Rise of the blood elves

“Tarenmere is so much fun”

Istaria's mouth was stuffed with candies, and she was holding a lot in her arms. She praised vaguely while walking through the market in the central square of Tarren Mill Town. From the beginning to the end, her silver pair of Her beautiful eyes never left the dazzling merchandise shelves.

She has been here for two days, because of that thing called

Darkmoon Circus

Yes, that's the name

Because the circus hadn't opened yet and said it would take a few days to organize the amusement equipment, Istaria had no choice but to wander around the town first. She didn't want to be able to stop for two days.

For a night elf like her whose hometown is far away on the other side of the world, everything in the human town is extremely novel, which greatly satisfies her curiosity.

Merchants from afar drove carriages to this small town with a population of several thousand, and set up stalls in the market to sell novelties brought from all over the mainland.It is said that many people came ashore from Nanhai Town in the south by boat and then rented carriages to come here.

After two days, Istaria's hotel room was filled with brightly colored and exotic human clothing.Come on, Elune, those clothes are so pretty.

Istaria also bought a cream-white corset, but after trying it on, she couldn't figure out why human women would like this kind of clothing that tightly wraps around the chest and makes it difficult to breathe. , the night elves never need this kind of thing to highlight their figure.

And

Even the largest corset can't fit into Istaria's body. It's short, but most importantly, it's too small.

In addition, she also ate all the delicious snacks in Tarren Mill.

Especially those candied fruits and candied fruits that can sweeten people's hearts, as well as the halva that can be eaten with the rice paper wrapped outside, and the colorfully wrapped candy canes. Well, these are what she has in her mouth.

After turning around the mighty soldier statue fountain in the center of the square, Istaria came to a familiar stall.

The proprietress wearing an apron is busy behind the simple stove, chopping up the ingredients and side dishes, and throwing them into the bubbling pot. A pot of delicious wild boar meat is coming out of the pot, whetting your appetite.

There are several small wooden tables behind the stall, filled with farmhands who have just finished a morning of heavy farming work.The young son of the proprietress was helping his mother, wielding a bone-cutting knife and dismembering fresh wild boar ribs.

Yes, dismemberment was too cruel for Istaria.

"Oh, Miss Istaria, hello to you." As soon as the landlady saw Istaria, she greeted her warmly.

Hearing the sound, the diners put down their soup bowls and cast curious glances at her, causing Istaria's face to turn red and her long ears to move back.

Have the simple people living here ever seen night elves before? Even though she has been in this town for two days, it is still difficult for Istaria to get used to such ubiquitous curious visits.

"Are you still the same as before?" The fat boss lady wearing a headscarf smiled particularly kindly.

Istaria nodded, leaned sideways and tried her best to prevent the candies from falling from her arms. She took out a few silver coins and a large cloth bag from her trouser pocket and placed them on the stove.

"What a kind girl." The proprietress wiped off the chopped vegetables on her hands, took out a large steaming soup pot from under the stove, covered the pot, put it into a cloth bag, and stuffed more than a dozen Go in with a piece of dough.

"Townsend, help Miss Night Elf get her to the refugee camp quickly. She can't carry it alone."

"No, I can do it myself. Thank you, boss lady. I will return the soup pot later."

Istaria refused the proprietress's kindness, stretched out her free and delicate arm, picked up the heavy cloth bag and walked away while everyone looked at her in surprise.She walked through the market and densely packed houses for more than ten minutes, and finally arrived at the refugee camp in the southwest corner of the town.

In the refugee camp, there were all the poor people who had fled from Lordaeron. The number was about two thousand. They were displaced during the war and were extremely pitiful.Especially those orphans who had lost their parents. When she saw the clear eyes of these children for the first time, Istaria knew what she had to do.

"Say it after me, Anduin Lothar."

Before arriving at the refugee camp, Istaria heard that clear and sweet voice like a cuckoo.

Istaria stopped and admired the gentle, beautiful and lovely child who was covered with patchwork refugee camp orphans sitting in the center, writing and scratching on a small blackboard, teaching the children how to read and write.

She has long golden hair, is thin and frail, and is extremely beautiful. She always has a smile on her face and two shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth.

Istaria really likes her.

Her name is Anweina, she lives in the suburbs of Tarren Mill, she is a gentle and kind farm girl, and she has been helping these orphans.This is how the two got acquainted. Although they had only known each other for two days, Istaria had the urge to hold Anweina's petite body in her arms every time she saw her.

She really likes this girl.

"Anduin Lothar"

The children chanted in unison, and their childish voices broke through the dense haze of war, shining like a ray of sunshine on this war-torn land.

