noffsinger Chapter 467: Sent to the Watcher's Cave
Chapter 467: Sent to the Watcher's Cave
The morning mist had completely dissipated on the top floor of the Moon Temple.
The dewdrops condensed on the wooden window frames had long been evaporated by the midday sun.
Tyrande Whisperwind leaned against the sandalwood window frame, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of the letter, waking up the two owls that were napping on her window frame.
This was the third time she had read these two parchment scrolls that smelled of morning dew.
Shantis and Alvin are really efficient.
After only one morning of setting out, we have basically figured out the enemy's movements.
But the letter that arrived later still surprised her a little.
She hadn't expected Shandris and Alwyn to suddenly turn their attention to Fandral Staghelm.
"Eat something, little ones."
The priestess fed the food on the silver plate to the two owls, and the big birds immediately made happy purring sounds and came to Tyrande's palm to peck at the food.
The second letter is obviously different from the first.
The wax seal showed how confidential the letter was; even the handwriting of the adopted daughter, Shandris Feathermoon, was much more sloppy than usual.
Tyrande's eyes repeatedly lingered on the paragraph about Dawnwheat, and those seemingly harmless little golden flowers suddenly became glaring in her memory.
She looked out the window and saw that these small flowers were blooming almost all over Teldrassil.
Even at the Druid Promotion Conference a few months ago, she saw with her own eyes that Fandral placed wreaths made of morning wheat on the foreheads of the new druids.
In her heart, Fandral Staghelm has always been a very capable druid.
He has almost completely mastered the ways of druidry. After Green Shadow left, Fandral was basically the only best assistant who always stayed by the couple's side.
He had made great contributions in the Beetle War and even lost his own son.
But now, although Shandris did not say it directly in the letter, her accusation against Staghelm, or rather Alvin's speculation, seemed quite reasonable and well-founded to her, which made the Moon Priestess who had lived for tens of thousands of years feel embarrassed.
She really wanted to discuss this matter with her lover.
But unfortunately, not long after Shandris and Alwyn left, Malfurion fell into a deep sleep. Now it is still the green shadow that protects their dreams to prevent them from falling into a nightmare.
"Morning Light Wheat..."
Could it be that Staghelm really took advantage of this and trapped the druids in a dream?
But now there is really no one available in Teldrassil. The druids are all asleep, the elite sentinels have been sent to the Dark Coast, and Green Shadow is maintaining his dream and cannot split himself. What should he do?
There are many female priests in the Moon Temple. Let them investigate the matter of Stag Helmet?
I'm afraid they themselves don't believe it, and maybe the news will leak out. What should we do?
The priestess looked at the two owls happily eating their food and fell into deep thought.
Suddenly, a somewhat risky idea came into her mind.
She clapped her hands gently and called to her maid.
There was the rustling sound of mooncloth robes rubbing against the stone steps outside the door, and the priestess quickly put the letter into her sleeve.
When the trainee priest outside the door came in, she saw that the high priest she respected had long since regained his former sacred and beautiful appearance, and was concentrating on combing the owl's feathers.
"Please prepare some paper and pen for me. I need to write a letter and send it out as soon as possible."
"Yes, High Priest,"
The girl's voice was still a little childish.
"Who is this letter for?"
Tyrande's hand holding the food froze in the air for half a second.
She seemed to have made up her mind.
"Send it to the Vault of the Watchers and tell the Watchers that I need their help."
The midday sun penetrates the emerald canopy, casting golden coin-like spots on the moss carpet.
At this time, Elwyn and Shandris were still unaware of Tyrande's predicament in Teldrassil. After running frantically for most of the morning, they finally reached the end of the Dark Coast in the afternoon and officially entered Ashenvale.
Alvin reined in the Nightsaber Leopard,
The Ashenvale before them unfolded the pristine landscape of the forest most cherished by the night elves—everywhere were ancient giant trees that twenty people could not hug together, forming a natural arcade along the mountainside.
Further south, the road narrows into a narrow path, winding into a green valley.
The path sometimes went through the valley and sometimes along the ridge. The beauty of the scenery beside it made Alvin dazzled.
In the distance, among the mountains, you can vaguely see two towering watchtowers, which should be the work of the night elves.
"That's Maestra's Watch. Let's go there first. The reinforcements from Astranaar will meet us there."
Shandris said, pointing to the watchtower in the distance.
"This forest is the treasure of the Kaldorei. There shouldn't be any such pristine forests in your eastern continent anymore, right?"
The Sentinel General said proudly,
"Every path in this forest is overgrown with plants, and wild beasts often walk along the paths. There are also some indigenous bear monsters here. If a human like you walks alone in this forest, you will probably become food for the wild beasts very quickly."
As Shandris spoke, her tone turned to sarcasm towards Alvin.
"Then you underestimate me. When I first arrived in Draenor, I also landed in the primeval forest and killed several of those giant leap beasts."
Alvin didn't care. He didn't know whether the night elves knew what "leap beasts" were. Anyway, he just blew it out first.
"And I want to refute you on one point. We also have a primeval forest in the Eastern Continent. It's called Stranglethorn Vale, and it's located south of Stormwind Kingdom."
"Humph, that certainly can't compare to our forest."
Shantis, who has a strong desire to win, doesn't want to be outdone by this human man even in this aspect.
She waved her hand impatiently, pointing to a path along the edge of the valley.
"This road will take us to the Zoram Coast. My sentries have confirmed that there are indeed signs of human activity. I believe we are on the right path."
Shandris reminded him. Alvin rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, but he couldn't see any path. There was only a forest covered with tall trees and bushes...
"But we have to go to Maestra Outpost first to reunite with the reinforcements. We should be able to reach the Zoram Coast before sunset today."
"Okay, it's up to you."
Alvin nodded.
Although he was also very anxious, he knew that he should not be impatient at a time like this. In such a primeval forest, a layman like him might get lost in minutes, and he had to rely on these natural female hunters to act as guides.
If we go up rashly and encounter the same terrible bomb as before, it will be difficult to deal with.
At this moment, Alvin's Night Blade Leopard suddenly let out a warning growl, and its front paws plowed deep grooves in the ground restlessly.
Akalitha rode with Alvin on the same horse. Akalitha put her arm around Alvin's waist and whispered in his ear, "Brother Alvin, there's a strange creature behind that big tree!"
But Alvin didn't see anything. The vegetation was too dense and there was no way he could see anything!
But the female hunters seemed to notice something at the same time.
In an instant, six silver figures fanned out and surrounded the tree.
Amidst the roars of wild beasts, Alvin finally saw the dark shadow curled up in the bushes - an eight-foot-tall bear monster!
On its back, covered with asphalt-colored mane, three claw marks so deep that the bone was visible were oozing fluorescent green pus.
"It's the bear monster here! He's seriously injured! Strange, what in the forest could hurt these guys?"
Arya reported to Shandris loudly,
"etc!"
Alvin suddenly flipped over from the Night Blade Leopard and landed on the ground, quickly walking to the front of the bear monster.
"His wounds... were inflicted by the demons summoned by the warlocks!"
The unconscious bear monster suddenly convulsed and coughed up brown blood, obviously seriously injured. He struggled with his eyes half open, mumbling something incomprehensible.
Alvin immediately lay down beside his mouth, only to hear the fragmented Kaldorei language squeezed out of the dying creature's throat: "Aesina... Temple..."