NOVEL NEXT Stratholme God
Chapter 586 A Little Drama (4 More)
Chapter 586 A Little Drama (4 More)
(Silver cute master gavemepower plus more 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 given by Cenarius, the king of the forest, to the druids headed by Malfurion after borrowing the authority given by Ysera.
Everyone knows that if one enters the Emerald Dreamland without the owner's approval, he will be sprayed by the guardian green dragon to break his spirit and die suddenly on the spot within minutes.
However, the nobleman in front of him who had nothing to do with druids and nature, after extremely sloppy asking how to enter the Emerald Dream, fell asleep on the spot very outrageously.
Under normal circumstances, falling asleep does not mean being able to enter the Emerald Dream. This requires adjusting one's spirit to the same wavelength as the Emerald Dream. Even a Druid with outstanding talent must go through a long period of training.
This difficulty is roughly equivalent to that of 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 flashes by the side of the road.
The entrance is so small, there is no option to slow down or approach or reverse.
One bad thing is to fall asleep in a real dream.
McDonnell succeeded once and for all, and the [Sanlu] of the natural department was stunned!
The entire Emerald Dreamland is Ysera's territory. If she wants, she can put her divine sense into every corner of the Emerald Dreamland and see every detail.This approach is like using a computer's high-definition map, which can zoom in on any city, street, or building.
But usually, unless there are extremely strong fluctuations, she doesn't have a thousand or eight hundred parallel consciousnesses, 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 her elf form that she has never shown in front of any mortals.
This made Ysera a little ashamed.
She has been extremely 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 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 humbleness in the voice calling her, some are just titles of equal status.
"Ms. Ysera, I must communicate with you immediately after being forced to open... Don't blame me, this is all the task of your brother Nozdormu..."
This kind of Dragon King-level 'telephone' is very noisy, like the continuous sound of gongs and drums, filling Ysera's mind with a magical sound.
Fortunately, someone mentioned the name of the culprit Nozdormu, otherwise Ysera would really 'come along the network cable and hit him', no matter what the reason is, let him taste what 'the dragon roars' is first.
In the familiar dream space, McDonnell turned his head to the left and saw a night elf woman. Even though there was no wind around her, 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 very much, it is exactly the same as ten thousand years later.
"Hi!"
McDonald's way of greeting 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 peerless war. Others, I think you will understand. As for my business, you You can ask Nozdormu for confirmation."
"I will." She answered with her eyes tightly closed, quietly but 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 hunt down Nozdormu, and the response she got was only a moment of silence.
The call is connected.
Ysera blah blah blah.
Nozdormu: "..."
Ysera: "..."
No bragging, Nozdormu is a typical riddle dragon among the five dragon kings.
Either don't speak, or never speak half.
As long as Nozdormu didn't refute, or let the younger brother slap those unknown guys to death, Ysera knew that this should be true.
Ysera spoke again: "Your identity has been confirmed, tell me why you are here. I am very busy, and I hope that the news you can disclose can help Wyrmrest Temple and even Azeroth solve the immediate troubles."
"Fighting the invasion of the Burning Legion is our common mission. I hope that Wyrmrest Temple will join the battle as soon as possible and send enough troops to protect the skies of the Kaldorei rebels."
"Understood! I will contact my sister Alexstrasza immediately!" Ysera nodded.
Questions and answers on both sides, simple and efficient.
The whole process didn't even take 5 minutes, and the rebel leaders in the outside world felt that the power of the dream overflowing in the military council 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 give him the necessary help as much as possible."
"Yes..." Cenarius rested his chest with one hand and bowed to show his respect for his adoptive mother.
Malorne, the demigod of the White Hart, stared at the wooden ceiling of the military council hall, as if seeing Ysera in the Emerald Dream through the limitation of space, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
At this moment, there is a subtle difference in the way everyone looks at McDonald.
This backstage is amazing!
I thought that Hawk*Xingchen was just an ordinary mortal lord.It was by chance that he sat in such a high position, and even for some reason, Elune persuaded the people of the forest to temporarily obey his leadership.
Unexpectedly, the dragon king Ysera, whom Cenarius couldn't even find, was found for him, and became a distinguished guest of Wyrmrest Temple.
It seems that he has a lot of background!
McDonnell felt a big headache: "This, because of some reasons that I can't say, I can't explain it to you in detail. You just need to know that we should be able to get the support of the Dragon Clan. As for the specific... Malfurion, you run Let's go!"
"No problem." Malfurion hesitated to speak, alas, he was still too young, and this stunned young man asked in public like this: "May I ask, are you actually a druid? Why don't you Can't you see a little green on your head?"
McDonald was choked to death.
Why is this idiot talking like that?
You are green!Your whole family is green!And the green prairie is planted on your head!
McDonnell looked at Malfurion's green hat with great resentment: "I'm not a druid, but with the attitude of [seeking common ground while reserving differences], I fully understand and respect the allies of various teachings and factions. That's all."
"Sorry, I was excited."
Over there, when Tyrande heard the word "seeking common ground while reserving differences", her slender blue eyebrows twitched inexplicably.
