"I take the liberty of asking, Brooks, ...... you What ethnicity are you? ”

Tyrande asked with some concern, whether it was in her hometown or her education in the Temple of the Moon, she had never heard of someone who looked like this, and it seemed that he belonged more to a certain social group than to a person, and if the Night Elves had seen such intelligent beings, they would surely remember it.

Brooks became re-altered and vigilant. Tyrande's question reminded him of his current situation, and Brooks didn't want to expose the Tribe's information until he figured it out.

Tyrande quickly realized that he had asked the wrong question. If he would have answered, he would have confessed long before the Moon Guard captured him.

"You misunderstood...... I don't mean anything else......"

Tyrande tried to explain, but Brooks stopped talking, making her think that Brooks was using her as a lobbyist for the elves.

Bloxs picked up the bowl on the floor and handed it to Tyrande, apparently not going to give out any more information.

"Zi ~ Bang!"

Without warning, a burst of energy suddenly appeared, hitting Brooks' hand in an instant, and the orc screamed and retracted his hand, and the bowl fell to the ground and shattered.

The guards on the side were startled, but then came to their senses and aimed their spears at the orcs, forcing the angry Blox's eyes to keep backing away.

"Tyrande, are you alright? This beast didn't hurt you, did it? ”

An anxious, familiar voice rang in Tyrande's ears.

It's Illidan.

Tyrande turned around angrily and glared at Illidan, "He didn't want to hurt me at all!" Illidan, how can you attack others at will! ”

"I'm just worried about you!" Illidan frowned, "This beast, he ......"

"He's in a cage, how can he hurt me! Moreover, he is not a beast either. He has a name, his name is Brooks! "Tyrande is really angry, she doesn't intend to take any information from Blox, she just wants to follow the guidance of the moon god and spread her kindness and fraternity.

Originally, she was close to succeeding, but Illidan ruined everything......

"Brooks?" Illidan looked at the orc with some suspicion, and Brooks gave him a terrifying grin, his fangs frowning. "Even if it had a name, to me, it was no different from an unevolved beast."

"He just wants to get the bowl back!"

Illidan glanced at the broken bowl on the floor and sincerely apologized to Tyrande: "I'm sorry, I may have been a little reckless. But in that case, I acted completely subconsciously, Tyrande, you know! ”

Tyrande's face froze, then fell silent.

"Thank you for your concern! Illidan, but I'm pretty sure, I'm fine. Tyrande glanced at Brooks, who was in the middle of the cage. The orc was covering his injured finger with his other hand, which was already charred and blackened, and his eyes were also hit by a burst of magic, oozing blood.

Brooks' icy gaze was fixed on the two of them, neither ranting at them angrily nor asking for treatment.

"You can't go over!" Illidan slammed into his way, and Tyrande tried to heal the beast. If he hadn't attacked the beast, Illidan might have let her pass, but now, the cold gaze in the orc's eyes made Illidan not at all feel at ease that Tyrande was close to the beast.

"Illidan, I want you to stand back."

"Why, Tyrande?" Illidan's golden eyes flashed with doubt and pain, could it be that the friendship between the two for hundreds of years was not comparable to a beast?

"Is it for me? Illidan. ”

Illidan held back his anger and glanced at the woman he loved, but finally listened to her and got out of the way.

Just as Tyrande took Brooks' hand and was about to begin praying for the Moon Goddess's blessing to heal his wounds, a rush of footsteps was heard.

Both Tyrande and Illidan turned around, fearing that the Moon Guardian had arrived.

But when he turned his head, he saw a strange man who looked taller than the elf, wearing a blue dress, a strange pattern curved on his chest, and a red cloak behind him.

It was indeed the Moon Guard, and the footsteps were theirs. But they're still on the other side of the street, coming this way.

Who is this person in front of you? When did he come behind them? A sense of vigilance rose in Illidan's heart, and he quietly began to prepare to cast a spell.

"Your Excellency!"

The guard got down on one knee and saluted Carl respectfully, causing Illidan to dissipate the magic in his hand.

My lord? I've never heard of such an adult, and this stranger in front of me is not a Night Elf at first glance.

"Star Bringer?"

As the priest of the Moon Temple, Tyrande was naturally clear about the fact that the Moon God appeared a few days ago and blessed the entire Surama, but at that time she was still praying sincerely and did not see the appearance of the Star Messenger. Illidan, on the other hand, had just arrived in Sulama City from his hometown, so naturally he didn't know the new Star Emissary.

Karl first looked at Tyrande and Illidan curiously. Tyrande is still dressed as a priest of the Moon Temple, and he does look very beautiful, but he has a lot less temperament than Azhara, and Illidan, the future demon hunter, who flashed an inexplicable gaze on the side, still looks like an impulsive young man, and his golden eyes do look different.

He had been waiting for this scene for a long time, in fact, the reason why he came to Sulama City was to agree to Ravenkeys's invitation to stay at Blackcrow Fort precisely to wait for Brooks to appear.

Because, the appearance of the orcs means that the battle of the ancients has suddenly taken its steps.

"Call me Carl. I'm not used to hearing the messenger of the stars. ”

Karl smiled at the priestess, not caring for Illidan's wary gaze.

"Yes, Star...... My lord! ”

Tyrande bowed slightly, expressing his courtesy, but still did not dare to call Karl by his name directly.

Karl smiled helplessly, not caring about his name, the priests of the Temple of the Moon believed in Karl's identity more than anyone else.

"Let me treat him."

Carl walked to the cage, the guard did not stop him, he took the initiative to get out of the way, and no one who had arrived at the moon guard stood up to stop him, Illidan looked at Carl with some surprise, he didn't expect that even the moon guard who was high above acquiesced to Carl's behavior.

Blox, who was in the cage, stared blankly the moment Carl appeared, how could the god of war of the alliance appear here?

Brox's heart was shocked, whether it was the war between the orcs and the Alliance, or the battle between the Horde and the Alliance against the Burning Legion, Brooks witnessed the strength of the Alliance God of War again and again, those powerful demons who easily killed his comrades, but in front of the god of war, they were as fragile as children, and in the dazzling light, pieces of demons turned to ashes.

In addition to the worship of Cal's might, there was also a trace of fear in the hearts of the orcs. Although the god of war did not attack the Horde during the resistance to the Burning Legion, his indifferent gaze sent chills down the sleeves of Brocks.

Karl noticed the shock in Blox's eyes, only to see himself in disbelief. A golden glow appeared on Karl's hand and fell on Brox's wound. The wound, which was originally oozing blood and charred black, continued to squirm and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Except for Brooks, everyone else present was stunned!

What kind of power is this!

Tyrande's two beautiful eyes widened wide, staring at Brooks's wound without blinking, the golden light still lingering there, continuing to heal his wound.

It's not that Tyrande hasn't seen high-ranking priests cast moonlight spells to heal the wounded, but even the healing spells they cast are far less obvious than the effect of the golden light in front of them, which ...... It's a miracle! (To be continued.) )