Diego watched wordlessly as the two old guys sneered at each other, and it took him a while before he opened his mouth to bring the topic back.

"Now that they've been sealed, how did the Nagas receive the oracle of Enzos?"

"More than a thousand years have passed, and with the explosion of the Well of Eternity, the seal that imprisoned the ancient evil gods has already begun to loosen, and although they cannot get out of the trap yet, they can already use the power of the dark void to secretly distort and corrupt the intelligent creatures they have chosen, and let them serve themselves. Among these evil and ancient gods, the cunning Enzos is the most adept at demagoguery, causing people to unwittingly corrupt and degenerate into his own minions, and it is said that he used his plot to corrupt Deathwing, the once wise guardian of the earth, the Black Dragon King, and rescued the upper elves when they were in danger, but twisted them all into the all-hating Naga Siren......"

Mahalba counted the "glorious" deeds of Enzos one by one, and with each count, Masrae and Waynes' hearts were cold, and by the time he finished counting, their hearts were already cold. Now there is a burning legion outside, and there are ancient gods inside, one is more fierce than the other, one is more terrifying than the other, how do you look at it pessimistic, how do you look at it how desperate, and let people not live? Why don't you just find a rope and hang yourself? Isn't it better?

Looking at the two people with ashen faces, Diego suddenly felt that Azeroth was really a world full of calamities, and for the star soul who was about to awaken, was this the darkness before dawn?

"Okay, guys, the situation is not so bad, for these eternal existences, a hundred years are fleeting, but for us, there is still plenty of time, and the problems will be solved one by one." He comforted awkwardly.

"Yes, could it be worse than the last time the Dark Door was opened?" Big. Law. Shi also opened his mouth to persuade. He had just wanted to talk to Waynes about the ancient secrets, but he didn't intend to make the commander pessimistic to the point of despair, which would be a complete disaster for the entire Overwatch Fort.

"In fact, it could have been worse, because just a few days ago, Ysera, the Queen of the Green Dragon, warned all the druids in the Emerald Dream that some disturbing changes were taking place in the Emerald Dream and that certain corruption was spreading in the dream, and now it seems that it was clearly Enzos who planned all this behind the scenes." Masrae suddenly remembered something and said in horror.

Several people were silent, none of them knew as much about the Emerald Dream as the druids, and they had no say at all.

"I should write immediately and inform the Cenarion Council of this." The Night Elf stood up with some eagerness and tried to walk out the door, but Diego grabbed his arm.

"Hey, man, calm down," Diego slammed him back into his chair, "I don't know about Emerald Dreams, but I'm sure there's someone who knows it better than you do." ”

"Who?"

"Malfurion's Fury! This great druid has lived for 10,000 years, and he knows more about the Emerald Dream, about the Elder Gods, and even about the whole world than all of us. It seems to us that a lot of distant history is even something that he has personally experienced, and you have to believe in his ability, and he will solve this problem. Diego said softly, but there was a calming power in his words. The Night Elf's impatient mood slowly regained its composure.

"I think you're right!" He nodded.

"You have to believe that we are never alone!" Diego encouraged. Not only to Masrae, but also to Waynes, to Mahalba, and even to himself.

These are the words from the bottom of his heart.

In this stormy and eventful autumn, the ancient gods are eyeing each other, and the Burning Legion grinds its teeth and sucks its claws, but the world of Azeroth that is about to awaken has never sat still, and countless heroes have emerged like a blowout, Malfurion, Tyrande, Thrall, Gianna, Ronin, Lothar, Tulayan, Khadgar, Tirio, Varian, Boval, ......, these glorious names shine like stars in the sky, they have the courage to sacrifice, and compose a heroic epic, Continuing the life and death of Azeroth.

Even with the advantage of foresight, Diego did not feel that he must have done better than them, and all he could do now was to do his best to warn all races and organizations as early as possible, so as to reduce the disaster that those terrible enemies brought to Azeroth.

"You're right, whether it's the druids of the Cenarion Council, the paladins of the Silver Dawn, or the shamans of the Ring of Earth, these pan-Azeroths have always been on a mission to save Azeroth from foreign invasions. If we call for help, they will certainly not ignore it and stand idly by. Waynes agreed. He turned his head and looked at Mahalba to the side, "What about the mages?" Did Dalaran just do it and do nothing? ”

"Of course not, in fact, I sent a magical message to Dalaran before I came to you, but His Excellency Ronin is leading Dalaran's reconstruction, and I'm not sure how many people he can send."

"If the front here collapses, what will happen to Dalaran even if it is rebuilt? Will it be destroyed by the Burning Legion again?" Waynes habitually mocked.

"No, New Dalaran will be built into a floating city, a solid air fortress, and can be jumped to various places at any time, providing sufficient strategic support for the battlefield in need of support as quickly as possible." Speaking of this, Mahalba simply stopped hiding and said frankly, "Its reconstruction may last a few years, but we must be prepared to fight a protracted war!" ”

"Wow, that's great news, if nothing else, it's up to Naxxramas, the Scourge Legion's air fortress, at least in the war with the Lich King." Masrae couldn't help but whistle and said in high spirits. After a night of horror stories, I finally heard good news.

"Anyway, it's not that far water can't quench your thirst?" Waynes grumbled, but in a much lower voice.

"Alright, guys, don't go that far, let's talk about what we're going to do on our own side, shall we?" Diego interjected, pulling the attention of the two people back, which can be regarded as an indirect round.

"Our immediate priority now is to get to grips with the Dark Gate so that we can buy enough time for Stormwind and our allies to respond." Waynes sorted out his thoughts and said, "Don't get along. Law. When Shi was fighting, his brain was still very reliable.

"I'll ...... tomorrow," he glanced out the window and saw that the eastern sky had begun to whiten, "Well, today, I'll send a company to the Dark Gate to reconnoitre. ”

"If something does happen over there, a company will definitely not have enough manpower, and I will lead the Storm Whip to this mission." Diego said.

"Count me in!" Mahalba rubbed the corners of his forehead and said fiercely, "How can it be so simple to make me so painful, they must know that they have offended a careful-eyed big. Law. What will happen to the division! ”

"How do I listen, you're talking about me?" Waynes squinted at him.

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