"Ah!" Tyrande let out a soft cry. The dream that had been broken countless times finally connected after seeing Archimonde's image.
Tyrande's body shook violently as her mind went into a trance.
Death!
Violence!
Flames!
Destruction —
Destruction —
The terror that was filled with brutality seemed to have transcended tens of thousands of years and traveled from the ancient time and space. This mysterious power seemed to want to tear her, who was in the dream, into countless pieces and then scatter them all over Mount Hyjal.
Her soul felt like it was being torn apart.
In this terrifying chaos, she seemed to hear a familiar voice.
"Tyrande — it's alright — wake up, Tyrande — you must fulfill your duty to protect the world!"
This was not the gentle female voice of the Moon Goddess Elune, nor was it the deep and gentle male voice of Cenarius. She vaguely recognized this young male voice. It was a voice that she subconsciously relied on, just like how a drowning person relied on a small piece of driftwood in the ocean.
Tyrande felt that the Goddess of Fate was guiding her in the right direction.
As time passed, or perhaps because of those few calls, the pain that the Burning Legion brought her in the dream eased a little. She felt exhausted. No, this was not the fatigue of the mortal body, this was the fatigue of the soul.
It was as if her body wanted to continue drifting in the dream world, and her soul no longer needed to return to her body. But if she did so, she might lose her life, so she had to hold on.
Slowly, she could feel her breathing. As the pain in her soul lessened, the voice of the Moon Goddess became clearer. She could faintly hear the prayers of the priestesses echoing in the temple all year round. Tyrande felt that she had returned to her physical state.
Her soul felt like it was hurriedly passing through a layer of mist …
The scene in front of her distorted, and her consciousness returned to her eyes.
She immediately realized that from the moment she saw Archimonde's image, to the fusion of the dream buried in her heart, to the moment she almost lost her balance and fell, to the moment the guards behind her rushed over anxiously, two of them wanting to help her up, and the other two glaring at Rhonin, so many things had happened in just a second.
"Wait! It has nothing to do with the emissary! "Tyrande hurriedly stopped the guards from acting rudely.
"Lady Whisperwind …" one of the priestesses nervously asked.
Tyrande waved her hand. "No, I'm fine. It's just that these Alliance emissaries finally brought evidence of the Burning Legion's invasion of Azeroth. It's connected to the nightmares I've been having lately, and it's a shock to my mind."
The priestess immediately understood.
As the Chosen One of Elune, Tyrande could easily see through lies. If what Luo Ning brought was fabricated, then what awaited Luo Ning would be the wrath of the entire Night Elves.
The image of Archimonde destroying the Dalajan was naturally a fragment that Duque had intercepted when he was using Antonidas' Mage Tower. There was no doubt that it was real.
Then things would be much simpler.
Tyrande straightened her body and bowed deeply to Rhonin and the others, "Thank you for travelling such a long distance to bring this important news that could affect the survival of all intelligent lifeforms in the world. I urgently need Elune's guidance. Please rest for a day. Tomorrow, I will lead the higher-ups of the Night Elves to meet you officially. Please wait patiently. "
"That's no problem." Rhonin was overjoyed.
With that, Tyrande hurriedly instructed her assistant to take good care of Rhonin. She then went into the depths of Elune's Temple.
In the prayer hall dedicated to the High Priest, Tyrande gently took off all her clothes and stepped into the crystal pool with the statue of the Elune Goddess. She allowed the holy water that poured out from the bottle in the hands of the Elune Goddess to drench herself, allowing herself to enter a state where she forgot about everything else and began to communicate with the Goddess.
Luo Ning and the others heaved a sigh of relief after being brought by a priestess to what should be a guesthouse in Mount Hyjal.
It had not been easy to get here.
Because it was still early, Theramore had not formed yet, and there were no magic portals. They had no choice but to cross the Endless Sea by ship.
The fleet that crossed the sea was not large. There were only seven ships, which attracted the attention of a medium-sized Naga clan.
They had fought Nagas, killed Murlocs, and even fought a giant octopus with tentacles that were more than ten meters long.
After coming to Theramore to resupply, the journey was still passable. However, after landing in Azshara, they almost killed their way here. They had killed countless Nagas and Satyrs along the way.
After entering Gray Valley from the west of Azshara, they were ambushed by 200 Night Elves. Fortunately, they could barely speak the Night Elven language, so they escaped.
One had to know that Luo Ning's group didn't anticipate the power of the first arrow at all. Although it was a warning arrow, they did not react in fear until Luo Ning's magic shield was destroyed.
Fortunately, it was a false alarm.
In the guesthouse that was filled with purple and green colors, Luo Ning stared at the green outside the window from the balcony on the second floor. He could not help but say, "How peaceful. I hope this peace can last forever. Unfortunately, we are here to report bad news. "
Lilas raised her head slightly, and immediately lowered her head to her work. She was using the special juice for Rangers to maintain her bowstring.
Not far away, Riadeline was doing the same. Originally, the leader of the Blood Elf Paladins could not leave, but considering that Mount Hyjal was fighting against the Scourge Army and the demons, Duque still sent her to be the vanguard.
Only Bridget Abbendis responded to Luo Ning.
"Without our fight, there will be no peace for our descendants. That's what my father always told me." Bridget subconsciously combed her slightly longer hair.
Luo Ning was a little surprised. "Oh, I didn't expect you to have children."
Bridget blushed, and then a little sullen. "Don't look at me like this. I have a more feminine nickname — Bridget. Also, my father has long ordered me to get married and have children before I turn 25. Only after I have children will I be allowed to join the army again. "
Luo Ning was speechless.
He did not expect General Abbendis to have such a loving father side.
As they chatted, they did not know that at the same time, Tyrande Whisperwind, who had finished praying to the goddess Elune, met the Prophet Medivh in the side hall.
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