valeera: "Do you think she can directly face the high altitude of Andarius? She almost died after ascending like this."

Malfurion reacted immediately, and said apologetically, "Sorry, I didn't think carefully."

The night elves have not received guests from outside their traditional allies for thousands of years, and their inexperience is evident in this regard.

After completing the task, Lunara happily jumped away. Under the leadership of Malfurion, Sharlayan and Valeera crossed the road of dreams again, and finally returned to the small town at the foot of the mountain.

Valeera was still a little sick, temporarily unable to perform the communication tasks that she was usually in charge of.

Sharlayan didn't like to go round and round, and bluntly stated their reason for coming.

"Master Stormrage, we got a piece of information not long ago."

"The content of the intelligence may make you hard to believe, but please be patient and listen to me."

Malfurion smiled gently: "I have seen too many unbelievable things in my life, don't worry that I won't be able to accept it, please tell me."

Sharlayan took a deep breath, and said seriously to Malfurion: "Your most valued apprentice, Fandral Staghelm who is also an Archdruid, was probably bewitched by the nightmare more than 200 years ago. , established a connection with the ancient god N'Zoth."

Malfurion: "???"

Seeing Malfurion's bewildered expression, the barrage burst into joy.

[Malfurion (front): I've lived for ten thousand years, why haven't I seen such a big storm? 】

[Malfurion (back): This... I really haven't seen it before. 】