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Chapter 191 A Wishing Coin
Fear gripped Sylvanas Windrunner's heart.

I am dying. The endless darkness is about to swallow me up.

Back in Quel'Thalas, it was that little lion that saved him from Arthas's Frostmourne. Now he was facing death again.

Perhaps death is not the end, there are more terrifying things. For example, the mountain-like figure in front of him has an oppressive force that the white-haired death knight does not have.

They are not on the same level at all.

What is more terrifying than death is the nothingness of neither life nor death. She can hear it; she can feel it. She can hear the roar of those Qiraji insects, and the whispers of that terrifying existence; she can feel those slippery tentacles caressing her skin, and she can feel the mutation of her body.

But she couldn't move, her Wind Walker power had no effect.

This is impossible, why can energy flow and ability be activated, but there is no effect.

There were many things wrong with this operation. Why did I have a conflict with Jaina? I don't remember why I insisted on splitting the troops into two groups, and why did the High Lord agree to split the troops?

Aren't we going to explore the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj outside the Scarab Wall? Why did we come to the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj?
Also, before going to bed, something seemed to be wrong.

What does the elder eat? He does eat meat, but he never eats beef jerky. And there is no beef jerky in the whole of Kalimdor. It is a specialty of the East Continent. The cows here work in the fields. Before the popularization of goblin machinery, they could not be used as food at all.

Thinking of this, she twisted her body violently.

The scene before my eyes suddenly shattered, the terrifying eye slowly closed, the tall Qiraji Bug Emperor disappeared, the terrifying Bug army disappeared, and then the terrifying tentacles disappeared, the eyes on the tentacles closed, and then the obelisk.

Everything was dark before her eyes and she opened them.

This is a square room. A magic lamp is placed on the desk, emitting light quietly. There are several bookshelves in the room. This place is very familiar. A wardrobe is half opened, and a marshal's cloak is neatly folded inside.

There are also a few simple pieces of clothing, all men's styles.

She looked around and saw a huge sword: the Grand Marshal's double-edged sword. It was placed on a shelf, its blade was smeared with oil, and it was obvious that its owner loved it and had been carefully maintaining it.

There is a huge arcane crystal on the desk. It is the "Dawn" and he carries it with him all the time.

Oh, there should be a painting there. She turned around, and sure enough, she pressed her chest.

The painting depicts a handsome man in a suit, tall and strong, with a happy smile on his face. Next to him is an elderly elf with pointy ears, who happily holds his arm.

A feeling of happiness filled her heart. This is the life I want. A quiet life, a happy family. If only there were...

But she felt something was wrong, so she turned her eyes away from the painting and stared at the sword:

It shouldn't exist, wasn't it reforged by the Red Dragon Queen?
Shouldn't it be called Flamefury, Blessed Sword of the Life-Binder?
Not only did I not wake up, but I also hadn't gotten rid of that terrifying thing.

"It's all fake, you can't fool me!"

"This is a conspiracy!"

The giant sword suddenly emitted a green light, and it also carried the emptiness and silence of the void. And it was even more terrifying than the big eye. Green tentacles emerged from everything around, dancing in the void, as if they were about to devour someone.

Unlike the big eyes that seemed unwilling, the one in front of her seemed to be filled with endless anger and hatred. It could even devour your courage. Sylvanas felt like she was going crazy. Each of these things was more terrifying than the other. None of them was something she could deal with. But she encountered two in a row.

How unfortunate. Could it be that my luck had already run out when I faced Frostmourne?

Oh, right, the one with big eyes just now said to pray for God's help. But who can I pray to? The sun?
She was tightly grasped by those green tentacles and she couldn't move. She suddenly remembered the obelisk closest to her, which was covered with words.

That was the most special one, and the style of those obelisks was a little different.

Thinking of this, she knew she was going crazy, and she had to tell the little lion what she had seen.

She quickly grabbed the quill on the table.

The seven-headed beast exhaled seven times. The dark shadows of the earthly evil, the swarm of insects covered the sky. The ancient gods are supreme, how dare we scare them!

Waiting for the storm. Thunder comes first, followed by the stone. Thunder is the sound, stone is the weapon. Lightning flashes across the sky, and the insects retreat. Stone hits the beast's head, and the shadow disappears.

When it sinks into the sky, it turns into anger. When it seeps into the earth, it turns into fear. They are all immortal beings. The storm reaches its destination. The stone is doomed.

She tried hard to write this on a piece of paper, then she lost all her strength and the quill slipped weakly from her slender, boneless fingers.

All that was left in front of her were two eyes, a tentacle, a strange piece of flesh, and a beating dark heart. They gathered into an endless darkness that swallowed her.

Bang! Something fell to the ground. Sylvanas Windrunner suddenly woke up.

She breathed hard. Fortunately, it was just a nightmare. It was just too real. She looked at the object that fell to the ground. It was a gold coin, or to be more precise, a commemorative coin of the Mogu Empire.

Yesterday, Chen Stormstout arrived at Crossroads Fortress in the Barrens. He was going to the Wailing Caverns to find a herb to brew wine.

She was about to lead the night elf druid Naralex to inspect the Barrens. The druid master planned to introduce the energy of the Emerald Dream here to turn the Barrens into a new oasis.

High Lord Taelan Fording rejected this suggestion. He said that barrenness is also a kind of nature, and we should act according to the rules of nature when changing nature.

Rather than wasting the power of the Emerald Dream, it is better to follow the plan of Archdruid Hamuil Runetotem.

That is to plant trees little by little, introduce a tree called sea buckthorn, wait for nature to form a balance, and then plant other trees. Finally, turn this place into an oasis of life.

This sea buckthorn is a new discovery by Prince Brian Bronzebeard, an agent sent by the Alliance Discovery and Reform Committee and the director of Jenna Pharmacy Co., Ltd. He found that this tree is not only resistant to wind and sand, but also can fix water and soil. The fruits it grows can not only be made into fruit wine, but also sold as snacks.

This idea was also strongly supported by Archdruid Malfurion. By the way, Hamuil Runetotem has now officially become the apprentice of this master.

He would study with Malfurion for a time, then return to Mulgore to spread the druidic ways.

Naralex prepared to tour the Alliance's territory and choose a planting site for the sea buckthorn trees.

As a Far Traveler, Sylvanas also took the lovable pandaren with her. In return, she opened her bag and showed the Ranger General her collection of small things. She asked her to choose one as a gift. So, she chose this wishing coin.

Chen Stormstout told her that this was a commemorative coin of the Mogu Empire, which was a trophy obtained in the battle with the Mantis Demon.

(End of this chapter)