The green gate that blocked them gradually closed behind them, and the old minotaur stood there, nodding solemnly at the high priest. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Can we trust him, Mistress?" said the captain of the sentry, as he walked over to the High Priest, in Elven language.

"Her Majesty doesn't show anything out of the ordinary, which means he can still be trusted. Tyrande looked around. "At least for now. ”

Benny didn't understand what they were saying, but he knew it was about Hamuel.

'Don't leave me five yards. ’

Benny said in his mind as he looked at Sylvanas behind him, who was looking at the environment.

'Got it. Sylvanas responded, quietly taking two steps towards Benny.

"Be careful!" Tyrande reminded back.

She silently prayed to her goddess in her heart, and the silver light illuminated the dark cavern.

It's a completely different realm from the outside, it's as wide as a city square, but there's no decoration here, only thick tree roots around it, except for the ground, they can't even see if there's a wall or anything like that, everything is covered by roots, it's like it's at the root of a huge and incomparable tree----- in fact, they are indeed at the root of the world's largest tree in Teldashir.

Without any druids, Tyrande frowned and kept scanning around.

"High Priest. Benny walked over. "It's like some kind of illusion. ”

"I'm not sure. Tyrande shook her head, praying in her heart that the goddess would help her see through the darkness, and the silver moonlight would come to the place without hindrance. As always, there is no difference.

Benny frowned, the light of the moon was to nightmares what the light was to the undead, but Tyrande didn't notice anything unusual.

'Kaisha, did you make a discovery?'

'Nothing was found, and there was no sign of life here except for you. ’

This is impossible, even if it is a corpse, there will be faint signs of life if it is not too long to die, something is definitely wrong here, even Kaisha's perception can be shielded, only this strange power from the ancient gods.

Benny looked at the High Priest and said, "I need to cast a probe spell that won't hurt the roots of Tedahir." ”

Tyrande nodded and took a step back.

Benny summoned a pure white staff, which was illuminated by the golden light at the top of the staff, and he took a deep breath and raised the staff to the ground with a slam on the ground.

A golden aura spread out, and Tyrande felt only a warmth sweep over his body, and nothing else.

The golden aura continued to expand, and not far in front of them, several looming shadows were illuminated by the golden light.

"There!" Benny pointed to the tall figure, looking at Tyrande.

A silver pillar of light fell from the sky, and the roof of the Buddha cave did not exist at all.

The pillar of light enveloped the figure, and Benny suddenly took two steps back, and he grabbed Sylvanas, the golden shield quickly forming on the two of them, and a red mist continued to emerge from the place where he had just stood.

"Attack!!"

There was no need for Benny's warning, because the whole cave began to emit red mist, and silver pillars of light enveloped everyone, Benny's eyes suddenly widened, watching the red mist pass through the silver moonlight and golden holy light without hindrance.

"Hold your breath!!!" Benny shouted warning, pulling Tyrande and Sylvanas beside him back sharply.

However----- Benny looked at the green gate behind him, and they had no way to retreat.

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Silisus, Cenarion Fortress.

Like Southwind Village, it was a town that existed long before the Cataclysm, and the Druids of the Cenarion Council took over the town that had been in ruins and turned it into a fortress.

It is Cenarion's largest guard post in Silitsus, a military stronghold of the Cenarion Council----- to deal with the insects in the area, and a 'bandit group' that is far more numerous than the druids.

"bandits. The dwarf, whose beard was covered with yellow sand, poured a large sip of ale wine with disdain. "Do you think those people look like bandits?"

"Of course not. Zero smiled and pushed his own ale to him as well. "Taste it, Camp Marshall brought. ”

The dwarf's eyes lit up, and he didn't care that the human had drunk it just now, so he took the cup and poured all the ale into his stomach in one gulp.

"Hiccup~" The dwarf patted his stomach with a look of enjoyment. "Authentic Ironforge Ale, it's not easy to get here. ”

"I'm from Stormwind. Zero smiled and pulled out a wine bag, looking at the dwarf's rolling throat, intentionally or not. "I want to see what there are to make a fortune here. ”

"Hah!" the dwarf chuckled. "I don't know how many adventurers like you are, but I haven't seen a few who have made a fortune. "The dwarf pouted, the human obsession with money is incomprehensible to other races, just as humans can't understand why dwarves like to 'dig holes' so much.

