Just as these new members of the Blood Cross Guild saw the temper of their sister-in-law, the next day, they were also considered the nature of these new partners of the Blood Cross Guild.

The next day, early in the morning, these people just went online and heard someone in Ts. Well, the voice of that person is very familiar.

It's a poor family who is ugly.

"No! Sister-in-law, you must tell us the story later!" The poor and ugly man jumped around there and shouted: "Méiyou tells the story halfway through the story, it's so terrible. " "Please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!?br  />

"Yes! Sister Fei'er, just finish the story!" Youqing Lily also begged Murphy pitifully.

Murphy shrugged and said, "But the story is very long! Why can I finish talking about it?"

"At least, when Nénggou talked about Crasus and Ronin meeting Shime, how could he be saved?" Surprisingly, Fucha Ruilin was speaking.

"Brother~~~" Murphy said helplessly: "Didn't you go back to the old house if you have something to do? Why are you so free?"

Early this morning, Fucha Ruilin and Kong Mingdeng left the villa where Zhuol Murphy and Rowe lived. It is said that he had to deal with some things himself.

But, should this old man go online so early?

Fucha Ruilin said lightly: "Then you need to check some news. This passage is enough for me to finish listening to your story."

The other little guys were overjoyed and shouted, "Yes, sister-in-law, just say it! Then I said yidiǎn, after that, we should do shime and shime!"

Murphy can say no to anyone, including Zhuoer, but only one person cannot, that is Fucha Ruilin.

So, although Murphy was very upset at this moment, he wanted to tell a story. He still said with his fate: "You want to hear it? It's okay, but the story really can only be told one paragraph. After this paragraph is finished, everyone should do shime and shime, okay?"

"No problem!" The little guys nodded violently, obviously. More than one person scratched his heart and lungs all night for Murphy's story. Now, Fucha Ruilin spoke, why don't they listen carefully?

Although his body was still weak and his whole body was in pain, Crasus barely stood up, but the shrub demons disappeared. They turned back to part of the forest, and when they received the task next time they needed to act, the shihou that needed to be taken will appear again. This method is really an excellent way to protect the forest. In front of them, the night elves were simply insignificant.

But what exactly do the forest rulers want two homeless people?

Luo Ning was still sleeping in a drowsy state. It seemed that she would have to sleep for a while. Seeing that Zhou Wéi was not in danger, Crassus left Luo Ning and went out alone to find out his way out.

Flowers were like fences, laying a thick layer on the grass. Crassus approached them and looked at the flowers carefully.

When he approached these flowers, only one foot apart, all the flowers were facing him and bloomed warmly.

As soon as they retreated and stood there, the flower returned to its original appearance. This was a simple and soft barrier. Now Ronin and Crassus are safe. They will not be attacked by outsiders, but they can't even cause trouble for the forest.

In this situation, Crasus even had the idea of ​​skipping flowers. He probably would encounter a protective mechanism again when he did this, and maybe he wouldn't be gentle.

There is only one last way left. To maintain your strength and restore your vitality. The best way is to sit on the ground, cross your legs, and then take a deep breath. Crassus has studied such a forest clearing ground before...

So he said to the air: "I want to talk to you."

His words floated in the wind and echoed in the forest over and over again. The birds stopped singing, and the grass stopped moving.

Another gust of wind blew.

There was an answer: "Where do we say shime?"

Crasus waited for a while. He heard the sound of cattle and sheep playing in the distance, as if the animals were also catching up with this critical moment. The noise of playfulness was getting closer and closer. He frowned and a shadow appeared in the woods.

"I know you," Crasus spoke first, "I know you."

But he couldn't remember the name anyway. He even wondered if Ziji had really seen the mysterious person in front of him.

"I have heard of your story." The tall mysterious figure's body is like an elf, but the lower body is like a stag. "But I want to know more."