"Okay, can anyone tell me about Lord Anduin Lothar's deeds?" Anweina asked.

"I know." A little boy with a dirty face immediately raised his hand, "Grand Marshal Lothar comes from the Kingdom of Stormwind. He once led the alliance to defeat the evil orcs and protected our homeland. He is the last of the Arathor bloodline. Heir, President of the Iron Horse Brotherhood of Stormwind Kingdom"

"Sister Night Elf is here." A child noticed Istaria standing not far away and interrupted the little boy's precise answer.

The children all turned their heads. When they saw the night elf girl, they immediately abandoned their teacher and ran over to surround Istaria, jumping and cheering.

"There is candy to eat, there is candy to eat"

"Eat first, then candy, okay?" Istaria touched the children's little heads, smiled and walked to the small table that Anweina used as a podium, and piled cloth bags and candy on it.

Although the military maintains order and opens warehouses to provide disaster relief, it is not a problem for the refugees to have enough to eat, but just some dry bread and gruel are completely unable to meet the nutritional needs of the children.Istaria buys delicious food every day and cooks small meals for these orphans.

She is a vegetarian, but she does not dislike carnivores because her grandfather Fandral Staghelm once said: Every animal is part of the cycle of nature, and wolves and bears also need to hunt and eat.Every animal can be food for new creatures.

This was the first lesson taught by Cenarius, Lord of the Forest, to his grandfather's mentor, the revered Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage.

The first lesson about the balance of nature.

"Thank you, Miss Istaria." Anweina thanked her gently, smiling slightly, her two cute dimples became deeper, and the sun seemed to shine brighter in her smile.

Istaria looked at her for two seconds, then her face turned red. She hurriedly opened the cloth bag, took out the soup pot and soup bowl of wild boar soup, and filled it for the children.

Anweina also joined in, standing beside her, breaking up the dough and soaking it in the soup bowl.

The night elf felt like the little deer in his chest was beating wildly, and his heart almost jumped out.

In the end, the children devoured the nutritious wild boar soup quickly and even licked the soup bowl.

Istaria forced herself to calm down and distributed all the candies she brought to the children. Just when she was about to say something to Anweina, a child suddenly ran from a distance, waving her little hands and shouting: "Dark Darkness" Moon Circus is open”

"The circus is open"

The children looked at each other with surprises on their faces, and then at Anweina who looked helpless. After a while, they ran away without a trace.

"These kids are really awesome."

Only Istaria and Anweina were left in front of the small blackboard.

"Do you want to go to the circus?" Istaria blushed and spoke like a mosquito.

Anweina was packing up the chalk and textbooks used for lectures. She turned around after hearing this and seemed a little hesitant. She frowned and said, "I still have farm work at home."

"It doesn't matter. I can help you when I come back. I can also sew."

Istaria was afraid that Anweina would refuse, so she mustered up the courage to grab her delicate, boneless hand and pulled her towards the town without any explanation.

"Okay, you promised me, but you can't go back on it."

Listening to Anveena's melodious laughter like wind chimes in her ears, Istaria, whose face was as red as a ripe apple, felt that she was truly the happiest night elf in the world.

"Damn, this kid stained my robe"

As soon as the two of them reached the entrance of the circus where there was a long queue, they heard the angry roar of a man from the front of the queue. They hurriedly passed by and walked to the front through the crowd.

Through the gaps in the dense crowd, Istaria saw that the little boy who had just answered Anweina's question was standing in front of a human noble man with his head lowered, holding a soup bowl in his hand, and his eyes were filled with tears. Full of tears, as if I had made some mistake.

"Dirty refugee, do you know how much this robe is worth? This is high-quality silk material bought from the Kingdom of Stormwind. Even if you sell it, you won't even get enough for one square foot of silk material." The noble man spat with disgust on his face. pointed at the little boy and yelled.

The surrounding civilians were silent and dared not speak out in anger, because this nobleman was Brad Tucker, the son of Mayor Brentak of Tarren Mill.

Tarren Mir was once a great nobleman of the Kingdom of Alterac. The land under the Barov family was managed by Brentak, the territorial manager. This man was an out-and-out worm, always riding on the heads of the townspeople. The one above is domineering and blessing,

Whenever the Barov family sends people to collect rent and taxes, Brentak will act like a conscientious and responsible manager. After sending them away, he will turn into a people's vampire who does evil things.

After the fall of the Kingdom of Alterac, all the assets and territories of the Barov family were taken back and confiscated by Lordaeron.

