The whole picture suddenly shattered again, and they flashed by one by one, and Ossostraz struggled to grasp each one. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Stormwind, Ironforge, Darnassus. Mortal nations and towns flashed through those images, where battles took place like Thunder Bluffs, battles against themselves.

All of a sudden, the picture fades away, and the cacophony fades away. The whole field of vision was plunged into darkness.

"Mr. Osostraz. Benny held out his hand and shook it on the elf's face.

The slightly ugly elf opened his eyes, and a red glow flashed in his eyes.

"They're all controlled by nightmares?"

Benny nodded and sighed.

"As you can see. ”

"Where's the Green Dragon?" they are the stewards of dreams, why would they allow nightmares to spread enough to affect the physical world? "What's the matter with that gray baby dragon?"

"That's the corrupted green dragon, Mr. Osostraz. Benny looked at the elf's not-so-good face. "That's Lethorne, the young dragon of the Gatekeeper of the Dream Gate in the shade of the trees, which has been eroded by nightmares. ”

"I'm going to verify this for myself, mortal. The elf said with a solemn face. "If Lethorne is indeed corrupted by the Nightmare, I will report this to the Queen immediately!" The Red Dragons are the most mortal-minded race, which allows them to know things that other dragons don't, such as ----- mortals are not as important to the world as the dragons think.

"Time, Mr. Ossostraz. Benny nodded. "I need the exact time. ”

"It won't be more than ten days. The elf looked at the silent High Priest and the High Elves. "It's not close to Northrend. ”

"I will wait for your news in Ashenvale. Benny said.

The elf nodded, and walked into the distance, the red robe turned back into scales and wings, the wrinkled scales were 'blown', and the red dragon appeared.

"If the Nightmare is indeed strong enough to reach this point, Her Majesty will definitely be here for herself. The huge head reached out in front of it, tilting its head and looking at Benny with one eye. "We'll know you through the Queen's Scales. ”

"Have a nice trip, Mr. Osostraz. Benny bowed. "The High Priest and I are waiting for Her Majesty to arrive in the Valley of Ash. ”

The dragon instigator's massive wings soared into the air, and the high priest pressed his hand slightly in front of his forehead as the huge figure disappeared into the clouds.

"Why Ashenvale?" the High Priest asked suddenly.

"The problem of orcs has to be solved, doesn't it? Benny sighed. "I admire Lady Gianna's ideas and her efforts, but the orcs here are the Warsong Clan, and they are different from the orcs of Orgrimmar. ”

"I never told you that, and Gianna doesn't seem to have either. The high priest looked at the young priest. "Is it the Light that told you this?" So young, yet very knowledgeable, the identity of the 'porter' does not give knowledge, and she knows this very well, because she is a 'porter' herself.

"The orcs have wreaked havoc in my country, and my village has been destroyed by them. Benny looked at the High Priest with a calm face. "Although I didn't experience that battle firsthand, that didn't stop me from getting to know the orcs, Your Excellency the High Priest. ”

"How are you going to solve the problem of the orcs?" the high priest changed the subject.

"If negotiations fail, it can only be resolved by force, Your Excellency High Priest. Benny sighed.

"But you don't have an army!"

"I have, Your Excellency High Priest. Benny looked at the sky and activated the Vigilance Crystal in his palm.

Ever since Benny left Stormwind for another continent, the fog around the Prophet suddenly vanished, and the illusions in his mind flashed through meditation once again.

The Prophet resumed his frequent meditations, and the paladins of the Prophet's Hand were accustomed to this, and they continued their work in the Wild West as the Prophet had instructed------ distributing food to the refugees, treating them of sickness and wounds, and then, together with the human paladins, bringing them to. Divide the work and then distribute the work, although the jobs here are far from satisfying the large number of refugees, the human paladin named Redpass had to consult with the People's Army and start reclaiming the surrounding barren land, it doesn't really make much sense, these barren lands have lost the meaning of planting, but it is better than letting those refugees idle.

"Lord Knight, are you leaving?" said a farmer who was helping with the 'makeshift hospital', cautiously looking at the Draenei who was examining the body of a peasant woman on a hospital bed.

"My name is Milda, Mr. Human. The female draenei paladin turned and smiled kindly. "I'm not a knight, I'm a female Delaney. "The Paladin's lingua franca is well spoken, with hardly any weird accents.

"I'm not a gentleman. The farmer shook his hands in a panic, except for the knight master, he didn't know what to call these paladins, did he call her Miss Knight?

"What did you just ask me?" Milda no longer struggled with the question, almost every refugee here called her that, as did the other paladins, they corrected it, but it didn't work.

"Is the Prophet leaving?" said the farmer, looking cautiously at the door at the end of the hospital, for the benevolent old Draenei seemed to have been seldom going out lately.

"We're going to leave, Mr. Human, but not now. ”

"My name is Wright, Lord Knight. "He didn't want a paladin to call him Mr. all the time

"Well, Wright, we're not going to leave anytime soon, but when the Brotherhood of Defia disappears from the land completely, we'll be gone----- we have our own home. ”

"Of course. The farmer bowed his head. "It's just that you know, you bring hope to this land, and I ----- I mean that all people like me don't want you to leave. ”

"Without the Brotherhood of Defia, you will live well. Milda smiled. "Your king will rule this place very well. ”

The farmer pursed his lips, and did not say what was in his heart, he could not judge his king, even if the king had abandoned him.

"Sister, he's my father. "The paladin's armor was pulled.

"Fina, you're so rude!" the farmer's expression changed dramatically, and he looked at the hospital bed behind the paladin as if something terrible had happened.

"There's a new patient there, aren't you going to help?" Milda smiled and pointed to the door.

The farmer looked at the paladin, then at the door, and reluctantly walked away.

"My father was always like that. "There was a little girl lying on the hospital bed, she was very thin, she was out of shape, but the calves exposed outside the quilt were 'fat' and not normal, it was edema caused by long-term malnutrition.

"Didn't you secretly 'sign up' from your father?" Milda touched the little girl's forehead, which was still a little feverish, but it was much better than yesterday. "When he gets there, he'll change. ”

"Can I study with you after I go there?" said the little girl, with the same caution as her father.

"What to study?" asked Miranda with a smile.

"Be a paladin like you. The sister-in-law's dark eyes lit up for a moment, and then dimmed again. "Isn't that ridiculous?"

"Of course not. Miranda pressed her hands into the little girl's legs with a light and continued her treatment. "It's just hard to be a paladin. You've got to get better, right?"

"Hmm!" the little girl nodded vigorously as she felt the warmth wrap her legs.

"Ma'am. A human paladin suddenly stood behind Miranda, and he smiled kindly at the little girl.

"What's wrong?" Miranda looked back, the treatment in her hand not stopping. "Redpass?"

"It's a letter from the Prophet, from Stormwind. Redpass was holding a scroll, and he flipped it outwards slightly, and the blue lion mark on the scroll flashed.

"I can continue the treatment. Redpas glanced at the thin little girl, who was weakened by lack of nutrition, and needed to replenish her strength with holy light to help her body digest food as soon as possible, which was very common among refugees.

"Okay, remember to use the Holy Light to help her get rid of the swelling on her legs. Miranda smiled at the girl and withdrew her hands, she took the scroll from Redpass's hand, and walked towards the Prophet's room. (To be continued.) )