"Don't you know? Those druids bought this thing for five silver coins each. Zero pulled out a few sheets of paper filled with dense cryptic writing. "My companions and I just took out a few of the people they called 'bandits,' and they basically had all of them. ”

"Five silver coins won't make you rich!" the dwarf kept moving as he stared at the wine bag in Zero's hand.

"Of course not. The human laughed and poured the dwarf half a glass of wine. "But the secret above can. ”

The dwarf took another sip of his beer, then he looked left and right, climbed onto the table and whispered. "For the sake of the wine, to tell you a secret, these things are meaningless. The dwarf snorted at the paper in Zero's hand. "The druids had already deciphered those things, and they were words that didn't make sense at all, like, "The end is coming, and so on." ”

"What about this one. Zero pulled out an irregular black crystal from his bosom.

"It didn't work. The dwarf waved his hand.

"Don't you want to say more? You seem to know them well. Zero said with a smile as he filled the dwarf's glass. "I mean the 'bandits'. ”

The dwarf took a sip of ale and squinted his brown eyes at the human in front of him.

"What?" Zero looked at himself with a smile.

"Are you from Theramore's intelligence?" the dwarf asked suddenly.

"Am I like?"

A simple or even simple leather armor, inlaid with some rusty iron pieces, a beard stubble, coupled with the vicissitudes of life caused by perennial travel, is a very typical adventurer's temperament.

"Not really. The dwarf turned the cup upside down and drank the ale. "Those guys call themselves 'Twilight's Believers'. ”

"Twilight, what is that, a god?" asked Zero.

"A group of people who believe in some ancient evil god and are dedicated to destroying the world. The dwarf pursed his lips with disdain. "It's some crazy people, of all races, and their organization is called 'Twilight's Hammer', and they are the sworn enemies of those who have long ears. The dwarf looked left and right and lowered his voice. "You know, those long ears always think of themselves as 'saviors.' ”

"How do you know so much?" Zero grinned as he filled the dwarf's glass again, the dwarf's yellowed face turning red.

"Use this. The dwarf raised his glass. "I snuck into a twilight camp and stayed there for a few nights. ”

Zero held out a thumbs up and shook it.

"What the hell, I've done more 'spectacular' things than this!" "The dwarf who had another glass of beer in his stomach had his tongue a little bigger. He waved his right hand as if he were giving a speech.

"Can I know your name?" Zero filled the dwarf again.

"Brian, Brian Copperbeard!" the dwarf looked proud. "Great Copperbeard Dwarf, the Explorers Guild from Ironforge!"

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The sky burned like a flame that turned the whole world a dark red, and the dry earth was covered with cracks as if it had been roasted by the sky, and there was no living thing around.

An exhausted, blood-stained middle-aged man staggered out of the horizon, carrying a tattered weapon on his shoulder, which seemed to have been corroded by something, and the once shining blade had turned into a pile of tattered serrations.

Behind him, there was an endless stream of refugees, where all the races of the world were gathered together ----- escaped.

"Drink some water. "A female mage summoned some clear water with arcane magic and distributed them to each refugee one by one, and judging by her face, it was one of the few mental powers she had.

The refugees bent down and gratefully accepted the water.

"Enemy attack!!" shouted from the crowd.

The clear water handed out by the female mage fell to the ground, and she raised her head with a pale face, watching the dark red sky suddenly turn green, and then, the sky was torn apart.

Green fireballs descended from the sky and turned into tall hellfires, and they only waved their hands slightly, and the refugee team wailed.

Some warriors rushed out of the crowd, there were paladins, there were mages, and even the warlocks of those who enslaved their enemies.

They flock into groups, fighting more and more hellfires.

"Let's go!!" The female mage took out a strange staff, which was just a wooden stick, which grew larger and larger from the bottom to the top, and put an upside-down chicken leg, and several shadow-like crows flew around the staff from time to time.

"Hurry!!"

The female mage shouted to the refugees, and she used her staff to prop up a large blue wall of light, leaving only a path for the refugees to pass through.

"Hm~" The female mage's body suddenly stiffened, and a sword blade pierced her chest, and the wide blade almost almost tore her body in half!

"Brother, I'm here!" the female mage muttered to herself, looking at the sky, a hint of relief on her face.

"Elsa!!" Benny, who had witnessed everything, couldn't help but exclaim. (To be continued.) )