Seeing Viren's expression, Robbie knew that Grandaris had succeeded, and of course there was an unexpected gain. Robbie looked at the mysterious man unkindly.
Velen was unwilling to accept the prophecy that the draenei would become rotting zombies, and this prophecy had a great impact on him. Velen's wrinkled face was as golden as paper, but even so, Velen fulfilled the responsibility of a prophet.
, let Yrel record this "prophecy" truthfully.
When he heard that those who surrendered to the tribe would turn into rotten zombies, Yrel almost touched the Naaru Hammer behind his back, thinking that if Velen agreed, the hammer would hit him mercilessly.
Fortunately, Velen said in time: "I will not let the draenei suffer this rotten fate." Yrel was prevented from going on the road of no return by killing his master.
"Why don't you agree?" the mysterious man said cowardly: "Are there any differences between the current draenei and rotting zombies? Under your leadership, aren't they also walking zombies? Velen."
"Shut up." Even though he was as well-mannered as Veren, facing the aggressiveness of the mysterious man and repeatedly uttering rude words, he finally couldn't help but curse.
"Okay, now, there is only one way out in front of the Draenei, and I don't want to talk nonsense with the dying people."
The mysterious man stood up, patted his butt, looked at Yrel, and said with a smile: "Don't forget the agreement we made before coming."
Yirel nodded reluctantly. The condition for the mysterious man's appearance was to leave safely.
The mysterious man attempted death several times to angrily attack the prophet, but Yrel's ability to stick to his promise is a rare sign of kindness among the draenei.
…
Archdruid Grandaris was packing up the Nightmare Heart in an orderly manner. Major Samuelson on the side said angrily: "What have you done? Why did Velen reject the friendship of the tribe? Do you know how long we have been planning for this?
?His Royal Highness is particularly concerned about this matter."
"Who knows?" Grandaris said vaguely:
"As you requested, let the Draenei and the tribe be as close as one family in the illusion. The queen's marriage reflects this great friendship. How did I know Velen would refuse? Dark Queen Sylvanas, how many people
My dream lover, Viren is so disrespectful and disrespectful."
"The idea of the Queen getting married is brilliant."
Major Samuelson could only praise her against his will. He did not dare to speak ill of the Queen of Darkness, let alone mention that the Queen of Darkness was actually a corpse and had to be treated with various antiseptic agents.
"But what about the zombie draenei? Can you explain this unexpected development?"
"Hey, Major Samuelson, I want to remind you, what happened to the rotting zombies?"
Grandaris was well prepared and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "The Forgotten are all rotting zombies. Do you have any objections to the Dark Queen's loyal subordinates? Or do you have contempt for the Forgotten? The friendship between the Alliance and the Horde is
It's going to break in your hands, Major Samuelson, be careful what you say, this is not a crime you can bear."
"I……."
Major Samuelson was choked and speechless.
With the prince's attitude toward the tribe, he was closer than his biological father. He had long wanted to hug Sylvanas' rotten thigh tightly. He really didn't dare to say anything to the Forsaken, as that would be a huge sin.
"Very good, Grandaris, I will report the truth to His Highness the Prince." Major Samuelson said helplessly.
"Okay, I will also report truthfully to Lord Green Dragon Ysera." Grandaris packed his bags and prepared to leave, thinking secretly in his heart:
"The green dragon Ysera, the big lizard who has lost the power of the guardian dragon, what future does it have to follow her as a human being? Taking refuge in the Nightmare King Xavius, maybe this is the real road to salvation."
…
"Just send it here."
The mysterious man nodded and waved goodbye to Yirel. Yirel had long been impatient. She had no good impression of the mysterious man at all, so she immediately turned around and left.
This is a high cliff with a dense forest below. You can see a small, clear lake in the forest. The water is clear and sparkling.
"From here I glide all the way with my parachute cloak. Even if someone is following me behind me, I will definitely be caught off guard. By the time the person following me finds a way to get off the cliff, I will have returned to my prepared body and escaped without a trace."
The mysterious man was secretly proud and satisfied with his retreat route.
boom!
The mysterious man jumped off the cliff, his parachute cloak unfolded behind him, and he glided towards the location of the small lake. The mysterious man looked back at the cliff and saw no one showed up. He secretly thought that he might have been overthinking, but he always thought carefully before doing anything.
is a good thing.
After falling and chewing mud, the mysterious man spit out the mud in his mouth, put away his parachute cloak, and came to an old tree by the lake. Under the cover of weeds, there was a shaded passage.
After digging through the weeds, we entered the passage. At the end was a small cave. A few torches illuminated the limited space. A dwarf was lying on the ground, breathing evenly, as if he was deeply asleep.
Seeing his prepared body, the mysterious man looked delighted and was about to extend his hand. Suddenly he heard a noise and Robbie walked in carrying a cursed torch.
"It's not bad, it's a shady place." Robbie looked around and said.
"You, how did you find this place?" The mysterious man looked pale. He thought that he had exhausted all options and no one should be able to find it. Is there anything he missed?
"Have you forgotten? There are flying mounts in this world. I have already rented a gryphon to wait by." Robbie grinned, sat down and said with a smile:
"Experimental Subject No. 5, this is not the first time we have met. I guess your immortality can only be restricted if you are possessed. Once you return to the dwarf's body, there will be nothing we can do to you."
"The Eternal Dragon must have told you, I know it."
The mysterious man was dejected, as if giving up resistance, and asked in a low voice: "But what can you do to me? Don't forget, this is the body of your friend Rehoboam. You who uphold justice should not kill innocent people indiscriminately, right?"
"I don't know what justice is, but I will try not to hurt my friends' bodies." Robbie shrugged: "I just want to ask you a few questions. It would be best if you can cooperate. Otherwise..." Robbie
Take out a small bottle of medicine and shake it gently.
The gray potion made a piercing roar, and the water mist evaporated, condensing into large and small skulls. The small bottle of potion seemed to be condensed with countless wronged souls.
"You should remember the Death Mine. There is a section where you need to experience nightmares. Yes, this is a slightly improved nightmare potion. Does it have any specific effects?" Robbie paused and looked at the mysterious man's increasingly ugly face: "You will experience it.
An interesting nightmare, put it on the fire to bake, and then a group of murlocs pounce on you, biting your flesh bit by bit."
"This process is repeated continuously. It does not take long and only lasts for an hour. One hour is enough for the average person to have a mental breakdown. It is guaranteed not to cause any harm to your physical body. In fact, this is a way to exercise mental strength, although it is cruel.
If you can get through it, your mental strength will increase significantly, do you want to give it a try?"
"What do you want to know?" The mysterious man said simply and expressed his willingness to cooperate.
"The secret of Stormwind's Tablet of Fortune." Robbie asked.
The mysterious man looked confused: "Stormwind City Fortune Slate, what is that? I've never heard of it." (To be continued)