Just when the Peach Blossom Sword was heaving in and out and preparing to strike, the old man with white hair, white beard and white robes came to Yiran at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
His left hand was on the Peach Blossom Sword, while his right hand was stroking Xiao Bai's horn.
Wang Jie's aura was only slightly exposed, and Yiran's full sword was blocked.
The blue bird in the distance stood up straight, not even daring to shake its neck.
The old man looked at the horn on Xiao Bai's head with a smile on his face:
"My little friend, why are you angry? There is indeed an irreconcilable hatred between Warcraft and humans, but is this all you see?"
Yi Ran looked at the old man with stern eyes, but finally put away the Peach Blossom Sword.
"Strength is stronger than people. You speak first. Whether I listen or not is my business."
"If there is no reasonable explanation, even if you are a king, I will fight to the death to survive."
The old man's eyes were still looking at Xiaobai, and there was unconcealable love in his eyes.
"Judging from your hatred towards our monsters, you are probably not a native of the Empire."
"And you should have experienced many waves of Warcraft, and some people around you have even been harmed by Warcraft, so the hatred between you and Warcraft is irreconcilable!"
The old man seemed to be talking about an extremely ordinary thing, without any extra emotion in his words, and only showed inexplicable emotions to Xiaobai.
"But do you know the origin of Warcraft, and do you know the legend that only circulates among Warcraft?"
Yi Ran frowned and kept thinking in her mind:
"Origin? Legend?"
"The records in the book about the origins of monsters are very simple, and they are often briefly mentioned by their sudden appearance."
"It is even more impossible for Yiran to know the legends spread among Warcraft."
As if he already knew that Yiran would not understand this, the old man continued:
"Actually, our White Moon King Python clan has never stepped out of the Warcraft Forest, and we have never fed on humans."
"I also sneered at the behavior of the Warcraft Tide, and even deliberately blocked it."
"It's just that I can still manage a little bit of Crescent Lake, but I'm powerless in other places."
Listening to the old man's chatter, Yiran's expression finally changed:
"So your family has never harmed humans?"
Yiran simply didn't believe that there were monsters that didn't have killing as their instinct and would be so kind as to provide spiritual herbs to humans.
The old man sighed leisurely and then said:
"I dare not say the word "never". Except for humans who kill our clan, our clan never makes the first move."
"Why?"
Yiran couldn't wait to ask two words, feeling that he was very close to the truth.
"Because according to my accidental discovery, our monsters should not belong to this continent, but "traveled" from other worlds."
"Perhaps you can't understand the word "travel". You just need to think that our monsters do not belong to this world."
"The purpose of our coming to this world is to kill the indigenous people. After killing all the humans, the people from our world can come and take over this continent."
"And that legend is that one day after we exterminate the human race, we can return to our former home."
After listening to the old man's words, Yiran's right hand hit the Peach Blossom Sword unknowingly.
The word "travel" brought a little surprise to Yiran's heart, and once again strengthened Yiran's belief in finding a way back.
But facing the old man in front of him, Yi Ran couldn't help but burst out with murderous intent.
"So the goal of your monsters has always been to exterminate humanity, so what else is there to say?"
At this moment, the old man also withdrew his right hand from stroking Xiaobai, waved to Yiran and said:
"This was indeed the case in the past, but the situation changed a long, long time ago."
"You also know that human magic and martial arts were created after we appeared, and we monsters only gain intelligence after we step into the spiritual realm."
"So when monks and strong men appear in humans, and Warcraft has its own thinking ability, we have to think twice before embarking on the task of exterminating humans."
"As a result, two factions have emerged among the Warcraft. One has hatred towards humans and firmly believes that exterminating humans will bring them back. Therefore, waves of Warcraft will continue to appear in the areas they lead."
"The other faction believes that as long as they are strong enough, they will one day be able to find their way back on their own."
Having said this, Yiran finally understood everything, and even understood why in the empire, humans did not have the belief that they would fight World of Warcraft to the death.
Even at this moment, Yi Ran thought of many things.
"So the wave of monsters is equivalent to military training. Whether humans give birth to strong men under the attack of the wave of monsters, or the wave of monsters devours humans and emerges as powerful monsters, this is something that is expected for both races!"
"The geniuses of the principality will one day come to the empire in order to become stronger, and after the monsters become stronger and reach the spiritual level, they will one day know the inside story!"
Yiran's hand held the Peach Blossom Sword tightly, but he couldn't say a word to refute.
He thought of his former friends and the countless broken bones under the city wall.
It turns out that all of this is just an acceptable exchange under the rules of both parties!
The principality has put its civilians in dire straits not only because of the Warcraft, but also because of the empire's laissez-faire!
At this moment, Yiran suddenly became completely disappointed with the empire.