The King of the Forest jumped over the barrier of flowers. The flowers were like hunting dogs, making way for the owner. Some flowers and plants even gently stroked his legs.

"I'm Senarius," he said to the little man in front of him, "this is my territory."

Cerarius...Cerarius...The name sounds very legendary. There is a vague impression in Crasus' memory, but I still can't remember it. Cerarius, a name that is often mentioned by night elves and forest residents. He is not a god, but he is almost a god. A half-god and half-man. In his territory, his power is comparable to that of the great dragon clan.

It's definitely more than that, but no matter how hard you try, it's all used by méiyou.

Senarius saw Crasus' anxious expression and his serious expression eased. He said, "Your body has not recovered yet, maybe you need to take a little more rest."

"No." Crasus barely made Ziji stand up, standing straight in front of the demigod and half-man, "No! Now it can be said."

"It's up to you." The demigod and half-man turned their heads and looked at Crasus in front of him. "You don't seem as simple as you look. I was inspired by the night elves, and I also learned more. You almost reminded me of it, but it doesn't look like it." He also mentioned Ronin: "He and the creatures inside and outside my territory are not yiyàng."

"We have come here from thousands of miles away. Now that we are lost, we don't know where we are."

Unexpectedly, Senarius laughed loudly. When he smiled, more flowers bloomed and birds sang on the branches again. A breeze blew across Crasus's face, like a close lover gently caressing him.

"You come from a distant place! My friend, where are you? Apart from Kalimdo, where are you?"

Kalimdo. At least it sounds like it is, it does. Which difāng would have so many night elves like Kalimdo? "But I doubt it."

"I sensed a turbulence in Shijiè." Senarius interrupted him, "The contradiction is brewing. I am also looking for its source and wèizhi, but the part I can't find is left to you two." He walked towards Crassus and looked at Ronin who was still sleeping. "Two passers-by who don't know where to come. Two lost souls. To me, you are simply two mysteries. I really hope you will appear."

"But... you saved us."

The King of Forest snorted: "The night elves' arrogance is getting more and more arrogant. They took away things that should not belong to them. They also trampled on things that Ziji didn't want. They were so arrogant that they thought that Shime things would be under their control. Although they had not violated my territory, I just wanted them to miss this path so as to teach them a lesson." He smiled sly: "But they have done me a favor and brought me all the people I want. It's really easy to get it."

Crasus turán felt his legs weak and he couldn't stand, but he held on and said, "It seems that they are coming too."

"Asalyn does have the ability of ziji. She bijing overlooks the entire well of eternity."

Crassus was like a thunderbolt. But this time it was not caused by physical weakness. The words Senarius said were real

Make him afraid of abnormalities.

"Ai...Asarin?"

"Yes. It's the capital of the night elves, right in the well of Eternity! Are you not even this?"

At this time, Crasus suddenly fell to the ground and accepted this reality painfully. Even if Senarius saw Ziji's fatigue, it didn't matter.

Azalene.

Well of Eternity.

Although Crasus's memory has become riddled with holes, the two epic and magical difāngs can never be forgotten.

Azalene and the Well of Eternity. The previous one was a magical kingdom ruled by the night elves. He was so stupid. Why didn’t the captive Shihou realize it at that time? It has been the focus of Shijiè for hundreds of years.

The Well of Eternity itself is a magical place. For centuries, its powerful and mysterious endless power has been talked about by wizards. It has always been the source of the magical power of the night elves.

But this is all the past, a long time ago. Now, both Azalene and the evil Well of Eternity no longer exist. They are all destroyed in a disaster that was a long time ago...

Crasus was full of thoughts again.

"You haven't recovered yet," said Senarius with concern. "I should give you a rest."

Crasus tried his best to recall the past and replied: "I will be fine... I will be fine after my friend wakes up. We... we will leave as soon as possible so as not to cause trouble for you."

