Elven language was something that high-ranked human Wizards could not avoid.
Moreover, Duque had instructed Ronin to cram on the ancient elven language and etiquette for this trip. Be it the Dalajan or Stormwind City, these things were lacking. But this was not important, the high elves still had a lot of inheritances.
Rhonin performed an ancient ritual that he had practiced hundreds of times on the journey from the ship to Theramore and then to Azshara.
"Greetings, Your Excellency Tyrande Whisperwind. I'm Ronin from the Eastern Kingdom on the other side of the Endless Ocean. I'm a messenger from an alliance of humans, High Elves, Dwarves, and Pygmies."
"Greetings, Mr. Ronin."
It could be seen that Tyrande was very satisfied with Ronin's practice of Night Elven etiquette.
Regardless of orthodoxy or standards, for a temporary emissary to be able to practice to this extent showed that he had truly put in a lot of effort.
Everything should have been perfect, and the host and guest should have enjoyed themselves.
But in the next moment, Tyrande seemed to have noticed something. She seemed to be a little uncertain. After widening her almond-shaped eyes, she once again focused on Ronin's chest.
To be more precise, Tyrande was looking at the emblem of the Marcus Family on Ronin's chest. After all, from a diplomatic point of view, it was rather rude to stare at something that belonged to someone else.
But Tyrande could not control herself, even muttering to herself: "Impossible! So long ago … "
Ronin said awkwardly: "Your Excellency Whisperwind, is there something wrong with my emblem? In fact, this is the emblem of my master, Marcus. "
"Marcus, no …" Tyrande bowed slightly: "My apologies, it reminded me of something from ancient times. The emblem that your master passed on to you is very similar to that of an acquaintance of mine from a long, long time ago. "
"Oh, is that so." Ronin could only continue speaking.
Tyrande seemed to be very concerned about it. Because elves had rather long eyebrows, the slightest twitch of the muscles between the eyebrows was very obvious.
"If I may be so bold as to ask … how many years has your master's legacy been passed down? Is it ten thousand years? "
This question was very strange, and Rhonin's question was very abrupt. With regards to Duque's master's inheritance, Luo Ning was also dumbfounded. He only knew that the only master Duque had personally acknowledged was Hundred-Handed Death God Huo Jia. The problem was that it had been close to fifteen years since the last person to receive the title of Master Teacher.
If Tyrande had asked if it had been a hundred years, Rhonin would not have dared to answer.
But ten thousand years …
Rhonin laughed, "I'm sorry, but humans don't have such a long history as the Night Elves. Two thousand eight hundred years ago, when Great Emperor Saladin united all the human clans, a kingdom and a more systematic civilization appeared. Even before that, humans were a relatively primitive clan. The earliest recorded human civilization could only be traced back to four thousand years ago. Ten thousand years? That's impossible. "
"I see!" Tyrande could not hide the disappointment on her face, but she quickly regained her composure as the High Priestess of the Moon Goddess. "My apologies again, I've gone off topic. May I ask, emissary of the Alliance, why are you here? "
"In order to prevent the Burning Legion from invading the Kalimdor Continent and the World Tree of Hyjal, Nordrassil, I've sent a warning to the Night Elves."
Saying this, Rhonin opened his palm. The crystal that could record images projected the scene of Archimonde descending upon Azeroth and destroying the Dalajan.
Tyrande's expression froze. The blue light that represented the Moon Goddess Elune rapidly gathered in her almond-shaped eyes, almost filling up her entire eye sockets. Only by braving the holy light to look at her would one see that her pupils were surrounded by the white of her eyes, looking like azure glass beads.
"As expected, what I saw in the dream is true." Tyrande's voice was more like a murmur.
She thought of the nightmares that had frequently appeared in her dreams over the past month.
In the past, whenever she fell asleep and entered a dream, her soul would float up into the sky with Elune's blessing. But recently, she found that her soul could not escape the shackles of the earth, and could only wander around under the clouds.
The more she flew down, the closer she got to the Moon Goddess' palace, and the more terrifying scenes appeared in her vision.
Mount Hyjal could see them more clearly. The World Tree Nordrassil was like this, and the Well of Eternity was the same.
In the well that looked like a large lake, black water swirled wildly, and colourful lake water rolled out from the bottom of the river. It was extremely terrifying. As the huge waves from the lake crashed onto the shore, the powerful magical energy contained in the water of the Well of Eternity dissipated in all directions.
The lake water churned like boiling water.
Countless Night Elf Priests and Druids prostrated themselves beside the well, praying.
But the more they prayed for the Well of Eternity's forgiveness, the worse it became. In the sky, torrential rain poured down, and thunder and lightning roared. The beautiful houses near the Well of Eternity were about to be washed away by the lake water.
Why was this happening?
What happened to the Well of Eternity? In her hazy dream, Tyrande felt strange and frightened more than once.
She turned to look outside Mount Hyjal. The sky was already as dark as the night of Mount Hyjal.
No! It was even darker.
The thick, black hue only made Tyrande feel that something bad was about to happen.
This was really abnormal, and there was definitely danger.
What were the sentries in the clan doing?
Her soul flew over the mountain path of Mount Hyjal, and she saw that the guards on the path were silent, unable to see her at all.
Or was this just a simple dream of hers?
She floated to the periphery of the buildings on the mountain top, and was about to go out and see what was going on. She had thought that she could easily pass through the magical barrier around the mountain top, but she encountered an obstacle.
Someone had already cast a very complicated and powerful magical incantation around Mount Hyjal, blocking the extension of her senses and preventing her from exploring everything in the outside world.
This made her feel like a baby bird waiting to be born in an egg, but she had no idea whether there was a ferocious predatory beast outside that wanted to smash and destroy her, or break the eggshell and drag her out to be devoured.
This unknown terror made her very uneasy.
But she could not pass through this mysterious and evil magic.
Every time she tried, she would feel an unexpected pain. She could not cry out. This pain was not something that could be solved with a few screams.
Every time the dream reached this point, all the images would disappear just like that.
When she woke up, she found herself once again in the pure and flawless world of the Moon Maiden Temple. She was the high priestess of the Moon Goddess, as well as the leader of the entire Night Elf Race, even if she had an ominous premonition in her dreams.
Even though there was an ominous foreboding in the dream, she could not make any big moves with just this alone, until she saw Archimonde's image …
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