The matter has basically reached a preliminary consensus, and the lords will naturally not stay here for long. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Elisander snorted coldly, turned around and opened a portal, stepped in, and returned to Sulama, not wanting to stay for a moment.

"This is the coordinates of the teleportation point of the Elya Mage Tower, and you can use this to directly open a one-time portal." Prince Farodis took a teleportation scroll from his pocket and handed it to the High Priest. Noticing that the High Priest's gaze was looking behind him unkindly, he followed the High Priest's gaze and turned back, and his head was suddenly covered with black lines—only to see Elya, who was full of research, tiptoeing towards Elune's Tears. How could Prince Farodis, who knew her very well, not know that this was a manifestation of her research temperament coming up again, but this was a holy relic of the Moon Temple, didn't you see that the high priest's forehead and tendons were up?

"That...... Let's go first. See you later. Prince Pharodis grabbed Elya's hand that was about to touch Elune's Tears in a flash, and another flickered away from Elune's Tears quickly, and then opened the portal with a neat movement.

"Wait, Farodis. I...... I'll just take a look, I don't touch it, oops......"

Dean El seemed to be desperate to stay and study the Tear of Elune, but the High Priest with a smiling face and a lower and lower air pressure around him pulled Dean El into the portal he had opened.

Lord Ravencath stayed a little longer, chatted with the High Priest about the woodland, and then tore up a teleportation scroll and left.

"Tyrande, are you really going?"

Seeing Tyrande take the teleportation scroll from the High Priestess, Illidan couldn't help but scream.

"Of course!" Tyrande clasped the teleportation scroll in his hands to his chest and looked at Illidan with a wary expression.

She couldn't see how Illidan could not see it, he jumped to his feet in anger, and was about to say something, but was pulled by Malfurion beside him.

Malfurion crossed him and smiled at the High Priest, "Honorable High Priest, can we go with Tyrande?" ”

The high priest looked at him a few times and smiled. "You are a disciple of Cenarius."

"Yes."

The smile on the corner of the High Priest's mouth was a little more. "Speaking of which, your teacher is also very close to us. If you are willing to go with Tyrande, I will never object to it. But your teacher's side ......"

"That's what you said." Malfurion replied respectfully, completely ignoring the anxious look of Illidan beside him. "If you don't mind, I'd like to go back and talk to the teacher before heading out with Tyrande. The teacher's residence is not far from here, but I hope that this precious time will not affect you. ”

"Of course it doesn't matter." The High Priest turned to Tyrande and said, "Tyrande, you go with him." Speaking of which, you're here together. As a guest of Cenarius, it is already my rudeness to be requisitioned by me without permission, and you should go and say goodbye to him. When the time comes, you'll just be able to leave the woodland, and you won't have to come to me again. ”

"What about you? High Priest. Tyrande said uneasily, "You're here alone, are you okay?" ”

"No problem." The High Priest touched her head and smiled, "Soon the elders will be here." And I'm not a helpless person, haha. ”

Tyrande bowed his head in embarrassment at her quip. How did she forget? Although the priests of the Moon Temple rarely used spells, they were all skilled in combat. So relieved, Tyrande decided to hurry up, and after saying goodbye to the high priest, he left with the Malfurion brothers.

In the empty woodland, only the high priest was left for a while.

After making sure that there was no one around, she suddenly stood up and said, "Come out, I know you're here." ”

The empty woodland was not even the sound of birds chirping and insects, and the voice of the high priest echoed and scattered in all directions.

No one?

But the High Priestess's still tense body showed her nervousness and unease.

"You don't have to be so nervous, I'm not hostile, and I don't have the desire to covet Elune's Tears." A cold boy sounded, and there seemed to be a smile in his voice, as if mocking the nervous posture of the high priest.

"If Your Excellency could come out and speak, your words might be more convincing." The high priest remained vigilant, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Oh, you're so nervous. There really is no hostility on this stammer. ”

Again, it was a woman's voice. The sound made the High Priest's eyes widen in surprise.

"Avina?"

"Hee-hee-hee......"

The laughter was accompanied by the slight flickering of wings.

The high priest looked towards the place where the voice had come from. The figures of the two people appeared there abruptly, as if they had existed from the beginning.

Standing there was a long, jade, blonde man, with a golden mask on his face that looked like some kind of bird, and it was impossible to see his appearance, but judging only from the lower half of the mask, he was also a peerless beautiful man. Behind him, a half-human, half-bird woman hung in the air.

She has the face and hair of a Night Elf, and her body is as slender and bumpy as that of a Night Elf, but under her slender legs are a pair of bird's claws, and her slender arms are also a pair of bird wings, and it is these wings that make her hang behind the man.

After seeing this half-human, half-bird woman, the high priest completely relaxed his vigilance.

"Avina, I thought you had finished the goddess's message and left. Since I stayed here, I didn't make a sound, but it scared me enough. ”

As Elune's messenger, it wasn't the first time that Avina had dealt with the High Priest. She grinned, her wings pointing at the man in front of her. "It's this man! He has something to say to the high priest. ”

The High Priest's gaze followed Avina's introduction to the man. "This is ......"

Avina grinned, asking for the man's opinion. "My lord, can you tell her?"

The man smiled softly. "I'd better introduce myself, or I'll be too rude."

"My name is," he bowed slightly to the High Priest. "Nozdorm."

"You know what? You know? Avina chirped in agreement, flicking her wings a little whimsily.

"Nozdorm?" The high priest repeated the name to the side, and she could hardly believe her ears. "The King of the Bronze Dragons?"

"Exactly down there." The man smiled even more kindly.