Senarius frowned: "Young man, you misunderstood. You both are my guests. I also want to know your situation. Since I have left one, I will definitely leave another one." He turned around and walked towards the flower. "I think you need something to eat and you can deliver it soon. Let's take a break first."

He did not seek Crasus's opinion, and Crasus did not seem to argue with Shime. Because he, a king of forests like Cenarius, insisted on them staying, then he could only stay. As long as Cenarius wanted, they were his friends.

Crasus was not worried about this, but instead he was worried about Ziji's life.

Azalene and the Well of Eternity were both destroyed in a terrifying disaster. When the magician Crasus thought of this, another disaster was about to come.

"I tell you, dear counselor, I love surprises. But this time I have high demands."

Harves smiled and led the queen into the room. He was so kind to treat the queen and begged the queen to see his magic. He was zhidào, Azshara expected a miracle, and he would not disappoint her, even if he didn't think so.

Seeing them come in, all the soldiers kneel down. Although their expressions are similar to usual, like Harves. Everyone in the room is the truth of the matter, except Azshara.

She looked at the whirlpool and said in a disappointed tone: "It's not like shime."

"You should go to Gaoyidiǎn's difāng, it's the light of a thousand moons."

Azshara frowned. Harves asked her not to bring the servants together, but now she may regret it. However, Azshara bijing is the queen. Even if she is alone, it is necessary to show that she is in control of everything.

Azshara walked to pángbiān with graceful steps. She first watched the magic performed by the upper elves, and then stared at the dark vortex inside.

"It still looks like a change in méiyoushime. Dear Harves, I want more"

She took a breath, and although Harves couldn't see her expression, she understood it completely.

He has heard this voice. Everyone has heard the voice of God.

I am coming……

After the ceremony, Tyrande finally had some shijiān belonging to ziji. As the priest of the Moon Temple, she needed to concentrate. But she did not hope that it would be like this every moment. The merciful and fraternal love of the Moon Goddess was the primary reason why Tyrande entered the Moon Temple to serve. From then on, Tyrande also regained some inner peace.

But one thing bothered her for a long time. As time passed, the guānxiyijing between Malfurion, Illidan and her changed. They were no longer childhood playmates. The simplicity and happiness in childhood were no longer, and instead they were complicated guānxi in adults.

For Malfurion and Illidan, her gǎnjiào also changed. She must have changed. The competition between the two brothers has always been in a friendly atmosphere, but the competition becomes more and more obvious as the competition goes on. She doesn't like this. Until now, almost yijing has evolved into a fight between each other, and hǎoxiàng is for the sake of fighting.

Even if they don't fight for it is her.

She was so flattered, but she didn't want anyone to be hurt. But in the end, she always had to hurt one of them. Deep in her heart, she had been looking for a life partner. She must have chosen one of them, either Illidan or Malfurion.

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Murphy's story was told very quickly. However, the little guys soon discovered that it would be better not to listen to the follow-up! Because the follow-up is even more scammed, no, it should be said that it is more fascinating. A character began to appear and began to show the charm of ziji. But, wuwuwuwu, my sister-in-law will never continue talking!

For my sister-in-law, things can be exceptional occasionally. But they will never be repeated again and again!

Depressed, it seems that they really have to wait until the publication of "The Well of Eternity" before they can see the follow-up, but, wuwu, it is said that "The Well of Eternity" will be published at least two or three months away! How do they survive this passage?

The little guys were wailing here, but Murphy didn't care! Of course, Murphy wouldn't specifically explain to them that she deliberately stopped here and the most important thing was that her elder brother Yijing directly robbed all her manuscripts. Well, since Mr. Fucha Ruilin didn't say shime, she could naturally ignore the others.

Shime?Zhall and Rowe?

Khan, Zoer is only more familiar with the background story of the Warcraft Shijiè than Murphy, and Rowe... Didn't Yijing hand over the manuscript of "The Well of Eternity"? Wouldn't he go to Fucha Ruilin? Tell!
To be continued...