From the bottom of his heart, Mimiron was actually very fond of all the techniques of the Deleni, after all, this is a civilization that can set foot in the universe and accumulate valuable knowledge for countless years.

But you can't be fat if you're in a hurry, there is still a priority in things, and Mimiron finally knows how to write the word emotional intelligence.

For now, let's start from the perspective that both sides are concerned about, and as for the rest...... It's a long time coming.

It's been more than twenty-five thousand years since the Deleni fled Argus, and Viren doesn't know what has become of his home planet.

Regardless, Argus has always been the home of all Derianes, and in his lifetime, Viren will want to return to Argus to see those familiar scenes.

In terms of restoring the various technologies for making spaceships, the Deleni and the High Elves have already begun to cooperate deeply, and the addition of Mimiron, a great inventor, can effectively improve efficiency, and of course Velen would not have a reason to refuse.

"No problem...... Roam. ”

"I see, Prophet."

Technician Archbishop Rommel, who had learned the news in advance, was on his side at this time.

Upon entering the Quel'Thalas's embassy in Nueva Shattrath, he immediately waved to a group of file administrators who had been waiting for him for a long time, and placed a large number of relevant documents on a temporary desk specially prepared for Mimiron.

Seeing that Mimiron quickly entered the state and began to look through the literature, Sarjan and Veron did not want to disturb the communication between the technicians, and quietly withdrew after leaving Roamel to accompany them.

"Lately, I've been having the same weird dream."

After Sarian and Wei Lun sat down in the living room of the embassy one after another, Yin Ruier also happened to change into a set of energetic suits that were convenient for movement.

Hearing the beginning of Wei Lun's words, Yin Ruier rolled her eyes angrily.

"Yes, yes~ It's that old-fashioned so-called prophetic dream, right? I'm almost ready to memorize it. ”

Yin Ruier deliberately straightened his face and said in a deep voice: "In the dream, a red-skinned Ereda covered in evil energy blisters complained more than once about 'me' ruthlessness and betrayal, he lay dying in my arms, and 'I' looked at him with tears in his eyes. ”

Yin Ruier's voice returned to its normal state of crispness, she pursed her lips and said to Wei Lun, "Teacher, are you sure this is really a prophetic dream?" How do I feel like I think about it day and dream at night? ”

Wei Lun's words were stuck in his throat before he could speak, and everything was said by Yin Ruier, he could only smile helplessly: "Child, I know very well the difference between ordinary dreams and prophetic dreams, and I am also called a prophet." ”

Yin Ruier waved his hand impatiently: "Yes~ prophet, so what does this dream portend?" Every time you interpret a dream, you can't say anything. ”

Veren smiled silently, but Sarean saw a deep sadness in his eyes.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Under the reminder of the barrage, Sarjan temporarily ignored the daily bickering of the master and apprentice, and his eyes fluctuated slightly.

'The dying red-skinned Ereda lies in the arms of Velon, whose face is full of sorrow......

[Isn't this Rakish?] Velon's something, can this be predicted? 】

[Nonsense, do you think the title of prophet was self-appointed by him?] 】

[There is only the wrong name, not the wrong title.] 】

Rakish, a word meaning butcher in the Eredan language, is clearly not appropriate as a name.

Indeed, "Rakish" was not the Eredan's real name, but the name Kilgardan had given him out of a twisted taste.

Rakish is Wei Lun's long-lost son.

Even Veren himself did not know this, he thought that his wife and son had died in Argus tens of thousands of years ago.

Strictly speaking, this prophetic dream is not new, as Velun had foreseen it when Rakish was born.

This is the end that Rakish should have been heading towards.

