With the tedious prayer ritual over, Tyrande could finally have some time to himself. Since becoming the priest of the Temple of the Moon, Tyrande has been cautious in her words and actions, and she has been preoccupied with every prayer, which can greatly drain her energy. Even the benevolence and fraternity of the Moon Goddess do not care about any of this.

Focusing on his devotion to the Moon Goddess, Tyrande forgot about the worries that worried him for a moment. Malfurion was still learning natural magic with his teacher, while Illidan was working his fighting skills. Tyrande is very happy with the current state of affairs.

Before you know it, Tyrande has arrived at the largest square in Sulama City.

In the center of the square, a group of elves gathered there. Most of them gesture, point at a certain place in the center, or swear or sarcastically.

Tyrande walked over curiously.

The elves knew the young priestess, and when someone spotted her, they immediately made way for her and patted the others on the shoulder to warn them. Then, more people took the initiative to make way for her so that she could get close to the very center of the square smoothly.

There is a cage in the middle, slightly shorter than her. The cage was made of a sturdy iron rod, and it appeared that a wild beast was being held inside. Because of his strength, the cage rattled and there was an animal-like roar from time to time. The onlookers were full of discussions.

The elves standing in front of her refused to move any longer, and they stood still when someone was filming. But she was still very curious, so she could only see what was going on through the cracks.

She gasped for air.

"What is this?" Tyrande blurted out.

"Nobody knows." There happened to be a sentry on duty, wearing the cuirass and robes of the guards of Sulama City. "The Moon Guard used magic three times to get him here."

Tyrande looked around, but didn't see the Moon Guard dressed as a mage. Looking back, she realized that the cage had been enchanted, and it was no wonder that the Moon Guards had left it to these ordinary guards to guard with confidence.

What's in the cage exactly?

Tyrande took two steps closer curiously.

Certainly not dwarves, Tyrande was the first to decide. The caged beast - let's call it that way - was crouching, but he was only slightly shorter than the Night Elves, and the bulging muscles on his broad shoulders and chest showed his strength.

An onlooker poked the beast with a golden stick, but the beast did not resist at first, not even a trace of expression on its face, until everyone around him followed suit, and the beast grabbed the stick violently, and then broke it in two with a "snap". His face contorted with anger, and he even let out a low growl full of menace, and the chains on his wrists and ankles rattled as he pulled them.

Tyrande suddenly felt compassion, and Elune's kindness and fraternity taught the priests to be the same. As vicious as the beast looked, he and the rudimentary armor he wore - at least it meant that he was from some civilized place, not a truly unintelligent beast.

"Can you give him some food and water?"

"The Moon Guard has already given it to him." The guard replied, pointing to an empty bowl in front of the beast.

"But he's such a big man...... Give him some more. Tyrande pleaded with the guards.

"I'm sorry, I can't agree to your request without their orders." The guard said, his eyes still fixed on the crowd.

"Then I'll bring him some food and water myself!" Tyrande looked at the guard stubbornly, his eyes flashing with undoubtedness.

"This ......," the guard was a little afraid to look her in the eye, "Honorable priest, I don't advise you to do this. This beast might bite off your hand and swallow it. Instead of eating the food and water you brought him, you might as well leave. ”

Tyrande didn't answer, just turned away.

Broxs didn't care about the priestess's words, and during his days with the elves fighting the Burning Legion, learning to understand basic elven language was one of his proudest things. He didn't look closely at the priestess who spoke for him, the Night Elves had been enemies of the Orcs and then allies in battle, and Brooks knew that many of the Night Elves were of noble character of kindness and fraternity.

I'm a coward!

Brooks blamed himself deeply.

They were dying and struggling around him.

Everywhere Brooks looked, his buddies were dying. Garneau grew up with him since he was a child, and his relationship was as good as that of his own brother, but he also fell, and his body was cut into several pieces. The executioner was a tall, fierce demon with a blue face and fangs. But Brooks immediately avenged his brother, and he jumped on the demon and howled. The sharp axe slashed at the demon, who was wearing armor but was still split in two.

The Burning Legion is still coming, and the number of orcs is dwindling. Only a small fraction of them are still stubbornly resisting the enemy, but they are dying almost every minute.

