"Yo, it's pretty lively!"

The door to the command room was pushed open, and Dick, who was covered in stains, his hair was messy, and his armor showed serious signs of corrosion, walked in slowly, and Liadline followed him, carrying a female elf in a green robe. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two men walked into the command room, Dick gestured, and Liadline threw the elf she was carrying on the chair next to her, and Garrod's eyes immediately widened!

"You.... You've captured a green dragon!"

Tyrande's eyes narrowed, as the Sacrifice of the Moon, the chosen person of the Moon God Elune, she keenly felt the breath coming from Dick's body, which was in the same vein as the breath of the Moon God, but of a completely different nature.

As for the paladin bringing back a seriously injured green dragon girl, the Moon Sacrifice didn't care.

"Ah, it's not a captive, but there are some surprises. ”

Dick sat down beside the round table, and Lady Liadline brought him a glass of water, and Dick looked at Garrod, and then at Tyrande, and then said,

"The Green Dragon Legion is in trouble. ”

"What do you mean?"

Garrod asked.

"You go and ask her, in short, it's a very troublesome thing. ”

Dick snorted at the green dragon girl who was holding her belly with difficulty, and before she could wait for Garrod to ask, she closed her eyes and said,

"Emerald Dream... Polluted, the pitch-black nightmare has eaten away at our minds, and Lord Tyral has escaped from the Emerald Dream with us, but the Queen... The Queen had been imprisoned by the degenerates of Lethorne, and Lord Illanicus, it... Its soul is divided, Nightmare Tyrant, and it is it that presides over this rebellion!"

"Nightmare?

"The Nightmare King, who calls himself Harveys, we don't know where it came from, but it has been lurking in dreams, and even the Sleep of the World, has not been able to detect it. ”

"Bang!"

Garrod's palm slammed on the table, his whole body trembled with anger, and he stretched out his hand to point at Tyrande, whose face was becoming more and more ugly,

"Look at the good things you and Malfurion have done, I asked you to kill Harveys in the first place, but you said that all sins should have the right to repent, exile? Open your eyes and take a good look, your exiled prisoners are strangling our companions!"

Dick took the pipe to his mouth, which he had picked up from the ruins of Dalaran, and belonged to the relics of the archmage Antonidas, the old mage cherished this ebony pipe, and cast a subtle spell on it, and the tobacco in it was always full, and it only needed a password to ignite it.

"Wisdom is priceless!"

Dick grunted, the pipe filled itself with tobacco, and then lit itself, he took a deep breath of the mellow smoke, stretched out his hand, and pressed Garrod's palm down,

"Alright, Garrod, now is not the time to talk about this, find a way to enter the Emerald Dream Realm and save people, Lady Deriathera and I have provoked a war between those mad dragons and demons, and before it can be quelled, we must find a way to save Queen Ysera. ”

After saying that, Dick turned his head to Tyrande again, he looked at the 10,000-year-old wife, and pursed his lips,

"If I'm not mistaken, the sleeping druids can't wake up, can they?"

Tyrande's face was melancholy, and he hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Very well, then it's not just me and Garrod. ”

Dick moved his tired body, almost draining all his energy to treat his dying green dragon girl, Deriathera, and leaned back in his chair, his hands spread out,

"The Holy Light has a certain suppressive effect on Nightmares, you can discuss countermeasures, we can help at any time!Oh, by the way, maybe you can find a way to contact the orcs, those rough-skinned and thick-skinned undead guys, it is better to use them as meat shields!"

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The Night Elves are true immortals, and when Tyrande broke his promise with the guardian dragon and did not use the energy of the World Tree Nodashir to resurrect the demigods who died in battle, this thriving World Tree brought eternal blessings to the Night Elves of Mount Hyjal.

Their character is very lazy, which is common to all immortals, but in the real face of the disaster of extermination, these elves are still very efficient, the next morning, the huntress and the surviving druids of the brigade drove into the Falling Star Lake not far from the Ashen Valley defense line, Dick even saw a dozen ruthless characters wearing iron owl helmets, wearing blade cloaks, holding knife wheels, walking like ghosts haunting the camp.

That's the watcher, during the War of the Ancients, the sharpest shadow blade of the night elves, composed of female elves who have been trained since childhood, ruthless, skilled in combat, able to manipulate the power of shadows, is a first-class assassin, and when necessary, can also become a battlefield slaughterer.

However, listening to Garrod's meaning, it seems that Tyrande felt that the number of watchmen was getting smaller and smaller, and the training methods were too cruel, so thousands of years ago, the establishment of watchers was canceled, and as a result, now, only a small part of the secret watchers can still fight.

This kind of mercy, in Dick's opinion, is simply an incomprehensible Madonna's disease, if he has the training method of the watchman in his hand, he will definitely train as much as he can, this kind of big killer, Dick is never too little.

But now Dick had more important things to do, he stood alone in the command room, Liadline stood guard at the door, not allowing anyone to approach.

Dick sat down in his chair, and after calming his mind, he called softly,

"Mr. Nozdorm, I need your help!"

After nearly ten minutes of calling, a pale yellow light sprinkled over the entire camp, and everyone fell into a stillness, a familiar time standstill, a familiar way of appearing, but every time it was so shocking.

"Dick, time traveler, what's the matter?"

