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What a quiet forest! Nathanos even felt a hint of chill. He tried his best to stand up, but Medivh's teleportation spell was not as safe as he thought.

"Why is your magic so unstable? We fell from mid-air, if it weren't for the fact that there were big trees around..."

Medivh watched Nathanos brush off the dust and weeds from his body, blinked his eyes, and turned his head. Of course, he was now in raven form. The Guardian is not good at lying, and he can't talk about his magic.

Abnormality is a coincidence.

"There is a Well of Eternity in this era. Anyone who can cast spells will benefit from it, but the increase in power will become difficult to control."

Nathanos wanted to say that he was a guardian and that he had complete control. But when it came to his mouth, he couldn't say it, so he swallowed it.

"No matter what, at least you have to tell me where this place is and how should I return to the original world?" Nathanos stretched out his hands and feet to make sure that no bones in his body were out of place.

"This is Moonglade."

"Moonlight Glade?" Nathanos read it again, "It sounds like a very sacred and important place."

Medivh nodded as if in agreement. He squatted down and touched the flowers and plants at his feet. "There is a demigod living here. You know him, he is Cenarius."

Nathanos suddenly felt dizzy. He had just escaped from Azshara, and now he had entered the realm of demigods. The undead lay on the ground and closed his eyes until he felt comfortable. "I only know that demigod was defeated by an orc.

.”

"Actually, I didn't bring you here to see Cenarius, but because the person who went back ten thousand years ago with you was captured by Cenarius." He saw that Nathanos did not complain.

What, simply answered his question.

"Who?"

"You know him, and you will know who he is when you find him."

Nathanos stood up. He looked around. The surrounding environment was a forest he was familiar with.

"I just want to go back."

"So what if we go back?" Medivh's words hit the nail on the head, almost making Nathanos go berserk. What he said was quite right, what's the use of returning to the original Azeroth? Where else can he go? Or rather

, where to hide?

"Then at least tell me how staying will help me?"

"Answer me a question, Nathanos." Medivh said, "What is the value of your existence now? You are dead, and your past...has gone away from you, so why are you still in the world of the living?

Struggling?" The guardian chose his words very cleverly, he did not use the words "relatives" or "lovers".

It was such a simple question. Nathanos didn't answer it for a long time. He wanted to take revenge on the Lich King, but he couldn't do it alone. If someone else completed the revenge for him, then

What's the point? He wanted to answer that the meaning of his existence was to seek salvation and to make himself alive. Whenever he thought of the teachings given to him by Medivh's mother Aegwynn, Nathanos was full of hope. But what about after rebirth?

?Alleria rejected him, something Nathanos may never let go of.

"Please tell me the answer."

Medivh thought he heard wrongly, that Nathanos was asking for his help? He was stunned for a second before replying: "This trip can help you find answers, Nathanos. Not only that, you will also understand

, history is not static, only the results remain unchanged.”

“What’s the point of the process if the outcome can’t be changed?”

The guardian just smiled and said nothing.

"In that case, am I going to find a few other time-travelers now?"

Nathanos glanced at Medivh's side. There was no sunlight, so it was almost impossible to identify the road, let alone find someone.

There was an unusual sound in the forest, like a wolf howling, but something different.

"It looks like a battle is about to begin. You have to hurry or you won't have time to try your new weapon."

Nathanos pulled out Salameni, and when Medivh brought him out, he took the sword away. Azshara must have been very angry!

"Do we have to go?" Undead asked, but Medivh did not answer. He turned his head, and the guardian had disappeared.

"Looks like it!"

The voice came from the left side, and Nathanos suddenly became nervous, but only for a moment. He realized that he had not participated in a battle for a long time.

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Cerberus galloped in Cenarius' territory. When the scent of prey got closer and closer, their speed became faster and faster. Hunger and mission drove them, causing them to roar, as if to vent their eagerness.

But when one of the hellhounds tried to cross the tree trunk that fell to the ground, rattans appeared from another tree and wrapped around its legs, and more rattans bound it tightly. The other hellhound was walking,

It was found that the claws suddenly sank into the muddy ground and could not be pulled out. The third Cerberus was hit by a sprouting thorn bush, and the razor-sharp spikes caused it great pain.

Although three companions were sacrificed, these five huge monsters were still moving forward and they did not give up. Hunger and anger made the Cerberus not give up until it reached its goal.

"Teacher! What is he?"

Cenarius, the demigod, looked at his students. There was no blame in his fiery eyes: "Those demons you mentioned? They followed you here. They followed you when you rescued your friends."

"Come with me? Impossible! How could they..."

Brooks interjected, his deep guttural voice making people uncomfortable: "These hellhounds have very sensitive noses, and they can absorb magic. As long as there is enough magic, they can change from one to many."

"We must prepare for battle!" Cenarius said, turning to Brox. "You are a warrior, but where are your weapons?"

"It was taken away by the night elves, or lost."

"Then come with me." Cenarius did not accuse the orcs. In fact, this was exactly what he wanted.

Cenarius found a thick tree trunk and placed it in front of Malfurion.

"Kneel down before it, my student. Kneel down too, Brox Malfurion, and place your hands on the trunk, and then Brox's palm rests on top of yours."

The orcs and night elves did as he asked.

The King of the Forest ordered again: "Now, Brox, don't think about anything, just think about your weapons. Just think about the weapons! Time is the key issue. Malfurion, you must let go of your mind,

Let his thoughts flow into your soul."

Malfurion did as he was told. He emptied his mind and established a connection with the orcs. Immediately a powerful force entered his heart. Malfurion wanted to reject this at first.

Strength, but in turn he became calm. He accepted Brox's ideas and allowed the weapon he wanted to take shape.

"You see the weapon, my student?" came Cenarius's voice. "Can you feel it, its appearance and shape?"

Malfurion did feel it. He also felt the relationship between orcs and weapons. It was not just a simple tool, but a bond with warriors.

"Put your hands on the wood and keep the image in your mind. Follow what naturally comes to you and transform it into what you want."

The night elf's fingers began to roam the tree trunk, and Brox placed his hand on top of him. Suddenly, the wood became soft and then changed its shape.
Chapter completed!