When I woke up again, my consciousness was back in my body. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on a large bed in an inn room, the surrounding decorations were so figurative that I felt like I wanted to cry inexplicably, the pendulum on the wall was ticking, and my vision gradually changed from blurry to clear, and finally I could see the time on the clock.

That's when I understood what it meant to be "overly injured...... The whole person is like being run over by a wheel, and it is difficult to move a finger.

With something like a sheath around my neck, I blinked vigorously and turned my head again to finally see the person lying on the edge of the bed.

It was Tyridas, the Shadow Priest.

"Terry...... Das. "I called him in a voice like a mosquito call, it was really hard for Tyridas, he was sleeping on his stomach and was relatively light to hear.

He blinked his sleepy eyes: "Nitya, you finally woke up, did you feel anything uncomfortable?" ”

I wanted to shake my head, but I couldn't shake my neck, so I moved my lips again and said, "Well, I have so much pain in my body." ”

Teridad smiled palely and said, "What are you doing climbing the cliffs?" ”

"Excerpt...... Fruit picking. I suddenly remembered Althea and the cubs, and asked, "Uvena and the cubs......"

"They're all good, you don't have to worry, now you just need to rest well and recuperate...... "Tyridas tucked the quilt and said.

"And what about my trial?" At this time, I remembered that I hadn't learned to be a bear yet.

"Tomorrow your teacher and Althea will come, you first recuperate from your injuries, and then you can continue to make up for classes." Tyridas was as gentle as ever.

"Okay," I obediently closed my eyes.

The next day, the Grand Druid Van Linkoff. Furious Paws had come to visit me, the poor apprentice, with a basket of fruit in his hand.

I looked at the teacher's slightly embarrassed smile, and was surrounded by him, Althea, Tyridas, and Lily, like a moon of stars, shushing and asking for warmth, enjoying the VIP treatment.

But I couldn't help it, I couldn't move it, and I had multiple fractures all over my body, especially my thigh, which was swollen to twice as thick as it used to be, plus a concussion.

Speaking of concussions, I remembered the white deer I met in the white mist, so I told me about it in front of my teacher.

Grand Druid Van Linkov. The expression of the angry claw became more and more unpredictable as I described it.

"Teacher, what the hell is that white mist?" I really want my teachers to be able to solve my doubts.

However......

Van Linkoff. Angry Paw coughed and said, "According to your description of the white deer, I think it looks very similar...... Wayward: Malorn. ”

Malorne?

Kalimdor's most powerful demigod and father of Cenarius, King of the Forest......

When I heard the teacher say this, I suddenly realized.

Isn't the white deer exactly the same as Malorn, the king of the white deer? Why didn't I think of it at the time?

But wasn't Malorn, the great ancient god of nature's sanctuary, broken his neck by Akmund in the Battle of the Ancients?

Don't......?

Van Linkoff. Angry Paw looked at my thoughtful face and hesitated for a long time before he said his thoughts: "But the soul of the Waykeeper is sleeping in the Emerald Dream Realm, how can you see him?" ”

Emerald Dream?

I was really dumbfounded.

Because I have the impression that the Emerald Dream is a patch of green, chaotically like a science fiction movie, of course, this is how I used to feel in the game.

Why did that white mist become a jade dream?

I immediately dismissed my teacher's suspicions, and carefully described the silver door I saw, bypassing the part of the black flame, of course.

Van Linkoff. Angry Paw said with certainty: "The only place that the consciousness can enter is the Emerald Dream Realm, and according to your description, you probably entered the Emerald Dream Realm by accident and ran into the Waykeeper. Malorne's soul. ”

The demigod body can be destroyed, but the soul is indestructible.

The Grand Druid paused and said, "Of course...... It is also not excluded...... You're hallucinating, and you're entering the possibility of an ordinary dream. ”

I quickly explained, "It can't be a hallucination!" I even touched the horns of the white deer! ”

But the people around me obviously had a skeptical expression, so my eyes that were still bright just now went down and complained: "You guys...... You think I'm dreaming......"

Tyridas hurriedly came out of the round: "We don't disbelieve you......"

When the great druid saw me crying and mourning, he immediately changed his expression and said, "The trial still has to be retaken, but you can't take the exam now, wait until you heal from your injuries, let's talk about it." ”

Hearing the words "let's talk about it" made me even more uncomfortable, not to mention how sad it was, "let's talk about it" is generally a delaying tactic, and eighty percent of myself still has to learn to become a bear.

Althea seemed to read what was going on in my heart, patted her on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'll be able to teach you." ”

I sighed, and suddenly I felt a little nostalgic for my life in Silvermoon City.

At least, there was no need to tutor, no need to take make-up exams, no need to think about how to pass the trial, no need to take care of the bear cubs, and understand the habits of the bears...... You don't have to think about how you can go back to the real world......

Speaking of which, Silvermoon City was too leisurely, and when I thought of the hatred between the High Elves and the Night Elves, I suddenly felt that the comfort of that time was a bit false, but I couldn't tell what was wrong.

I nervously touched my left hand, but luckily, the summoning ring that Severn had given me was still there......

Ever since I was injured, Teridas, who had been planning to get a view of Mount Hyjal, has not been able to go anywhere.

He relieves my boredom every day, occasionally telling me about his travels and the history of Azeroth.

Although I like the stories and knowledge that Tyridas told me, but I have a poor memory, if the story Tyridas told is not finished on the first day, by the second day, I often have forgotten what I said the day before, and over time, Tyridas will find this shortcoming of mine and become a little unhappy.

"Why do you forget what you just told you yesterday?" Teridad put down the book in his hand.

I lowered my head and apologized a little sadly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. ”

Tyridas sighed and turned to leave.

This scene suddenly coincided with Han Jifeng's back in the real world.

I know he's disappointed in me, always.

I've never been a girlfriend to brag about, on the contrary, I've always caused him a lot of trouble.

What he told me, I often couldn't do well.

"It sucks." I tilted my head and looked at my half-crippled body.

To be honest, I was disappointed in myself.