"In the second demon war, we plan to rescue Ysera, the green dragon's side is basically done, can you free up your hands over there? ”

Hearing Dick's suggestion, Nozdorm was silent for a few seconds, and the voice like the old man next door sounded again,

"Unfortunately, I... No. ”

Faced with this answer, Dick was mentally prepared, but he still asked one more question,

"Is it an Eternal Dragon?"

"Yes, no matter how careful the Bronze Dragon is, these guys will always appear in countless timelines, and my warriors have fought the Eternal Dragon in countless timelines, this is an endless war, and we are powerless to meddle in the affairs of this world... But if you don't mind, I can send some new recruits to support, but their combat effectiveness..."

"It doesn't matter, as long as there is support!"

Dick snapped his fingers and said in a relaxed tone, "I rescued Garrod, and I plan to resurrect those wilderness demigods, the intensity of this war is destined to be lower than in the original history." ”

Nozdorm reminded with a smile,

"I warn you that by doing so, you will make known history even more elusive, and that it is not necessarily a good thing for demigods to return to this world too soon, and they will not be able to play a decisive role in the face of enemies like archdemons. ”

After saying that, Nozdorm's voice became serious,

"Your idea is dangerous! Dick, you're trying to challenge and drastically change history! And it seems to me that you don't understand the true meaning of history!"

"The trend of history has changed dramatically, and I came to this world for this, isn't that what I came for!"

Dick shrugged his shoulders and patted his chest very confidently, he felt good now, as long as he could save Ysera, after the Green Dragon Legion entered the battle, the demon's advantage would be reduced a lot!

"Well, Dick, I can't convince you, then go on your way, this is the path of chaos, I can't see the way forward, but maybe you're right! ”

The yellowish glow dissipated, and Dick breathed a sigh of relief, and he moved his fist.

This is his third major historical node, compared to Stratholme and Quel'Thalas, this time the range available to him has become larger and larger, history does not change overnight, when Dick has completed nearly 20% of the world's new history, the new history has become more and more solid, enough to support his more active participation in historical events.

Dick believed that one day, even if he personally killed such important historical figures as Arthas or Tyrande, it would not cause time to collapse, and that when that day would be the real new chapter of history.

"Dick, Garrod, they're ready to go!"

Liadline shouted outside the door, and Dick answered, carrying the fire of justice behind him, grabbing the sheathed Crusader sword, straightening his armor and clothing, and striding out of the room.

Garrod's plan was risky, and that was Dick's first reaction.

But the success rate is high!

Garrod and Dick, with an army of paladins and elves, were tasked with delaying the attack of the young dragons and dragonmen, Tyrande and the Warden and several other heroes broke into the sleep of the world to deal with the emerald dragon that imprisoned the Dream Queen, and the task of diverting the most intractable nightmare tyrant Illanicus was left to Thrall, Varlock, Grom, and Woking, whose face was painted with oil paint, as he hurried away.

The trio of orc heroes with rough skin and thick meat, T, milk and output is the most suitable for this job. However, to Dick's regret, he heard that another hero, Lexa, had recently helped the Minotaurs evacuate in the Bleak Lands and was unable to participate in the battle.

Although Grom and Wallock are still plagued by "toxemia", if it is just containment, they say they can still do it.

Dick estimated that the orcs were so active, it was likely that there was another plan, so many elite soldiers would gather together, it would be better to take the opportunity to raid a wave, kill the saboteur Maloneus, and completely solve the "poisonedness" of the orcs.

But Dick did not give this speculation, and it was Garrod who was now in command of the battle, believing that the elf would make the judgment he deserved.

To be honest, such an unexpected situation actually disrupted Dick's original plan, and the elves' abnormal movements also attracted the attention of the demons raging in the Gray Valley, and Dick estimated that after they set off, the demons would come to attack the Gray Valley defense line, and if they could not return in time, the First Expeditionary Legion would be in danger of being destroyed.

"Erigor, if... I mean, if, if the demonic attack is fierce and you can't resist, you can choose to retreat, retreat to the Barrens, the orcs have a second line of defense in Durontar, let them be in front, and we will rush back as soon as possible!"

Dick whispered to the paladin commander before leaving.

"I understand, Dick, you can go with confidence!"

Erigor is an old soldier, he has been active on the battlefield since he was young, and now, the war years have been more than ten years, and Dick has more confidence in him than even in himself.

In the dim light of another morning in Ashenvale, thousands of truly elite divisions set out.

Nightblade leopards, war horses, chocobos, and druids who transformed into reindeer, all of them had solemn faces, the forest of Felwood had been beaten into a pot of porridge, relying only on Cenarius, the king of the forest, could not stop the terrible great demon at all, and it was only a matter of time before the all-destroying demon alliance entered Mount Hyjal.

However, the elven army was blocked in the Ash Valley, and could only use refueling tactics to try to recapture the defense line of Felwood Forest, the situation has reached the worst level, if this time can not rescue the druid army trapped in the Emerald Dream Realm, then the current military strength of the extremely empty Hyjal Mountain, can only let the Great Demon run rampant.

Dick was on his horse, his eyes clear, but he also had troubles, a question that had been in his mind since he set foot on the land of Kalimdor.

"Originally, the alliance between the night elves, humans, and orcs was built by Medivan in the soul state, and now that the union has been completed, where is Medivan, this prophet?"