Rise of the blood elves

With little food and drink these past few days, Maiev's thinking has been hazy. She tossed and turned every morning, making it difficult to fall asleep. If there was morning and night in this deathly illusion.

And he sleeps very lightly and will be awakened by even the slightest noise.This is not an isolated case, everyone in this desperate situation is like this.

Maiev felt that the illusion seemed to be really affecting everyone's thinking.Maybe the magisters have discovered this a long time ago, but they just didn't make it public because they didn't have a solution and it would affect morale if they said it rashly.

But perhaps knowing that there is a water source, the wounded soldiers no longer have to worry about drinking water, and the heaviest burden in their hearts can be relieved. Although many sisters in the tent are still whispering to Elune, who has not responded in the past ten days. , but as soon as Maiev touched the pillow, she felt sleepiness coming over her like a flood, and she fell into sleep soon.

After a while, the other priestesses also ended their prayers, put on their clothes and went to sleep.

There was no way. It wasn't that they were unwilling to take off their clothes, but that supplies were too scarce. Almost all the tents were broken into strips of cloth and used as bandages.

Considering that the Moon Priestesses of the Sisterhood of Elune are all women, in order for them to work hard to take care of the wounded, they can have a good sleep every morning because as long as they are woken up and see the green color in the sky that seems to have weird magic Whirlpool, nine times out of ten, they would never be able to sleep again. The top military officials specially allocated the few remaining tents to them.

just

To say this is a tent is actually not standard enough.The clean tents were all broken down into bandages, and the rest were dirty, and some even had a lot of blood stains on them.It had to be broken into three halves, and each of the three priestesses could only sleep under a piece of tattered canvas held up by a few sticks or broken spears. The back was covered with stones and the front was open.

No matter how much quarrels the aristocratic private army and ordinary soldiers have, everyone still respects the Priestess of the Moon who is always giving selflessly.

Everyone fell into a deep sleep.

Except for the faint groans of pain from the seriously injured people outside and the gentle questioning voice of the priestess on duty, no sound could be heard.

rustle

There was a soft sound of footsteps, and a dark figure appeared in the wounded barracks.

Jarod Shadowsong's arms were bulging, and the robe covering his armor was tightly wrapped. He tried his best to lower his steps, walked past the wounded on the ground, and nodded slightly to greet the priestess on duty. At the same time, he raised a raised eyebrow on his lips. A finger signaled her to keep quiet, and then she approached Maiev's tent.

Seeing that his sister and several priestesses had fallen asleep, and after confirming that they were all asleep and would not be awakened, he put his hand into his outer robe.

Taking out a deflated water bag, he lifted up the backpack containing medical supplies that Maiev had placed next to him. After confirming that the water bag was tightly closed, he stuffed it under the backpack, covered the backpack on top, and adjusted the angle. Make sure that the water pocket underneath cannot be seen from any direction.

After doing all this, he stared at Maiev's face for a while, and saw that her lips were still chapped, and he couldn't help but sigh silently.

I'm afraid she didn't drink any of the water that was delivered not long ago, and gave it all to the wounded.

Jarod suddenly hesitated, whether he should take the water bag back and put it on himself, and force Maiev to drink it when she woke up at night.

Otherwise, given Maiev's character, she would rather lick her lips a hundred times with her dry tongue and then tear off the dead skin on them. She would definitely pretend that she was not thirsty and continue to give water to the wounded.I would never take a sip unless I was so thirsty that I felt dizzy.

Jarod shook his head, and ultimately did not do so. He just tucked Maiev's spare robe in as a quilt and left quietly.

Maiev had a dream.

She arrived at the western outskirts of Suramar City, where birds were singing and flowers were fragrant.

a sweet dream.

Because right in front of us is the small courtyard of the prophet.

The bright moonlight shines on the earth, making the hazy dreamland as beautiful as a fairyland.She was wearing a ceremonial robe that swept the floor at the back, and walked slowly on the green grass with her slender legs bare.

She was full of expectations, but she didn't understand why this inexplicable expectation came from.The forest leaves rustling in the breeze are like whispers echoing in my ears, telling myself

I am expecting someone.

Maiev suddenly frowned.The moment she realized that these thoughts did not belong to her, the dream began to fluctuate quietly.The place of death where he had been trapped for ten days alternated with the green fields of the western suburbs, sometimes showing beauty, and sometimes showing horrific scenes of evil energy surging and fiery red clouds rolling endlessly in the sky.

She woke up inexplicably, feeling fear gripping her heart tightly and trying hard to wake up.

But a breeze blew by, and she felt in a trance, as if her thoughts had been emptied and she had forgotten everything.

Thinking slowly returns.

Maiev felt like she was having a dream.

It seems like

a sweet dream.

Everything in the dream was so beautiful. The prophet's courtyard was close at hand, and in the distance was the forest in the western suburbs where birds were singing and flowers were fragrant. The dense tree crowns were gently swaying in the breeze, and the forest leaves were rustling. The scenery was extremely pleasant.

Full of expectations, she gently opened the courtyard door.

But there was nothing in the yard, and the prophet's house only had its own shape. Maiev clearly remembered that the hut on the left had a flower bed in front of it, and the door of the other hut opened forward, and its style was not that of a night elf.

this dream

it's wired.

And

What am I expecting and why should I expect it?

The dreamland fluctuated again, the breeze blew by, and the trance disappeared quickly.

Maiev discovered

I had a dream.

In this beautiful dream, I was wearing a wreath on my head and a moon-white gauze dress, walking barefoot on the road to the prophet's courtyard.

She longed to see the Seer, to meet the man Elune had revealed.With great joy, she opened the courtyard door.

brush, brush

The enchanted broom is sweeping the ground on its own, and the magic puppet carefully moves

Fill in the flower bed and tap on the budding flower buds.Through the half-closed wooden window, one could vaguely see the bookshelf filled with magic books in the prophet's house.

prophet

Angmar Morningstar

Maiev felt strong emotions in her heart and walked over quickly.She longed to open the door and see Angmar sitting behind the table, lazily reading a book.

But suddenly, she discovered that there seemed to be a very tall and large stone tablet in the yard.

Maiev's attention followed Ruoyouruowu's guidance and inexplicably shifted to the stone tablet.The stone tablet was filled with densely packed small characters. She squeezed her eyes, trying to see clearly the content on the stone tablet. However, as the perspective changed as she moved forward, she discovered that there was a gorgeous moonstone behind the stone tablet. Beautifully crafted sarcophagus.

There is also a humanoid statue lying flat on the sarcophagus.The statue held hands on its chest, lifelike. Although it was colorless, Maiev felt that the robe of the statue was red and the skin was white.

How

Familiar with.

Maiev suddenly felt inexplicably frightened and walked forward quickly.

This time, she could see the words on the stone tablet clearly.

On the top of the stele, it was written in night elf language

Tomb of the Prophet.

Maiev fell to the ground, tears welling up uncontrollably.