As far as the situation in front of him is concerned, Yang Long is in a very dangerous situation, as long as he takes a slight wrong step, he will fall off the cliff, rather than being led by the nose by Wordsworth-Fergus, it is better to open the skylight and speak brightly.

And the bad old man was not a little surprised, it seemed that Yang Long's reaction was as he expected, and after nodding his mouth, he said with a mysterious face: "Mr. Grofe, do you think that the number of pseudo-super-level professionals is really too much?"

"Go on. Yang Long's heart moved, but he said very indifferently on the surface.

Wordsworth-Fergus didn't get angry with his attitude, and he didn't sell anything more, and directly said the answer: "That's because Akmund and the World Tree blew themselves up in the Battle of Hyjal Holy Mountain many years ago." ”

"If we think of the world we live in as a fertile field, the World Tree is the ancient tree planted in the field, and the Night Elves are the parasitic insects on the ancient tree, directly or indirectly relying on stealing nutrients to survive. ”

The bad old man looked at Alexia narrowly, and he didn't care about the emotions of this native Night Elf at all: "Otherwise, where would there be the immortal lifespan of the Night Elf, and the majestic and incomparable energy of the World Tree?"

"Shut up, you're talking nonsense!" Alexia blushed and glared angrily at the bad old man, "The World Tree grows on the waters of the Well of Eternity, and the Well of Eternity was created by the great moon god Elune!"

"Luna Elune, great?" said Wordsworth-Fergus's eyes with a hint of disdain, and a smile with infinite meaning.

Such a blasphemous performance. Alexia was even more furious, and she took a step forward and wanted to make a move, but suddenly heard Yang Long snort dissatisfiedly, and her anger immediately turned into panic and uneasiness.

After an expressionless wave of his hand to interrupt the female elf's begging for mercy, and forced it back with a cold look, Yang Long stared at Wordsworth-Fergus and said in a somewhat boring tone, "What does this have to do with pseudo-super-level professionals?"

"The energy of this world does not come out of thin air, and pseudo-super-level professionals are not created out of thin air, all of our creatures are only consuming the energy of this world, and the amount of energy means the number of powerful creatures. ”

What Wordsworth-Fergus said from his mouth. It sounded a little ordinary to Yang Long. But it completely subverted the cognition of the rest of the people:

"It is precisely for this reason that many powerful creatures that existed in ancient and ancient times have now all chosen to sleep, or are controlled by unknown forces of one kind or another. This has left a lot of myths and legends. Just like the guy south of Kalimdo."

From his previous life to his present life, Yang Long has heard countless secrets that ordinary people can't know. He had no interest in the so-called Tianda Secret, so when he heard the previous sentence, Yang Long was still a little unimpressed in his heart. But after hearing the latter sentence, he was suddenly shocked.

The myth of the world of Azeroth, Yang Long has heard calluses in his ears on different occasions, and the most interesting thing for him is the story of the so-called Titans who created the world and suppressed many evil gods on the planet.

These myths are not traceless, the ancient martial arts excavated from many ruins, as well as many old classics of the previous generations, can restore the battle of the ancient gods millions of years ago, so as to confirm the authenticity of this myth and legend.

But after hearing what Wordsworth-Fergus said, Yang Long became suspicious for no reason.

After all, as far as Yang Long's own experience is concerned, it is already an adventure that no one can understand, if what the bad old man in front of him said is true, then the many meanings contained in it are definitely a reality that he cannot avoid.

Wordsworth Fergus, no matter how much he can live, will never be more than five hundred years old, while Alexia has lived for more than a thousand years, and Angel Wallace, whom he recognized a few years ago, or the current Moon God Messenger "Pain", has even lived for more than 100,000 years.

"If this guy is telling the truth," many thoughts flashed through his mind, and Yang Long's back was instantly wet with cold sweat.

The other women looked like idiots, watching Wordsworth-Fergus continue to gush, saying the location of the five sleeping "ancient gods", and pulling out a lot of words that Yang Long was a little incomprehensible.

