Somewhat confusedly, she used the druid spell to leave Moonglade, walked out of the spell passage, and Vanessa returned to Westfall.

She didn't think that Fandral Staghelmet would lie to her. There were quite a few archdruids in the night elves, and there should be a basis for these words.

Do you want to find a wilderness demigod yourself?

After thinking about it, she probably couldn't get past this step.

Can you catch the Fire Demon King, and then transform him into a demigod of the wilderness?

She smiled self-deprecatingly, probably nothing...

In the original time and space, Deer Helmet took refuge in the Lord of Fire Demon, which should be a helpless choice. If this road can be passed, the night elf, who is as proud as Deer Helmet, would not be a dog for the Lord of Fire Demon.

Staghelmet will not become a dog, and neither will Vanessa, she is more proud in her bones.

"The little demigod of the wilderness wants to stump me? A joke!" She used her brain to think about it. It has something to do with flames. It has strong energy and is close to nature. The ranks of...

She soon had some clues. After all, there are still many creatures that control flames. There is no need to hang on the body of the Fire Demon King. I can't find the deer helmet. Looking at his one-acre three-point land, he was so proud that he looked down on the rest of the land.

In fact, if you want to find it, you can still find it.

In addition to the task of purifying Lordaeron, she added a task of creating a demigod of the flame wilderness in her mind, especially in the aspect of 'manufacturing', and weighed it over and over again.

But before she could plan carefully, Fandral Buckhelm invited her to Moonglade again.

Too lazy to talk to him! The old boy dares to see my jokes! go to hell!

Vanessa declined the invitation, still using a druid-esque excuse, I'm sleeping, don't bother!

But the next moment the signal came even stronger. The message sent through the Emerald Dream was very vague, far less direct and simple than magic communication. However, the night elves did not use magic communication when they were killed, so they liked to rely on this hazy way to call people.

Information is a night elf's exclusive vocabulary, translated into the common language of mankind is the battle of quicksand!

Of course Vanessa knew about the War of Quicksand, she knew about it in her past and present lives, she felt a little uneasy, now she is going to fight the Battle of Ahn'Qiraj? It seemed to be a little later than she expected.

If possible, she would of course want to hide away, there are so many fierce people, no matter how hard she counts, it's not her turn.

But she still wanted to go and see how they defeated the Old God.

According to her current understanding, defeating the Old God is simply an impossible task. The power level gap is too large. The existence form of the Old God has completely surpassed the limit of human understanding. Titans cannot destroy the Old God. Humans plus orcs are useless.

Even if the ancient **** is only one percent of the body, or one thousandth escapes from the prison, it will not be an enemy that humans and orcs can defeat.

The Alliance and the Horde came together, and everyone joined hands and shouted a few slogans: "We are united", "We have firm beliefs", "We are fearless"? Shouting slogans can defeat the ancient gods? Just kidding!

This was a mystery to Vanessa, and she was very curious.

Moreover, she still needs to prepare for the Northern Expedition to Northrend. Northrend also has an ancient god, and perhaps the experience this time can also be used.

Persist for another two years, as long as the Lich King and the Old Gods are killed and the Northern Expedition is completely completed, the development of Lordaeron will enter the fast lane after that. Sylvanas and the Forsaken in the original time and space are after the Northern Expedition to Northrend As they become more and more powerful, many things in the later stage will not involve Lordaeron, and they can develop slowly behind closed doors.

After dealing with the matters at hand, Vanessa estimated that she would stay outside for a few days, and explained some affairs to her subordinates. Seeing that there was no problem, she cast a spell and came to Moonlight Glade.

As soon as he entered the door, his eyes were attracted by a tall and graceful figure.

This is a female night elf who can attract everyone's attention. She is tall and tall, with long sky blue hair that glistens brilliantly. Her silver robe hangs down to her feet. The simple belt is the only decoration on her body. Her clothing is very simple. , but this still does not detract from the beauty of this beauty.

At first glance, one would feel that this female night elf seemed to be the only protagonist in the world. She just stood there casually, and the surrounding energy would automatically gather around her.

This is a radiant, yet very peaceful, quiet woman.

She may not be too strong, but behind her stands a god, a true **** of Azeroth.

Vanessa recognized her identity even though she had never met her.

Instead of looking at the face of the monk and the face of the Buddha, she used a rather serious night elf etiquette: "Praise Elune, you must be the High Priest of Tyrande, it is my honor to meet you."

Tyrande can fascinate the two heroes, Malfurion and Illidan, appearance is only second, and the most important thing is temperament. Vanessa has never seen an intelligent life with temperament comparable to her. The charm is so strong, it seems that just a few words with her can make you excited all day.

To describe it in one word, it is like a spring breeze.

"Elune is with you, Your Highness, I need your help." Tyrande's voice was also very crisp, neither low nor high, like the moonlight flowing through her heart, quiet, peaceful, without any impurities.

If it was a man, he would probably agree to it, but Vanessa is also a woman, so her resistance is undoubtedly much higher.

She had already guessed in her heart, and she looked at Fandral Staghelmet out of the corner of her eye. The druid leader didn't say a word, as if he didn't see her, but his expression was extremely serious, as if he was a specially suppressed volcano.

Huh? ! Turning her eyes around ~lightnovelpub.net~ Vanessa saw a dwarf at Tyrande's feet.

Never seen it before! It's really amazing!

The dwarf rolled his eyes and looked at her with his beard up and down.

"Did you just notice me? Little girl! There is really something wrong with your eyes!" The dwarf felt that he was being ignored, and he looked angry.

Vanessa looked up to the sky and yelled: "Uncle Brian, I really didn't notice you just now, you look like... where did you go to take risks?"

At this time, the old dwarf was in a bit of a panic. Although the wound had been healed, his clothes were ragged, there were still some blood stains on his cuffs and shoes, and a large part of his once beautiful beard was cut off.

The old dwarf didn't speak, he sat on the ground rather depressed, and Tyrande asked, "My sister, do you know about the War of Quicksand?"

Vanessa glanced at Fandral Staghelmet. The druids basically knew that Lao Fan's son died in the Quicksand War.

She nodded, indicating that she knew.