Vandal recognized the owner of the dragon scales almost at a glance, and ran over, "Is it His Majesty Nozdorm who needs help?

As soon as Vandal spoke, Tyrande's face was already a little unnatural. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It has been a tradition since ancient times that the Night Elves revere the laws of nature and abhor the misuse and destruction of nature by arcane.

Among the Night Elves, in addition to believing in Elune, the goddess of the moon, and Cenarius, the demigod of nature, the elves also worship the three guardian dragons who gave the blessing of the World Tree in the first place.

It's just that Vandal is a bit out of line, he's almost saying that the Night Elves are willing to give their whole clan the strength to kneel and lick Nozdorm.

In addition, less than two days after the explosion of Mount Hyjal, Vandal began to advocate for the planting of another World Tree within the Night Elves so that the three guardian dragons could once again bestow magical blessings.

Now Vandal is so flattering, nothing more than to curry favor with Nozdorm, this superficial generosity, but in fact unprincipled, makes Tyrande quite angry in his heart.

After all, in Tyrande's eyes, everything should be prioritized. The first thing the Night Elves do is eliminate dangers, such as destroying the demon army and removing the spatial rifts, before rebuilding work. Now that both sides have not done a good job, this guy Vandal jumped out and said that he wanted to unconditionally support Nozdorm's operation?

Please, you don't even know what Nozdorm is going to do, and you claim to be crushing the entire Night Elf Clan.

Tyrande, no matter how good-tempered he was, couldn't help it.

However, he couldn't have a seizure, because during the years that Malfurion roamed in the Emerald Dream Realm, Vandal, as Malfurion's great disciple, actually controlled the Senarion Council. Even if Malfurion returned, because Malfurion was more concerned with the affairs of the natural realm, the mundane affairs were still left to Vandal.

It is true that the Night Elves are a **** race, but the Goddess of the Moon Doctrine and the Druid Doctrine coexist, so even if Tyrande is the High Priestess, it is impossible to turn the Night Elf Clan into her hall.

Vandal scrambled to promise, and Tyrande was just about to say something......

Vandal was slapped in the face by Crassus, to be precise, by Nozdorm. Seeing that Vandal actually wanted to touch the earthy yellow dragon scales, Crassus stopped his hand: "I'm sorry, the Lord of Time has made it clear that no Night Elves can participate in this operation. ”

Vandal Deerhelm's face was so wonderful, it was like a mess of ketchup, soy sauce and so on all on his face.

What a retribution, don't come too fast and too violently!

As soon as he said kneeling and licking here, he was slapped in the face by the dragon clan over there.

This is not an exhortation, it is a warning!

Because Crassus not only stopped, but unabashedly unleashed Long Wei. This is the dragon power of the ancient dragons! The elven huntress and archers who were slightly weaker and stood guard nearby were all overwhelmed.

Vandal couldn't, and didn't dare to attack, after all, Crassus did not represent him as a dragon, but the will of the entire Dragon Sleeping Temple, so he had to pinch his nose and admit it: "Since this is the will of His Majesty Nozdorm, then please take care of yourself." ”

After that, Vandal actually bowed to Crassus, and ran away with people again without looking at Duke, from beginning to end, he really treated Duke and his party as air people.

"Him!" Ronin gritted his teeth.

"Hmph!" Queen Xi and Gianna snorted coldly at the same time!

Even the most grumpy Kael'thas couldn't help it, his mouth squirmed for a long time, and he didn't move when he saw that Duke didn't say anything.

Poor Tyrande, who was not pleasing to both sides, she reluctantly apologized to Vandal for wiping her ass: "I'm sorry, Lord Marcus, Vandal is the most radical nature supremacist, he hates anyone and everything that destroys nature, and he also hates Arcanists......"

Duke waved his hand, "It's okay! I know." These are trifles compared to the return of His Majesty Alexstasa and my lover and companions. ”

Tyrande bowed down again and apologized.

At this moment, Duke finally reached out and touched the earthy yellow dragon scales.

Almost as soon as he touched the dragon scales, Duke heard a terrible roar in his spiritual sea.

It was—the dragon king's howl of pain!

Duke's facial muscles twitched, even though he had already asked the System Elves to make nine spiritual barriers in his spiritual sea in advance.

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

If it's a guy with poor mental strength, he won't have time to resist in a minute, and he will become mentally retarded.

Duke's mind conjured up horrific images.

As if right in front of him, huge as a mountain, the king of time, Nozdorm, appeared!

Unlike the last time he encircled Deathwing's Nesario, Nozdorm's body appeared to be in tatters. Although as a special dragon made of sand and soil, his dragon body has never been the kind that is bright and blind, but the feeling that the dragon scales seem to have been eroded by thousands of years of wind and will age and decay at any time still gives Duke a great spiritual shock.

The vitality of the dragon of time is time!

As the king of time, but unable to resist the erosion of time, how bad should Nozdorm be now?

Duke was shocked to see the dragon's face peeling off like a shattered plaster, and looking at the very anthropomorphic expression of despair on Nozdorm's face.

The illusory images in the spiritual world did not affect the vision in reality.

Duke also saw the worry on Crassus's face, and it was clear that the visions that Crassus had seen and experienced, now it was Duke's turn to see.

Nozdorm didn't speak, and his figure vanished, revealing instead an incomparably vast continent. It was a vast continent with no end in sight in the atmosphere, with extremely steep mountains and plains full of forests......

As the horizon gradually rose, it wasn't until the horizon went to the universe and the entire continent could be seen that Duke suddenly realized that this was the Kalimdor continent.

It's not the current Kalimdor, but the ancient continent of Kalimdor before the War of the Ancients.

The message from the dragon scales made it easy for Duke to identify it as the source of Nozdorm's pain.

Even though he had been mentally prepared, Duke still scolded in his heart: "The Battle of the Ancients?

Since the Dark Gate was first opened, Azeroth has been plagued by moths, but please don't let me scare the Burning Legion twice in a row, Goddess of Fate!

It's also drunk to think about.

After watching these images, Duke suddenly returned to reality, and although the immersion in the spiritual world only lasted for a few seconds, Duke felt a little exhausted.

Not only did his back seem to have fallen into the water, he was soaked with sweat, and his body was unconsciously gasping for air.