Chapter 707 Potential Is Potential, Now Is Now

"Pandaria..." The leader of the magic swordsmen, Oso Black Forest, was lost in thought. He nodded slightly, as if recalling the distant past, "When you said that, I did remember it. In the past, There were pandaren from Pandaria who once set foot on the land of the Dark Night Empire... Did they come to wander? At least that's what they said."

His nostalgia for that past event can be heard in his tone: "Those pandaren who called themselves Lorewalkers left a deep impression on the people of Suramar with their impressive fighting prowess and humble attitude. However, They did not stay too long in Suramar, but continued on their wandering journey and continued to explore the unknown world."

Levin took the words and nodded affirmatively: "Yes, those Pandaren monks are the most mainstream combatants in Pandaria. Their profession was founded by a stunningly talented Pandaren, and they have received many awards from all over the world. The inspiration of the gods——that is, the guidance of the four demigods. If we can ask the four demigods of Pandaria to assist us, our chances of defeating the Burning Legion will be much higher."

When Jarod heard this, he had a surprised expression on his face. Although he is a civilian officer who relied on his innate military talent to rise to the top, his reserve of knowledge is indeed not comparable to that of the Qin clan who have received elite education since childhood.

His eyes widened and he asked in disbelief: "Four demigods? Levin, are you sure-?"

"Without a doubt." Levin turned to look at Fandral Staghelm, "Fandral, you must have heard Cenarius mention this before - right?"

"Yes." Fandral nodded slightly, his rough hands caressing his hairy chin, lost in thought. "Indeed, I have some impressions." He added, "Those demigods are called the Four Heavenly Gods, and they are named White Tiger Xuenu, Qinglong Yulong, Zhuhe Chijing and Xuan Shengzao. Each of them has amazing powers. The power of awe. "

He paused, frowned slightly, and recalled more detailed information: "However, Cenarius once mentioned one thing, that is, these four gods were fighting a powerful mogu emperor named Thunder God. They were hit hard. I'm not sure they've regained their former strength after all these years."

Upon hearing this, Jarod suddenly stood up from his seat and said decisively: "No matter what, we must try our best. I will immediately send a special envoy to Pandaria to seek support from the four gods and pandaren. This is our The key to defeating the Burning Legion."

After deciding to seek help from the mysterious Pandaria [the atmosphere in the conference room became solemn again. The remaining key question is who should be sent to serve as these ten important missions?

As a master who has recently joined the resistance, Levin does not know much about the current composition of the top management. He sat quietly aside, watching the frowns and serious expressions of Jarod and others, without interrupting their discussion rashly.

At this moment, the eyes of Jarod and others turned to him invariably.

"Levin, you know Pandaria best, who do you think we should send?" Jarod asked.

Everyone else also looked searching.

Levin was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head humbly: "Although I have had some contact with the panda people, I think the selection of the special envoy should be decided by everyone together."

Despite this, Garrod and others insisted on Guowen recommending several members.

In their view, in terms of qualifications, Levin is just a newcomer to the resistance, but in terms of strength and merit, Levin is fully capable of supporting a mountaintop in the resistance.

Not to mention, the entire framework of the plan was completed by Levin. He knows the framework of the entire plan very well, and his recommendations are undoubtedly of high reference value.

In short, regardless of whether Levin meant it that way or not, his opinion must be respected.

After two days of "discussions", the main members of the special mission sent to Pandaria have been basically determined.

After two days of intense discussions and careful deliberation, the list of members of the special mission sent to Pandaria finally emerged.

Otho Black Forest, the leader of the magic swordsmen who had had brief contact with the pandaren, was unanimously elected as the leader of the envoy. The Sisters of Elune and the Druids each sent one person to accompany them. In order to ensure safety, the three parties also arranged for a small number of their most elite members to escort along the way.

It is worth mentioning that Shandis Yuyue, recommended by Levin, was also successfully selected as the deputy envoy of the mission and became the second-in-command of this mission.

—The dividing line of Shandris Feathermoon-

"Me?" Shandis Feathermoon pointed to her nose in shock when she heard Maiev read her name, a little unbelievable, "I actually want to join the mission?

After hearing the list given by Maiev, Shandis interrupted her impatiently.

"Please wait! Why me?" Shandis's face was full of doubts and uneasiness, "I'm just a trainee priest of the sisterhood, far from an elite, right? How could I be qualified for such an important task? ?”

Moreover, even in the sisterhood, she was trained to be a combat priest.

