I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

Chapter 442: Teldrassil Crisis

"Mr. Irving?"

"Mr. Irwin!"

Malfurion's beard trembled as he spoke, and it was not until the old druid raised his voice that he finally brought the shocked and dazed Alvin back to reality.

"What are you thinking about so intently? I thought you were in a dream like the druid."

Seeing that Alvin finally came to his senses, Green Shadow asked with a smile.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about you."

"I'm right here with you."

Green Shadow smiled and took Alvin's hand and interlocked their fingers.

Even Tyrande's face felt a little hot when she heard Alvin's confession-like conversation.

Then she secretly glanced at her husband and suddenly thought - ten thousand years ago, when she and Malfurion were young, weren't they affectionate every day?

When Alvin came to his senses, he found that a sand table model made of vines had appeared on the round table in front of him.

Tyrande just smiled at Elwynn.

"Let's get back to the real topic, Alvin."

Tyrande said softly, "Before you begin your investigation, I need to update you on the intelligence we have."

The moonlight flowing from the fingertips of the Moon Priestess was marking a track of activity on the sand table - a winding route that ran from the northern coast of Kalimdor all the way west along the coast.

"This is Auberdine, one of the Kaldorei strongholds in Kalimdor. Since Teldrassil was isolated overseas, we established this stronghold, just across the sea from us."

"After receiving the news from the Green Dragon Legion, we also sent out sentinels to support the Green Dragons. However, just like the missing Green Dragons, the people I sent also completely vanished without a trace. Remember, they were all battle-hardened female hunters. They must have encountered some unknown danger."

Malfurion slammed his moss-lined palm down on the round emerald table, causing it to shake slightly.

"Alvin, the situation is very passive now."

His voice seemed to come from deep within the tree roots.

&34;I can feel the whisper of nature, a kind of corrosion, like the spores of silver fern growing in the rotting roots...&34;

The moonlight filtered through the glazed dome of the Temple of Elune, casting mottled shadows of trees on his pale face.

Green Shadow suddenly noticed that the teacher's fingers holding the edge of the table were twitching.

This discovery sent chills down her spine—in her thousands of years as a druid apprentice, she had never seen her teacher look so tired.

Just as she was about to speak, Malfurion's body, as strong as an iron tower, suddenly shook, and the bulging muscles under his robe trembled like treetops in a storm.

His body, as strong as an iron tower, could not stand steadily, and he stumbled and almost fell.

&34;Be careful!&34;

Tyrande quickly came to her husband's side, and at the same time as Green Shadow, she held Malfurion's shoulders. The priest's long skirt moved without wind in the halo of divine magic.

Alvin noticed that Malfurion's breathing was becoming disordered and he couldn't even stand steadily.

&34;Teacher!&34;

Malfurion gasped when the green shadow's fingertips touched his shoulder - the druid's body should have been filled with the warmth of the Emerald Dream and the strength of a beast.

But at this moment, Malfurion was as cold as frost-bitten bark.

&34;Your natural powers are fading!&34;

&34;That's another thing we wanted to say.&34;

Tyrande helped her husband sit down on the vine-woven seat, and the moonlight caressed the tear-shaped wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

"Since receiving the warning from the green dragon, the druid troops have gradually fallen into a deep sleep."

She turned her head and looked towards the opposite side of the temple window, where the druids gathered.

"Even the messenger from Moonglade brought back the tragic news that the Cenarion Circle was completely paralyzed."

Alvin felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

He looked at Darnassus shrouded in mist outside the temple, and suddenly felt that this city in the forest was indeed eerily peaceful.

The cries of the owl beasts that usually rose and fell had completely disappeared.

&34;Sleeping?&34;

Green Shadow stood up, "This is impossible, Druid's sleep..."

&34;That's the scariest part.&34;

Malfurion raised his arm with difficulty and interrupted his disciple.

"We can't even enter the Emerald Dream to confirm what's going on! Every druid who takes the initiative to enter the dream to investigate has fallen into a deep sleep..."

He suddenly coughed violently, and Tyrande gently stroked her husband's back.

&34;Let me show you for yourself.&34;

Her silver eyes were filled with the changing phases of the moon. "Erwin needs to know what we're facing."

"He's Green Shadow's...good friend, like one of our own..."

Malfurion nodded.

As he crossed Teldrassil, Alvin noticed that the plants along the street seemed to have wilted a lot.

This elven capital built on the crown of the World Tree now looked like a giant suffering from a fever, and even the firefly spores floating in the air seemed dim.

Every tree house they passed was inlaid with moonlight crystals, but the window frames that should have been shining with silver light now glowed a strange green.

&34;May Elune bless you, High Priest.&34;

The sentinel captain who was grooming the Night Blade Leopard knelt on one knee, and the moon blade emblem on her breastplate made a slight sound with her movement.

The priestesses on both sides of the street stopped their stardust spindles and bowed to Tyrande.

When Alvin counted to the seventeenth elf who saluted, he saw the first man - a young man who was watering the saplings with an oak staff. The wrinkles on his face were still very light.

By the way, this is what Green Shadow told him, how to judge the age of a night elf. Generally speaking, the darker the facial lines, the longer they have lived.

"What about those who don't have facial lines?"

"Well, such people would be considered..."

Green Shadow blushed as he explained, "They might like the same sex..."

While Alvin was still daydreaming, everyone had already arrived in front of the ancient tree facing the temple.

Only then did he finally understand why Tyrande insisted on coming in person.

The surface of this giant tree, which should have shone with emerald light, was covered with spider-web-like black veins, and sticky dark red resin continuously seeped out from the cracks in the bark.

Most disturbing of all were the drooping vines—twisted into strange spirals like strangled snakes, with black spikes at the ends that resembled insect mouthparts.

"The hollow of this tree is called the Great Den, where druids usually sleep."

"The tree suddenly began to decay."

Green Shadow's voice was trembling. Alvin held her hand, and it felt as cold as ice.

&34;Then the druids fell into a deep sleep...&34;

Tyrande sighed helplessly.

"Frankly speaking, our current situation is very dangerous. We know the enemy is there, but we can't find them, and we don't know what their purpose is."

Malfurion Stormrage added, emphasizing his tone.

"Alvin, the current situation is very passive. I can feel the whispers of nature. It is a kind of corrosion, a poison to the forest, but I can't be sure..."