Tales of the Highborne

Aesalyn. It was once the symbol of the magnificent night elf civilization. The sprawling city stands on the edge of the Well of Eternity, the source of power for the night elves. The admired Queen Azshara lived there, and her devout people named the elven capital after her.

Today's Azalin is in ruins, like a horrific cemetery, where the Burning Legion embarked on their evil journey.

Tyrande woke from a nightmare. She has forgotten most of the things in the dream. What she can still remember is that the moon goddess Elune was involved in a terrible war. She was concentrating on treating her injured compatriots, and then the temple guard who was protecting her suddenly let out a scream, and then everything became blurry. Vaguely, Tyrande could still remember some horrific images and sounds. The goat-like monster stared at her with malicious intent. A pair of furry hands with claws grabbed her tightly and wouldn't let go. The air was filled with Illidan's angry roar.

She raised her head slightly and glanced around the cell with her narrow and elegant eyes. She had seen this cell countless times. Her soft lips opened slightly, and she sighed softly, lamenting her current situation. She shook her head, her long dark green hair flowing around like waves. Since she was not wearing armor, a few strands of silver hair in her hair were quite conspicuous at the moment. The cell at this time had not changed much from the one Tyrande had seen before going to sleep. Although she hopes that some changes will happen in prison.

Her hands and feet were not bound by chains, she wished they were. A glowing green light envelope enveloped her from head to toe and hung in the air, about a foot away from the cold stone ground. She stood in the ball with her arms stretched upward and her legs tightly together. Even if I try my best, I can't separate my limbs.

Suddenly, there were footsteps in the dungeon passage, and she couldn't help but become alert. Someone opened the lock on the cell door, and she looked up with inexplicable fear. The door opened, and a dark figure that frightened her like a demon stepped into the prison. This man had scars on his face and was covered in glowing green armor. There was a bright golden sunburst pattern on the armor on his chest. His eyes were narrow and seemed to never blink. When his gaze fell on Tyrande, it suddenly became sharp, making Tyrande not even dare to look at him head-on.

"She is sane." Varosen lowered his head and said respectfully to the person behind him.

"Excellent," a lazy female voice responded, "Let me see what kind of person it is that Harveys threatens to use as a hostage and threatens my lovely disciple."

Varosen bowed and stepped aside. Although Tyrande had already guessed the identity of the person, she still couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Queen Azshara is as beautiful as a goddess, flawless, and exactly as described in the legend. She has a pair of golden eyes, half covered by a veil, and her lips are full and sexy. Her long silver hair spreads all over her body. The luxurious long skirt outlines her graceful figure and matches her long hair very well. The robe is as thin as fine gauze, and her smooth body is looming. She wore jewel-encrusted bracelets on both wrists, and the matching earrings almost fell to her exposed delicate shoulders. A ruby ​​​​on the hollow golden crown is very conspicuous, emitting a faint light under the illumination of the torches on the wall.

Vashj stood behind Azshara. Although he was also a stunning beauty, he was still much inferior if he stood with Azshara. She is a maid under the Queen, and her clothes are somewhat similar to those of her master, but in terms of materials, they are on a different level. She also has long hair, almost as thick as the Queen, but the silver in her hair is obviously bleached and dyed, and the brightness of the silver is not as bright as Azshara. In fact, the only thing that stood out about her was her eyes, which, unlike most night elves, were

They are all silver, but her eyes are full of charm, full of exotic look and feel, and the outline is like a cat's eye.

"That's her." The queen stared at the prisoner, not hiding her disappointment. "It's worse than Vashj. I'm starting to doubt Yueying's vision."

Although the conversation between them was somewhat confusing, Tyrande was still slightly excited to see Azshara. But she quickly calmed down. Yueying said that Azshara was controlled by the devil, but now she stood in front of him and looked like she was not controlled. Tyrande frowned slightly and began to doubt.

"Of course she can't compare with the perfect you. But she seems to be a priest and is deeply favored by Elune." Varoson replied.

The Queen didn't seem to care. She wrinkled her impeccable nose and asked, "What's her name?"

"Tylande." Varoson nodded quickly and replied.

Vashki couldn't help but frown after hearing the name. At that time, according to the Queen's order, she had dealt with the matter about the priestess that Moon Shadow liked. She remembered that the priestess seemed to be called by another name. Vashj's expression quickly caught Azshara's attention. Azshara glanced at her eyebrows and asked, "What's your problem Vashj?"

Vashj hurriedly expressed his suspicions.

Azshara took a step forward. Every small movement she made seemed to have been carefully planned, and Tyrande felt an urge to kneel to her. She stretched out her index finger and passed through the light barrier that trapped Tyrande as if nothing existed, and gently raised her smooth chin. Looking at Azshara's approaching face, Tyrande was slightly absent-minded.

"Tell me, what is your relationship with Yueying?"

"We are just friends." Although Azshara asked her in a commanding tone, she seemed to have no rebellious mentality at all. It seems that Azshara was born this way.

"Oh, so that idiot Harveys caught the wrong person, haha, it's really funny." Azshara raised the corner of her mouth and withdrew her finger.

"Your Majesty, I don't know if I can still call you that." Tyrande's sudden words interrupted Azshara's elegant laughter.

"presumptuous."

"Disrespectful." These two words came out of Vashchi and Varosen's mouths almost at the same time.

"Oh" Azshara looked at Tyrande with interest as if waiting for the next step.

"Do you know that the demons are slaughtering our people, and countless elves have been displaced. Just before, we almost lost the last piece of the city. Everyone thinks that you are controlled by the demons and the upper elves and are fighting to the death. I wish I could have given you a long time ago. But the result I see now doesn't seem to be like this..." Tyrande narrowed her eyes. Although she was a little weak, she still expressed his question loudly.

Azshara ignored her and turned to Varosen and Waiting Girl. "Captain of the guards, she needs to rest. Let's go, Ms. Fashqi. Let's go see what's going on with the portal." The guards stepped aside, and Varoson led Azshara and Ms. Fashqi towards the door. Go. Azshara also quickly walked out of the cell surrounded by the maids, but before going out, she glanced back at Tyrande.

"Bang" the iron door closed, the light in the cell began to dim, and the sound of despair still echoed in Tyrande's mind. There was a power outage at noon until four o'clock, so it was a bit late.