Chapter 887 Black Dream

Elvish language is a lesson that every high-level human mage cannot avoid.

What's more, for this mission, Duke specifically instructed Luo Ning to make up for the ancient Elvish language and etiquette. These things are very poor in both Dalaran and Stormwind City. It doesn't matter. There are still many inheritances left by the high elves.

Luo Ning made an ancient ritual that he had practiced thousands and hundreds of times during the two voyages from sailing to Theramore and then to Azshara.

"Hello, Dear Sir Tyrande Whisperwind, I am Ronin, from the Eastern Kingdom Continent across the Endless Sea. I am an alliance composed of nearly ten kingdoms from four races including humans, high elves, dwarves, and gnomes. The messenger sent.”

"Hello, Mr. Luo Ning."

It can be seen that Tyrande is very satisfied that Ronin has practiced night elf etiquette diligently.

Regardless of orthodoxy or standards, for a temporary envoy who was unexpectedly notified of a visit to be able to train to this point, it really shows that he is really serious.

Originally, everything should be perfect, and then the host and guest would have fun.

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

To be precise, Tyrande looked at the Marcus family emblem on Ronin's chest. You know, from a diplomatic point of view, it is quite rude to stare at something someone else has.

But Tyrande just couldn't control himself, and even murmured to himself: "Impossible! So long ago..."

Luo Ning looked embarrassed: "Dear Sir Yufeng, is there anything wrong with my badge? In fact, it is the emblem of my master Marcus."

"Marcus, no..." Tyrande bowed slightly: "Sorry, it reminds me of something from ancient times. The badge passed down to you by your master is very similar to something from an acquaintance of mine long, long ago."

"Oh, that's it." Luo Ning could only continue.

Tyrande seemed to be very concerned about it, because the elves' eyebrows were quite long, so as long as the muscles between the eyebrows trembled slightly, the change would be very obvious.

"I can take the liberty to ask you... how many years has Master's inheritance been passed down? Is it ten thousand years?"

This question is very strange, and Luo Ning is also very abrupt. Regarding the inheritance of Master Duke, Luo Ning was also confused. He only knew that the only master Duke acknowledged personally was Walker, the God of Death with a Hundred Hands. The problem is that Master Walker has not appeared for nearly fifteen years.

If Tyrande asked if it was a hundred years old, Luo Ning would never dare to answer randomly.

But ten thousand years...

Luo Ning smiled: "I'm sorry, human beings don't have as long a history as the night elves. The real emergence of human kingdoms and more systematic civilization was 2,800 years ago, when Emperor Thoradin unified the various human clans. In more updates Long ago, human beings were relatively primitive clans. The longest human civilization recorded in history can only be traced back to four thousand years ago. Ten thousand years or something is really impossible."

"That's it!" There was unconcealable disappointment on Tyrande's delicate face, and then she resumed her quiet demeanor as the high priest of the Moon Goddess: "I'm sorry again, I'm going too far. May I ask the envoy of the Alliance, what are you doing this time? What did you come for?"

"In order for the Burning Legion to invade the continent of Kalimdor and even Nordrassil, the world tree of the holy mountain Hyjal, a warning message was specially sent to the night elves."

Having said that, Ronin opened his palms, and in the crystal that could record images of reality, what was projected was the scene when Archimonde came to Azeroth and directly destroyed Dalaran.

Tyrande's expression was stern, and in her almond-shaped eyes, the blue light representing the moon goddess Elune gathered at high speed, filling almost all the places in her eyes. Only by bravely looking through the sacred light, one can see that the pupils surrounded by the whites of the eyes are like a blue glass bead.

"Sure enough, everything foreseen in the dream is true." Tyrande's voice was more like a whisper.

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

In the past, whenever she fell asleep, her soul would float into the sky with Elune's blessing. But recently, she found that her soul could not escape the bondage of the earth and could only wander under the clouds.

The further down she flew, the closer she got to the Palace of the Moon Goddess, the more horrific scenes appeared in her field of vision.

Mount Hyjal is becoming clearer, the world tree Nordrassil is the same, and the Well of Eternity is the same.

I saw the black water swirling crazily in the well that looked like a big lake, and the colorful lake water rolled up from the bottom of the river, which was extremely terrifying. As the huge waves from the lake crashed onto the shore, the powerful magical energy contained in the water of the Well of Eternity spread around.

The water in the lake rolled like boiling water.

Countless night elf priests and druids prostrated themselves by the well, praying.

But the more I prayed for forgiveness from the Well of Eternity, the more it got worse. In the sky, there was heavy rain and thunder and lightning. Those 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 her confused dreams, Tyrande felt strange and frightened more than once.

Turning around to look outside Mount Hyjal, the sky was already as dark as the night on Mount Hyjal.

No! It's even darker.

The thick, thick ink tone only reminded Tyrande of the ominous.

This is really abnormal and certainly dangerous.

What are the sentinels of the clan doing?

Her soul flew over the mountain path of Mount Hyjal, and she saw the guards guarding the main road with silent expressions on their faces, unable to see her presence at all.

Or is this just her simple dream?

She floated to the outside of the building complex on the top of the mountain and was about to take a look. She originally thought she could easily pass through the magic barrier wrapped on the top of the mountain, but she encountered an obstacle.

Someone has released a very complex and powerful magic spell around Mount Hyjal, blocking the extension of her perception and preventing her from exploring the outside world.

This made her feel like she was a baby bird waiting to be born in an eggshell, but she had no idea whether there was a ferocious predatory beast outside that wanted to smash and destroy her, or whether it would break the eggshell and drag her out to devour her.

This unknown terror made her very uneasy.

However, she was unable to penetrate this mysterious and evil magic.

Every time she tried, she felt an unexpected twinge of pain. She couldn't cry out. This pain cannot be solved by screaming a few times.

Every time the dream comes here, all the images will disappear.

When she woke up, she found herself in the pure and innocent world in the Temple of the Moon Goddess again. She is the high priest of the Moon Goddess and the leader of the entire night elves, even if she has an ominous foretelling in her dream.

These alone did not allow her to make greater moves, until she saw the image of Archimonde...