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When Dick's four attributes all reached the lord level, his physical strength was also at the lord level as a matter of course, but following this mad dragon to fall off the cliff, this crazy move still made Dick full of fear.

By the time he woke up from the vertigo of falling into the water and climbed ashore with difficulty, his energy had dropped from 800 to a dangerous 20.

It's been 4 years since I entered this world, and the meaning of data, Dick has already felt it through, and his energy represents a blood bar in a sense, and his energy at 20 points has reached an extremely dangerous point, if he fell into the water just now, and there was a sharp stone at the bottom of the water, Dick would have to say goodbye to the world.

But even if he survived, his current state was extremely poor, he was lying on the river beach, his whole body was full of strength, and only his left hand made of metal could still move.

The paladin struggled to find the high concentration of holy water from the brown leather backpack on his waist, the bitter taste filled his mouth, and when the holy energy quickly recovered, Dick felt a dizziness coming from his body.

As mentioned above, holy water stimulates the recovery of holy energy, which requires sacrificing spiritual power.

Before he fell asleep, Dick struggled to control the flow of holy energy throughout his body, and in the warmth he had not seen for a long time, it was like lying on a sunny shore, and the illusion of basking in the sun appeared in Dick's heart, and then he tilted his neck and fainted.

Four hours later, the sky was already dark, and on the banks of the Angry River, a great river that ran through the Grey Valley, Azhara, and Durontar and the Barrens, Dick gritted his teeth, not knowing what he had dreamed of in his dream, and was about to swing his fist, and the next moment, he came to his senses.

The energy value has recovered to 300 points, Dick rubbed his aching body and got up from the ground, he picked up his righteous fire on the bank of the river not far away, and his left hand had just hit the handle of the hammer, and the screaming and scolding of little Lori Anvena sounded in his head.

"Dick, you idiot! Stupid, stupid

Dick's face turned white at the noise of the Spirit of the Sun, he shrugged his shoulders, carefully apologized to the Daughter of the Moon God, and turned the hammer back behind his back, Dick turned around and walked towards the green dragon, whose breath was already extremely weak.

"Lord Delia Serra"

"Lords - Faint Chaos"

"Omitted"

"Rating: Omitted"

Dick's eyes jumped out of the state of this green dragon, and it could be seen that the combat effectiveness of this green dragon was indeed a little worse, but in fact, if it wasn't for Dick's desperate jumping onto its body, plus the green dragon controlled by the nightmare was somewhat irritable, and his normal thinking was disturbed, otherwise Dick would never have been able to escape the pursuit of a giant dragon.

But history is written by the victors, Dick put his hand on the top of the green dragon's head, which was still oozing blood, and the smooth scales sent an icy breath, this bold action made the green dragon struggle for a moment, but this struggle exhausted the last of its strength.

It let out a wail with the last breath of air squeezed out of its lungs, and Dick sighed as he backhanded the hammer, the dragon was controlled by the Nightmare, and if it was not saved by the power of purification, it would unstoppably slide into the form of the Nightmare Dragon.

In this era when the level of power is still a little weaker, even a nightmare dragon is enough to drive tens of thousands of people crazy.

But just as Dick raised the hammer, intending to end this evil life, the green dragon suddenly opened his eyes, and the green pupils had returned to their normal yellow snake pupils.

This made Dick pause, and he was silent for a few seconds, then the hammer he raised aloft swung down suddenly.

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Ashenvale Line.

This was the third day of Dick's departure, and the First Expeditionary Force had lost its Supreme Commander, and some people were somewhat unstable, but under the suppression of Erigor and other commanders, the soldiers of the defensive line were still vigilantly stationed here.

After Dick's departure, the eldest lady went back to Theramore, and as Dalaran's representative to Kalimdor, Gianna's task was no easier than Dick's.

The destruction of Dalaran has taught the mages a good lesson, and the mages who have learned their lesson plan to follow the example of the Knights of the Silver Hand and build a new mage training base in Kalimdor, and Theramore is a great place.

The eldest lady must prepare a place to live and study for the upcoming 500 mage apprentices before the end of the 20th year of the Dark Gate, which is no easy task in Theramore, where there are almost no idlers and human resources are very tight.

Not to mention Gianna's work in Theramore, almost at the same time that the mysterious white-haired elf, Garrod's wife Sarah Hill, came to his senses, the Ashengu Defense Line also welcomed a heavyweight visitor.

"Stop!"

Standing at the entrance of the defensive line, a heavily armed Liadelin shouted to the dozen elves riding on the black Nightblade Leopard and walking in the direction of the Falling Star Lake.

These elves put a lot of pressure on Liadrin, they all wore uniform black robes, and their whole bodies were shrouded in robes, but the xenomorph weapons hanging next to the nightblade leopard's saddle, which were open on three sides, like a wheel, and the purple moon blade that could fight in close combat and attack from a distance, represented the strength of these guys.

This kind of weapon with a beautiful shape, but a cruel and vicious style, is not something that a novice can control.

After being stopped by Liadrin, the black nightblade leopard spread out to both sides, revealing a passageway, and the elf riding on the ancient frostblade leopard with black spots and white text stepped forward, she was dressed in a moon-white robe, sitting gracefully in the saddle, carrying a green longbow that was constantly blooming and withering.

The most striking thing is that this beautiful elf with long green hair, her slightly purple skin always shines with a faint moonlight at all times, and on her forehead, there is a crescent moon emblem.

"Get out of the way, Descendant of Darthrema, there is a Venerable One in your camp, and the world needs him!"

