Fandral recognized the owner of the dragon scale almost immediately and ran over. "Is His Majesty Nozdormu in need of help? The Night Elves are happy to help! "
As soon as Fandral opened his mouth, Tyrande's expression became a little unnatural.
The Night Elves worshipped the laws of nature and hated the abuse of arcane spells and the destruction of nature. This was a tradition since ancient times.
Among the Night Elves, other than the Moon Goddess Elune and the Nature Demigod Cenarius, the Night Elves also worshipped the three Dragon Aspects that had blessed the World Tree.
However, Fandral had gone a little overboard. He was basically saying that the Night Elves were willing to use all their power to lick Nozdormu's boots.
Moreover, it had only been two days since the explosion of Mount Hyjal, and Fandral had already started advocating among the Night Elves to plant another World Tree so that the three Dragon Aspects could once again bless them with magic.
Now that Fandral was trying to curry favor with Nozdormu, Tyrande was infuriated by this seemingly generous but actually unprincipled way of doing things.
After all, in Tyrande's eyes, everything had to be prioritized. The first thing the Night Elves had to do was to eliminate dangers, such as eliminating the demon army and removing the spatial cracks. Only then would they have to rebuild. Now that both sides had not been done, Fandral had jumped out and said that he would unconditionally support Nozdormu's operation?
Please, you don't even know what Nozdormu is going to do, and you're saying that you're going to support the entire Night Elves?
No matter how good-tempered Tyrande was, she could not hold it in any longer.
However, she could not do anything because during the years when Malfurion was wandering in the Emerald Dream, Fandral, as Malfurion's eldest disciple, had actually controlled the Cenarion Circle. Even when Malfurion returned, because Malfurion was more focused on the natural domain, the mundane affairs were still handed over to Fandral.
It was true that the Night Elves were a perverted race, but the teachings of the Moon Goddess and the teachings of the Druids existed side by side. Hence, even though Tyrande was the High Priestess, she couldn't make the Night Elves her own decision.
Fandral made random promises, and just when Tyrande was about to say something …
Fandral was slapped in the face by Krasus, or more accurately, by Nozdormu. Seeing that Fandral was about to touch the yellow dragon scale, Krasus stopped him. "Sorry, the Time King has made it clear that no Night Elves can participate in this operation."
Fandral Staghelm's complexion was so wonderful that it looked as though someone had smeared ketchup and soy sauce all over his face.
Retribution should not come too fast!
Just as they expressed their desire to curry favor, the other side was slapped in the face by the Dragon Clan.
This was not an admonition, but a warning!
Not only did Krasus stop them, but he also released his Dragon's Might without concealment. This was the Dragon Might of an Ancient Dragon! The weaker elven huntresses and archers who were standing guard nearby were all suffocated by the pressure.
Fandral could not and did not dare to lose his temper. After all, Krasus did not represent his own dragon, but the will of the entire Wyrmrest Shrine. He could only pinch his nose and accept it. "Since this is the will of His Majesty Nozdormu, then please do as you wish."
With that, Fandral actually bowed to Krasus and left with his people without even looking at Duque. From the beginning to the end, he really treated Duque and his people like air.
"Him!" Rhonin gritted his teeth.
"Hmph!" Queen Sylvanas and Jaina snorted coldly at the same time.
Even the most good-tempered Kael 'thas could not help but twitch his mouth for a while. He only stopped when he saw that Duque did not say anything.
Tyrande had no choice but to apologize to Fandral. "I'm sorry, Mr. Marcus. Fandral is the most radical nature supremacist. He hates anyone and anything that destroys nature. Also, he hates arcanists …" Tyrande apologized to Fandral.
Duque waved his hand. "It's fine! I know. Compared to the return of Her Majesty Alexstrasza and my lover and companion, these are all trivial matters. "
Tyrande bowed again and apologized.
At this time, Duque finally reached out to touch the yellow dragon scale.
Almost at the moment he touched the dragon scale, Duque heard an incomparably tragic howl in his spiritual sea.
That was the Dragon King's howl of pain!
Duque's facial muscles twitched, even though he had already asked the system elf to create nine mental barriers in his spiritual sea in advance.
The information that rushed in like a flood still broke through his seven defenses in one breath.
If it was someone with weak mental strength, they would not be able to resist in time and would become mentally disabled.
Terrifying images appeared in Duque's mind.
It was as if Nozdormu, the King of Time, with a body as large as a mountain, had appeared in front of him!
Nozdormu's body was different from the previous time when he besieged Nethario, the Wing of Death. Although as a special giant dragon formed from sand, his body was never the kind that was blinding, the feeling of the dragon scales that seemed to have been eroded by the wind for thousands of years and could rot and fall off at any time still shocked Duque greatly.
The life force of the Dragon of Time was time!
As the King of Time, he could not resist the erosion of time. How bad was Nozdormu's current state?
Duque saw sand on the dragon's face, and the dragon's skin peeled off like broken plaster. Looking at the very human-like expression of despair on Nozdormu's face, Duque was extremely shocked.
The illusory images in the spiritual world did not affect his vision in reality.
Duque also saw the worry on Krasus' face. It was obvious that it was Duque's turn to see the illusions that Krasus had seen and experienced.
Nozdormu did not speak. His figure disappeared, and instead, an incomparably large continent appeared. It was a vast continent in the atmosphere that one could not see the end of. There were incomparably steep mountains and plains full of forests …
As his field of vision gradually rose until it reached the universe, he could see the entire continent. Only then did Duke realize that this was the continent of Kalimdor.
It was not the current Kalimdor, but the ancient Kalimdor continent before the War of the Ancients.
The information that came from the dragon's scale made it easy for Duque to determine that it was the source of Nozdormu's pain.
Even though he was mentally prepared, Duque still cursed in his heart. The War of the Ancients? F * ck me!
Ever since the Dark Portal opened for the first time, Azeroth kept causing trouble, but please, Goddess of Fate, don't make me fight the Burning Legion twice in a row!
Just thinking about it made me speechless.
After seeing these images, Duque suddenly returned to reality. Although he had only been immersed in the spiritual world for a few seconds, Duque felt a little exhausted.
Not only was his back drenched in sweat as if he had fallen into a pool of water, but his body was also unconsciously gasping for air.
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