Stormwind God

Elven language is the homework of every advanced human mage.

Moreover, for this mission, Duke also specifically instructed Ronin to make up for the ancient elf language and etiquette. These things are very poor, both in Dalaran and Stormwind City. This is not important. There are still many inheritances left over from the high elves.

Luo Ning made a two-way journey from sailing to Theramore and then to Azshara, and practiced a few thousand and hundreds of ancient rituals by himself.

"Hello, Your Excellency Tyrande Whisperwind, my name is Ronin, from the Eastern Kingdoms mainland on the other side of the endless sea. It is an alliance of nearly ten kingdoms of four races, including humans, high elves, dwarves, and dwarfs Messengers sent. "

"Hello, Mr. Ronin."

It can be seen that Tyrande is very satisfied with Ronin's practice of the night elves etiquette.

Regardless of orthodoxy or standards, for a temporary messenger who was pretended to be visiting, he could exercise to this point, and it really shows that he really has his heart.

Originally, everything should be perfect, and the guests and the hosts would like everything next.

The next moment, Tyrande seemed to see something. She seemed a little uncertain, and after Xingyan's eyes opened, she stared again at Ronin's chest.

To be precise, Tyrande is the Mark of the Marcus family looking at Ronin's chest. You know, from a diplomatic point of view, it's quite rude to stare at something like this so often.

But Tyrande couldn't control it, and even murmured, "Impossible! So long ago ..."

Luo Ning was embarrassed: "Dear Mr. Whispering Wind, may I ask, what's wrong with my badge? In fact, this is my Master Marcus's emblem."

"Marcus, right ..." Tyrande fainted slightly. "Sorry, reminds me of a little old time. The badge your Master passed on to you is like something I knew a long time ago."

"Oh, that's it." Luo Ning could only follow along.

Tyrande seemed very concerned, because the elves' eyebrows were quite long, so as long as the muscles between the eyebrows flickered, the change would be very obvious.

"I can take the liberty to ask, how many years have you ... Master's inheritance? Is there 10,000 years?"

This question is very strange, and Luo Ning is also very abrupt. Regarding Master Duke's inheritance, Luo Ning is also aggressive, only knowing that Master Duke himself acknowledged has only one hundred hands of death. The problem is that Gao Shi has not appeared in nearly fifteen years.

If Tyrande asked if there was a hundred years, Ronin would never dare to answer indiscriminately.

But ten thousand years ...

Luo Ning laughed: "I'm sorry, humans don't have such a long history as night elves. Human beings really emerged as a kingdom and a more systematic civilization. That was when the King Soradin unified the human races two thousand and eight hundred years ago. Earlier, human beings were relatively primitive clans. The human civilization recorded in history can only go back as far as 4,000 years ago. It is impossible for 10,000 years or something. "

"That's it!" Tyrande's exquisite face had an undisguised disappointment, and then she resumed her calm demeanor as the high priest of the goddess of the moon: "Sorry again, pull away. Will the messenger of the alliance, you Why are you here? "

"For the Burning Legion's imminent invasion of the Kalimdor continent, and even the world tree Nordrassil in the holy mountain Hyjal, a special warning message is sent to the night elves."

After all, Ronin spread his palm, and in the crystal that can record the real image, it was the scene where Archimonde came to Azeroth and directly destroyed Dalaran.

Tyrande looked stunned, and in a pair of apricot eyes, the blue light representing the moon goddess Elune gathered at a high speed, filling almost all the places in the eye sockets. Only by looking at the sacred light forcibly, can you see that the pupil surrounded by white eyes is like a blue-colored glass bead.

"Sure enough, what was foreseen in the dream was true." Tyrande's voice was more murmured.

She remembered the nightmare scenes that frequently appeared in her dreams in the past month.

In the past, as long as she fell asleep and dreamed, her soul would fly to the sky with the blessing of Elune. But recently, she found that her soul couldn't get rid of the **** of the earth and could only wander under the clouds.

The more she flew down, the closer to the Moon Goddess Palace, the more terrible scenes appeared in the horizon.

Mount Hyjal is getting clearer, so is the world tree Nordrassil, and so is the Well of Eternity.

I saw that the black water was spinning wildly in the well of the big lake, and the colored lake was rolled out from the bottom of the river, which was extremely scary. The powerful magical energy contained in the water of the Well of Eternity dissipated as the huge waves rising from the lake hit the shore.

The lake tumbles like boiling water.

Countless night elf priests and druids prayed by the well.

But the more we pray for forgiveness from the Well of Eternity, the worse it gets. The sky was filled with heavy rain and thunder and lightning. The beautiful houses near the Well of Eternity seemed to be washed away by the lake.

Why is this happening?

What happened to the Well of Eternity? In a confused dream, Tyrande felt strange and frightened more than once.

Turning his head and looking out of Mount Hyjal, it was as dark as the night of Mount Hyjal.

Do not! It's darker.

The thick, thick ink tone will only remind Tyrande of the unknown.

This is really abnormal, and it is certainly dangerous.

What are the sentries in the clan doing?

Her soul flew over the mountain road of Mount Hyjal, and when she saw the guards guarding the main road in silence, she could not see her existence.

Or is it just her dream?

She floated to the periphery of the building complex on the top of the mountain and wanted to go out to see what happened. She had thought that she could easily pass through the magic barrier wrapped on the mountain, but she encountered an obstacle.

Who had released a very complex and powerful magic spell around Mount Hyjal, blocking the extension of her perception, and preventing her from exploring everything outside.

This made her feel like a young bird waiting to be born in the eggshell, but she didn't know if there was a ferocious predatory beast to break her up or destroy her, or break the eggshell and drag her out to devour.

This unknown terror disturbed her.

However, she could not penetrate this mysterious and evil magic.

Every time she wanted to try, she felt an unexpected pain. She couldn't make a noise. This pain can't be solved with just a few calls.

Every time the dream comes here, all the images disappear.

When she woke up, she found herself in the pure and flawless world in the Temple of the Moon Goddess. She is the high priest of the goddess of the moon, and the leader of the entire night elf clan, even if she has unknown foresight in her dreams.

This alone did not allow her to make greater moves until she saw Archimonde's image ...