Elf language is a lesson that every advanced human mage cannot avoid.

What's more, for this mission, Duke specially instructed Ronin to make up for the ancient elves' language and etiquette. These things are very poor, both Dalaran and Stormwind City, and this is not important. There are still many inheritances left by the high elves.

Ronin made an ancient ritual that he practiced thousands or hundreds of times on the two routes from taking a boat to Theramore, and then turned to Azshara.

"Hello, dear Lord Tyrande *Yufeng, I am Ronin, from the eastern kingdom continent across the Endless Sea. I am an envoy sent by an alliance of nearly ten kingdoms, including humans, high elves, dwarves, and gnomes."

"Hello, Mr. Ronning."

It can be seen that Tyrande was very satisfied with Ronin's hard practice of the Night Elf etiquette.

No matter whether it is orthodoxy or standard, it is true that a temporary messenger who is notified to go out to be trained to this point.

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

But in the next moment, Tyrande seemed to see something. She seemed a little uncertain. After her almond eyes widened, she focused on Luo Ning's chest again.

To be precise, Tyrande was looking at the Marcus family emblem on Ronin's chest. You should know that from a diplomatic perspective, it is quite rude to stare at something in others so hard.

But Tyrande just couldn't control himself and even muttered to himself: "Impossible! That's so long ago..."

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

"Marcus, no..." Tyrande bowed slightly: "Sorry, it reminds me of some old things from ancient times. The badge that your master passed on to you is very similar to something from an acquaintance from a long time ago."

"Oh, that's it." Luo Ning could only follow the steps.

Tyrande seemed to care very much, because the elf's eyebrows were quite slender, so the changes would be very obvious as long as the muscles between the eyebrows trembled slightly.

"I can ask, how many years have you... Master's inheritance been? Is it ten thousand years?"

This question is very strange, and Luo Ning is also very abrupt. Regarding Master Duke's inheritance, Luo Ning was also confused. He only knew that Duke personally admitted that there was only one master, the Hundred Hands God of Death. The problem is that Master Huojia has not appeared in nearly fifteen years.

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

But ten thousand years...

Luo Ning smiled: "I'm sorry, humans do not have such a long history as the night elves. The real emergence of kingdoms and relatively systematic civilizations was two thousand and eight hundred years ago when Emperor Soladin unified all human clans. Earlier, humans were all relatively primitive clans. The longest recorded human civilization can only be traced back to four thousand years ago. Ten thousand years or something is really impossible."

"That's it!" Tyrande's delicate face was filled with unconcealed disappointment, and then she regained her quiet demeanor as the high priest of the Moon Goddess: "Sorry again, I'm going to go far. May I ask the messenger of the alliance, why are you here this time?"

"In order to invade the Kalimdo continent and even the world tree Nodarhir of the Holy Mountain Haigar, the Burning Legion will specially send early warning messages to the Night Elf clan."

After saying that, Ronin spread his palms and projected it in the crystal that can record the real images. The scene where Archmond descended to Azeroth and directly destroyed Dalaran.

Tyrande looked shaking, and in his apricot eyes, the blue light representing the moon goddess Eluen gathered at high speed, filling almost all the places in his eye sockets. Only by looking over with the sacred light can you see that the pupils surrounded by the whites of the eyes are like a blue glass bead.

"Sure enough, all that were foreseen in the dream were true." Tyrande's voice was more like a whisper.

She remembered nightmare scenes that have frequently appeared in her dreams in the past month.

In the past, as long as she fell asleep, her soul would fly to the sky under the blessing of Elune. But recently, she found that her soul could not escape the constraints of the earth and could only wander under the clouds.

The more she flew down, the closer she got to the Palace of the Moon Goddess, the more terrifying scenes appeared in the vision.

Mount Hygar was seeing more and more clearly, the world tree Noda Hill was like this, and the well of Eternity was the same.

I saw that in the well of a big lake, the black water was rotating wildly, and the colorful lake water rolled out from the bottom of the river, which was extremely terrifying. As the huge waves raised from the lake surface hit the shore, the powerful magic energy contained in the water of the Eternal Well dissipated around.

The lake water rolls like boiling water.

Countless night elves priests and druids crawled by the well and prayed.

However, the more I pray for the forgiveness of the Well of Eternity, the more it becomes. In the sky, heavy rains are pouring, and thunder and lightning are roaring. The exquisite houses near the Well of Eternity are about to be washed away by the lake.

Why is this happening?

What exactly happened in the Well of Eternity? In the confused dream, Tyrande felt strange and frightened more than once.

Turning his head and looking out at Mount Haigar, the sky was as dark as the night on Mount Haigar.

No! It's even darker.

That thick and thick ink tone only reminds Tyrande of unknowns.

This is really anomaly and certainly dangerous.

What are the sentries in the clan doing?

Her soul flew across the mountain road of Mount Haigal, and saw the guards guarding the important road with a silent look on their faces, and she could not see her existence at all.

Or is this just her simple dream?

She floated to the periphery of the building complex on the top of the mountain and was about to go out to see what happened. She originally thought she could easily pass the magic barrier wrapped around the top of the mountain, but she encountered an obstacle.

Has anyone already released a very complex and powerful magic spell talisman around Mount Hygar, blocking the extension of her perception and stopping her from exploring everything outside.

This made her feel like a chick waiting for birth in an eggshell, but she had no idea whether there was a fierce predatory beast outside that wanted to smash and destroy her, or break the eggshell and drag her out to swallow it.

This unknown horror made her very uneasy.

However, she could not penetrate this mysterious and evil magic.

Every time she wanted to try, she would feel an unexpected slight pain. She couldn't scream. This pain could not be solved by just a few screams.

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

When she woke up, she found that she had been in the pure and flawless world in the Temple of the Moon. She was the high priest of the Goddess of the Moon and the leader of the entire Night Elf clan, even if she had an unknown foresight in her dream.

This alone cannot make her do more action until she sees Archmond's image...
Chapter completed!