Entrance to the Heart of Tedasil. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What did you say?!" Tyrande's tone was as cold as moonlight, and the silver glow in her eyes almost made the druid guards shiver.

"Great Druid Vandal is accomplishing something very important! He ordered that no one but the druids should enter the heart of Tedasir! The druid guard held back his emotions and repeated loudly.

"Where is this?"

"What?" The words of the High Priest put the druids on guard.

"I ask you, where is this?" The Tyrandian tone remained unchanged, still cold, and she reached out to block Hamuel, who wanted to move forward.

"This -----," the druid guard looked left and right. "Entrance to the Heart of Teldashir, High Priest!"

"This is Tedahir! Land of the Night Elves! The High Priest suddenly raised his voice, causing the two druids at the door to subconsciously straighten up. When did Vandal have the right to stop the Sisters of Lunne from entering any land belonging to the Night Elves? Guard?! ”

The two druid guards looked at each other, both seeing something in each other's eyes, and they were silent for a moment before exiting the entrance.

The High Priest didn't say anything more, and she led Benny and the others behind her directly into the cave.

"I'll give you an explanation afterwards." Hamuel's dark complexion didn't make out any expression, he just patted the shoulders of the two druids and sighed into the hole.

The empty cave passage was damp and dark, and countless roots, large and small, covered the cave walls, and the torches on both sides were extinguished. Tyrande summoned some moonlight that illuminated the gloomy cavern.

The attitude of the gatekeeper and the situation in the cave made Tyrande more convinced of something.

"Something is wrong here!" Hamuel, who followed, took two quick steps and grabbed a tendril. "There's something wrong with Teldashir, High Priest!" The old bull's head brought his roots close to his nose, and the huge bull's nose buzzed a few times. "I can't say it, but Tedahir shouldn't be like this!"

"Find Vandal and we'll know!" Tyrande struggled to suppress some of the emotions in his heart. "Lead the way, Hamuel, you know where he is!"

The old minotaur nodded, and bent forward.

Like other druid-built caves, it was a small labyrinth of forks, and it took Hamuel more than ten minutes to stand in front of a green circle of light.

The green energy filled with leaves and shoots proved to be the natural energy summoned by the druids, and the energy was like a green gate, blocking the way.

"It's an enchantment." The minotaur said without replying.

"Can you untie it?" The high priest stepped forward and took a closer look.

"It's an enchantment set up by Vandal himself, and it looks like the other two Great Druids are involved." The minotaur put his hand on the barrier and felt it. "It will take at least an hour to unravel!" This is the Heart of Tedahir, and in order to prevent the roots of the World Tree from being harmed, he cannot 'brutely' break this barrier.

"I'll do it." Tyrande nodded, motioning for Hamuel to step back.

The minotaur took two steps back, and a bright silver pillar of light appeared out of thin air, shining on the green gate, and the green energy fluctuated like mercury, and the place illuminated by the moonlight began to 'melt' like a candle on fire.

After only a few moments, the silver pillar of light vanished, revealing a gap that could be passed through, and the edge of the gap was still shining with silver light.

"We can only hold out for half an hour, and then we will be locked inside." Tyrande looked at Hamuel. "So you have to stay here and crack the enchantment."

The old man nodded, and Tyrande led the group through the green gate.

――――――――――――――――――――

"This is not a bandit at all!" Thirty fiddled with the dwarven corpse at his feet, and retrieved a letter-like object from the corpse's bosom.

"It's this again!" Number 30 handed the letter in his hand to Number 2, who was standing nearby.

"Mages, Warlocks, and Imprisoned Elemental -----" Second took the letter and looked left and right, it was a small camp, surrounded by several improvised tents that had been lit and were still emitting black smoke, with a cluster of fires in the center of the camp, and seven or eight corpses lying in the clearing, including minotaurs, humans, dwarves, and even a dwarf.

They were all dressed in the same costume, purple mixed with black hooded robes, and the clearing next to the corpses seemed to be swept by a strong wind.

Number Two took out another letter from his bosom, which was no different from the one handed to him by Number 30, except that the dense mysterious text on it was somewhat different, which was found on the body of a lone 'bandit'.

"It looks like some kind of password." Number Two knew the lingua franca, Quel'Salas, and had simply learned some orc language, but none of them were written on it.

"What those druids should know." Number 30 holds a yellowed piece of paper. "There's no upper limit on how they can buy this kind of letter ----- five silver coins a piece."