(End of this chapter)
(Silver cute master gavemepower plus more 20/100)
-
This scene is outrageous.
Entering the Emerald Dream is undoubtedly the privilege of druids in this era.
This is the authority given by Cenarius, the king of the forest, to the druids headed by Malfurion after borrowing the authority given by Ysera.
Everyone knows that if one enters the Emerald Dreamland without the owner's approval, he will be sprayed by the guardian green dragon to break his spirit and die suddenly on the spot within minutes.
However, the nobleman in front of him who had nothing to do with druids and nature, after extremely sloppy asking how to enter the Emerald Dream, fell asleep on the spot very outrageously.
Under normal circumstances, falling asleep does not mean being able to enter the Emerald Dream. This requires adjusting one's spirit to the same wavelength as the Emerald Dream. Even a Druid with outstanding talent must go through a long period of training.
This difficulty is roughly equivalent to that of 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 flashes by the side of the road.
The entrance is so small, there is no option to slow down or approach or reverse.
One bad thing is to fall asleep in a real dream.
McDonnell succeeded once and for all, and the [Sanlu] of the natural department was stunned!
The entire Emerald Dreamland is Ysera's territory. If she wants, she can put her divine sense into every corner of the Emerald Dreamland and see every detail.This approach is like using a computer's high-definition map, which can zoom in on any city, street, or building.
But usually, unless there are extremely strong fluctuations, she doesn't have a thousand or eight hundred parallel consciousnesses, 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 her elf form that she has never shown in front of any mortals.
This made Ysera a little ashamed.
She has been extremely 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 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 humbleness in the voice calling her, some are just titles of equal status.
"Ms. Ysera, I must communicate with you immediately after being forced to open... Don't blame me, this is all the task of your brother Nozdormu..."
This kind of Dragon King-level 'telephone' is very noisy, like the continuous sound of gongs and drums, filling Ysera's mind with a magical sound.
Fortunately, someone mentioned the name of the culprit Nozdormu, otherwise Ysera would really 'come along the network cable and hit him', no matter what the reason is, let him taste what 'the dragon roars' is first.
In the familiar dream space, McDonnell turned his head to the left and saw a night elf woman. Even though there was no wind around her, 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 very much, it is exactly the same as ten thousand years later.
"Hi!"
McDonald's way of greeting 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 peerless war. Others, I think you will understand. As for my business, you You can ask Nozdormu for confirmation."
"I will." She answered with her eyes tightly closed, quietly but 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 hunt down Nozdormu, and the response she got was only a moment of silence.
The call is connected.
Ysera blah blah blah.
Nozdormu: "..."
Ysera: "..."
No bragging, Nozdormu is a typical riddle dragon among the five dragon kings.
Either don't speak, or never speak half.
As long as Nozdormu didn't refute, or let the younger brother slap those unknown guys to death, Ysera knew that this should be true.
Ysera spoke again: "Your identity has been confirmed, tell me why you are here. I am very busy, and I hope that the news you can disclose can help Wyrmrest Temple and even Azeroth solve the immediate troubles."
"Fighting the invasion of the Burning Legion is our common mission. I hope that Wyrmrest Temple will join the battle as soon as possible and send enough troops to protect the skies of the Kaldorei rebels."
"Understood! I will contact my sister Alexstrasza immediately!" Ysera nodded.
Questions and answers on both sides, simple and efficient.
The whole process didn't even take 5 minutes, and the rebel leaders in the outside world felt that the power of the dream overflowing in the military council 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 give him the necessary help as much as possible."
"Yes..." Cenarius rested his chest with one hand and bowed to show his respect for his adoptive mother.
Malorne, the demigod of the White Hart, stared at the wooden ceiling of the military council hall, as if seeing Ysera in the Emerald Dream through the limitation of space, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
At this moment, there is a subtle difference in the way everyone looks at McDonald.
This backstage is amazing!
I thought that Hawk*Xingchen was just an ordinary mortal lord.It was by chance that he sat in such a high position, and even for some reason, Elune persuaded the people of the forest to temporarily obey his leadership.
Unexpectedly, the dragon king Ysera, whom Cenarius couldn't even find, was found for him, and became a distinguished guest of Wyrmrest Temple.
It seems that he has a lot of background!
McDonnell felt a big headache: "This, because of some reasons that I can't say, I can't explain it to you in detail. You just need to know that we should be able to get the support of the Dragon Clan. As for the specific... Malfurion, you run Let's go!"
"No problem." Malfurion hesitated to speak, alas, he was still too young, and this stunned young man asked in public like this: "May I ask, are you actually a druid? Why don't you Can't you see a little green on your head?"
McDonald was choked to death.
Why is this idiot talking like that?
You are green!Your whole family is green!And the green prairie is planted on your head!
McDonnell looked at Malfurion's green hat with great resentment: "I'm not a druid, but with the attitude of [seeking common ground while reserving differences], I fully understand and respect the allies of various teachings and factions. That's all."
"Sorry, I was excited."
Over there, when Tyrande heard the word "seeking common ground while reserving differences", her slender blue eyebrows twitched inexplicably.
(End of this chapter)
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