Stormwind God

Van Dahl recognized the owner of the dragon scale almost at a glance, and ran over, "Have Her Majesty Nozdormu needed help? The night elves are willing to help!"

As soon as Vandal spoke, Tyrande's face was a little unnatural.

The night elves adore the laws of nature and abhor the use of arcane arts to destroy and destroy nature. This is a tradition since ancient times.

Among the night elves, in addition to Elune, the goddess of the moon, and Cenarius, the demigod of nature, the elves also worship the three guardian dragons that blessed the world tree.

It was just that Vandal had done a bit out of character. He was almost saying that the night elves were willing to use their power to kneel and lick Nozdormu.

In addition, two days after the Great Bangalore in Shanghai, Vandal began to advocate inside the night elves to plant another world tree, so that the three guardian dragons would once again give magic blessings.

Now that Vandal is so flattering, it is nothing more than to please Nozdormu. This apparently generous, but unprincipled approach makes Tyrande very angry.

After all, in Tyrande's eyes, everything needs to be done in order of priority. The first thing the night elves have to do is to eliminate dangers, such as destroying the demon army and eliminating space cracks, and then rebuilding. Now that both sides are not doing well, this guy Fandal jumped out and said that he would unconditionally support Nozdormu's operation?

Please, you don't even know what Nozdormu wants to do, so you claim to press the whole night elves up.

Tyrande couldn't hold back even a good temper.

He just couldn't happen, because during those years when Malfurion roamed in the Emerald Dream, as a disciple of Malfurion, Fandal controlled the Cenarion Council in a practical sense. Even if Malfurion returns, because Malfurion pays more attention to matters in the natural realm, the custom is still handed to Fandal.

The night elves are a true race, but the doctrine of the goddess of the moon and the druid doctrine coexist, so even if Tyrande is the high priest, it is impossible to turn the night elves into one of her halls of speech.

When Vandal made a promise, Tyrande just wanted to say something ...

Vandal was slashed by Krassus, and to be precise, by Nozdormu. Seeing that Vandal wanted to touch the earthy dragon scale, Krassus held his hand: "Sorry, the King of Time made it clear that no night elves can participate in this operation."

Fan Daer Deer Helmet's face was very wonderful, it was like mixing the mess of ketchup and soy sauce on his face.

Don't come too fast!

This time just indicated kneeling and licking, and then the dragon face was beaten over there.

This is not exhortation, but a warning!

Because Krassus not only stopped, but released Long Wei without concealment. This is Longwei of the ancient dragon! The elf hunters and archers standing a little weaker and standing nearby were all overwhelmed.

Fandal could n’t, and did n’t dare to attack. After all, Krassus did not represent a dragon, but the will of the entire Dragon Sleeping Temple. He had to pinch his nose to recognize: "Since this is the will of Her Majesty Nozdormu, then please Do it yourself. "

After all, Fandal actually bowed to Krassus and ran away without looking at Duke. From beginning to end, he really regarded Duke and his party as air men.

"He!" Ronin gritted his teeth.

"Hum!" Queen Greek and Jaina snorted at the same time!

Even the best-tempered Kael'thas couldn't bear it, his mouth squirmed for a long while, and he saw no action until Duke kept showing.

Poor Tyrande, on both sides, he was unwilling to please, and she apologized to Vandal for helplessly: "Sorry, Lord Marcus, Vandal is the most radical natural supremacist. He hates anyone and things that destroy nature And he hates the Arcanist ... "

Duke waved his hand: "It's okay! I know. Compared to the return of Her Majesty Alexa and my lover and companions, these are trivial matters."

Tyrande bowed down and apologized again.

At this time, Duke finally reached out and touched the earthy dragon scale.

Almost as soon as he touched the dragon scales, Duke heard a terrible howling in the sea of ​​spirits.

That's the pain and longevity of the Dragon King!

Duke's facial muscles were twitching, although he had let the system elves make nine mental barriers in his mental sea ahead of time.

The flood of information still broke his seven defenses in one breath.

If it is the guy who is almost mentally weak, he can become mentally retarded if he has no time to resist in a minute.

There were horrible pictures in Duke's mind.

As if in front of him, the body is huge like a mountain, and King Nozdormu of time appears!

Unlike the majesty that last engulfed Deathwing Nasario, Nozdormu's body looked broken. Although as a special dragon condensed with sand, his dragon body has never been the kind of bright and blind, but that kind of dragon scale seems to have been eroded by the wind for thousands of years, and it will feel old and decayed at any time. Still give Duke a great heart shock.

The vitality of the dragon of time is time!

As the King of Time, but unable to withstand the erosion of time, how bad is Nozdormu's current condition?

Duke saw the dragon's skin constantly on the dragon's face like cracked plaster, peeling it off one after another, and looking at the very personified despair expression on Nozdormu's face, Duke was shocked.

The illusory images in the spiritual world have not affected the vision in reality.

Duke also saw the concerns on Krassus's face. Obviously Krassus saw and experienced the illusions. Now it is Duke's turn to watch.

Nozdormu didn't speak, his figure disappeared, but presented a huge continent. It's a vast continent in the atmosphere where you can't see the end, there are extremely steep mountains, forest-covered plains ...

As the horizon gradually increased, until the horizon went to the universe and the entire continent could be seen, Duke suddenly realized that this was the Kalimdor continent.

Not the current Kalimdor, but the ancient Kalimdor continent before the War of the Ancients.

The message from Dragonscale made Duke easily believe that it was the source of Nozdorm's pain.

Even if he had been mentally prepared, Duke yelled in his heart: the battle of the ancient times? Oh damn!

Ever since the Dark Door opened for the first time, Azeroth's moths have continued, but please don't let the goddess of fate bother me to burn the Legion twice in a row!

Thinking about it is also drunk.

After watching these pictures, Duke went back to reality with embarrassment. Although immersed in the spiritual world for only a few seconds, Duke felt a little exhausted.

Not only did his back fall into the water, he was soaked with sweat, but his body was unconsciously breathing heavily.