Diago looked silently at the two old guys who were out of line and sarcastic at each other. After a while, he started to talk back on the topic.

"Since it has been sealed, how did the Nagas receive the oracle of Enzos?"

"More than ten thousand years have passed, and with the explosion of the Well of Eternity, the seal that imprisoned the ancient evil gods has already begun to loosen. Although they cannot escape, they can use the power of the dark void to darkly distort and corrupt the intelligent creatures they chose to serve themselves. In these evil and ancient evil gods, the cunning Enzos is best at bewitching people's hearts and causing people to unknowingly corrode into their own minions. It is said that it uses conspiracy to corrupt the once wise guardian of the earth, the king of the black dragon, Nasario, to corrode the wings of death, and rescue the elves when they encounter a crisis, but twist them all into Naga Siren who hates everything..."

Mahalba counted the "glorious" deeds of Enzos one by one. Every time he counted, Masley and Waynes's hearts were cold. When he finished counting, the hearts of the two were already cold. Now there is a Burning Legion outside and an ancient god inside, one by one fierce and one by one terrifying. No matter how you look at it, how pessimistic, how desperate it is, and why don't you live? Why don't you just find a rope to hang yourself? At least it's better to feel better?

Looking at the two people with a gray face, Diago suddenly felt that Azeroth was really a world of disasters. For the Star Soul who was about to awaken, was this considered darkness before dawn?

"Okay, guys, the situation is not that bad. For these existences that have been around since time immemorial, a hundred years have passed in a flash, but for us, time is still abundant, and the problems have been solved one by one." He comforted clumsyly.

"Yes, can it be worse if the door of Darkness is opened?" The Master of Dafa also persuaded. He was just trying to talk to Waynes about the ancient secrets, but he was not going to make the commander pessimistic and desperate, which would be an absolute disaster for the entire Watch Castle.

"The facts may be worse, because a few days ago, the Queen of Green Dragon Isera warned all the druids in Emerald Dream that some unsettling changes were taking place in Emerald Dreams, and some corruption was spreading in the dreams. Now it seems that this was obviously Enzos planning all this behind the scenes." Masley suddenly remembered something and said in horror.

All of the people were silent. They didn't know much about Emerald Dream like Druids and had no say at all.

"I should write a letter immediately to inform the Senario Council of knowing." The night elf stood up eagerly and wanted to walk out the door, but Diago grabbed his arm.

"Hey, man, calm down," Diago pushed him back to the chair, "Although I don't understand the Emerald Dream, I believe there are some people who know it better."

"who?"

"Malfurion Storm! This great druid has lived for 10,000 years. He knows more about the Emerald Dream, the Ancient God, and even the entire world. In our opinion, many distant history are even something he has experienced personally. You must believe in his abilities and he will solve this problem." Diago said softly, but his words were filled with a stable power. The night elves' impatient mood slowly returned to peace.

"I think you are right!" he nodded.

"You must believe that we are never fighting alone!" Diego encouraged. Not only for Masley, but also for Waynes, Mahalba, and even for himself.

This is the heartfelt words of his heart.

In this turbulent and turbulent autumn, the ancient gods were eyeing each other, and the burning legion was grinding their teeth and claws. However, the world of Azeroth that was about to awaken never sat and waited for death. Countless talents and heroes emerged like blowouts, Malfurion, Tyrande, Sar, Gianna, Ronin, Lothar, Tulayan, Kadega, Tyrio, Varian, Boval... These glorious names shine like stars shining in the sky. They succeeded one after another, bravely sacrificed, and wrote a heroic epic, continuing the life and death of Azeroth.

Even with the advantage of foresight, Diago did not feel that they must have done better. What he can do now is to do his best to warn all races and organizations as early as possible, so as to reduce the disaster brought to Azeroth by those terrifying enemies.

"You are right. Whether it is the druids of the Senario parliament, the Paladins of the Silver Dawn, or the shamans of the Ring of the Earth, these Pan-Azeroth organizations have always taken it as their mission to save Azeroth and resist foreign invasions. If we ask for help, they will definitely not ignore it and stand by." Waynes said in agreement. He turned his head and looked at Mahalba beside him, "Where are the mages? Dalaran did this and did nothing?"

"Of course not, the fact is that before I came to you, I had sent a magic message to Dalaran, but Lord Ronin is leading the reconstruction of Dalaran, and I'm not sure how many people he can send."

"If the front line here collapses, what can Dalaran be rebuilt? Will it be destroyed by the Burning Legion again?" Waynes said habitually.

"No, the new Dalaran will be built into a floating city, becoming a solid empty fortress, and can leap to various places at any time, providing sufficient strategic support to the battlefields in need as quickly as possible." Speaking of this, Mahalba simply stopped hiding and said openly, "Its reconstruction may last for several years, but we must be prepared for a protracted war!"

"Wow, this is really good news. Not to mention anything else, at least in the war with the Lich King, it can compete with the Scourge's empty fortress Naxxamas." Masley couldn't help but whistle and said excitedly. After listening to the horror story for a night, he finally heard a good news.

"No matter what, it's not that far-flung water cannot quench near thirst?" Waynes still complained, but his voice became much lower.

"Okay, guys, don't go so far. Let's talk about what we should do here first?" Diago jerked, pulling back the attention of the two of them, and it could be considered an indirect smoothing out.

"Our priority now is to figure out the situation on the Dark Gate so as to gain enough time for Stormwind City and our allies." Waynes reconciled his thoughts and said, when he was not talking to the Dafa Master, his mind was still very reliable.

"I'll tomorrow..." He looked out the window and found that the sky in the east had begun to turn white. "Okay, today, I will send a company to the Dark Gate to conduct reconnaissance."

"If something really happens over there, a company will definitely not have enough manpower. I will lead the Storm Whip to join this mission," said Diago.

"I'm the one!" Mahalba rubbed his forehead and said fiercely, "It's so painful that I can't forget it. They must know what the consequences will be if they offend a small-minded master!"

"Why am I listening? Are you talking about me?" Waynes looked at him slantedly.

"Well……"
Chapter completed!