(Silver cute master givemepower plus update 20/100)
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This scene is outrageous.
Entering the Emerald Dream is undoubtedly the privilege of Druid in this era.
This is the authority that Cenarius, the King of the Forest, borrowed from Ysera, and then gave it to the druids headed by Malfurion.
Everyone knows that if you enter the Emerald Dream without the owner's permission, you will be sprayed by the guardian green dragon until your spirit is broken and you will die suddenly on the spot.
But the nobleman in front of him, who had nothing to do with druids and nature, ridiculously fell asleep on the spot after asking about the method of entering the Emerald Dream in an extremely careless manner.
Under normal circumstances, falling asleep does not mean that you can enter the Emerald Dream. This requires adjusting your spirit to the same wavelength as the Emerald Dream. Even the most talented Druid has to go through a long period of training.
This level of 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, throwing a coin with the other hand, and hitting an egg that flashes by the roadside.
The entrance is so small, and there are no options such as slowing down or reversing.
One bad thing is that you really fall asleep in a dream.
McDonald succeeded in one go and shocked the natural [Sanlu]!
The entire Emerald Dream is Ysera's territory. If she wants, she can put her spiritual thoughts into every corner of the Emerald Dream and see every detail. This approach is like using a computer's high-definition map, which can put any
A provincial and city street, each building is enlarged.
But usually, unless there is a very strong fluctuation, she does not have the parallel awareness of Qianer800, so she does not have the time to notice the commotion in a small place.
This time was different. This mysterious and unfamiliar consciousness not only clearly outlined her complete dragon form in her consciousness, but also knew her elf form, which she had never shown to any mortal.
This made Ysera a little embarrassed and angry.
She has been extremely mysterious to 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 the earth. The other party not only knows your phone number and ID number, but also your private photos.
Forget it all, the most outrageous thing is that there is no humility in the voice calling her, but just a title of equal status.
"Ms. Ysera, I must communicate with you immediately after being forced to open business...don't blame me, this is all your brother Nozdormu's mission..."
This kind of Dragon King-level 'phone' is very noisy, like a continuous sound of gongs and drums, filling Ysera's brain with a magical sound.
Fortunately, someone mentioned the name of the culprit, Nozdormu, otherwise Ysera would really 'come along the network cable and beat him'. No matter what the reason was, let him taste the 'dragon's roar' first.
In the familiar dream space, McDonald turned his head to the left and saw a night elf woman. Although there was no wind around, the translucent white gauze robe on her body was still fluttering, setting off the tranquil face.
Beautiful face.
Then, she quietly closed her eyes as usual.
Ysera seems to like this mortal look very much, it will be exactly the same as it will be ten thousand years later.
"Hi!"
The way McDonald greeted him naturally made Ysera a little uncomfortable. Her long green curly hair fluttered slightly.
"Mortal, you mentioned Nozdormu?"
"Yes, my current name is Hawk Star. Entrusted by your brother Nozdormu, I came to help Wyrmrest Temple deal with this great war. For the rest, I think you will understand. As for my affairs, you
You can ask Nozdormu for confirmation."
"I will." She replied with her eyes tightly closed, quietly and firmly. Obviously, this was not the first time she had encountered something like this. Almost at the same time that McDonald said this, she made a dream call to chase him.
Nozdormu asked, and received only a moment of silence in response.
The call is connected.
Ysera was having a blast.
Nozdormu: "..."
Ysera: "..."
To be fair, Nozdormu is a typical riddle dragon among the five dragon kings.
Either he doesn't speak, or he never speaks half of it.
As long as Nozdormu didn't refute, or let his younger brother shoot those guys of unknown origin to death, Ysera knew that this must be true.
Ysera spoke again: "Your identity has been confirmed. Please tell me your purpose. I am very busy. I hope the information you can reveal can help Wyrmrest Temple and even Azeroth solve the current troubles."
"Fighting the invasion of the Burning Legion is our common mission. I hope Wyrmrest Temple will join the battle as soon as possible and send enough troops to protect the sky of the Kaldorei resistance."
"Understood! I will contact my sister Alexstrasza immediately!" Ysera nodded.
The Q&A between both parties was simple and efficient.
The whole process didn't even take five minutes, and the resistance leaders in the outside world felt that the power of the dream that filled the military conference hall began to fade.
Before Ysera's will left, she left a sentence in the void: "Cenarius, Hawk Star is a distinguished guest of Wyrmrest Temple. If possible, please try to give him the necessary help."
"Yes..." Cenarius put one hand on his chest and bowed to show respect for his adoptive mother.
Malorne, the white deer demigod, stared at the wooden ceiling of the military council hall, as if through the limitations of space, he saw Ysera in the Emerald Dream. His eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
At this moment, everyone looked at McDonald's eyes with a subtle difference.
This backstage is amazing!
It was originally thought that Hawkstar was just an ordinary mortal lord. He was able to reach such a high position by chance. Elune even persuaded the people of the forest to temporarily obey his leadership for some reason.
Unexpectedly, he found Ysera, the dragon king who even Cenarius could not find, and became a distinguished guest of Wyrmrest Temple.
It seems that he has a great background!
McDonald felt a headache: "This, for some unspeakable reasons, I can't explain to you in detail. Everyone just needs to know that we should be able to get support from the dragon clan. As for the specifics... Malfurion, you run again
Take a trip!"
"No problem." Malfurion hesitated to speak. Alas, he was still too young. This stupid young man actually asked him in public: "Can I ask, are you actually a druid? What's wrong with you?
Can’t you see any green on your head?”
McDonald was choked to death.
Why is this idiot talking like this?
You are the only one who is green! Your whole family is green! And you are the only one with a green prairie on your head!
McDonald looked at Malfurion's cuckold with great resentment: "I am not a Druid. I just follow the attitude of [seeking common ground while reserving differences], fully understand and respect the 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 her slender green eyebrows moved inexplicably.