"It's -----," No. 2 groaned, touching his stubble chin. "This matter is handed over to Zero, and the focus of our mission is not here."

"Understood." Thirty nodded, turned around and continued searching the corpse, hoping to find something more on the corpse.

"Thirty-one!" Two walked over to his companion who was crouching beside the fire. "Is it done?"

"A minute." Thirty-one replied without raising his head, he was holding a large book-like thing to write and draw something.

Number Two walked over to the dark crystal that was set off by a stone base and looked at it, the mysterious rune, but it was certain that it was not from the 'legitimate' mage, the Ministry of Intelligence had training in this area, and Number Two recognized the arcane rune.

"That's it!" Thirty-one walked over, and the large book had been received somewhere.

"What's next?" Two looked at Thirty, who was searching for something with the yellowed piece of paper.

"About thirty thousand yards to the west, there is a small 'hive', and the mission needs to find out the depth of that 'hive'."

"Is the person who posted the task a fool? The task is to find out the size of the hive, and he also marked it as a small hive? Number Two frowned and took a sip, and just as he spoke, a mouthful of yellow sand blew into his mouth.

"Do you want to pick it up?" Thirty asked. "This is the last mission to the west, and the rest is not in our 'mission area'."

Two shook his head.

"You go back to Nanfeng Village to replenish supplies first, I need to contact Zero to find out what this thing is for." Number Two shook the letter in his hand and looked around again. "These so-called 'bandits' are not simple characters."

"Understood." Number 30 nodded, and was about to carry the yellowed paper back into his arms, when his face suddenly changed. "Someone's coming! More than 10 people! He tilted his head, his ears twitching. A thousand yards! ”

"Let's go!"

The air twisted, and the three disappeared in place.

A group of horses gradually emerged from the yellow sand in the distance, and in front of him was a large man, his burly figure was even wider than the horse on which he sitted, which made him look a little funny.

“shit！” The burly figure took off his cloak and spat the ground, green skin, fangs, and a metal ring hanging from his big nose, which was an orc. Wears brown leather armor that is different from other 'bandits'.

"Another camp! These idiots! "The orc jumped off his horse and looked at the corpses, his nose twitching twice, like a wolf looking for prey." It didn't take long to go! ”

"Your Excellency!" The fellow gnome beside him looked at the burning cloak, and the black crystal next to it. "The Elemental Imprisonment Crystal has already been used!"

"After using the Imprisonment Crystal, it was still served without any signal." The orc looked ugly and spat again. "You deserve it!"

"My lord, this is the fourth camp of the week, and Lord Demitien won't like this news." The gnome sat on his horse and looked around.

"I don't need you to remind me, little man, mind your own business!" The orc glanced at the dwarf menacingly, turned and mounted his horse, the not-so-tall desert horse that almost brought him to his knees.

"Look for any remaining 'crystals'!" The orc shouted behind him. The crowd jumped off their horses and began to search the camp.

An improvised camp was turned to the ground in a matter of minutes, and they even stripped the bodies of their 'companions'.

"My lord, there are quite a few." A human approached with a large cloth bag. "It looks like the attackers didn't take the crystals."

"They don't know what this thing is for." The orc pursed his lips and looked like he was smiling. "Bring crystals! Let's go back to Crystal Valley! ”

"There are still two camps that haven't been checked, my lord." The dwarf said what his subordinates were supposed to say, but the tone was not like that.

"Patrol, I've got the final say, little man." The orc didn't look at the dwarf, and pulled the reins and walked the way it came.

"Brainless pigs." The dwarf spat to himself and rode his horse to follow.

Behind a raised hill not far behind the tent, No. 2 stuck out his head to see that those people had gradually been submerged in the yellow sand, he touched his chest, and muttered to himself: "Demitian---- Crystal ---- Crystal Valley----- organized and purposeful, by no means bandits!" ”

"Do you want to keep up?" Thirty-one lifted the secondary invisibility from his cloak and lay down on the dirt slope.

Number Two looked at Number Three-One, who was proficient in tracking and mapping, and also had a good hand at dagger assassination.

"There's no need for it yet, let's wait until we get to the bottom of it, let's go."

The time limit of the mission is still very large, there is no need to take risks, every intelligence officer in the intelligence department is precious, and they are not so easy to train.

The crowd climbed down the dirt slope, one to the east and two to the west, and disappeared into the yellow sand. (To be continued.) )