Taking a few deep breaths to suppress the horror in his heart, Yang Long barely kept his composure and asked, "What do you mean by these messy things? Where did you know about these things? What does this have to do with me?"

In the face of Yang Long's successive questions, Wordsworth-Fergus did not feel a trace of crampedness, but he did not want to answer, but changed the topic: "Mr. Grofe, you are going to the Eastern Plague Land now, right?"

Yang Long was silent.

"Ahh Wordsworth-Fergus laughed exaggeratedly and added to himself, "The reason is that you've already got there." ”

The green tendons on Yang Long's forehead twitched.

"This is, of course, a letter I sent to her privately in the name of the Hunter Organization. The bad old man laughed again, and his tone was full of pride: "I didn't expect that it was just such a letter, and that little girl set off with all her belongings, tsk"

A suffocating killing intent emanated from Yang Long's body, causing several women to take a few steps back.

However, Wordsworth-Fergus, who bore the brunt of the attack, continued to laugh and say: "Mr. Grofe, you have only one way to go now, and that is to set off for Northrend, and I have arranged everything, and someone will come to meet you." ”

"Actually, the first time I saw you, I knew that you were the person I had been waiting for, and it was really hard to hide it until now. ”

This kind of words that can be given to a young boy in love to express love, coming out of the mouth of Wordsworth-Fergus, only gives people an eerie feeling: "If the rest of the work has to be done by me, I really want to follow you to witness"

"Oh, what are you going to do?" Yang Long said suddenly, without a trace of anger in his tone.

This performance surprised Wordsworth-Fergus, who was stunned for a moment before resuming his laughter: "You don't think that the guards who protect Prince Anduin are just these pieces of garbage that have been killed, do you?"

"I have to add you, right?" Xue Ni, who was silent on the side, couldn't help but sarcastically say at this time.

Looking at Xue Ni, who was no more than the eleventh order, Wordsworth-Fergus's face was not indifferent, but a kind of surprise appeared, as if he woke up from his sleep and found himself in a dream.

And Yang Long saw that this old man who had been pretending to be crazy and stupid had obvious killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Keep saying what you want to say!" Yang Long took a step to block the disciple behind him, and waved his hand indifferently.

A cold light flickered in Wattsworth-Fergus's eyes, and after waiting for almost five minutes, he finally suppressed the thought in his heart, and continued with some distraction: "Except for more than a hundred people, Dan and I are responsible for the safety of Anduin. ”

"Dan?" Yang Long raised an eyebrow.

"Dan, the second leader of the Hunters, the shadow thief who has no trace. Wordsworth-Fergus took several deep breaths, finally came to his senses, and said with a solemn face: "In less than two hours, he will be here." ”

This news made Yang Long's heart sink again, and he finally said with difficulty: "Okay, just do as you say!"

Wordsworth-Fergus had a relieved expression on his face, quickly handing over a large pile of things to Yang Long in his hand, and watching a few people leave quickly, waiting like a dead tree.

An hour and a half later.

"Third Chief, you have killed Prince Antonin, and you are going to die. ”

A majestic and cold voice suddenly sounded without warning, there was no emotion in the tone, and the words seemed a little strange and mechanical, but the air within a radius of a hundred meters seemed to condense into a ball.

"Oh no! you're slandering me!"

Wordsworth-Fergus screamed, his body swelled rapidly in a cloud of smoke, and in just over ten seconds, he turned into a dreaddemon with two horns on the top of his head, two huge meat wings, and a pair of goat's feet, reaching a height of forty or fifty meters, and pressed towards the ground with a wave of his hand.

Boom, boom, boom

Listening to the roaring sound coming from more than ten kilometers away, Yang Long's originally gloomy face showed a faint sneer, and he thought silently in his heart: "I was going to go to Northrend, which saved a lot of trouble, do you really think that you will eat me? ”

(To be continued......)