Tales of the Highborne

The bright waning moon rises slowly from the east, indicating that the dark night has arrived. The city of Suramar, which is located not far from Azshara, is brightly lit. Although it is not as magnificent and magnificent as Azshara, it has a kind of thin beauty. If Aissalin is like a beautiful tulip, then Su Rama is like the night chrysanthemum blooming in the night. The moment the moon rises is the moment when the sacrifice begins.

After the ceremony, Tyrande could finally have some time to herself. As a priest of the Temple of the Moon, she requires her undivided attention. But she didn't want it to be like this all the time. The benevolence and fraternity of the Moon Goddess is the primary reason why Tyrande entered the Temple of the Moon to serve.

But one thing bothered her for a long time. As the years passed, the relationship between Malfurion, Illidan, and her changed. They are no longer childhood playmates. The simplicity and happiness in the childhood world are no longer replaced by the complex relationships in the adult world.

Her feelings about Malfurion and Illidan had also changed. She knew that both of their feelings for her must have changed as well. The competition between the two brothers had always been carried out in a friendly atmosphere, but as time went by, the competition became more and more obvious, and she didn't like it. By now, it has almost evolved into a fight with each other, more like a fight over something.

Tyrande knew, even if they didn't, that it was her they were fighting over.

She was absolutely flattered, but she didn't want anyone to get hurt. But in the end, one of them will be hurt. Deep in her heart, she had long known that when looking for a life partner, she must choose one of them, either Illidan or Malfurion.

Tyrande wore a silver hooded robe and hurried through the magnificent marble hall of the temple without saying a word. Looking up, you can see a mural that depicts the starry sky and gods beautifully painted on it. If you didn't look carefully, you would think that this temple really has no roof. The large chamber where the ceremony was held was open-air, where the moonlight shone down, as if a mother was caressing her dear child.

Tyrande passed the looming carvings of goddesses who had once served as priests, and finally stepped across the marble floor of the porch. Here, it is covered with fine mosaics, like a chess board, with the composition of the world as the pattern, and there are also some portraits of other gods. Among them, the Moon Goddess certainly occupies the most prominent position. The faces of the gods were almost without exception blurred. Only demigods, children, and retainers have clear faces. One of them was Cenarius, whom many called the Son of the Moon and the Son of the Sun. Although he himself has not commented on this, Tyrande has always been willing to think so.

Outside, the cool night breeze made her feel more comfortable. Tyrande walked down the smooth white steps and joined the crowd. Many people bowed their heads to greet her. Others stepped aside respectfully. This may be the benefit of being a priest of the Moon Temple. But at this moment, Tyrande really wanted to return to a peaceful and simple life.

Suramar City is indeed not as glamorous as Aissalin, but she also has her own unique features. When Tyrande walked into the main square, his eyes were filled with bright and dazzling colors. Vendors displayed a variety of goods; the upper-class elves wore bright red robes studded with diamonds; beside them, the elves with lower social status wore other clothes. Everyone in the market wants to look their best.

The house is also part of a showcase for local residents. Tyrande saw many colorful houses, and even shops were painted in various colors. The light of the torch illuminated them like flowing flames.

In Tyrande's limited experience, she had not encountered many ethnic groups other than night elves, but Malfurion always laughed at her race's preference for tacky colors, and would even say to her face that they were simply It's color blindness. Although her own taste is conservative, although not as conservative as Malfurion. But she felt that the night elves just preferred rich and varied colors.

In the center of the square, a group of elves gathered there. Most of them made gestures, pointed, cursed, or made sarcastic comments. Tyrande was a little curious and couldn't help but want to see what happened. At first, the onlookers didn't notice her. It seems that what they are looking at must be very strange. Later, she gently patted the shoulder of the elf next to her, and she was immediately recognized. So the elf made a way. In this way, she walked into the crowd.

There was a cage in the middle, slightly shorter than her. The cage was made of steel and seemed to contain a beast. Because he was so strong, he made the cage rattle, and animal-like roars came from time to time. The elves watching were talking a lot.

The elves standing in front of her refused to move anymore, even if someone was taking pictures of them, they still stood there. But she was still very curious, so she could only look through the cracks to see what was going on. The scene in front of her made her breathe heavily.

"What is this?" Tyrande blurted.