Previously, Thrall had actually deployed defensive methods, and it was impossible for the Burning Legion to attack them. The tribe is calling for help, but it will take time. They need Brooks and his brothers.

Orcs are still getting fewer and fewer. Dunr fell suddenly, his head falling to the ground, and blood flowed profusely; Fei Ze had already died, his body was unrecognizable, he was buried in a green flame, but he was not burned alive, but the green flame corroded and dissolved his body.

Blox's resolute battle axe in the face of a terrifying foe was a waste. He sweated profusely, but as soon as he looked ahead, he saw more orcs falling.

More and more ......

Everybody's dead! Except for Blox himself!

Although his chieftain Thrall himself told him that his scars were the best proof of his bravery, he was a hero of the tribe and that his deeds were as revered as the orcs who sacrificed them.

But Brooks could not forgive himself, he felt that he should die in glory with his brothers.

So when Thrall needed someone to investigate the dragons and humans that appeared in Hyjal, Brooks stepped forward, and no one knew - the hero of the orcs was going to have a vigorous and epic battle, and then die with glory.

But now—Brooks looked around at the sneering and mocking faces around him, and he wasn't much angry, really! He just felt helpless and lost that he was going to die in a way that was not his own ideal will.

Those abominable mages.

Brooks remembered the battle he had fought when he was discovered, and he thought the battle he wanted was coming, only to be stunned by the men known as the Moon Guardians with three rounds of white moonlight magic.

"Oh God!" He muttered to himself, "Hear me, give me one last chance to fight, let me die in glory." ”

Brooks looked up at the sky and prayed silently.

Tyrande returned, with a piece of bacon in her hand and a bowl of soup. She had bought it from the vendor, and although she insisted on paying, the vendor refused to take her money, so Tyrande had to give him some prayers.

Most of the crowd had dispersed, after all, they were only momentarily curious about this beast that they had never seen before, and they were even less interested after seeing it.

Tyrande walked to the edge of the cage, and the elven guard tried to stop her, but was repelled by her determined gaze, but instead raised the spear in his hand and aimed it at Brooks in the cage.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?"

Brocks thought there was another visitor, but she didn't expect her to talk to her. He looked up, a look of surprise on his face.

"Tyran......" Blox's uttered a syllable, then forcibly stopped, and instead nodded to Tyrande.

"I've got some food for you."

Tyrande handed him the bowl, and Brooks hesitated, reaching out to catch the bowl that had almost slipped out of Tyrande's hand. He saw the fear on the priestess's face, and knew that she was frightened by her large, thick palms.

The priestess was ashamed of her actions and handed the meat to Blox.

This time Brooks took it unceremoniously, a huge piece of flesh torn apart by his long fangs, and then swallowed it almost without chewing it. The onlookers were stunned by his rough eating, and then they couldn't stand the horrible appearance of eating, and turned away one after another.

Ignoring the surprised and disgusted stares of the elves, Brooks ate the piece of meat in three or two bites, and then took the broth.

Until all the onlookers had left, Brooks drank the bowl of soup, then wiped his mouth with his hand and thanked the priestess: "Thank you! ”

Tyrande, and even the guards on the side, were a little surprised. They could hear it clearly, and though Brooks's tone was a little stiff, they could be sure that it was Salas—the language of the elves.

"You must be careful, priest." The guards issued a warning to Tyrande, who continued to advance. "He might break out of the cage and hurt you."

"He won't." Tyrande shook his head at the guard, then stared at Brooks tightly, "Am I right?" ”

Brooks shook his head, placed the bowl on the ground, and then retreated to the middle of the cage and sat down, the guard only a few steps back, but still vigilant.

"My name is Tyrande, and I'm a priest of the Temple of the Moon God."

Tyrande introduced himself, and then he waited for the other to introduce himself.

Brooks wasn't going to speak to the future Night Elf leader, he didn't know what was going on with him yet, and the Tyrande in front of him was clearly not the Night Elf leader when he fought against the Burning Legion with the Horde.

But Tyrande waited for his answer, and had no intention of giving up.

"Blox...... Brooks Sarufal! (To be continued.) )