The old man looked at Yiran's dark eyes, seemingly seeing through his inner struggle, and finally said to Yiran with a smile:
"So, some humans and monsters have a special goal in their hearts."
"That is to change this world. Everyone or Warcraft can choose their own future."
Yi Ran silently whispered, "Change this world?"
"That's right, it's about changing the world so that the weak will not be bullied and get everything they ask for!"
"But unfortunately, there are still only a few humans and monsters who have this idea, and they will even be hunted down by others once they are discovered."
"So, these people can only live in the shadows and use their bright identities to do things that can make those with low power live a better life."
Yiran's eyes suddenly burst into light, possessing a dazzling brilliance.
At this time, Yiran had many thoughts in his mind.
The fifth-level civilian monks can travel between the sixth-level monster territories and come to the Crescent Lake to look for moonlight grass.
The White Moon King Python Clan deliberately scattered the Moonlight Grass along the Crescent Lake, allowing humans or other monsters to pick and devour it.
Nanshan City and Crescent Lake coexist in such a strange tacit understanding.
At this moment, Yiran also used the honorific "you".
"So, the White Moon King Python Clan, or you, and one or more kings from Nanshan City all want to change this world."
"So your clan uses Moonlight Grass to provide an opportunity for the civilian monks in Nanshan City to live a better life, and also to create an opportunity for your clan and the human race to coexist harmoniously."
The old man nodded and continued:
"Not only that, since I stepped onto the King's level and occupied the Crescent Lake, there have been very few demonic beasts that exist above the Spirit level."
"With me sitting here, other king-level monsters have to take a detour if they want to attack the city. As a result, the entire Nanshan City has not seen a wave of monsters that threatens to destroy the city in this thousand years."
Yiran stared closely into the old man's eyes, trying to find evidence from the old man's words that he was lying, but in the end, Yiran became even more convinced that what the old man said was the truth.
"Before I entered the empire, I went to the Azure Dragon Secret Realm and saw the soul of the Azure Dragon King."
"She told this junior that she faced a choice when she was about to break through to the imperial level at the peak of the king's level."
"At that time, she did not tell the younger generation what this choice was. Now that I think about it, the choice should be between integrating with the general trend or firmly changing the world."
Unexpectedly, the old man's eyes became clearer, and he said with great nostalgia:
"King Qinglong, she is also my senior. At that time, I had just entered the spiritual realm."
"It is because of her style that I believe that there must be an unusual path in this world."
Yiran looked at the old man's sudden burst of energy and asked with burning eyes:
"Senior, I wonder how you plan to change this world?"
The old man touched his head, and then continued:
"What I can do is to maintain a balance between Nanshan City and the Warcraft Forest in the Crescent Lake area."
"Let the weak monsters who have no desire to kill not be swayed by the wave of monsters, and let the civilian monks and ordinary people in Nanshan City be protected from the wave of monsters as much as possible."
"If you want to do more, it is beyond my capabilities."
Yiran nodded. Back then, the Azure Dragon King, who was at the peak of the king's rank, would be surrounded and strangled. It was extremely difficult for the old man in front of him to do this.
But when the old man just touched his head, Yiran found a small bulge on the old man's forehead.
In addition, the old man seemed to have a unique emotion towards Xiaobai's unicorn, so he immediately discovered some clues, so he said:
"Senior, is he going to turn into a dragon?"
The old man said doubtfully:
"As a dragon, what is that?"
Yi Ran stepped forward to hold Xiao Bai, and then said:
"The younger generation has received a record that if a snake and a python have horns on its head, it will be a dragon, and if a dragon has four claws and one horn, it will have two horns and it will become a dragon."
"Not a dragon like an earth dragon, nor a dragon that flies with its wings, but a divine dragon that can fly freely in the sky."
Listening to Yiran's words, the old man's eyes were full of yearning, but in the end he said with regret:
"I feel the changes on my forehead, but the horns you mentioned have not grown, and I have reached the end of my life."
"If you hadn't appeared today, the last chance I had left would have been to kill all the spiritual beings who invaded our clan."
"What's even more unexpected is that you actually brought such a little guy."
"Obviously it's only the sixth level, but it makes me feel the suppression from my bloodline!"
Yiran smiled and said to the old man:
"It's called Xiaobai, and it's a natural spiritual dragon. It's not a magical beast, but a spiritual beast recorded in the book that this junior got."
"Warcraft, spiritual beasts, it seems that there are many things in this world that I don't even know about."
The old man looked at Xiaobai with a sigh of relief, and there was even more affection in his eyes.
"You are very good, Xiaobai is also very good, so today I will give you a big gift while I am dying."
"I just hope that when our clan faces a crisis in the future, you will help us when you are able."
As if sensing the old man's sadness, Xiaobai moved from Yiran's hand to the old man's shoulder and rubbed his little head against the old man's cheek.
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