Chapter 982 The Tiankeng Ten Thousand Years Ago (Please Vote for Me)

Fandral recognized the owner of the dragon scale almost at a glance and ran over: "Does His Majesty Nozdormu need help? The night elves are happy to help!"

As soon as Fandral spoke, Tyrande's face was already a little uncomfortable.

Night elves respect the laws of nature and hate the abuse of arcane magic and the destruction of nature. This is a tradition from ancient times.

Among the night elves, in addition to believing in the moon goddess Elune and the natural demigod Cenarius, the elves also worship the three guardian dragons who originally gave the blessing to the world tree.

However, Fandral went a little too far. He was almost saying that the night elves were willing to devote all their efforts to kneel and lick Nozdormu.

In addition, not even two days after the explosion on Mount Hyjal, Fandral began to advocate among the night elves to plant another World Tree so that the three guardian dragons could once again bestow magical blessings.

Now Fandral was so flattering, just to please Nozdormu. This kind of superficially generous but actually unprincipled approach made Tyrande very angry inside.

After all, in Tyrande's eyes, everything must be prioritized. The first thing the night elves have to do is to eliminate the danger, such as destroying the demon army and clearing the space rift, and then rebuild. Now that neither side has done a good job, this guy Fandral jumped out and said that he would unconditionally support Nozdormu's actions?

Come on, you don't even know what Nozdormu is going to do and you claim to suppress the entire night elves.

No matter how good-tempered Tyrande was, she couldn't help it anymore.

But he couldn't do it, because during the years when Malfurion roamed the Emerald Dream, Fandral, as Malfurion's top disciple, actually controlled the Cenarion Circle. Even if Malfurion returns, because Malfurion pays more attention to matters in the natural realm, the worldly affairs will still be left to Fandral.

It is true that the night elves are a **** race, but the teachings of the Moon Goddess and the druid teachings coexist, so even if Tyrande is the high priest, it is impossible to turn the night elves into her one-spoken hall.

Fandral made random promises, and when Tyrande was about to say something...

Fandral was slapped in the face by Krasus, or to be precise, by Nozdormu. Seeing that Fandral actually wanted to touch the khaki dragon scales, Krasus stopped him with his hand: "Sorry, the Lord of Time made it clear that no night elves can participate in this operation."

Fandral Staghelm's face looked very wonderful, as if ketchup, soy sauce, etc. were all mixed together and smeared on his face.

Really, retribution shouldn’t come too fast!

As soon as this person expressed his kneeling and licking, 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 blocked it, but also released the dragon's power without any concealment. This is the might of the ancient dragon! The weaker elven huntresses and archers standing guard nearby were all suffocated.

Fandral could not and did not dare to have an attack. After all, Krasus did not represent his own dragon, but the will of the entire Wyrmrest Temple. He had no choice but to pinch his nose and admit it: "Since this is the will of His Majesty Nozdormu, then please Just do it yourself."

After that, Fandral actually bowed to Crassus, and ran away with the others without even looking at Duke. From the beginning to the end, he really treated Duke and his party as nothing.

"Him!" Luo Ning gritted his teeth.

"Hmph!" Queen Xi and Jaina snorted at the same time!

Even Kael'thas, the best-tempered one, couldn't bear it anymore. His mouth squirmed for a long time, but he didn't make any move when he saw that Duke still didn't say anything.

Pity Tyrande, she couldn't please both sides. She had no choice but to wipe Fandral's butt and apologize: "I'm sorry, Lord Marcus, Fandral is the most radical nature supremacist. He hates anyone and anything that destroys nature. And he also hates arcanists..."

Duke waved his hand: "It's okay! I know. Compared to the return of His Majesty Alexstrasza and my lover and companion, these are small things."

Tyrande bowed again and apologized.

At this time, Duke finally reached out and touched the khaki dragon scales.

Almost the moment he touched the dragon scales, Duke heard an extremely tragic roar in his mind.

That was——the painful howl of the Dragon King!

Duke's facial muscles twitched, even though he had asked the system elf to create nine mental barriers in his mental sea in advance.

The flood of information still broke through his seven layers of defense in one go.

If it is a guy with poor mental strength, he will become mentally retarded before he has time to resist.

Horrible pictures appeared in Duke's mind.

As if right in front of him, Nozdormu, the Lord of Time, appeared as huge as a mountain!

Unlike the last time when they attacked Deathwing Neltharion, Nozdormu's body looked very broken. Although as a special giant dragon made of solidified sand, his dragon body has never been bright and blinding, but the dragon scales seem to have been eroded by thousands of years of wind and will age, rot and fall off at any time. It still shocked Duke greatly.

The vitality of the Dragon of Time is time!

As the Lord of Time but unable to resist the erosion of time, how bad is Nozdormu's current state?

Duke saw sand and mud on the dragon's face, peeling off like broken plaster. Duke was shocked when he saw the very anthropomorphic expression of despair on Nozdormu's face.

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

Duke also saw the worry on Krasus's face. It was obvious that it was Duke's turn to see the illusions that Krasus had seen and experienced.

Nozdormu didn't speak. His figure disappeared, and instead an extremely huge continent appeared. It is a vast continent with no end in sight in the atmosphere, with extremely steep mountains and forest-covered plains...

As the horizon gradually increased, until the horizon reached the universe and could see the entire continent, Duke suddenly realized that this was the continent of Kalimdor.

Not the current Kalimdor, but the ancient Kalimdor continent before the War of the Ancients.

The information coming from the dragon scale made Duke easily identify it as the source of Nozdormu's pain.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Duke still cursed in his heart: War of the Ancients? Holy crap!

Ever since the Dark Portal first opened, Azeroth has been plagued by troubles, but please, Goddess of Fate, don't let me fight the Burning Legion twice in a row!

I'm drunk just thinking about it.

After seeing these pictures, Duke suddenly returned to reality. Although he was immersed in the spiritual world for only a few seconds, Duke felt a little exhausted.

Not only did his back feel like it had fallen into water, it was completely soaked with sweat, but his body was also gasping for air unconsciously.