Although Hildano became the commander and took down many military affairs, there was one thing that he had no choice but to do. That was to restore the Akara Gorge that he had plotted for to be burned to the ground! This was something that he had to do as a Druid.

It was late at night when Hildano quietly walked out of his room and transformed into a Golden-winged Roc. He soared into the sky, and with a few spread of his wings, he arrived above Akara, looking at the burnt trees in the valley, the charred rocks, and the stinky air. It was as if Hildano could see countless souls howling, denouncing the injustice they had suffered, denouncing their miserable fates.

"Hildano landed on top of the mountain and looked at the valley that had been destroyed by the raging flames. He felt as though he was naturally crying out in grief. This was all his fault." O Souls of Nature that have suffered, let go of your hearts, and let me, the sinner of sin, restore you to the bosom of the earth. "Spirit Returning Technique!"

Countless souls were trembling, countless spirits of nature were clamoring, and they were debating whether to accept the baptism of the Spirit Returning Technique or not. Slowly, some souls received the baptism of the Spirit Return Technique. They slowly condensed into a solid form, turning from transparent to translucent. Furthermore, their entire body could even emit a faint glow.

If there was another Transcender, he would also play with Demon Beasts to fight for hegemony. Then he would definitely scream out "Little Fairy". That's right, it's Wisp. This spell is meant for understanding nature. This was a type of Creation Art. It could create an entity for the soul. This entity only had a gentle aura and no negative emotions.

"The time right now is not enough for me to do anything. When I return to the Constellation Village and finish what I have to do, I will come back to atone for my sins." Hildano said softly. After decades of cultivating as a Druid, his heart no longer cared about anything else. Hildano was currently living in this world, and he even had fellow clansmen. This clansman might sound a little forced, but in the end, he was still of the same race. It gave him strength. If he could not love it for its selflessness, then he was no different from a demon.

As he looked at these new life forms, Hildano was deeply moved. Could it be that only new life could have no struggles? This reminded him of his battle with Kroger.

"Scarfati, when you get back, write down everyone's credit. I want to ask for credit for them." Halfway through their meeting in the Village of Stars, Hildano said to his appointed aide-de-camp.

"Yes, my lord." Scarfati said respectfully.

"Scarfati, bring all the archers back." Hildano was afraid that they would be treated as deserters by Querdorei, so he sent them back to the team, in case he had to give a confession to Querdore.

"What are these archers doing? We are doing our best in Akara, but they are doing nothing here." Krueger took the opportunity to complain. He looked down on these kaldorei.

"You have nothing to do while they are at it, Wizard. Our task is to lure the trolls to Akara, not to use our bodies to stop the trolls from charging at us. Remember, don't just look at anyone's face, it will only show you his bad side. " Hildano said indifferently. Towards this fellow who was causing trouble for him, Hildano really wanted to get rid of him. However, in order to prevent the night elves from fighting with him, he endured.

"Only a captain like you would treat deserters this way." Krueger said bitterly.

"I'll say it again, they are not deserters, they are just left behind. If they fall behind, they will only be killed by the trolls, and more than 1000 of the 1500 I lead will die." More than a thousand elves have died in a single battle. I don't know how many of these battles we elves can fight. But I know that the trolls will win their final victory more than we do, because they have a population tens of thousands of times my own. "

"Alright, Krueger, speak less. Captain Hildano's actions were not wrong. If there is no need to sacrifice himself, then it would be foolish. "Now, Captain Hildano, go and count the results of the battle!" Andrews interrupted their argument.

"Yes, Lord Commander." Hildano left quickly.

Thinking back to what had happened, and thinking about Andrews's words, he realized that the night elves were already inexorably divided.

After a few days, Hildano came to the Akara Gorge. He wanted to cast a Druid spell on the unfinished valley. The terrain of the valley was very good, and with slight modifications, he would be able to obtain a good base.

"The spirit of nature has been disturbed, and your intruder has come back to you. "Quiet!" Cenarius' Serenity was not a healing spell. It allowed nature to return to its former calm state, and the damaged parts to their original state.

The ground under fire slowly turned from red to black and tender grass grew on it. The cracked rocks also slowly closed the scar and gave off a silent atmosphere. The burned-out trees had taken root again and were growing again.

"In order to redeem my sins, I shall offer my blessings to the spirits of nature here, the blessings of nature itself!" The Akara Valley began to fill with green gas. The Blessing of Nature was a kind of eternal blessing. It allowed the trees, flowers, and rocks here to come to life at any time, turning them into grass, tree people, and stone men. As a result, the Akkara Valley was a natural place for outsiders to be attacked the moment they showed hostility. Moreover, these grass, tree, and stone men would grow stronger with the passage of time. This place would become the tomb of the chaotic.

At this moment, Hildano didn't know that this place would be another holy land for the Night Elves, nor did he know that this place was a very important base when fighting against the Burning Legion, nor did he know that this was the place where the ancient trees of war, wisdom, and wind originated from.

Hildano could feel the joy of the Spirit of Nature. He smiled in relief. Naturally, it was just like his home in this world. He could not abandon his home.

Blessing! This was an ability that he obtained from the Well of Eternity. Just like how the Titans had bestowed upon the dragons that protected them, after the catastrophe, the first World Tree of the Night Elves was able to survive after receiving the blessings of three Dragons, granting the Night Elves eternal life. Only then would the Night Elves who had lost the Well of Eternity be able to gain spiritual support, allowing them to reassert their authority over Malfurion.

"Roar!" After relaxing, Hildano let out a loud roar. Then, he jumped up forcefully and turned into the Golden-winged Great Peng flying away.