Because the Land of Fire had descended!
(Chromatus was a perfect multicolored dragon. He had five different heads, and each head had the special power of a dragon. His appearance reminded Duque of the [True Multicolored Fish Egg Powder].)
Unfortunately, in the Cataclysm, their grand thousand-year plan was destined to face the most severe challenge.
"Be it our duty or the policies of the Sleeping Dragon Temple, they did not place Mount Hyjal as a priority area to defend. However, Mount Hyjal has a special meaning to me and the entire Night Elves. It symbolizes the inheritance of nature's harmonious will. If possible, I do not want Mount Hyjal to experience a second destruction. Most importantly, I saw many things in the dream … It is very likely that you, Duque, have seen those things as well. "
Duque did not care about Malfurion's feelings. He carefully looked at the data flowing down from the system on his retina. "Azeroth seems to be resisting the integration of the Fire Elemental Plane. That is the unconscious resistance of the planet's will. This will not buy too much time … Ten days, at most half a month. "
"Hmm?"
However, in the history of the game, there was no appearance of this strange dragon that looked like a patchwork monster.
At this moment, what the elves on Mount Hyjal heard was not the sound of the collapsing southern foothills, but the sound of the Land of Fire.
Ysera looked like an elf in military attire, but she did the human court etiquette. She pressed her hands lightly on her abdomen and bowed to Duque. "Duque, I am very sorry. I am afraid I will have to trouble you again this time."
Suddenly, Ysera noticed that Duque's gaze seemed to be focused on the two green lines on her face. Night Elves liked to paint their faces, and Duque naturally did not like those messy things.
The corner of Duque's mouth rose. "The so-called 'Twilight Judgment' destroyed everything? That was a terrible and boring dream. "
Ysera's tone was obviously heavier towards the end.
"Lord Ysera." Tyrande and Malfurion bowed at the same time.
Sound was transmitted by vibration. If the space collapsed and the vibration could not be transmitted, then it was a different matter.
That was a very strange scene.
"How much longer?" Tyrande, Malfurion, and the other Night Elves were the most nervous. In the Alliance, the person with the most authority on spatial studies was none other than Duque.
Soon, Ysera focused all his attention on Duque.
In this level of spatial collision, the side with the smaller spatial composition was directly annihilated.
Clearly sensing Duque's slight displeasure, Ysera tilted his head slightly and smiled, then the lines on his face disappeared instantly.
With that, Duque waved his hand, and a 3D topographic map of Mount Hyjal appeared in front of him. Duque flipped his finger, and a red line cut the entire mountain range into two. To the north of the red line, there was another blue line.
In the Night Elves, Ysera's position was extremely high. He was even higher than Alexstrasza, who gave the World Tree life, and Nozdormu, who gave the Night Elves eternal life.
"Understood."
Malfurion noticed that Tyrande was holding Duque's hand tightly when she asked Duque. He sighed quietly.
Duque nodded slightly as a sign of respect. After all, they were both demigods.
Who knew that Ysera had a completely different explanation.
They were slightly surprised, but not nervous.
Ysera was not only Cenarius's adoptive mother, but also the true teacher of the Druids.
At this time, a wave of psychedelic colors began to ripple in the air around the three of them.
In fact, even though the outer shell of the World Tree was charred black with no leaves left and only a pile of bare branches, a powerful Druid could still feel the existence of life just by touching the trunk.
The emerald green spatial door that looked like a blooming flower opened, and a creature with green hair and the appearance of a Night Elf stepped out. The intricate dragon horns on her head revealed her identity as a dragon.
The sound did not correspond to the effect, and it gave people a very confused feeling.
It was obvious that the Firelands and the main plane of Azeroth hadn't completely merged yet. The intermittent sound of the flames was the best proof.
Nordrassil was the best example.
If the descent of the Wind God Throne was like a city in the sky descending, and the Tidal Throne merged with the Azeroth Plane because it was in the deep sea, it was even more silent. The descent of the Land of Fire was incomparably domineering.
"Hello, Duque. Hello, Tyrande, Malfurion. " Ysera habitually closed her eyes, a faint smile on her doll-like face. She nodded at the three of them as a sign of acknowledgment.
Duque deliberately made his words vague. He did not know what the Azeroth Plane would be like in this life.
Duque shrugged and pouted, unconcerned. "Everyone who is called a hero by the people is working hard to change the fate of destruction. This is why we are called heroes."
As long as they had perseverance and could continuously strengthen the ranks of the Druids, they would definitely achieve this goal one day.
[Ultimate Transformation Spell] was so willful and convenient.
Medivh had once said, 'The earth will eventually heal its wounds.'
This World Tree was slowly recovering.
"The Red Line is a dangerous area. We must retreat as soon as possible. The Blue Line is a warning area. It is best not to go there without the awareness of sacrifice. Everything will wait until the space stabilizes. "
She didn't open her eyes, but it was a strange feeling, as if she was staring at Duke with rapt attention.
It was Ysera.
In the original history, Ysera saw the future in a dream: when the Twilight Judgment came, the dragons would all die at the hands of Cromartus. And every dragon king would die beside the Wyrmrest Temple. Even the corpse of Deathwing was stuck at the top of the temple.
Duque felt much better on the spot. It had nothing to do with his identity. It was purely because Ysera was taking care of him. It made him feel better.
"Got it."
The two Night Elf leaders promised.
"Huff! Huff! Huff! " It sounded like the sound of bellows in an old blacksmith shop, but opposite this sound was the collapse of the entire Mount Hyjal.
"No, it's not that simple! That was because I had seen three dreams. One was the Twilight Judgment, but it was not completely destructive in that half-baked judgment. The other was the end of the dragons. I don't want to talk about this dream. But the third dream was different. I saw you, Duke Marcus, affecting the entire world line. "
This was the fusion of space.
Because the original history and the history in the game obviously diverged.
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