Stratholme God

   Chapter 586 A little drama (4 more)

   (Silver cute master givemepower plus 20/100)

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   This scene is outrageous.

   Entering the Emerald Dream is undoubtedly the privilege of Druids in this era.

   This is the authority granted by Cenarius, the king of the forest, who borrowed the authority from Ysera, and then gave it to the Druids led by Malfurion.

  Everyone knows that if you enter the Emerald Dream without the owner's approval, you will be sprayed by the guardian green dragon to shatter your mind and die on the spot.

   The nobleman in front of him, who had nothing to do with druids and nature, was extremely sloppy and asked how to enter the Emerald Dream, and fell asleep on the spot.

   Under normal circumstances, falling asleep does not mean that you can enter the Emerald Dream. This requires you to adjust your spirit to the same wavelength as the Emerald Dream. Even a Druid with outstanding talent needs to go through a long period of training.

   This difficulty is roughly equivalent to a driver on earth driving a car at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and throwing a coin with the other hand, hitting an egg that flashed by the side of the road.

  The entrance is so small, and there are no options such as slowing down or reversing.

   One bad thing is to fall asleep in a real dream.

   McDonald's one-off success, stunned the nature department's [Sanlu]!

  The entire Emerald Dream is Ysera's territory. If she wants, she can put her divine sense into every corner of the Emerald Dream and see every detail. This approach is like using a computer's high-definition map, which can zoom in on any provincial city street and every building.

  But normally, unless there are extremely strong fluctuations, she doesn't have any parallel consciousness, and she doesn't have the time to notice the commotion in a small place.

   This time is different. This mysterious strange consciousness not only clearly outlines her complete dragon form in her consciousness, but also knows the elf form that she has never shown in front of mortals at all.

   This made Ysera a little embarrassed.

   She has been very mysterious in front of mortals for a long time, but suddenly, this mortal consciousness seems to know everything about her.

   This is like being searched by human flesh on earth. The other party not only knows your phone number and ID number, but also your private photos.

   That's all, the most outrageous thing is that there is no humbleness in the voice calling her, some are just like equal status.

   "Ms. Ysera, I must communicate with you immediately when I am forced to open... Don't blame me, this is your brother Nozdormu's task..."

   This kind of Dragon King-level 'phone' is very noisy, like the continuous sound of gongs and drums, giving Ysera a magical sound to instill in her brain.

  Fortunately, someone mentioned the name of the culprit Nozdormu, otherwise Ysera would really 'follow the network cable to hit him', no matter what the reason is, let him first taste what 'Dragon Roar' is.

In the familiar dream space, McDonald turned his head to the left and saw a night elf female. Even though there was no wind around, the translucent white gauze robe on her body was still fluttering, setting off the tranquility. beautiful face.

   Then, she closed her eyes lightly, as usual.

   Ysera seems to like this mortal shape, exactly the same as ten thousand years later.

"Hi!"

   McDonald's natural greeting made Ysera a little uncomfortable. Her long green curly hair fluttered gently.

   "Mortal, you mentioned Nozdormu?"

"Yes, my current name is Hawk* Xingchen. Entrusted by your brother Nozdormu, I came to help Longmian Temple deal with this great war. Others, I think you will understand. As for me, you You can ask Nozdormu for confirmation."

   "I will." She replied with her eyes closed, quiet and firm, obviously, this is not the first time she has encountered something like this. Almost as soon as McDonald said this, she made a dream call to hunt down Nozdormu, and received only a moment of silence in response.

   The call is connected.

   Ysera blah blah blah.

  Nozdormu: "..."

   Ysera: "..."

   No blow or black, Nozdormu belongs to the typical riddle dragon among the five dragon kings.

   Either do not speak, or never speak only half.

   But when Nozdormu didn't refute, or let his younger brother shoot those guys of unknown origin to death, Ysera knew that this should be true.

  Ysera said again: "Your identity has been confirmed, tell me your purpose. I'm very busy, and I hope the information you can reveal can help Wyrmrest Temple and even Azeroth solve the immediate trouble."

   "Fighting against the invasion of the Burning Legion is our common mission. I hope that the Temple of Wyrmrest will join the war as soon as possible, and send enough troops to protect the sky of the Kaldorei rebels."

   "Got it! I'll contact my sister Alexstrasza immediately!" Ysera nodded.

   Q&A on both sides, simple and efficient.

   The whole process didn't even take five minutes, and all the rebel leaders in the outside world felt that the power of the dream that overflowed in the military council hall began to fade.

Before   Ysera's will left, he left a sentence in the void: "Cenarius, Hawke Xingchen is a distinguished guest of Longmian Temple. If possible, please try to help him as much as possible."

   "Yes..." Cenarius put one hand on his chest and bowed to show respect for his adoptive mother.

  The white deer demigod Malorne stared at the wooden ceiling of the military council hall, as if through the limitation of space, he saw Ysera in the Emerald Dream, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

   At this moment, the eyes of everyone looking at McDonald's are subtly different.

   This backstage is amazing!

   Originally thought that Hawke * Xingchen was just an ordinary mortal lord. It was only by chance that Elune was able to persuade the people of the forest to temporarily obey his leadership for some reason.

  Unexpectedly, Ysera, the Dragon King that Cenarius could not find, found him, and he became a guest of the Dragon Sleeping Temple.

   It seems that he has a great background!

McDonald's had a headache: "This, for some reasons that I can't say, I can't explain it to you in detail. Everyone just needs to know that we should be able to get the support of the dragons. As for the specific... Malfurion, you can run Let's go!"

"No problem." Malfurion hesitated, sigh, he was still too young, and this stunned young man actually asked in public: "May I ask, is your Excellency actually a Druid? Why are you? Can't you see any green on your head?"

   McDonald's choked to death.

  Why is this idiot talking like that?

  You are green! Your whole family is green! And you have a green prairie planted on your head!

McDonald's looked at Malfurion's green hat with great resentment: "I'm not a Druid, but in the attitude of [seeking common ground while reserving differences], I fully understand and respect allies of various doctrines and factions, and only That's all."

   "Sorry, I got excited."

   Over there, Tyrande heard the word [seeking common ground while reserving differences], and inexplicably moved his long cyan eyebrows.

   (end of this chapter)