Tyrande's little Nightblade Leopard was examined by Cenaris the next day. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A soft green faint overflowed from Cenarius's fingertips, and the light shrouded the little thing's body, and the Nightblade Leopard, who couldn't open his eyes, hummed comfortably and fell asleep again.

"How?" Seeing that Cenarius had withdrawn the spell, Tyrande, who had been staring at Cenarius nervously, couldn't help but immediately ask.

"No big deal." Cenarius returned the little thing to Tyrande and said, "Although I am a little weak from the loss of my mother's breastfeeding, I am still healthy and have nothing to worry about. As long as you feed carefully in the future, there will be no major problems. ”

"Huh......" Hearing Cenarius's words, Tyrande breathed a sigh of relief and laughed heartily, and she gently rubbed the cheek of the little Nightblade Leopard in her arms with her eyes closed and asleep, and her expression was gentle.

"Then we're going." Simon spoke.

"Be careful on the road." Malfurion said goodbye to him. Illidan hurried to time and Tyrande didn't know what he was muttering.

"A little gift to you, and I wish you all the best of luck." With a wave of his hand, Cenarius flew around Simon and Tyrande a few times, slowly dissipating into Simon and Tyrande's bodies.

"Teacher, what kind of spell is this?" Malfurion asked curiously.

"Nature's gift. As long as you don't take the initiative to harm the creatures in the forest, they will bypass you without any special circumstances. Cenarius suddenly thought of something and added with a smile. Although it may not be of much help to you. ”

Tyrande smiled and thanked. "No, no, no, such a spell is too good, thank you."

For Simon, it really doesn't make much difference. The dragon doesn't seem to have any natural enemies at this time. However, if he and Tyrande were treated differently, it would be too easy to show that he was different. So he didn't say much, smiled at Cenarius, and thanked him briefly.

Before he got to Luteland, he was embarrassed to say that he wanted to go to Sastara to find Rasuni. This decision surprised everyone.

"Since Rasuni also has a Nightblade Leopard, I thought I could ask her how to take care of the Nightblade Leopard first." Tyrande explained.

Malfurion felt no difference. Simon felt that although he regretted not being able to go to Sulama, it was good not to have to take a detour. Of course, it would have been better if Illidan's eyes hadn't come at him.

When he came out, Simon walked for a long time because he had to do the magic point mission and deliberately took Malfurion around, but in fact, it was not far back from the Cenarius woodland.

The two made their way back to Sastara Rasuni's home safe and sound.

Rasuni was not at home.

Maybe during the time they were away, Rasuni had already explained to her mother for a long time, in short, now Rasuni's mother looked at Simon's expression with regret. Hearing Tyrande ask about Rasuni's whereabouts, she was a little listless and said, "Isn't this the Moon God Sacrifice, Rasuni has gone to help the Night's Watch maintain order." ”

The Moon God Festival is not over yet, which surprises Simon.

After all, Tyrande is an indigenous and is very familiar with the Luna Sacrifice. She silently calculated in her heart, and was very happy: "I didn't expect us to be so lucky, and when we came back, we could catch up with the tail of the Moon God Sacrifice." I thought I'd miss it. ”

Rasuni's mother took the opportunity to suggest: "Why don't you go shopping too, maybe you can meet Rasuni, after all, we are a small village here." The place is that big. Thinking that Tyrande was from the big city of Sulama, she added: "It's not that I'm boasting, the craftsmen from this moon god festival may not be much worse than Sulama." ”

Simon thought that there was nothing to do left and right, and it would be good to go shopping. He hasn't had a chance to participate in this festival since he came to this world. And no matter what world girls are in, shopping is a kind of nature. Tyrande wished there was someone to accompany him shopping. So after Tyrande happily settled his little Nightblade Leopard, the two of them went to the Luna Festival together.

After leaving, Simon felt that the Moon God Sacrifice was similar to the temple fair in his own world. Sastara is not a big place, but it is very lively. After all, Tyrande beside her was a young girl, and in such a lively atmosphere, she couldn't help but show a little bit of excitement and liveliness that was different from usual.

"What's there?" Tyrande saw a large crowd in front of a stall, and couldn't help but be curious and walked over to find out.

"Be careful." Simon gentlemanly escorted her through the crowd.

"It's beautiful......"

It turned out to be a stall selling handicrafts. The stall owner was a man who looked to be a little older. Hearing Tyrande's compliment, he glanced up. When I saw that it was a beautiful young girl, I smiled and was very proud.

"Little girl, you have a lot of vision. I learned my craft in Ethaline. Not to mention here, even Nazaras and Sulama may not have the same good craftsmanship as me. ”

Who knows if what he says is true or not, listen to his self-aggrandizement. Tyrande only smiled and did not answer, but still looked at the crafts on the stall with great interest.

Simon followed suit, curiously looking at the work of the ancient Night Elves.

I don't know if the craftsman boasted about it, but it was undeniable that the things in his booth were a little more delicate and beautiful than Simon's other stalls he had seen before—otherwise he wouldn't have gathered so many people here.

Bracelets with beautiful cut-outs, gold hair ornaments inlaid with rubies, lifelike animal ornaments, and beautiful dolls with life-like colors.

Simon's eyes fell on the beautiful dolls, and he suddenly remembered a painful past.

What a lapse of time! How many versions!

Ever since Warcraft had the Archaeology point card killer, he had wasted almost all of his time on this deputy job.

But even so, he still couldn't dig up Tyrande's beloved doll.

Thinking of those years of burning cards, Simon couldn't help but tear up a handful of tears for himself.

As a tribal player, is it easy to dig up the archaeology of the Night Elves? Is it easy? Is it easy!!

Simon's eyes narrowed, and he tossed aside the painful memory of digging in the gray valley and being beaten into a dog by the guards.

He made an important decision.

"How much does this cost?" He said, pointing to the doll.

The stall owner looked at it and was very happy. "Two gold coins."

"So expensive?" Tyrande was shocked, and her woman's instinct made her haggle. "At this price, even Sulama is not so expensive."

"Oh, little girl, I can tell you, my craftsmanship may not be comparable to that of Surama. I can swear to the moon god - it's worth it! Besides, it's not you who pay for it, let your boyfriend buy it for you, what do you feel sorry for? The stall owner smirked.