The townspeople thought that Brentark would also be dismissed from his post and finally live a good life, but they didn't know how Tucker managed to sway the "righteous and awe-inspiring" Lordaeron officials and transformed into Talon, who was officially appointed by Lordaeron. Mayor Mill, the hard days are still far away.

Good things never come singly. After the Kingdom of Lordaeron was destroyed by the fallen prince Arthas, Hillsbrad Hills fell into a chaotic state of anarchy and autonomy. Although it was nominally governed by the military, the army had long been overrun by the undead. I was so overwhelmed that I had no energy to manage the land.

As a result, Mayor Brentak's power grew unchecked and rapidly. He also had more than 100 territorial guards under him who could only point their swords at their own people. They would arrest anyone who dared to speak out against "disturbing order" at every turn. The tyrannical townspeople were thrown into a dirty dungeon and locked up for ten days. During the period, they were only given water but no food. It would be good if those who came out alive could survive with half their lives.

Who wouldn't be afraid that such a vicious mayor would have to go around Brad Tucker when he met the mayor's only son, otherwise if he collided with the young master, he would definitely not be able to eat and walk around.

"Dirty, disgusting, you refugees are just maggots, the descendants of untouchables." Brad Tucker vigorously dusted the stains on his robe and said in a sharp voice to the men beside him: "Get it off quickly."

So the big men hurriedly stepped forward, rubbing and slapping them, but they couldn't get rid of the stain left by the broth on their robes.

The little boy suddenly raised his head, gritted his teeth, and looked at the "noble" in front of him with resentful eyes, his eyes almost bursting with fire.

"How dare you look at me?" Brad Tucker was so angry that he rounded his arms and slapped the little boy directly.

The right side of the little boy's face suddenly became red and swollen, but he tightened his face to prevent tears from falling.

Istaria and Anweina finally got out of the crowd. Anweina pulled the little boy into her arms and apologized to Brad Tucker: "Sir, for the sake of the Holy Light, please let me go." Let’s live this child.”

For a weak girl, it was a great courage to stand up and protect the little boy at this time. She also wanted to hammer Brad's face that deserved a beating into a pig's head, but the powerful Tucker Town Sir, how could you allow this to happen?

Impulsiveness will harm the poor child.

"It's him who should apologize, you don't need to apologize at all, Anweina." Istaria stood in front of Anweina, pushed Brad away, held Anweina's little hand tightly, and pulled her Arriving behind him.

The onlookers' hearts trembled, and they secretly wondered why this alien girl was so impulsive. Mayor Tucker's perennial power had already made them feel the slightest resistance in their hearts. They retreated when they could, endured everything they could, and were already numb. .

Brad Tucker staggered back and was supported by his men, but instead of getting angry, he looked at the two beauties in front of him with joy on his face.

Where did this tall purple-skinned beauty and this pure blonde beauty come from?

"You have quite a bad temper, haha." Brad twisted his meticulously groomed temples with his fingers, and his eyes wandered on their chests and thighs. He did not hide his dirty and obscene nature, rolled his eyes and said: "The people here are spies of the undead. They are suspected of secretly liaising with the Scourge and threatening the livelihood and property safety of thousands of people in Tarren Mill. They are heinous criminals. Catch them all."

The onlookers were already sighing for these two silly girls.

It's fine to do anything in Tarren Mill, just don't meddle in other people's business, especially the "nosy affairs" involving Mayor Tucker and his family, and don't act bravely, as that will only involve yourself.

Istaria sneered, she wanted to see what this noble could do to her.There were just a few superficial bodyguards, that is, they looked intimidating, and it was easy to deal with them.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way"

Immediately afterwards, many heavily armed guards pushed aside the crowd savagely and surrounded Istaria and Anweina. At first there were a few, then more than a dozen, and then more than twenty.

The patrolling guards came over.

Istaria's throat slid, and worry flashed in her beautiful silver eyes. So many people

She can't beat it.

"Master, isn't it good for Master to do this? There are so many people watching." The follower behind Brad, who looked like a butler and had a shiny head, said in his ear.

"Hmph, what are you afraid of? In Tarren Mill, God will arrest me and don't let me say it a second time."

Brad waved his hand proudly, and the guards rushed forward.Istaria protected Anweina and was forced to retreat.

"stop"

A calm male voice came from afar. Istaria followed the sound and saw a tall and thin blood elf. He was the deputy envoy of the blood elf envoy. What was his name? The blood of some bird in Angmar. The elf pushed through the crowd and walked in, followed by a Dalaran mage and a human officer wearing heavy plate armor.

Istaria suddenly felt Anweina's little hand tighten. She quickly turned her head and found that Anweina was looking at the blood elf longingly, unable to move.