The Heart of Tedasil, the center of the World Tree, a cave entwined in roots, where Vandal Deerhelm sustains Tedasil's growth. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And just three days ago, Vandal summoned all the druids and a large part of them here.

"The forest is the lifeblood of the world!" Vandal Deer Helmet recited.

"The forest is the lifeblood of the world!" repeated the other druids.

"Tedashir is the lifeblood of the world!"

Others repeated his chant again.

"I am glad that you are all so quick to respond to this call. Van Dahl paused, then continued. "I have to be honest with you. Tedasir is sick! And ---- very bad!"

Tedahir was founded and grew with the support of Vandal, and it was he who has always maintained Tedahir, so he knew much more about the health of the World Tree than any other druid, and his words caused unease among the druids without any suspicion.

Vandal strode through the crowd, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"But don't worry, my dear brothers. Vandal smiled like an elder, as usual. "I'm not just calling you here to tell you the bad news. ”

"Is there hope?" shouted a druid without thinking, asking everyone's questions.

"It's not just hope!" Vandal shouted. "I have summoned you to this place, the roots of Tydrasil, to help heal the World Tree!" He gave an encouraging smile. "And once Tedashir recovers, it will show us a path to our Great Mentor!

"Your Excellency, with all due respect, Her Majesty is in the den of the Furious Winds. A female druid interrupted the Great Druid's enthusiastic words, and it was Elilindra, the only female Grand Druid. "Should we greet Her Majesty first?"

"That's what the Queen wants!" Vandal's vision lingered on the speaking druid for a moment, but only for a moment. "Her Majesty Hamuel is welcoming Her Majesty on our behalf! Her Majesty the Red Dragons is protecting Malfurion's body! But she needs us to save Malfurion's soul! Hamuel is welcoming Her Majesty on our behalf!"

"So what do we do?"

"Use this!" Malfurion held his outstretched right hand, and a statue lay quietly in his hand.

All druids recognize it ------ statue of Reromus, which resembles a green dragon with half-winged wings.

Carved by the immortal and son of the demigod Cenarius, Reromus, it once displayed its unrivaled but uncontrollable power in the Hyjal Mountains, and a druid disappeared as a result, and Elilindra still remembers the name of the druid, as he was also a student of Malfurion: Bloor Bearskin.

"Your Excellency, what happened to Mount Hyjal has proven that it should not be used lightly!" said Elirindra, two steps forward, staring at the statue intensely. "We can't control its power!"

"Yes. Vandal did not object, but nodded. "None of us can control its power. ”

"But-----" Vandal raised his voice, interrupting the whispers around him. "None of us can use it 'alone'! but we can connect all of us through Tedasil!"

The druids were silent, and Elilindra did not speak, she just looked at Vandal thoughtfully, and then retreated behind the group.

"Something isn't right. Illylendra looked left and right, and whispered to Lasorius beside her.

"Is Hamuel really in the Den of the Storm?" Lassolus whispered as he looked at Vandal, who continued to inspire him, instead of looking at Elilindra.

"I don't know, I was here yesterday. "Vandall's summoning was very urgent, and she was brought to the heart of Tedashir by Vandal himself, and she had not seen Hamuel much before that, and the minotaur had driven back to her own people.

"I'll keep an eye on Tydrashir!" Lasollius is more proficient in 'botany' than Elidra, and he has more say in whether Tydarsil is sick or not.

"You can only take one step at a time!"

The Great Druid Vandal has been behaving more and more strangely lately, this is the case after Malfurion's disappearance----- it is not that Vandal has done anything, it is a feeling caused by a sudden change in the sense of daily familiarity, Elilindra can't say this feeling, but she knows that the current Vandal is no longer the student that Malfurion admires the most.

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At the same time, Silisus, who was part of the vast Elven empire before the Cataclysm, was home to a small town----- Southwind City, now known as Southwind Village, a settlement with remnants of the ruins of the city.

It is said to be a settlement, but except for the elves and those dwarves who love to explore, few people will come to this barren land, except for the tall, mysterious black crystals carved with mysterious runes and endless insects, only the tyrannical spirits of the wind and earth elements remain.

So, of course, the arrival of a few humans will arouse the interest of the elves here.

