"What, do you need help?"
Looking at Diego with a sluggish face, the Night Elf spoke from the side.
"Oh, Captain Stoffey has sent a transcript of the Naga's interrogations, look at it," Diego came to his senses and pushed the parchment roll over.
The oracle recorded above is obscure, and Masrae may not be able to understand it even if he reads it.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, the Night Elf threw the parchment roll over.
Thanks to the blessing of a long life, most of the Night Elves are versatile and knowledgeable, but the things mentioned in this oracle are not explained by profound knowledge, many of them are secrets of ancient times, and they are not known.
With the exception of people like Diego who have experienced it firsthand in the Future, few people can understand everything it says.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Masrae asked confidently.
Diego blinked, and it dawned on him that the person in front of him seemed to be able to help.
"Battle of Quicksand, have you heard of it?"
"Of course!
I've heard it countless times!
The Night Elf said with their heads held high.
That is the glory of their clan, and in the epic of the Night Elves, that history is clearly recorded.
A thousand years ago, the ancient evil god Cthun, sealed beneath the earth by the Titans of Creation, corrupted the Chira Worms who inhabited the region of Silisus and ordered them to attack the Night Elves.
The Zermen and Xenomorphs flooded and flooded the Night Elf legions, driving them out of the area.
Vandal, the commander of the Night Elves?
Son of the Deerhelm - Wastein?
The deer helmets all died in that terrible battle.
At this critical juncture, the Night Elves turn to the Dragons for help in accordance with an ancient covenant.
Soon, the four-colored dragon answered their call, and an army of bronze, blue, red, and green dragons joined the battle.
After a great sacrifice – the Green Dragon Princess Mylensera, the Red Dragon Prince Kerestraz, and the Blue Dragon Prince Arregos – all these twisted and depraved insects were imprisoned in the ancient city, isolated from the rest of the world, after a sturdy magical barrier, the Wall of Beetles, appeared outside the ruins of the royal capital of the Zermen.
"This is what the first sentence of this oracle says, as the same god of the ancients, Cthun seems to have a good relationship with Enzos, whom the Nagas believe, and he should now find a way to break through the wall of beetles and prepare to go to war again!"
Diego nodded his parchment roll and said.
Masrae's brow furrowed, and he picked up the parchment again, studying the sentence upside down, his burning gaze almost burning a hole in the paper.
It was a long time before he dropped the parchment, and he could not discern any more information from that sentence alone.
"What do the next few sentences say?"
"Well, you promise me first, don't shout later!"
Diego said solemnly.
"I promise you, say it!"
Masrae waved his hand disappreciatively.
To be honest, his mind was all on the Wall of Beetles, and he didn't take Diego's words seriously.
"Well, wait a minute, you have to control yourself," Diego admonished again, but seeing Masrae's absent-minded appearance, he didn't take it to heart at all, and he continued helplessly, "The oracle says that the Trolls of Zandalar are going to re-summon the blood god Haka, the Burning Legion is going to invade again, and Deathwing is going to return again!"
” "What?
What!
The Night Elf's expression changed from surprise, to consternation, to horror, until finally Huo Ran stood up, he stared into Diego's eyes, and shouted, "Say it again!
” "I won't say it again, I bet you heard what I said and understood what they meant."
Diego stared at him without flinching.
Something annoying Diego had happened, and although it was still early in the morning, there were still twenty or so people eating breakfast in the lobby on the first floor of the inn, mostly merchants.
Captivated by Masrae's roar, they all turned their heads and looked this way.
"Do you know what you're talking about?
You must be crazy!
Shocked by Diego's reproachful gaze, the Night Elf lowered his voice, but could not hide the trepidation in his words.
"I'm not crazy, and these words are not from me, they are from this piece of paper, the oracle of the Nagas!"
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The Night Elf slowly sat back in his seat, looking a little godless, like a frightened child.
In fact, his age is really less than eighteen years old when converted to human beings.
"Are these messages reliable?
Are these Nagas lying?
” "Probably not, not anyone can withstand the torture of the dwarves, and they are questioned separately, and their confessions have been carefully compared with each other."
"Will all the things the oracle say happen?"
Masrae glanced with some trepidation at the parchment on which the oracle was recorded, as if it were spewing venom.
"Not necessarily, some things can happen, but some things can be stopped, just like the Nagas, who were summoned by the oracle to remove Erzumat, were still driven back to the bottomless abyss."
Diego guessed.
In fact, this sentence is actually more to comfort Masrae, like the things mentioned in this oracle, in addition to summoning the blood god Haka, there may be some measures to be taken, but what can they do about things like the return of Deathwing and the opening of the dark gate by the Burning Legion?
Do you want to run to Deep Rock and Draenor to stop them?
How to get there?
That's on the other two planes entirely!
The light of hope bloomed again in Masrae's eyes.
Young people are like that, it's easy to get depressed, but it's also easy to pick yourself up again.
"What can we do?"
He looked at Diego and asked eagerly.
"It would be nice if this matter could get the attention of Grand Druid Malfurion, he had better send some people to the Tanaris Desert to investigate, I feel that if there is any change in the Qila worms, there should be some clues there, and the bronze dragon in the Cave of Time there may provide some clues."
Diego propped his chin and looked at the air in front of him, "cranky".
"Leave this matter to me, the Bearskin family still has some status in Darnassus, and they can speak in front of the Grand Druid Malfurion and the High Priest Tyrande."
Masrae took the task on his own initiative, and just when Diego thought that the young man had finally lost his way and was about to return to the Elven City, he said again, "I'm going to write to my brother!"
” "Uh, okay, whatever you want!"
Diego increased his forehead with his hand and said helplessly.
Anyway, at least one thing has been solved, and as for the rest, since Deathwing's movements are unknown, let's start with the Zandalar Trolls and the Dark Gate.
Hopefully, it's still too late!