A mortal who has a connection to the dragons, or is it his sister, Alexstaza, the life-bound oath, who personally gives a blessing?

Why is that?

Although Ysera the Sleeper has been sleeping in the Emerald Dream for a long time, this does not mean that she has lost her perception of the outside world. Unlike the sleep in mortal cognition, her state is equivalent to integrating her soul and spirit into the Emerald Dream, which itself is connected to all living beings in Azeroth, and she can expand her understanding and influence on the nature of Azeroth.

And as far as she knew, at least for now, as the guardian dragon of Azeroth, the dragons rarely communicated with mortals, let alone the dragon kings, who almost never took the initiative to meddle in mortal affairs, let alone seek help from mortals because of their troubles.

After all, if even the guardian dragon can't solve the problem, how can mortals have the power to surpass the dragon?

The guardian dragons of this period were in full swing, and compared to the entire Night Elf Empire ruled by Rao is Azhara, it was also far from it.

But now that the facts are in front of her, Ysera doesn't want to believe it, the reality is like this. Alexstasa, the queen of the red dragon, blessed a strange mortal with gray hair and white skin and a mysterious identity.

Is something wrong?

Looking at the pale green sky, Isera's eyes shone like stars with faint ripples. She lowered her head and looked at Cenarius as gently as she could, "I will go to the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep as soon as possible and seek answers from the Life Bound Ones myself." As for the mortal mage, I ask you to pay more attention. ”

"Of course, that's what I'm responsible for. Cenarius nodded without the slightest hesitation, nature and life are indistinguishable from each other, and it is related to the Dragon King, so the matter is very high, of course he will not refuse.

What's more, he really cares, cares about the gray-haired elf. Unlike the appearance of other Night Elves, there are terrible traces of arcane erosion, and the power of destruction that still makes nature's inspiration fearful under the cover of this vast arcane energy.

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Lanlos didn't know that Cenarius had sold himself out by this time.

The moment you step into the portal, a dream-like unreality envelops your body. When I opened my eyes, it was as if everything was covered by a light green mist. The dense woodlands stretching to the end of the world even illuminate the sky in verdant green.

This place, couldn't stay longer.

Watching a glimmer of sprout-like light creep up into his palm, Lan Luoston was startled and quickly slapped his whole body, as if he was afraid of being impregnated by this color full of life and natural breath.

"Take it easy, Lanloth, it's the Emerald Dream that is curious and welcoming to you. Not far away, a rapidly condensing green mist made a peaceful sound, and when Lanlos turned his head to look, the fog quickly turned into Malfurion's appearance.

Unlike him and Cenarius, Malfurion had relied on the connection of dreams to set foot on this plane, and compared to the anomaly of Lanlos, he seemed to be significantly more harmonious and calm, as if he was at one with the landscape.

Then again, in order to be more in harmony with nature, it seems that the druids do sleep in the Emerald Dream for a long time. Isn't that wife and child lonely? No wonder this plane is this color, it is really meaningful, it can be called a must.

Looking at the green Malfurion, Lanlos finally resisted the idea of complaining, and his eyes glanced for a while, but he did not find any trace of Cenarius: "What about the king of the forest?

"Hah, of course not. Hearing this, Malfurion couldn't help but laugh, "The teacher was born in this world, and where he wants to go is only a matter of thought. However, even he is not the master of this place, and perhaps he is just trying to prevent the ruler of this place from becoming hostile to your appearance, so he will communicate first. ”

The ruler here should be the Green Dragon Dragon King, Ysera the Sleeper, right?

Somehow, hearing that Cenarius might go to Isera, Lanros felt the inexplicable uneasiness and nervousness of Fang Cai again. It's like I'm missing something very important.

But when I think about it, at the beginning of Grimbaatar, whether it was Alexstasa or Ysera, when they saw themselves, they didn't seem to show the mood of reuniting with old acquaintances. Could it be that I didn't leave a deep impression enough? No way, but no one who knows someone in my Lan can forget it.

Forget it, no matter, it's here anyway, find Metri's whereabouts as soon as possible, and leave this world of green light as soon as possible.

Almost as soon as he shifted his gaze, Malfurion had already opened his eyes: "The name Metri, the spirit of nature has found it for you." ”

"So fast, it's too much!"

Lanlos was so startled that he almost jumped.

