The Prophet stood solemnly in front of the fallen Moonlight Tree, carefully took out a pair of leather gloves and put them on his hands, stroked the wounds of the Moonlight Tree, and suddenly said in surprise: "It actually has elemental power. “

Looking at the fallen moonlight tree, Bai Ya could clearly see that the heart of the tree had been taken away by a hand, and the remaining trunk could see the traces of finger insertion.

I saw the Prophet twist out a little moonlight wood material that turned black with his fingers, and recited a spell in his mouth, and the black wood in the Prophet's hand suddenly turned into dust and floated towards the left front of the team.

"Keep up." The Prophet said silently, and everyone followed the Prophet in the direction of the black wood powder.

Hakuya could clearly hear the Prophet's depressed mood.

"He must have discovered something," Bai Ya thought to himself.

After walking in the direction of the black wood powder for about an hour, Hakuya thought that he would soon reach his destination, but when he passed a large tree, the Prophet led everyone to sit under the tree.

Bai Ya looked up at the big tree above his head, and on the green leaves the size of his palm, there were white tidbits several meters long hanging from them, and as far as the eye could see, they were beautiful, mysterious, and full of the vicissitudes and breath of history. On the thick trunk of the tree, there were other new plants growing from it, occasionally with bare bark, which looked like it was an arm's thick. Hakuya estimated that the diameter of the main trunk should be 10 meters, although it was not high, but the branches and foliage of the large tree were full of branches and leaves that surrounded the land for several kilometers.

Around the trunk of the tree was a totem pole that was one size smaller than what White Arrow had seen in the Bloodhoof Tribe, and it was glowing green.

"This is the Bloodroot Ancient Tree." Seeing that everyone was seated, the Prophet spoke.

"This is the Guardian Spirit Tree that the High Elves gave to the tribe as a gift to thank our Bloodhoof Tribe for fighting alongside them in the resistance to the invasion of the Burning Legion, which is almost 10,000 years old. You are the most gifted children in the tribe, and this time you went into the mountain to investigate the traces of demons, and to inject the sap of the ancient tree into each of your bodies, which is also one of the purposes of this entry into the mountain. Everyone listened curiously to the words of the Prophet.

Bai Ya was originally very curious about such a big tree, and hearing the prophet say this, he strengthened his exploration of Qingniu Mountain**.

"You have all heard that Qingniu Mountain is the ancestral mountain of the Bloodhoof Tribe, not only because he raised our Bloodhoof Minotaurs, but more importantly, there are also Bloodhoof Ancient Trees, Kodo Beast Tombs, and Rune Guardian Arrays in the mountains, which are the guarantee for the existence of our Bloodhoof tribe to occupy the best territory in the barren land for tens of thousands of years, resisting the Burning Legion, Centaurs, and Wild Boar People."

"We use the rune guardian array to resist the ferocity of the Burning Legion, the Kodo Beast to resist the horse fat man of the centaur, and the sap of the Bloody Root Ancient Tree to improve the qualifications of the tribal children, Qingniu Mountain is our foundation."

"This time, the chiefs and elders will guard the tribe, and I will lead the team to check on this matter, because I am afraid that there will really be a demon formed in Qingniu Mountain, which will affect Qingniu Mountain, and then affect the foundation of our tribe."

"It's been 10,000 years since the Burning Legion last invaded, and according to the latest news from the Horde from Ratchet City, the Burning Legion has begun a new invasion of the lands of the Eastern Kingdoms on the other side of the Maelstrom. We have to pay enough attention to the discovery of demon traces in Qingniu Mountain this time. The Prophet said in an extremely heavy tone.

Bai Ya didn't expect that the prophet of the Minotaur would know about the new invasion of the Burning Legion, according to the timeline he calculated, the orcs are currently pouring out of the dark gate of the Cursed Lands, and the second war of the orcs should have just begun.

Bai Ya originally thought that the news of the two continents of Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdom would be very closed, but he didn't expect the Minotaur tribe to know the affairs of the Eastern Kingdom very clearly, although it was not specifically about the orc invasion, but said that it was the Burning Legion.

"But the orc invasion is also a trick of the Burning Legion, and it is not wrong to say that it is the Burning Legion." Hakuya thought to himself.

"I actually discovered the power of the elements from the demonic aura that remained just now, I'm afraid this time the matter is not simple." I saw that the prophet said to the little minotaur beside him in great detail.

Bai Ya actually heard a feeling of explaining the aftermath from the mouth of the prophet, Bai Ya didn't know what the others heard, he looked up at the other two adult minotaurs who led the team, and saw that they were also frowning, and their faces were condensed.

Probably sensing that someone was watching him, the minotaur hunter with the pitch-black war bow on his back glanced back and saw that it was the white arrow, smiled slightly, and turned his head away.

Seeing the vigilance of the War Bow Minotaur Hunter, Hakuya could sense that he was not a simple Minotaur professional.

"Some of you have been through Qingniu Mountain before, and some of you are entering Qingniu Mountain for the first time, but I still want to tell you about the places you need to pay attention to in Qingniu Mountain......" The Prophet became more and more like explaining the aftermath.

With the words of the Prophet, the white arrow was distracted!

As the Prophet spoke, Hakuya thought of what was happening on the Eastern Kingdom continent on the other side.

"The Burning Legion takes control of the Orcs of Draenor, the Orcs invade Azeroth through the Dark Gate, the Lordaeron Alliance is formed, Lordaeron falls, Sir Lothar is killed, the Dark Gate is destroyed, Thrall regains the orc shamanic tradition, the Scourge of the Dead arrives, Mount Hyjal defeats Akmund, Sylvanas forms the Forsaken race, Arthas merges with Neozu, Day of the Dragon, Clan Glory ......"

The history of Azeroth that Hakuya had suspected before was different from what he remembered, and he had just been affirmed by the Prophet, and Hakuya was thinking about the era he was in, and his mind was full of the excitement that he would write according to history in the future, and Hakuya eagerly hoped that he would integrate into the rolling tide of history and write his own chapter.

Shiraya thinks about Thrall, the son of fate, Arthas, the prince of sorrow, and Gianna? Princess Prodmore's love triangle with Alsace and Thrall, thinking about Illidan? 10,000 years in prison for Fury.

White Arrow is full of yearning for the future, and with a wave of his fist, White Arrow does not plan to make a trip to the world of Azeroth for nothing, he wants to leave traces and write his own history.

"Come here" At this moment, Hakuya suddenly heard the shouts of the prophet.

All the young minotaurs gathered around, followed the Prophet to the totem pole under the tree, and knelt down.

I saw the Prophet bowing down reverently, and singing to the blood-rooted ancient tree of Ulaula.

"This is the language of the High Elves, the prophet bows down to the ancestor of our minotaur, and when he sees the white soul belt on the tree, a flop represents a great ancestor of the minotaur." Seeing that Hakuya was a little distracted, Kane? Bloody Hoof slapped the white arrow and whispered.

As the Prophet prayed, a pale green white dew leached out of the trunk of the tree and floated in front of the Prophet. The Prophet stretched out his hands and stood up, only to see the dew floating on the two fingers above the Prophet's palm, spinning silently.

Turning around, the Prophet sprinkled dew on a group of kneeling minotaurs.