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What's more, for this mission, Duke also specially instructed Luo Ning to make up for the ancient elven language and etiquette. These things, whether it is Dalaran or Stormwind City, are very poor, it doesn't matter, there are still a lot of inheritances left over from the High Elves.

Luo Ning made a two-way voyage from the boat to Theramore, and then to Azhara, and practiced the ancient rites by himself thousands and hundreds of times.

"Hello, Your Excellency Tyrande*, I am Luo Ning, from the Eastern Kingdom Continent on the other side of the Endless Sea, and I am an emissary sent by an alliance composed of nearly ten kingdoms of four races, including humans, high elves, dwarves, and gnomes. ”

"Hello, Mr. Ronin. ”

It could be seen that Tyrande was very satisfied with Ronin's hard practice of Night Elf etiquette.

It doesn't matter about orthodoxy or standards, for a temporary envoy who has been presumptuously notified of his visit, being able to train to this point does show that he is really attentive.

Originally, everything should be perfect, and then the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves or something.

But in the next moment, Tyrande seemed to see something. She seemed a little unsure, and after her apricot eyes widened, she looked at Luo Ning's chest again.

To be precise, Tyrande was the Marcus family emblem that looked at Ronin's chest. You know, from a diplomatic point of view, it's quite rude to stare at someone else like this.

But Tyrande just couldn't control himself, and even muttered to himself, "No way......!

Luo Ning looked embarrassed: "Your Excellency, may I ask, is there anything wrong with my badge? In fact, this is the emblem of my master Marcus." ”

"Marcus, no......" Tyrande bowed slightly, "I'm sorry, but it reminds me of something from the old past." The badge that your master has passed down to you is very much like something from an acquaintance of mine a long, long time ago. ”

"Oh, that's right. Luo Ning could only go along the way.

Tyrande seemed to be very concerned, because the elves' eyebrows were quite long, so as long as the muscles between the eyebrows shook slightly, the change would be very noticeable.

"I may venture to ask, ...... How many years has Master's inheritance been, is there 10,000 years?"

This question is very strange, and Luo Ning is also very abrupt. Regarding the inheritance of Master Duke, Luo Ning was also confused, only knowing that the master admitted by Duke himself had only one hundred-handed death reaper. The problem is that he hasn't been seen for nearly fifteen years.

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

But 10,000 years......

Luo Ning smiled: "I'm sorry, but humans don't have such a long history as the Night Elves. The real emergence of kingdoms and relatively systematic civilizations in mankind was 2,800 years ago, when Emperor Soladin unified the various clans of mankind. Earlier, humans were relatively primitive clans. The oldest recorded human civilization can only be traced back to 4,000 years ago. 10,000 years or something, it's really impossible. ”

"That's right!" Tyrande's delicate face had an unconcealed disappointment, and then she regained her serene demeanor as the High Priestess of the Goddess of the Moon: "Sorry again, I pulled away. May I ask the emissary of the Alliance, what are you here for?"

"For the Burning Legion's imminent invasion of the continent of Kalimdor and even the World Tree of the Holy Mountain Hygar, Nodashir, we have specially sent a warning message to the Night Elves. ”

With that, Ronin spread out his palm, and in the crystal that could record the image of reality, what was projected was the scene of Akmund descending on Azeroth and directly destroying Dalaran.

Tyrande's expression was grim, and in a pair of almond eyes, the blue light representing the moon goddess Elune converged at high speed, filling almost all the places in the eye sockets. Only by braving the divine brilliance and forcibly looking over, can you see that the pupil surrounded by the whites of the eyes is like a blue glass bead.

Sure enough, what was foreseen in the dream was true. Tyrande's voice was more like a murmur.

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

In the past, as long as she fell asleep, as soon as she fell asleep, her soul would fly into the sky with Elune's blessing. Recently, however, she discovered that her soul could not free herself from the earth's bondage, and could only wander under the clouds.

The further down she flew, the closer she got to the Moon Goddess's palace, the more terrifying scenes appeared in her vision.

Mount Hyjal was seen more and more clearly, so was the World Tree Nodashir, and so was the Well of Eternity.

I saw that in the well that looked like a big lake, the black water was spinning wildly, and the colorful lake water rolled out from the bottom of the river, which was extremely terrifying. As the waves of the lake crashed onto the shore, the powerful magical energy contained in the water of the Well of Eternity escaped.

The lake is tumbling like boiling water.

Countless Night Elf priests and druids prostrate themselves by the well praying.

But the more you pray for the forgiveness of the Well of Eternity, the more it intensifies. In the sky, torrential rain and thunder and lightning roared. The beautiful houses near the Well of Eternity are about to be washed away by the lake.

Why is this happening?

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

Turning his head to look out at Mount Hyjal, the sky was already as dark as the night of Mount Hyjal.

No! it's darker.

The sticky, dark hue only reminded Tyrande of ominousness.

It's really anomalous, and it's definitely dangerous.

What are the sentinels doing?

Her soul flew over the mountain path of Mount Hyjal, and when she saw the guards guarding the main road, she was silent, and she could not see her existence at all.

Or was it just her simple dream?

She floated to the outskirts of the mountaintop complex, and was about to go out to see what was going on, when she thought she would be able to easily pass through the magical barrier wrapped around the top of the mountain, but she ran into an obstacle.

Someone had unleashed a very complex and powerful magic spell around Mount Hyjal, blocking the extension of her perception and her ability to explore the outside world.

It made her feel like a chick waiting to be born in an eggshell, but she didn't know if a ferocious predatory beast was trying to smash her to pieces, or if it would break the eggshell and drag her out and devour.

This unknown horror made her very uneasy.

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

Every time she wanted to try, she felt an unexpected hint of pain. She couldn't scream. This pain is not solved by a few screams.

Every time the dream came to this point, all the images would disappear.

When she awoke, she found herself once again in the pure and immaculate world of the Temple of the Moon Goddess. She is the High Priestess of the Moon Goddess and the leader of the entire Night Elf Clan, even if she has ominous foresight in her dreams.

That alone didn't make her make a bigger move, until she saw Akmund's image......