"I'm ----- I'm not sure if it's a nightmare. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Tyrande stroked the back of the female elf, where the wound was healing in the golden light. "But I know her, she's the druid of Dodaniel's den. ”

"That is indeed a nightmare, High Priest. Benny couldn't see the expression on the face of the great druid of the Minotaur, but listening to his voice, it was very dignified. But she wasn't invaded by nightmares. ”

"Then why is she unconscious?" Tyrande furrowed his slender eyebrows.

"She was subjected to very harsh ----- to extract confessions. Benny turned around, trying to keep the healing effects of the light low and slow, which would reduce the pain of the female elf. "I can't imagine why they did that, apart from coercing confessions. ”

"Wounds here. A female elf druid pointed to the elf's abdomen and said with some hesitation, "That wound looks like we did it----- I mean ----- druid like me." "She's the 'Wild Druid' who helped Sylvanas scout the battlefield.

"Ahem~" The female elf moved suddenly, and Benny looked at her struggling face.

"She's waking up. ”

Tyrande reached out and put his hand on the elf's forehead, praying to the moon god in his heart.

The silver light flashed, and the elf opened her eyes violently.

"High --- High Priest. The female elf's voice was as if it had been torn apart by something, and the sound she made was full of dryness.

"Offended. Benny laid the elf's body flat and pressed her right hand to the elf's neck, the holy light in her hand became brighter, and the elf's brow furrowed, and she felt her throat itch.

"Alright. Benny nodded at the elf, he took two steps back, and the holy light in his hand spread out, continuing to heal the female elf's body.

The elf looked around, her eyes still a little confused, but when she saw Vandal's huge antlers, her eyes lit up.

"The Great Druid. The elf tried to sit up straight, but Tyrande held her down and shook her head.

"Let's just put it that way. Tyrande's words had a commanding tone, and Vandal behind her nodded.

"Say it, Liara. What's going on with Daniel's den?" Vandal knew her, of course, and he even knew the name of every druid.

"It's the dragon, the Great Druid. Fear suddenly appeared on the elf's face, and what had happened before the Buddha was still in front of him. "About two months ago, our druids started to enter the Emerald Dream Realm, and I was one of the guards of this 'ritual', so I didn't fall into a deep sleep, but those druids who entered the Emerald Dream suddenly became a little ---- a little abnormal after a month. Liara tried to find the right words. "All of a sudden, they woke up, but differently, and they suddenly attacked the guards. ”

"Attack?!" Vandal's brow furrowed even tighter. "To you?"

"Yes, Grand Druid. Liara held back tears in her eyes. "They shouted strange words and tore the guards to shreds, but they let me go, and I was caught by them. ”

"What are they shouting?" asked Tyrande.

"They're ----," Liara swallowed. "They took us as demons, they tortured me, they beat me with a whip made of red thorns, they asked me----- they asked me where Illanicus was. ”

"Illanicus?!" Benny was stunned suddenly, he didn't understand the elven language of the female elf, but he heard the name. "She just said 'Illanicus'?"

"You know the name?" Vandal asked, a name that is not circulated among 'mortals', how did this human know it?

"That's an ancient green dragon!" Benny's face grimaced. "Very, very ancient! He's the Dream Manager, the consort of Ysera, Queen of the Green Dragon!"

"Did they say anything else?" Vandal looked at Liara with a solemn expression. "Don't miss a word, Liara, it's very important!"

"I understand. Liara nodded, and said, "They also mentioned Lethorne, they said that Lethorne was accompanying the queen, and that the betrayer Illanicus had to be found, and that's all I heard. ”

"Lethorne----" Tyrande muttered. "That's the Guardian of the Dream Gate of the Great Shade, right?" said Tyrande, using the lingua franca.

"Yes. Vandal sighed.

"It seems that the Nightmare problem is even worse than we thought!" Benny looked at Vandal. "The Green Dragons have begun to be corrupted!"

"We're not sure yet, Grand Lord Smith!" Vandal retorted.

"We'll be sure!" Benny withdrew the light and hands. "Her wounds have healed, the residual nightmare energy has dissipated, pay attention to her diet, preferably a light liquid diet, she has been hungry for a long time. ”

Benny said, nodding at Sylvanas and walking out the door.

"What are you going to do, Lord Smith!" Vandal and the others looked at the door.

"Do what I have to do, Great Druid. Benny looked at Van Dal. "Help you make sure those green dragons have been corrupted!"

In his previous life, Benny was sure that there was no female elf named Liara at all, and the Dodaniel Den was indeed an area inhabited by crazy druids, but why those druids were crazy and what happened there, he didn't know anything in his previous life, he wasn't sure if his arrival had caused some 'butterfly effect', or if he had inadvertently saved the female elf who was supposed to die, but he didn't want to take the risk, he wanted to personally confirm whether the green dragon had been corrupted.

Benny and Sylvanas walked out of the room, and Tyrande looked at the elf and then at the people in the room.

"We are not even as positive as a mortal. There was something in Tyrande's words.

"He doesn't possess the power of a 'mortal'!" Vandal turned his head. "Are you sure we can trust him?"

"He helped us get rid of the invaders!" Tyrande's voice suddenly raised. "With the lives of their warriors!, and we didn't even shoot a single arrow!" Tyrande looked around with an ugly face. "I'm ashamed of what we're doing now!"

The High Priest walked directly out of the room, and the atmosphere in the room was a little delicate for a moment.

"The High Priest was right. Hamuel snorted and said. "We should do something. ”

"I'm doing it, Hamuel. Vandal looked calm. "If I can succeed, then everything will be solved!"

"I hope so. The old minotaur's eyes rolled, not knowing what he was thinking. (To be continued.) )