For a moment, Shandris even wondered if Maiev was seeking revenge. After all, after all... her mentor was Tyrande who was now captured.

Maiev, as the temporary leader of the Sisterhood, might see this as an opportunity to sideline her.

But Maiev didn't care about Shandris' rudeness. She understood the young girl's inner anxieties and struggles.

When communicating with Tyrande in the Sky Seat, she learned about Shandris from the other party. To her, Shandis is not just her friend's disciple, but more like her own child - even if this friend has replaced her as high priest, she cannot have any ill will towards Shandis.

"This is Levin's request." Maiev said calmly, while handing a letter of recommendation to Shandris.

Shandis took the letter with confusion, and saw her name clearly written in the recommended column above [and the four characters "Cai Wen Cuiye" were clearly written at the signature.

"This..." Shandis still felt a little unbelievable.

Her eyes lingered on the recommendation letter for a long time, then she slowly raised her head and looked at Maiev, "I...do I really want to go?"

Shandris still felt a little unbelievable. Her mentor Tyrande was still imprisoned in the palace. Logically speaking, it was impossible for her to leave Zin Azalin at this juncture.

"Of course." Maiev smiled and nodded, seemingly unaware of the reluctance in the other party's words: "Mr. Levin speaks highly of you. He thinks you have the potential to become an excellent messenger. Moreover, this is also a A good opportunity to train and improve yourself. I believe you will be able to handle this task."

After hastily bidding farewell to Maiev, who came to deliver the news, Shandris hurriedly left the tent where she lived with other members of the sisterhood, full of doubts and uneasiness. .....***..........

After a while, she came to a slightly luxurious single-person magic tent. This tent is completely different from ordinary military tents. It exudes a faint magical light, and you can tell it is extraordinary at a glance. The tent is exquisite and gorgeous on the outside, and even more unique on the inside.

It turns out that an advanced magic similar to the [Space Expansion Spell] has been cast inside this tent, making the internal space far beyond what the exterior can accommodate. Such a space is enough to meet a person's various living needs, and all of this is just to serve the sole occupant.

This is rare in the military where logistics is difficult.

In the army, those who can enjoy such treatment are all high-level generals with distinguished status and high status. However, the tent in front of Shandis at this time belonged to Levin.

She hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to go in. The light inside the tent is soft and the layout is simple yet elegant.

Levin was packing his luggage alone. When he heard Shandis's voice, he stopped what he was doing and turned around.

"Master Levin!" Shandis bowed slightly, but Levin could hear some anxiety and confusion in the girl's voice.

Levin looked at her and sighed softly: "You are finally here, Shandis.

Shandris was about to ask, but Levin was one step ahead of her: "I know your doubts, but it is indeed my decision to recommend you to go to Pandaria."

Upon hearing this, Shandis frowned slightly, her eyes full of confusion. She stared at Levin, hoping to find a hint of joking in his eyes, but Levin's eyes were deep and firm, and it was obviously not a joke.

"Didn't we agree before that I would personally rescue the mentor?" Shandis pursed her lips, her voice a little aggrieved, "Why would you choose to let me go to Pandaria at this time? Don't you? Do you believe in my strength? Haven’t you always praised me before and said that I have the potential to become a Sentinel General?”

Levin looked at Shandis and sighed helplessly: "If I say I don't believe in your strength, it's obviously a lie." He paused and continued, "Your talent and potential are the best I have ever seen. The best among the night elves. I believe that, given time, you will become a great Sentinel General."

Shandris did become the Sentinel General in the original book, and can be called the military leader of the night elves.

"But potential is potential, and now is now." Levin explained, "If you regard potential as now, then why don't the Dragon Legion let the young dragons go on the battlefield? Your future is undoubtedly bright. After ten or twenty years of With hard work and training, you will definitely become the best among our combat forces. However, you have not yet been able to fully unleash that potential."

He paused and persuaded: "The task of rescuing Tyrande is extremely difficult and full of dangers. If I recruit you into the assault team due to a moment of weakness, then in this crucial covert operation, once you A slight mistake may cause us irreparable losses."

"By then, not only will we not be able to rescue Tyrande, we may even alert the enemy, making the Burning Legion and the Highborne more vigilant. Such a consequence is something I cannot accept at any cost." Levin's tone gradually became more serious, and he shook his head, " In that case, I can guarantee that I can run away at any time, but what about you? Where about Tyrande? So what should I do?