As all druids know, 'Morning Wheat' is a newly discovered edible grain that was inadvertently grown by a seed called 'Salendis'. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The person who discovered the seed was none other than the Great Druid Vandal Deerhelm, who had been collecting the 'Morning Wheat in the name of research', and Hamuel himself had planted the seed and given it to Vandal.

But he couldn't imagine what that meant.

"If you know anything, Hamuel, you'd better tell me now. Tyrande could see the struggle on Hamuel's face.

"Grand Druid Vandal Deer Helm has been collecting these seeds for almost a year. Hamuel sighed deeply. "But I think this matter needs to be investigated more deeply. We can't jump to conclusions now!"

"I've got my own judgment, Hamuel! The Red Dragon Queen is here, but Vandal Deerhelm is nowhere to be seen, I think that says something!" Tyrande's voice was as cold as the moonlight in winter. "Miranda!!"

"High Priest!"

"Gather all the Elune Sisters at once!Recall Santis Feathermoon!Gather all the sentinels you can find!" Tyrande paused for a moment as he clenched the Moon Blade in his hand. "Seal down Teldashir and the Moonlight Glades, and destroy all the 'Salendis Seeds' you can find!"

"Your will will be carried out most faithfully!" Miranda bowed to Tyrande and the Queen, and walked out of the den with the other priests.

"And you!" Tyrande looked at Hamuel. "If you haven't betrayed him, Hamuel, I need you to convene a grand druid rally and gather all the druids!"

"I will!" Hamuel nodded with a serious face.

"Now?" Tyrande narrowed his silver eyes.

"Now. Hamuel sighed again, bowed to the queen, and turned and walked out of the lair.

"I won't meddle in the internal affairs of the elves, but if this matter concerns Ysera-----" The Red Dragon Queen looked at the group. "Then it's no longer your internal business. ”

"I understand, Your Majesty. Tyrande smiled apologetically at the Queen. "We'll find out where Vandal Deer Helm is as soon as possible. ”

"I will heal his body. The queen looked at the great druid lying there. "Oso!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Take the others and guard the door of dreams, there must be some of Lethorne's 'subordinates' there, to purify them. "Every adult dragon will have some more or less dragonman guards or attendants, and there will definitely be no shortage of dream gates in the shade of the big trees, so in order not to cause more damage, this is the only way to go.

The dragons walked out of the cave, and Benny looked left and right, and only Sal, Gianna, and the Queen and Tyrande, and himself and Sylvanas were left in the cave.

"Perhaps you can try to look for it in the 'heart of the tree' in Teldashir, High Priestess. Benny said suddenly.

Tyrande turned his head sharply, staring at Benny for a moment with cold eyes.

"You always knew?" she remembered Benny's identity as a 'prophet'.

"Finding him is the priority, High Priestess, and the rest, maybe we can talk about it later!" Benny knew everything, of course, but he couldn't come up and tell Tyrande that Vandal Deerhelm had betrayed, and not to mention whether Tyrande would believe that the Grand Druid's prestige among the Night Elves alone was much higher than Benny had imagined!

He's right. The Red Dragon Queen stroked the priestess's shoulder. "Go find him, if he caused all this, he will surely know Malfurion's whereabouts. "Finding Malfurion will lead to Ysera, who is now desperate to find out what happened to Ysera, her most powerful Dream Gate Guardian has been corrupted.

"Follow me. Tyrande led Benny out of the cave.

The druid guards outside the cave were gone, and some 'peculiar' elven soldiers had taken their place.

The soldiers, all women, each wore a sword, and the longbow and quiver on their backs were obviously not ornaments.

They were wrapped in robes like silver moonlight, which hung down to their ankles, and long, graceful silver teardrops hung haphazardly from their straitjackets, each inlaid with blue beads. Near the waist, a connected bowed belt clasps the crown of feathers. The robes are very spacious and float with the movement of the air, with enough space and mobility to allow them to freely dance the various fighting arts. Even without a single knife or shot, they are the most elite fighters!

The Elves are the most powerful force other than the druids, and they are directly subordinate to the elite sentinels of the Elune Sisterhood.

"I need your help!" Tyrande looked around. "I'm ashamed, but Vandal Deer Helm is very powerful, if he really betrays, I can't catch him alone, and the other druids can't be trusted for the time being, so I need your help!"

"Orcs don't run away from fighting!" Thrall took two steps forward. "The problem of the Nightmare has been proven, and if it is allowed to run rampant, it will be a great threat to my people, so the matter of the Great Druid is also that of the Orcs, High Priest. If necessary, I will gather the tribal army and march towards the Dream Gate!"

"You have more important things to do, Your Excellency the Great Chief!"

Tyrande was about to speak, Benny had already spoken.

"We need the Oak Heart Tomahawk!"

Both Tyrande and Sal frowned.

"How do you know about it?"

Benny shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter. "The battle axe of the legendary orc Brooks, the battle axe blessed by the demigod Cenarius, Benny certainly knows, not only because of its legend and power, but also:

"It was the key to saving Malfurion. Benny waved his hand, stopping Sal, who was about to say something. "I know you're confused, but I don't think we have time to explain that much! I know that the tomahawk is in the hands of Brooks's niece, bring her here, Sal, she's our only 'hope'!"

Sal and Gianna looked at each other, and Gianna nodded to him.

"Alright, human!" Sal nodded at Benny. "I believe you, but I hope there will be an explanation afterwards. ”

"Everybody will be explained!" Benny said, looking at Tyrande.

"I'll go with him, it's faster!" Gianna said.

"So, I'm ----- Sylvanas"

Benny's words were interrupted by a storm raven that suddenly landed on the ground, and the raven suddenly began to change in place, its slender body swelling like a blow, its feathers turning into robes, and its sharp beak into a long bull's nose.

"All the Great Druids are gone, High Priest!" Hamuel's face was extremely ugly. "Including some of the druids!" (To be continued.) )