"No one knows." There happened to be a sentinel on duty nearby. He was wearing the breastplate and robe of the guard of Suramar City. "moon

The guards managed to get him here using magic. Tyrande looked around instinctively, looking for a Moon Guard to inquire but could not find one. It is very likely that they captured the beast and left the beast with the guards to discuss what to do with it. He did.

What is in the cage?

Definitely not a troll, though she had initially thought so. Because even if he stands straight, he is almost a foot shorter than the night elf, but his body is almost twice as wide. Clearly, this beast is incredibly strong. Tyrande had never seen such a powerful beast. It was strange that the magic of the cage kept the beast inside.

Suddenly, an onlooker stabbed the motionless beast with a stick, causing another burst of commotion. But the night elf never wrested the stick from the beast's strong, strong hand. When the beast is angry, his face contorts. If it weren't for the chains around his wrists, ankles, and head and neck, he would have broken the fence long ago. The chains immobilized him, and even if he had the strength, he couldn't reach the bars.

Tyrande suddenly felt pity. Both Elune and Cenarius taught her to respect life. Although the beast looks like a devil at first glance, the green monster is wearing very basic clothes, which at least shows that he has a minimum of intelligence. But now, being played with like an animal is really not a good thing.

There were two empty brown bowls in front of the beast. He should have eaten something. But for such a big man, Tyrande thought he must not be full. She turned around and said to the sentry: "Can I give you some more water and food?"

"I'm afraid I can't do anything they haven't told me to do," the sentry replied, still looking at the crowd. He had to maintain order.

"Do they still need to order this?"

The sentry shrugged and said, "The higher ups haven't decided what to do with him yet. Maybe we don't need to give him any more food and water."

The sentry rejected her, but Elf Dark Night's sense of justice cannot be easily shaken.

"Then if I bring some food, are you going to stop me?"

"Please don't do this. The beast might bite off your hand and swallow it instead of eating the food you gave it. You'd better leave." The guard said a little embarrassed.

"I want to give it a try." Before he could persuade her, Tyrande had already turned and left. She walked straight to the nearest food stall and bought a jug of water and a bowl of soup. The beast in the cage seemed to eat meat, so I bought some fresh meat for him. The vendor refused to take her money, so Tyrande gave him some blessings, thanked him and returned to the square. It was boring to watch for a long time. By the time Tyrande returned to the square, most of the crowd had already left. This way, it would be easier for her to get closer to the beast. The beast glanced at her, thinking that another spectator had arrived. It wasn't until he saw what Tyrande was holding that he became interested.

He tried his best to sit up, his green skin and deep-set eyes under his thick eyebrows staring at her closely. Tyrande guessed that he was almost old, because his hair was graying and his rough face was already covered with the vicissitudes of life.

As long as Tyrande gets closer to the beast, he can reach out and get the food. At this time, she hesitated. If the other party suddenly breaks out and hurts her, the sentry will definitely pierce the body of the beast with his sharp spear. . It would be a huge irony if this really happened. I wanted to save him, but in the end, I sent him to a dead end. At this time, a white figure appeared in front of her, with long silver hair floating in the air, white magic robes and cloaks fluttering in the night wind, and a long sword with a dark gold hilt on his back. With delicate facial features and light green eyes, Tyrande looked at her with a smile. Tyrande also showed a hint of joy on her face. Of course she knew him. Although she hadn't seen him for more than seven hundred years, he was her. One of only three friends, the Lord of Darkshore is known as Moonshadow of the Dawnstar.

"Long time no see, Tyrande." Yueying looked at Tyrande and said with a smile. After the queen ordered to turn off the energy extracted from the Well of Eternity, he came to this city of Suramar to see his old friend. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered Suramar City, he saw Tyrande in the square.

"It's been a long time, why did you come to Suramar?" Tyrande asked with some curiosity and joyful surprise.

"I just came to see you, aren't you welcome? Oh, Tyrande, are you going to become a chef?" Yueying couldn't help but joked as she watched Tyrande carrying a bunch of raw meat and a soup pot.

"You're still so annoying when you talk." Tyrande's face turned dark. She once learned how to grill meat from Moon Shadow, but every piece of food that passed through her hands could kill people. Even Illidan and Malfurion would turn blue when he saw it. "But Malfurion is still receiving the teachings of his teacher in Moonglade at the moment, and Illidan and I are the only ones in Suramar now.

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