Mavi. Shadow Song looks very much in line with the mainstream aesthetic of the Night Elves for women.

Or rather, the Night Elves don't have ugly girls.

Well...... This changed to a dignified appearance for priestesses?

After all, she is a woman who serves the gods.

Mavi. Shadow Song and Tyrande. The grievances of the style of language are just a bridge of third-rate romance in peacetime.

Mavi is less than 100 years old when he grows up to Tyrande, and in front of these two beauties who are more than five figures in age, a hundred years is just a flick of a finger, and people only remember that these are two peers.

But the Shadow Song family was only born as a commoner, while the Yufeng family was an upper-class elf.

This was Mavi's initial impression of Tyrande———— a noble lady who was accompanied by two little licking dogs.

What really changed the relationship between Mavi and Tyrande was the war that affected the whole world.

The Burning Legion has torn through false camouflage and ravaged the world, and all the Night Elves have gone to war, and the priestesses are no exception.

The lives of the elder sisters are like moths to a fire, and there are no exceptions in the face of war, and Mavi thinks that she is ready to sacrifice.

And yet she survived.

Because the high-ranking priestess Dijana attacked the young priests with a deadly demonic attack.

The hymn of the elves is fearless devotion.

No leader goes first, no elder comes first, and in the most difficult moments, the most valuable elves give up their most precious lives.

As she lay dying, looking at the rookies, Dijana chose Tyrande as her successor and ordered her to lead the priesthood to continue the fight.

Mavi was stunned, she thought it would be herself.

But the guru's last order, Mavi chose to obey.

The real root cause of the breakdown of Mavi's relationship with Tyrande is an innocent backstabber, Mavi. Shadow Song's younger brother ———— Garrod. Shadow Song.

The little captain of the guard of the Black Raven Castle became the supreme commander of the Night Elf armed forces by chance, a great project to turn the tide and save the world, and became the pride of the Shadow Song family.

Mavi is proud of her brother, proud from the bottom of her heart.

This is a counterattack by the commoner family against the upper elven nobles.

However, the most important brother in his life abandoned all the evaporation of the world at the most glorious moment and let go of the power at his fingertips.

Mavi. How much Shadow Song loved his brother before, how much he hated Garrod at this time, and even openly called him a sinner of the Night Elves.

As a result, Malfurion and Tyrande, who had gained supreme leadership of the Night Elves, also became targets of Mavi's hatred.

Over the years, Malfurion proved himself with impeccable results, and Mavi had to admit that Malfurion was a competent leader.

But Tyrande ......

The two entered the cell one after the other, and with a wave of Mavi's hand, the door closed.

"Tyrande, will your wayward behavior continue? Leave now, and I can act as if nothing happened. ”

Mavi had calmed down by this time, and she tried to make a final negotiation.

"Mavi, I don't understand what you're talking about, this time, I'm on business, and you and your watchmen, resist ~ order ~ not ~ obey...... If I admit my mistake now, I can act as if nothing happened. ”

"Malfurion won't condone your behavior."

"Then why do you think that nasty little guy from Vandal would sign such an order?"

"Of course it'......"

Mavi was stunned in the middle of speaking.

"What happened to Malfurion?"

"Mavi, with your status, these are no secrets, but jealousy keeps you from the crowd. Let go of preconceptions, now we need Illidan. ”

"No way, don't forget that he used to be a lackey of Sargeras!"

"That's not what you're holding him for."

"Don't think!"

"I have official documents."

"Unless I ......"

"Don't talk to death, I have no reason to want you to die."

Occupying the absolute upper hand, Tyrande has a rare calmness, and his words are actually reasonable.

Mavi shuddered with anger, and finally, came up with a solution that neither she nor Tyrande would be surprised by.

"So, let's have a fight, whoever wins has the final say."

"Good! How long has it been? It's been a long time since I've sparred with Mavi's seniors! ”

"Hmph, my men are defeated."

"Hey, bullying a child whose body is not fully developed, Mavi's predecessors back then are really shameless."

In the era of the apprentice priest, Tyrande had just joined the priesthood for further study, and had been "educated" by Mavi ruthlessly, and the adults had a large number of Tyrande who would never hold a grudge.

