"Then you should study in advance!"

"I just don't like to study!"

The daily quarrel between the Great Druid and the Blood Elf Thieves made Lagash's head hurt, and seeing that his companion seemed to have no tendency to stop anytime soon, as the only normal person in the team, he could only be responsible for the rest of the negotiations.

Ragash did not like this disposition of the mustache, not at all, and he looked at it rather majestically.

Majesty? The mustache was born with a disposition that defied majesty, and he smiled indifferently.

"My companion may be able to help you in the rest of your journey, and I hope we can both work together." Lagash doesn't like moustache posturing, but he has his own bottom line and won't do anything to kill people and seize ships.

"Of course, it's my pleasure!" The mustache shook hands with him, and the two sides reached a cooperation agreement.

"Has anyone ever said that you are majestic? You're not going to be some outcast king, are you? The self-cooked mustache was close to Ragash, but was forced back by the fierce eyes of the other party.

After a while he came back again.

"Where are you from?"

"Where are you going?"

"Shut up!"

After ending his daily quarrel with the Blood Elf Thieves, the Grand Druid Blore. Bearskin then remembered to discuss the course with Flynn the Mustache.

He remembered some of his teacher Malfurion's stories about the Broken Isles, knew an approximate location, plus a few speculative clues that Mustache had gotten from Vanessa, and they were air-to-air, even guessing, plus Mustache Flynn's judgment of ocean currents and the Great Druid's ability to sense nature, and he really calculated the general direction.

A day later, the Black Pearl dropped anchor off the coast, and several people boarded a small boat onto the beaches of the Broken Isles.

"This is the Broken Isles? Keep it as a souvenir! The mustache grabbed a handful of sand from the sand and stuffed it into the bottle he was carrying.

Now that he has found the Broken Isles, he is ready to continue sailing to Kalimdo, there is no hurry to explore, he is ready to complete Vanessa's mission, he will come back to the expedition next time, anyway, the coordinates are in his mind, and he can't forget it.

"Goodbye! I'll pick you up when I get back! The mustache waved goodbye to the three of them, and he recorded the coordinates on the chart, and then gave the order to the sailors to set sail for the continent of Kalimdor.

The trio looked around on the beach, Lagash and the Blood Elven Thieves both looked at the Great Druid, what about your fellow Druids? Why didn't they come to meet us?

You ask me, who do I ask? Old people want to save face, especially this kind of old man who has lived for 10,000 years, Bloor. Bearskin pointed in a general direction: "It should be over there!" ”

It was extremely desolate, and there was not a single plant except sand and stones.

He vaguely sensed the power of nature, but the air around him was full of evil energy, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Don't absorb this energy!" Like beating his own child, he interrupted the Blood Elf Thieves' attempts to absorb the evil energy around him to dissolve the addiction in his body.

"You bastard!" The Blood Elf Thief was completely subconsciously absorbed, and now that she was suddenly slapped in the face, her eyes were red with anger.

Grand Druid Blore. Bearskin was about to teach her a lesson, when she suddenly noticed something unusual and quickly looked behind her.

"Who's there?!" Ragash and the Blood Elf Thieves also drew their weapons in the next moment, but it was too late, silver light flashed, and an extremely powerful teleportation technique appeared next to the three of them, and then at least more than thirty dark purple-skinned elves surrounded them.

The trio were shoulder-to-shoulder, in a triangular pattern, which was their usual formation for dealing with sieges.

"Old man, this shouldn't be your druid friend, right?" The Blood Elf Thief muttered quietly.

That's definitely not it, although their Night Elves also have purple skin, they are all lilac, not so dark.

The encirclement made way for a slender female elf in azure robes to step out.

She looked at all three of them, and then said in an elven language with a strange accent: "Archmage Elisander has foreseen your arrival, I am the chief arcanist Talissa, please come with me." ”

The Grand Druid and the Blood Elf Thief were also elves, and they could understand the language, only the human Ragash didn't, and he was a little annoyed, but when he looked up, he saw that the female elf named Talisa was staring at him without blinking.

"What the hell are you?" Bloor. Bearskin hesitated.

Talisa pointed at Lagash: "Archmage Elisandr can solve the dark magic on him, and in the future she foresees, you have only a small chance of coming to us, and I have to say that this is the wonderful situation that fate brings." ”

Seeing Bloor. Bearskin was about to speak, but her attitude suddenly became arrogant: "Boy, learn to respect, even your teacher is just a child in my opinion, keep up, the Great Magister will give you an answer." ”

She quickly drew a teleportation magic circle and stepped inside, not worrying at all about the three of them escaping.

"Hehe, boy, you've become a kid too, hehe......" The Blood Elf Thief was very happy to see the Great Druid deflated.

Bloor. Bearskin snorted heavily, rarely without rebuttal, he was indeed a child ten thousand years ago, his teachers, including Illidan and Tyrande, were all young people at that time, and this female elf named Talisa may be older than them, which is nothing new in the race of Night Elves.

He was still a little hesitant, but Ragash had already walked over, this human warrior was fearless, what if the enemy had an ambush? As long as he has a sword in his hand, he can fight his way out, and he also wants to solve the dark magic on his body and recall his past.

Nodding to his companion, he stepped inside, followed by the Grand Druid and the Blood Elf Thieves.

The three of them walked into the teleportation circle one by one, and then many elves also rushed in.

No one knew that the desolate beach beneath their feet was the burial place of Ragash in a possible future, not Flynn the Mustache, not Talisa, not Lagash himself, maybe Elisander, maybe not......

......

I can't figure out where the brave and warlike Wawang has gone, and Vanessa's side is marching towards Blackstone Mountain.

Due to the loss of Lakeside Town, the Blackstone Orcs firmly occupied the exit to Blackstone Mountain, Vanessa could only lead her army to join Gianna, who wore a hood and veil, and the intelligence leader who was willing to help, set off by boat from the port of Stormwind, spared a circle, and landed in the scorching canyon north of Blackstone Mountain.

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