"You're in luck. Although the exclamation of the other party was vulgar, Malfurion's admiration of nature's requirements for propriety and honesty was not high, on the contrary, such a blunt shock made him proud of the power of nature, "The recent traces of this name are gathered in the southern part of the Varsara Forest, near Nazaras in Assuna......"

"Well, but in recent times, the name has appeared in the mountains north of Nazaras. ”

"What do you mean?" finally calmed Fang Cai's surprise, and when he heard Malfurion say this, Lan Luoston frowned, "He ran to the mountains to do ......"

In the middle of his words, Lanlos suddenly remembered the city in the other party's mouth.

Nazaras, a bustling capital city that grew from an academy for the study of arcane knowledge. Of course, what really cared for Lanlos was that he had ...... No, it should be said that it is the future, the future he visited the ruins of the city.

Trapped aboard the Nagfar, Prince Farodis, the ghost who can throw several meteorites at his fingertips. After sending His Royal Highness the Prince home, he also went to the mountains north of the ruins, to the hometown of Stella Gossa, the Blue Wing Perch.

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

"Just a few small traces. Malfurion shook his head, decisively ruling out the distraction, "In my opinion, as long as you travel quickly enough to get to Nazaras in time, with the reputation of Archmage Metri, you should be able to find his whereabouts soon." ”

Lanros opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something, but suddenly felt his body become more and more erratic.

"You've stayed long enough in Emerald Dreams. Seeing that the world began to take the initiative to send Lanlos back, Malfurion also put away his fusion with the dream, and his green body turned into a cloud and dispersed, "Let's go, we should go back." ”

As his whole body fluttered so lightly that he almost flew up, Lanlos glanced at the sky gloomily.

So, what am I doing here?

Shouldn't I leave a 'visit' mark?

With a complaining emotion, Lanlos flickered his gaze, and his feet quickly stepped on again.

"Malfurion, Lanros, why are you back so soon?" The gray-haired elf, who was thinking about not vomiting, heard Tyrande's exclamation as soon as he opened his eyes, and he almost subconsciously tightened his brow.

Is her hasty entry and exit also an abnormal situation in the eyes of the priestess?

Sensing that his expression was different, Malfurion, who was getting up from the ground, dusted off the dust and said seemingly casually: "The Emerald Dream is a harmonious and peaceful world, and Lanlos's body and emotions fluctuate too much, and it is helpless to cause the rejection of the dream. ”

"I see. Tyrande sighed regretfully, "But don't be discouraged Ranros, even if Iridan and I, who have been listening to the teachings of the King of the Forest for so many years, we can't blend into the dream like Malfurion." ”

"I'm not 'in' incapable of fitting in, Tyrande. Before Lanlos could say anything about the priestess's concern, Illidan on the side took over almost as soon as she finished speaking, "I just think that the power of nature is too leisurely and slow to ascend. ”

"Brother, although you have made rapid progress in the realm of arcane, you must pay attention to everything step by step, and you must not be too ambitious. ”

Malfurion's words were educational at all times, but they didn't sound like a good thing to hear from Lanlos. Especially when Illidan, who heard this, subconsciously turned his gaze to this side.

"Don't look at me like that, it's just an accident......" Sensing that several people were almost sticking labels such as greed, indulgence, and self-inflicted misery on their faces, Lanlos hurriedly spoke. But he didn't have time to explain more, because with a gust of wind, a tall and familiar figure walked out of the portal next to him.

"That's right, folks, this friend has good qualities that all of you can learn from. Before he could fully walk out of the portal, Cenarius' heroic and peaceful voice rang out, "It's not that everyone can move freely under the impact of such chaotic arcane energy, not to mention that he is still in a state of continuous overdraft of his magic power. ”

Although it was appreciation, Lanlos did not have much joy on his face. He looked at this half-human and half-god, and there was a faint flash of solemnity in his eyes.

The rush of coming and going in the Emerald Dream made him feel more and more that something was wrong, especially under Tyrande's unintentional reminder. Although he couldn't grasp Senarius's thoughts, when he brought this role, he immediately discovered that the other party would definitely inform Ysera of his existence and anomaly.

Since this was his purpose, perhaps, the act of allowing himself to enter the Emerald Dream was only to put the truth in front of the sleeper straightforwardly.

What will be the consequences for himself? Lanlos was unclear for the time being, and the guardian dragons were more difficult to figure out than Cenarius. But the king of the forest was very unhappy that he was doing such a thing behind his back.