Moon Sacrifice Tyrande, at first glance saw the heels of Liadrin, who was wrapped in armor, as a comrade-in-arms who had fought with the original Sun King Darth Rema, she had no ill will towards Liadrin, although Darth Rema eventually led his clan and the Night Elves to part ways, but this Sun King, the exploits made in the Battle of the Ancients, were enough to offset the unpleasantness.

But Liadrin, she didn't appreciate it, she didn't move her body, even thousands of years later, the High Elves did not forget the hatred of being ostracized, banished, and when Tyrande recognized her, she also recognized Tyrande, and King Darthrema could not forget the humiliation of being driven away until his death.

This humiliation is engraved in the bones of the High Elves, and the woman in front of her is the culprit who single-handedly allowed all this to happen.

Liadeline's hand subconsciously grasped the hilt of the phoenix heavy sword behind her, but at this moment, her movements were interrupted by Erigor who rushed over.

"Lady Liadrin, look at the big picture. ”

The paladin commander whispered softly to the High Elves, and Liadrin's expression struggled for a moment, but the next moment her eyes lit up, and she quickly lowered her hand and turned away from the defense line in a huff.

"Come here, Lady Tyrande, Mr. Garrod is waiting for you!"

Erigor made a "please" gesture to the expressionless Tyrande, who was neither humble nor arrogant, and the Moon Sacrifice jumped lightly to the ground, touched the jewel-encrusted forehead of the frostblade leopard with one hand, and walked into the camp of the First Expeditionary Force with the elite of the sentry troops, the huntresses.

A few minutes later, in the humble command room, Garrod sat opposite Tyrande, and I don't know if it was Errigor's delusion, Mr. Garrod, facing the leader of the Night Elves, seemed a little cold.

"You're finally willing to stand up, Garrod, in this time of crisis. ”

Tyrande's voice was a little hoarse, but in addition to the charm, there was an unexpected sense of sacredness, thousands of years later, seeing Garrod again, the mood of the moon sacrifice, it seemed very happy, and very relieved.

"Alright, Tyrande, don't say that. ”

Garrod waved his hand, interrupting the Moon Sacrifice, and went straight to the point, "The demon has captured most of the Ash Valley, relying only on Cenarius, there is no way to fight the Great Demon, the Battle of the Ancients, we sacrificed several demigods to block the raid of the Great Demon, if you still want to win now, then it is best to use the fastest speed to contact the other surviving wilderness demigods, protect the dragon's side, I will find a way." ”

Tyrande was not angry at Garrod's rudeness, on the contrary, there was a trace of bitterness on her beautiful face, and in the face of Garrod's request, the Moon Sacrifice sighed,

"I contacted the surviving demigods at the beginning of the war, but neither Tortora, nor Godlin, nor even Avina responded to our request, perhaps because the injuries left by the War of the Ancients were too severe, and we..."

"That's enough! Tyrande, don't play with your little tricks in front of me!"

Before Tyrande's words were finished, Garrod uncharacteristically scolded, "Before I left, I repeatedly warned you to resurrect those demigods who died in battle as quickly as possible, you deduced that the power of the World Tree is still unstable, but now, look at what you have done!"

"Agamagan, who was as noble as I am, was so degraded that he didn't even retain his own culture, the bears of the Grizzly Hills became mortal enemies of us, and the followers of the god of prey no longer answered the call, is this what you paid for the heroes of the ancient war? Tortora and Godring are not fools to let you play with the narrow-minded king of the forest!"

Garrod's outburst made Eregor startled, he didn't expect that this white-haired elf, who didn't care about everything, would be so terrifying when he was really angry, and that momentum made him can't help but take a few steps back.

And Tyrande's expression changed violently in the face of Garrod's scolding, and after Garrod finished speaking, she also retorted fiercely,

"I know you have feelings for those wilderness demigods, but Garrod, have you ever considered how difficult it is to resurrect the demigods who died in battle from the Emerald Dream Realm? Even with the World Tree in 10,000 years, it will take nearly half of the energy, not to mention these, the most important thing is that even Malfurion is not 100% sure that he will be able to resurrect successfully! What will be the result of failure? Do you understand! The clansmen can't bear this loss!"

"Huh!"

Garrod sneered, "As long as you do anything, you have a hope of success! For 10,000 years, I don't believe that the druids can't even think of a proper way, and even if there is really no way, I don't believe that Queen Ysera, who is in charge of the Emerald Dream, can't do it!

"You said you were for the sake of your people! So tell me, in this situation, without the help of the demigods, and without the trust of the guardian dragon, how many people's lives do you plan to pay to keep this world going?"

"I... I do not know. ”

Tyrande relented, but Garrod's accusations continued.

"I don't know, what do you think of me? An omnipotent god? What can I do about this situation? Have you seen the descendants of Darth Rema in the camp? Can you feel the anger in their eyes? And the self-enclosed High Elves of Firath! That's all you do for your people! Allow those fools to crowd out the real heroes and tear the legacy of the Elven Empire apart! Exile spellcasters, suppress watchers, sentinels, look at the sentinels you have formed, it's a joke!"

"I said a long time ago that you are not fit to be a leader at all, your stubbornness, your weakness, your unjustified mercy, sooner or later you will ruin Kadore!"

Garrod's voice resounded throughout the room, Tyrande was silent, and Erigor swallowed, the first time he came into contact with such a powerful ancient secret, it made the older paladin's mouth a little dry, but at this moment, a tired voice came in.

"Yo, it's pretty lively!"