Tales of the Highborne

The prison was still dark and damp, and hunger began to slowly bite Tyrande's body. This was not a good sign. The Moon Goddess had provided for her for a long time, but there were many people on Kalimdor who needed Elune's care, and it was impossible for her to devote too much energy to a single priestess.

Tyrande did not think this was a betrayal by the Moon Goddess. She thanked Elune for everything she had done for her. Now is the time to test her fragile body, but the training of the Sisters can still help her survive for a while. When she thought about Lady Vashj's attempt to kill her, Tyrande felt extremely lucky that she hadn't eaten anything in the bowl yet. But at this moment, the food that was so cold and frozen together in the bowl looked very tempting. Just one bite would give the priestess the strength to survive another day; if she ate a full bowl of rice, she could survive a week, and maybe even longer.

But she couldn't eat without help, and she didn't want anyone to feed her. That was a sign of physical weakness, and the demons were sure to take advantage of her.

At this moment, someone opened the lock of the cell door. Tyrande quickly glanced aside, no longer looking at the rice bowl on the ground, not wanting the other party to see his deteriorating health.

A guard with a grim expression opened the door. ∴, and then an Highborne walked in. Tyrande had never seen this elf before. The gorgeous robes on his body looked particularly dazzling, and he was obviously very confident in his handsome appearance. Unlike other Highborne, he is physically strong and muscular. The most eye-catching thing was his light purple skin, especially his auburn hair, which was also mixed with a few strands of golden hair. Tyrande had never seen hair of this color. But like all Highborne, he had a haughty air, especially when speaking to the guards. With this mage present, the soldiers were eager to leave as soon as possible. He locked the prison door and strode away.

"Holy Priestess," the highborne greeted her, his tone less arrogant than when he spoke to the guard, "you can make yourself more comfortable."

"It's enough for the Moon Goddess to bring me comfort. I don't need or want other things."

His expression changed subtly, but Tyrande saw an almost regretful look on his face. She was shocked that he would react like this. She had thought that all the Highborne had fallen into the hands of the demon leader and Azshara, but this Highborne made her think that might not be the case. "You can call me Tyrande," she interrupted suddenly, trying to be friendly to him, "Tyrande Whisperwind."

"Lady Tyrande, I am Dath'Remar Sunstrider," the Highborne replied, the last hint of arrogance disappearing from her voice, "The twentieth generation of nobles serving the Queen."

"A very famous hereditary. I have heard about you. As the marshal during the Troll War, you have reason to be proud of yourself."

"Yes, I am very proud." Dath'Rema said, but a shadow flashed across his face. "I should be proud."

Another shadow passed over his face. Dath'Rema suddenly glanced around. "I came here to see if I wanted to persuade you to eat something, Holy Priestess." He picked up the bowl on the ground as he spoke, "I wanted to get you more, but they only allowed me to bring this. "

"Thank you, Dath'Remar, but I'm not hungry."

"I heard that you are Moon Shadow's friend. There may be people who have ill intentions towards you, but there will never be anything here, Ms. Tyrande. I can assure you." This Dath'Rema said, and took one end of the spoon. He put it to his mouth and ate some of the brown food in the bowl. He then made a face: "What I can't guarantee is the taste of the meal and I apologize to you for that. You should eat better." The sphere then reacted and slowly fell to the ground. Dath'Rema stared at the priestess intently. This highborne has a majestic appearance. There is no trace of the dandyism in him that is seen in other highborne.

Dath'Rema scooped up a spoonful of rice and held it towards Tyrande's mouth. The spoon shimmered slightly as it passed through the green barrier surrounding her.

"You have to lean forward," he told her. "I can't put my hand through this sphere."

The priestess leaned forward. Dath'Remar was right, today's meal was indeed bland, but Tyrande was happy to eat it. Her hunger seemed

It suddenly increased tenfold, but she still carefully concealed it, not wanting the other party to see it. The highborne may have sympathized with her plight, but he still served the demon lord and Azshara. "I cannot live up to the expectations of the Moon Goddess, but thank you for your concern for me, Dath'Rema. It is heartwarming to meet someone like you in the palace."

He turned his head to the side: "There are other people like me here, but we know where we are and don't dare to talk nonsense."

After studying him for a long time, Tyrande decided it was time to apply further pressure: "But your loyalty to the Queen is unquestionable."

The tall elf looked offended. "Of course." Then he became much calmer and continued, "Now most things are controlled by Harveys and the Sartre he chose. The Queen has not appeared for a long time. We have worked hard for a lot of glory, I" Before I knew it, all the food in the bowl had been eaten. Dath'Rema put the rice bowl back where it belonged. After a while, the priestess suddenly asked him: "Can I have some water?"

A small bag of water was brought with the meal, but like the food, Tyrande never touched the water bag. Dath'Rema quickly grabbed the water bag, opened the lid, and reached towards her, only to find that the barrier between the two blocked the water bag.

"Excuse me," he whispered, "I forgot about this."

The Highborne poured the water from the water bag into the bowl and fed her a spoonful of it like a meal. Tyrande took two sips.

"You were not chosen"

His eyes became much firmer. "I refused, my first duty is to serve the Queen. I don't want to be one of those people."

"Moonshadow and the others have now organized a resistance force, and they will attack Aissalin soon." Tyrande bit her lip and looked at Dath'Rema. Regardless, she has no other hope now, and Dath'Remar Sunstrider may be her only hope.

"You don't know how terrifying the Burning Legion is. I personally saw a demon massacre hundreds of elves who disobeyed them." Dath'Rema shook his head.

"You think they're going to lose"

Dath'Remar was silent, seeming to be thinking about this issue.

"They also united the dragons and demigods. You must know that this is not only a war between elves." Tyrande looked at Dath'Rema's eyes as if to see through his thoughts.

"Come out, you're pretty good at sneaking in here. I kind of admire you."

Dath'Rema said, looking towards the corner of the cell. Then a young black-haired elf carrying two scimitars appeared in the cell. He glanced at Dath'Rema and seemed a little surprised at how the other party could see him, but soon he moved his eyes to Tyrande, his eyes filled with joy.

"Illidan"

Tyrande looked at the young elf in the cell with surprise on his face.

"Thank God you're okay, Tyrande." Illidan looked at Tyrande and smiled happily, and then he turned to look at Dath'Remar. "How did you discover me?"

"Your hiding is perfect, but I am a great mage. Your cultivation as a stalker is not high, but you can't escape my induction with the help of artifacts." Dath'Rema looked at Illidan's confident expression smiled.

"I want to take her away." Illidan looked at Dath'Rema with a hint of determination in his eyes.

"Do you think you can defeat me? Your physical strength is almost level 7. Although the other natural energy is stronger, it is only as powerful as a magister. You don't understand the difference between a great magister and a magister. And I just need to shout A group of guards will approach outside. Do you think you have a chance of winning?"

Dath'Rema looked at Illidan with a hint of smile and disdain in his eyes. There is often a tenfold difference in strength with each level up. Illidan's fight against Dath'Remar is undoubtedly as unreliable as a child's bare-handed fight against Schwarzenegger.

Illidan didn't answer, just took off the two swords from his back and assumed a fighting posture.

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