With some confusion, he used the druid spell to leave the moonlight woodland and walked out of the spell passage, Vanessa returned to the western wilderness.

She didn't think that Van Dal's deer helmet would lie to her. There were many large druids in the night elves, and these words should be based on facts.

Do you want to find a demigod in the wilderness?

She thought about it and found that this step was probably impossible to get around.

Can you capture the King of Fire Demon and then change it to turn this guy into a wilderness demigod?

She smiled self-deprecatingly, probably no chance

The original time and space deer Helmet defected to the King of Flame Demon, which should have no choice. If this path can be done, the night elf as proud as Deer Helmet would not be a dog for the King of Flame Demon.

Deer Helmet won’t be a dog, nor can she, Vanessa, she is even 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 was related to flames, with strong energy and close to nature. It's best that her brain is not so easy to use. She can fool her into joining the ranks of demigods.

She soon had a look of her eyebrows. After all, there were still many creatures that controlled the flames. There was no need to hang them on the King of Flame Demons. The deer helmet could not be found. That was because he did not leave the Kalimdor continent and stared at his own acre of three-point land every day. He was so proud that he looked down on the rest of the place.

Actually, I can still find it if I want to find it.

In addition to the task of purifying Lordaeron, she added a task to create a demigod of the Fire Wilderness in her heart, especially in the "making" and repeatedly measured it.

But before she could plan carefully, Vandal Lujiu invited her to the Moonlight Woodland again.

I'm too lazy to pay attention to him! The old guy dares to laugh at me! Go and die!

Vanessa rejected the invitation and used a druid-style excuse. I'm sleeping, don't disturb it!

But the next moment the signal came even more intense. The message transmitted through the Emerald Dream is very vague, far less direct and simple than magic communication. But the night elves don’t need magic communication to kill them, so they like to rely on this hazy way to call people.

Information is a special word for a night elves, and translated into a common term for humans is the Battle of Quicksand!

Of course Vanessa knew about the Battle of Quicksand, and she knew about it in her past and present lives. She was a little uneasy. Now she was going to fight the Battle of Amqira? It seemed that it was a little later than she expected.

If possible, of course she wanted to hide far away. There were so many fierce people, it was not her turn to count.

But she still wanted to go over and see how they defeated the ancient god.

According to her current understanding, beating the ancient god is simply an impossible task. The power level gap is too large. The existence form of the ancient god has completely exceeded the limit of human understanding. Titans cannot destroy the ancient god. In theory, there is no chance for humans and orcs.

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

The alliance and the tribe came together, and everyone held hands and shouted a few slogans: "We united and we have extremely firm beliefs and we are fearless"? Can you defeat the ancient gods by shouting slogans? Just kidding!

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

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

If you persist for another two years, as long as you kill the Lich King and the Ancient God and complete the Northern Expedition, Lordaeron's development will enter the fast lane. The Sylvanas and the Forgotten One of the original space-time will become stronger and stronger after the Northern Expedition of Northrend. Many things in the later stage will not involve Lordaeron. They can slowly develop behind closed doors.

After getting the matter at hand done, Vanessa probably had to stay outside for a few days and explained some matters to her subordinates. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, she cast a spell to the Moonlight Woodland.

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

This is a female night elf who can attract all her eyes. She is tall and has long sky blue hair flashing with brilliant light. Her silver robe is hanging down to her feet. Her rustic belt is the only decoration on her body. Her clothes are very simple, but this still does not damage the beauty's peerless charm.

At first glance, you will feel that this female night elf seems to be the only protagonist in the world. She just stands there casually, and the energy around her will automatically gather around her.

This is a dazzling, yet very peaceful and quiet woman.

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

Even though she had never met her, Vanessa recognized her identity.

Without looking at the monk's face, she used a serious night elf etiquette: "Praise Eluen, you must be the High Priest Tyrande, and it is my honor to see you."

Tyrande was fascinated by the two heroes, Malfurion and Illidan. His appearance was second and most importantly, his temperament. Vanessa had never seen a wise life that could compare to her. Her charm was so strong that she could be excited all day long when she said a few words to her.

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

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

If a man was screaming, he would agree, but Vanessa was also a woman, so her resistance would undoubtedly be much higher.

There was a long time speculation in her heart. She looked at Vandal Deer Helmet from the bottom of her eyes. The druid leader did not say a word, as if he had not seen her, but his expression was extremely grim, as if he was a specially suppressed volcano.

Huh?! His eyes turned around, and then Vanessa saw a dwarf at Tyrande's feet.

I haven't seen it at all before! It's really amazing!

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

"Have you noticed me? Little girl! There is really something wrong with your eyes!" The dwarf felt that he was ignored, looking angry.

Vanessa raised her head and beat her up: "Uncle Brian, I didn't notice you just now. Where did you take the risk like this?"

The old dwarf was a little embarrassed at this time. Although the wound had been healed, he was ragged, with some blood on his cuffs and shoes. His beard, which once looked quite beautiful, was broken.

The old dwarf didn't say anything. He sat on the ground quite depressedly. Tyrande asked, "My sister, do you know the Battle of Quicksand?"

Vanessa glanced at Vandal and Deer Helmet. Old Fan's son died in the Battle of Quicksand. Druids basically knew about this.

She nodded and said she knew.
Chapter completed!