At this time, due to fate, Tyrande's heart actually became hot.

Scars are the medal of all warriors, regardless of gender.

The faint magic lamp serves more as a warning, but the darkness can't obscure the night elves' vision.

In the blink of an eye, Mavi rushed forward first.

Raising knees, kicking, turning around and digging waists, whipping fists, and hugging, to no avail.

The human inhabitants of Stratholme are completely unimaginable to Alonthos. The Fa Ao will be the heir of the Fist of the Big Dipper, but the Night Elves will not find it incomprehensible that Tyrande is a master of martial arts.

10,000 years is too long.

But the horrors of the Burning Legion are etched into the hearts of every survivor.

Tyrande never relaxed his personal practice.

Whether it's magic or martial arts.

Seeing the move to crack Mavi's attack, Tyrande knew he had won.

If it is a fully armed life-and-death fight, Tyrande is not sure of victory, the berserker in the shadows of the Warden, the Basaka of the Assassins, is a very formidable opponent, the living death that harvests life.

But at this time, the fists and kicks are combined, and Mavi's disadvantage is too great.

Her body and state are fatally flawed.

Mavi's scarred body was filled with the experience gained from thousands of battles, but she was too tired.

Mavi rushed back in a day and two nights, and she didn't even drink a sip of water, she was so tired.

Mavi had been carrying out tasks like suffering for tens of thousands of years, and she had stretched herself too hard.

And Tyrande, God is full.

There is even spare time to take care of the skin.

So it's not a fair contest at all.

If Mavi. It is impossible for Shadow Song to defeat Tyrande in such a huge disadvantaged game without the awareness of killing him.

But the proud Mavi stubbornly believes that Tyrande's talent and hard work are not as good as her except for her birth and shit luck.

Arrogance was the original sin that caused her defeat

From the simple addition of fists and kicks to the use of spell abilities, without the help of rune dagger positioning, Mavi forcibly flashed to create a mobile phone, and the spatial rift cut a new wound on her body.

But to no avail, Tyrande summoned the Spirit of the Owl to perfectly block every strange punch from Mavi.

Unable to make another move, Mavi took off her shirt, twisted it into a cloth stick, and swept it in Tyrande's face.

Tyrande glanced at Mavi's chest, distressed that even these private parts were scarred, and at the same time showed a smile that I had won in this regard.

Then the priestess reached out and took off the hair ring she had used to tie her hair and put it on her hand, and the cloak was scattered with two more fingered tigers.

“……”

“……”

Tyrande and Mavi were stunned at the same time, and their movements paused slightly.

The heart is really dirty......

A heavy thud came through the thick walls of the cell, and the elves outside the door felt that it was not the leader of the Watchers and the priestess of the moon who were in the cells, but two ancient beasts.

After a long time, the fighting stopped, the cell door rang, and Tyrande walked out with his hair all over his body, although the moon cloth was seriously damaged, and his arms were bruised, but the irrepressible pride and comfort could be seen by everyone.

Victory without force is also victory.

Tyrande knew that Mavi's exhausted body could not sustain a war of attrition, that there was no means of a quick victory, and that the Valuern's vaunted martial arts were of little use.

"Give the armor to Lord Mavi."

"No need to ......"

Mavi walked out unclothed, and put on the Watchman's armor one by one in front of everyone.

Mavi then opened the door to the cell where Illidan was being held.

"Let's go."

In front of the three subordinates who held out to the end, Mavi didn't criticize anything, just left gloomily.

Walking into the cell and looking at Illidan who was locked in his five senses, Tyrande had mixed feelings.

Instead of sealing Illidan away, Mavi used a Imprisonment spell to seal Illidan's perception.

For 10,000 years, Illidan has lived like this, feeling nothing......

In an instant, Tyrande felt that he had just been beaten lightly.

What a vicious punishment!

"Is that you, my flower?"

Obviously, all five senses were sealed, and he was stripped of his connection to the world, but the moment Tyrande walked in, Illidan raised his head and asked such a sentence.

With her back to the crowd, the priestess of the moon burst into tears.