"Adventurer?" the innkeeper raised an eyebrow, a mysterious but interested look. It's really rare for an elf to make such an expression.

"Let's see if there's any way to get rich. The man threw out a silver coin, and he and the people behind him were dressed in khaki yellow-----, boss looked at it carefully, and was sure that it was supposed to be black, but the environment outside had 'dyed' it again. "A few glasses of water and some elf bread. ”

"If you're looking for work, you should go to the Cenarion Fortress to the east. The innkeeper took the silver coin, and the depiction on it made him slightly stunned. "It's not a coin here. He frowned, looking at the human who had hidden his face in the shadows.

"It's silver. "Humans know that elves don't care much about things like coins, and that there isn't even any internal trade between elves and elves, and they are more accustomed to bartering unless they need to trade with other races.

"That's right!" the boss put away the silver coins and handed over the water and bread.

"You just said that Cenarion Fortress has a job for us?" the human asked as he handed food and water to his companion, turning to continue.

"There's a lot of recruitment, cleaning up the 'bandits' and the bugs that are everywhere. The innkeeper suddenly pulled out a yellowed page of paper from under the table, densely filled with lingua franca. "Since we connected with Theramore, more and more adventurers started coming here, so we did this. The boss pushed the paper forward. "You can take the task directly from me, and I will pay for the money, and you can also choose some 'antiques' or 'equipment', but I guess you're only interested in silver and gold!"

"Looks like you're not the boss here, or ----- aren't you?" the human lifted his cup, shielding his eyes.

"This inn -----," the proprietor looked left and right, and it was a large house built in some ruin, with elven-style planks in the ruins. "It's set up for the convenience of adventurers. "The adventurers have provided a lot of help to the elves in their 'work' here, after all, the elves themselves have limited manpower, and those adventurers are willing to take on many dangerous tasks for money, and it will not cost much to set up an inn for this purpose.

"Can I take this?" the human looked at the paper in front of him.

"Of course. The boss nodded. "I have a lot of them!"

"Thank you. "Humans carry paper in their arms. "I'll find a job that suits me. ”

"Think about it and do what you can. The boss pointed to the second floor. "There was room on top and it was free. ”

"That's pretty good. The human smiled and nodded, a bearded chin peeking out of the shadow of his hood, and he nodded to his companion behind him, and the group walked towards the second floor.

"Is there a problem?" asked the boss as an elf sitting a short distance away walked up to the counter, dressed in plain animal skins ----- common druids.

"It looks like an ordinary human adventurer. The boss looked up the stairs. "The leader is like a thief. ”

"Then you'll have to keep an eye on your purse. The elf druids smiled, and all druids were laughing at money problems.

"Without this, we wouldn't have found so many people to help. The elf flipped the silver coin and gave the druid a blank look.

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"These elves are 'smart'!" the human shook the paper he had taken from the elves. "They put the 'adventurers' to good use!"

"Did you just notice?" the human on the side pursed his lips, and when he removed his hood, he revealed a very ordinary face, looking to be about thirty years old, and the beard stubble on his chin made him look a few years older out of thin air. "Those elves are actually no different from us!"

"Two, where is the Cenarion Fortress-----" another human asked.

"Zero is in charge there, and we're only in charge of this place. "The human, known as Number Two, looked at the house that was much cleaner than expected. "This is our temporary base. ”

"What is the mission?" the Ministry of Intelligence has a rule that except for the person in charge, everyone will only be informed of the mission when they arrive at the mission location.

"I'm in a group with No. 30, No. 31, No. 7 and No. 19, and No. 20 to figure out the situation here as soon as possible. Number Two looked at the people in the room. "Our mission is the entire western region east of the 'Wall of Beetles' and based on Cenarion!

"Understood!"

"Good!" No. 2 nodded. "Be careful! There are a lot of adventurers here, we can use them to get acquainted with this place as soon as possible, and don't have too much contact with the druids!

"Yes!"

"Go back and rest!"

The people guarding the door opened the door left and right, looked at it, nodded to the room, and everyone rushed out, No. 2 closed the door, turned around and took out his task log, spread it on the table and began to write and draw. (To be continued.) )