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Sylvanas took a step back and took a breath of air. She knew the name. Isera, the guardian of the dream, the queen of the Green Dragon clan. During the third World War, Sylvanas heard the legend about Isera from the mouth of the night elves. The guardian had been in his sleep for thousands of years. Now she woke up.

It seems that this war that took place in the Dragon Mile Temple changed a lot of things.

"We have to talk." Isera emphasized again. Her voice became deeper, resonating more in her dragon form.

The ranger of the Silver Covenant discovered the abnormality here and quickly moved closer. Sylvanas made them all retreat with a gesture.

"Dear Isera, I apologize for trespassing into the Dragon Mile Temple, but please don't get me wrong. I absolutely have no disrespect."

"Whatever your arrival is for, it's no coincidence, Sylvanas. Maybe it's fate that guides you here to help us."

The dragon and the elves looked at each other. Sylvanas wanted to tell Isera that she came here just to find her missing nephew, but if she said that, Isera might be disappointed. For some reason, Sylvanas didn't want to see the sad look of the Green Dragon Queen.

"What help can I provide? After all, you are a guardian dragon and the most powerful existence in the world. How could you need my help?"

Perhaps Sylvanas said too humble and self-deprecatingly, and Isera spoke helplessly, and her voice was still loud. "Don't underestimate your own power. In this dark moment, before the catastrophe comes, Azeroth needs mortals more than any moment."

Cataclysm? What does Sylvanas mean when he heard this word for the first time? Is it a disaster?

"I have a hard time understanding your words."

"Get closer, Wind Walker. In the dream, you will see everything."

Sylvanas walked towards Isera half-believingly, and each step would make the dragon in her sight taller.

When only five steps away from the awakened claws, Sylvanas suddenly felt that the land under his feet had become like a wave without any place to rely on force. Controlling the shaking body to maintain balance is simple for a ranger with outstanding abilities, but the female elf quickly discovered that she would not fall even if she did not use force, as if she had become a tumbler.

This is a dream!

Sylvanas soon realized that within just a few seconds, Isera had dragged her into a dream.

She felt hot all over her body, and there was a scattered sun above her head that Northrend had never had before, hanging high, looking very close.

This place is no longer Northrend, and Sylvanas can't feel a trace of coldness. There are vast oceans around her, and the mountain she is located in is surrounded by the sea, standing alone on the waves.

A low rumbling sound came from a distance. She had never heard such a sound, but with her keen intuition and many sailing experiences, when she looked down, she immediately knew where the dream brought her.

The Great Vortex – the Center of Azeroth.

After a moment, the sea water around the vortex began to rush, and the waves were high and fast, as if some terrifying force was stirring hard under the surging sea. Even though he was in a high place, Sylvanas knew that he was not safe. Even the once solid rocks were trembling, facing the tumbling ocean and the collapsed mountains. The female elf had a premonition that something was wrong, very, very bad. And at this moment, things happened without warning.

A rugged crack suddenly broke into the center of the vortex, and the blue sea water suddenly turned into flame-like red, and then blood-red. As this phenomenon occurred, the surrounding environment also changed drastically, clouds shrouded in the sun, the strong wind was like a whip and the earth was trembling. Sylvanas had to hold on to a raised rock to avoid being blown away. Her eyes were staring at the boiling blood-red sea water below.

The huge waves hit the steep cliffs of the cliffs, and the height of the waves splashing was incredible. The female elf could feel the scorching heat burst out from the foam. The rumbling sound became more and more fierce. Under her horror, the violent whirlpool swelled suddenly after a second of quietness. A black shadow visible to the naked eye burst out from the bottom of the sea with a height of lava. The huge wave of flames rushed towards Sylvanas...

The female elf suddenly pushed away the rangers around her and jumped up. She trembled all over and was sweating profusely, as if her hands were trying to grab something in the air.

"It's the Wings of Death, the Wings of Death!" Sylvanas screamed. However, at this time someone grabbed her trembling hands and held them tightly to calm her down. At some point, Isera had changed back to the form of a night elf.

"Breathe! Breathe!" the Green Dragon Queen murmured.

Sylvanas absorbed the cold air around the Dragon Mile Temple in big mouthfuls, and now his body began to feel chills, indicating that he had returned to reality. The nightmare just now had exhausted her.

"That hasn't happened yet, right?" Sylvanas grabbed Isera's arm tightly, her movements shocked the other party.

"I thought you needed a good rest to understand the truth you saw." Isera smiled faintly, then shook her head in disappointment, "Yes, that has not happened yet, but the fission of the earth is unstoppable. Before the crisis comes, the Dragon Mile Alliance, which is the first to stand up to fight the Deathwing, has collapsed. The purpose of Deathwing has achieved."

Sylvanas looked back at the tower behind him. The Dragon Sleeping Temple was still there, and the Twilight Hammer's people were unable to destroy it. The "fallaway" Isera said could only be that there was a conflict within the dragon clan. As long as the conflict was resolved, everything could be saved.

"Deathwings have only won temporarily. He has made you no longer trust each other and has not completely destroyed you. If the Guardian Dragons still have the belief to unite against Deathwings, then hope will still be there."

Isera seemed to be waiting for Sylvanas's words. She closed the female elf's hand with a smile, "Then are you willing to help us?"

Sylvanas nodded. Although this was different from her original intention of coming here, she had also thought of telling Isera about Belorel, but she was unwilling to let the Green Dragon Queen think that the reason she provided her help was just to reach a deal to ask the dragon clan to help find the elf boy.
Chapter completed!