[No, in the original history, Rakish came to hunt down Naruvolos, a direct descendant of the Mother of Light, but Volos is still in Shattrath of Draenor in this timeline.] 】

[There's nothing wrong with it, the future that the foresight can see is just a small piece of broken picture on countless timelines.] 】

[Maybe in a certain timeline, what Wei Lun foresaw will inevitably happen, but it will not necessarily affect the main timeline where Salian is located.] 】

[That's weird, since Veren knew what that prophetic dream represented, why didn't he explain it to Yin Ruier directly, but instead took it to Sarren and repeated it? 】

After reading the analysis of the barrage, Sarian raised his eyebrows slightly, and said directly to the point: "Prophet, if you have anything to say, you should have known the origin of this dream for a long time, right?" ”

Wei Lun stopped arguing with Yin Ruier and smiled noncommittally.

"Sarren, do you think this dream will finally come true?"

Sallian shook his head: "I don't know, I can't foresee the future, but I know that the future is constantly changing, and the illusions you see may not be real." ”

"I know."

Velen leaned back on the back of the sofa with a tired face, his eyes looking at the ceiling with some empty eyes.

"I'm already old, and when I'm old, I will start to miss the past, miss the things that have long been lost, and even have some extravagant hopes that shouldn't be had."

"Perhaps, it's time for me to officially step down, hand over the future of the Deleni people to Yin Ruier, and do some private things that have nothing to do with the general trend of the race, and settle some of the past grievances."

Sarjan's eyes looked at Veron, who seemed to have made up some kind of determination: "Prophet, do you want to take the initiative to die?" ”

"No, it's not."

Seeing the sudden change in Yin Ruier's face, Wei Lun smiled and waved his hand at her.

"Indeed, I have lived long enough, and if my fateful moment has really come, I will not run away from it, but will bravely embrace my fate."

"But that's not at least now, not in his hands."

Veron said meaningfully: "Before counterattacking Argus, we must first solve some problems left over from history, weaken the strength of the Burning Legion as much as possible, and reduce our own losses, right?" ”

Sarjan probably understood what Velen meant, and he nodded solemnly: "That's right, but...... Feeling a little risky? Will he really be so easy to take the bait? ”

"Yes."

Veron's gaze became a little sharper: "I know him very well, and he will never let go of this great opportunity to settle old feuds." ”

"Likewise, I won't."

……

The riddle dialogue between Sarian and Velen not only made Yin Ruier confused, but some of the sand withered netizens with relatively smooth cerebral cortex were also full of question marks.

[Riddler, get out of Azeroth!] What the hell does this mean? 】

[Wouldn't it?] No way? I don't understand this either? It's been said very clearly, I can only say that I understand everything, and I can't say much if I don't understand. 】

[Brother I understand, let's go aside, let's have a big explanation. 】

[In fact, it is not difficult to understand that Velons want to use himself as bait to lure Kil'Gardan to Azeroth to settle it once and for all, and end the tens of thousands of years of grievances and entanglements with him. 】

At the same time, Salian also explained to Yin Ruier, who volunteered to stay behind after Wei Lun left.

After listening to Sarren's explanation, Yin Ruier suddenly showed a look of surprise.

"Kil Gardan...... I've also heard of years of grudges between fraudsters and prophets who love and kill each other. ”

"So, the red-skinned Ereda in the prophet's mouth is ......"

"Nope." Salian shook his head: "That's not Kil'Gardan, fraudsters aren't so easy to predict. ”

"If I'm not bad, that man...... It should have been the prophet's relatives who should have died long ago. ”

"What?!"

Yin Ruier stood up from the sofa in surprise: "Didn't the prophet's relatives ...... a long time ago"

In order to gather as many people as possible to escape from the clutches of the Burning Legion, Velon, who forgot to sleep and eat, did not even remember to take care of his wife and son.

By the time he came to his senses and tried to save them, it was already too late, and Kil'Gardan had already taken them under control.

All the Derians who fled from Argus, including Veron himself, thought his wife and children would die.

They guessed half right.

It is true that Velon's wife is dead, but his young son is tormented by a vengeful and angry Kil'Gardan until he has a nervous breakdown and is transformed into what Deleni calls Manari, the demon of Ereda.

Salian shook his head and interrupted Yin Ruier's words: "I don't know the specific situation, through the prophet's prophetic dream, it is speculated that he and his demon son will meet again one day sooner or later, and ...... It was clearly not a harmonious scene. ”