As the most important building in Darnassus, the Temple of the Moon has always been worshipped as a temple by the Night Elves. This ancient race believed that only in the Temple of the Moon were the Night Elves qualified to communicate and communicate with the Moon God.

When Freya flew to the door of the Moon Temple on the Horned Hippogriff, a gravity was so strong that it was impossible to resist and forced the Hippogriff to fall into the air. Glancing at Freya aggrievedly, she signaled that it had nothing to do with it. Freya patted the horned eagle's head lightly, rolled over and landed, and walked towards the temple like a proud queen.

Walking to the door, two female Night Elves guarding the gate of the Moon Temple stood in front of Freya, one of whom had pure green long hair and a tattoo on his face that was unique to the Moon Temple, and said coldly to Freya.

"Please get checked."

Freya asked with a mocking smile, pointing to her nose.

"Do you know me?"

The Night Elf who spoke shook his head slightly.

"Huh." With a slight sneer, ignoring the two guards as nothing, Freya walked straight towards the interior of the Moon Temple. The two Night Elves took out their dark gold boomerangs and blocked Freya's path without saying a word.

"Get out of the way." Freya said to the two guards in a chilly voice.

"Please get checked." The Night Elf who spoke did not let go, repeating like a machine.

Two vines containing poisonous stingers emerged from the ground, and the guards had already tied up the two of them before they knew it, and the paralyzing toxin quickly made the two guards weak, if it wasn't for the strong vines binding and fixing their bodies, they would have fallen to the ground weakly.

"Such an eyeless guard, where did the elder find it?" Freya said with a little displeasure, and immediately became furious when she saw the two Night Elves staring at her with the same eyes as undying enemies.

"All right, Freya. If you have already returned, don't quarrel with your people. ”

An old and gentle voice came from inside the Moon Temple, and two pillars of pale azure light fell on the two guards, and the vines seemed to be disintegrated and cut into countless pieces, and then collapsed. The toxins that had attached to the guards were also purged by the afterglow of the pillar of light.

"Liya, Ming. Don't stop her, she's qualified to enter the Temple of the Moon. ”

The two Night Elves immediately bowed to Freya, not feeling any resistance from being subdued by the shackles, as if that was how it should be.

With a slight snort, Freya didn't want to look at the two guards and walked straight into the Temple of the Moon God.

The Temple of the Moon God is divided into two floors. Upon entering the first floor, you will be greeted by a circular water altar with a statue of a Night Elf holding the moon dew in the center of the altar. The clear blue moon dew flows from the moon dew in the altar. Also known as the Essence of the Moon, the Night Dew is a rare and precious treasure unique to the Night Elves, and the maintenance of the World Tree depends on this Moon Dew. Due to the presence of the moon's dew, the trees on the first floor of the Moon Temple are dense and verdant, exuding a strong and vigorous vitality. At each of the four corners of the Altar of the Water Rite is a flowerbed with a shimmering blue light, planted with one of the few sacred flowers unique to Darnassus, the Flower of Elune.

The strength of the Night Elves who can enter the Moon Temple to cultivate and guard is unfathomable, and the weakest ones have the strength of a sixth-level professional. Although there are not many of them, the defense is impregnable.

"It's back here again, it's boring." Freya looked at the familiar scenery inside the Moon Temple with some distraction, and said lightly.

"Your Excellency, you're back." In front of the Water Altar, a short-haired Night Elf with his hands entwined by tree threads and a plain pale green and yellow dress walked up to Freya and saluted respectfully.

"Yo, it's Aranhia. Are you a priestess now? ”

Aranthia nodded slightly and said with a smile.

"Thank you for your concern, I was lucky enough to pass the council's assessment three months ago."

"Hey, then I have to congratulate you." Freya happily said to Aranhia, and it was clear that she had a good relationship with Aranshia.

"Thank you, sir. The elders have been waiting for the adults on the second floor, so it's better not to keep them waiting. Aranthia kindly reminded.

"Cut, becoming a priestess is boring too. Really. Freya pursed her lips, dismissive of the so-called elders, and sneered at Aranthia in passing.

"Please hurry up, sir." Aranthia bowed slightly.

"Got it." Replying to her unhappily, Freya put her hands behind her back and walked slowly to the second floor of the Moon Temple as if shopping. When the night elves passing by saw Freya, they all bowed and saluted, and one of them, who had a white beard and a knotted beard, was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and said to Freya tremblingly.

"Freya, you! When did you get back. ”

"Hah, Darros Moon Spear. I haven't seen you grow your beard for so long, do you want me to clean it up for you? Freya slyly said to the old Night Elf.

"Don't. Leave me alone, Freya. Daros covered his beard and said to Freya in a slurred voice, obviously afraid that she had reached a level.

"My lord, let's not waste time." Aranthia whispered to Freya.

"Oh, got it!" Freya replied in a long voice, glancing at Darros' beard with a malicious smile.

"I'll clean you up later."

Under Darros' fearful gaze, Freya contentedly stepped up the spiral staircase to the second floor of the Temple of the Moon.

The second floor of the Temple of the Moon is the most important place in Darnassus. Whether it is the Night Elves making decisions or welcoming the leaders of the various forces to negotiate, it is all done on the second floor of the Moon Temple. This is the Nightmare of Darnassus known to the young Night Elves, because it has the most majestic and powerful elder group of the Night Elves. It was a group of people who were pedantic in Freya's eyes, but they didn't dare to offend. The character of the little witch of Ephrea did not dare to easily offend the majesty of the elder group, and its horror and horror can be seen.

Walking to the second floor of the Temple of the Moon God, Freya restrained the strange elves and became extremely serious. Following Aranthia to a wide, semicircular platform on the second floor, Freya stopped. His eyes looked at the elders who were sitting on the front seat.

In the depths of the platform, six elders of different ages and professions were divided into two columns, three on the left and three on the right, sitting side by side. Two tall, empty people, covered with vines and branches, stood in the center of the platform. These two seats were the most honorable seats in Darnassus, and their owners were Malfurion Fury and Tyrandian Wind. These two long-lost Night Elf leaders.

"Freya, do you know to come back?" The one who scolded Freya in a bad tone was a female night elf sitting on the far left with a dark gray starry staff, with a majestic and cold appearance, just sitting there and reprimanding gave people an invisible but tangible majesty.

"Astali is star-chasing. Darnassus is my home, I have a problem coming back? Freya hated the elder who rebuked her, and replied without giving an inch.

"Freya, don't think that because you are the leader's sister, I dare not punish you. I could have banished you back then, and now, I can. Astari said to Freya in a cold voice.

Freya stretched out her index finger and shook it at Astari with a serious and serious expression.

"Elder Punishment, I want to explain two things to you. First, I have a place in Darnassus and a position to speak to you on an equal footing, not because I am Tyrande's sister, but because I am Freya. Second, I left Darnassus not because of your expulsion, but because I wanted to go out and breathe. Now, I'm back. If you want to get me out of Darnassus, try it.

"You!" Astali's eyes froze, and the stars on his staff shone with dazzling brilliance. The corners of Freya's mouth turned up slightly, and the surging power of nature boiled violently. The scene suddenly became tense.

"Ahem, ahem." The night elves of the second year on the right seat coughed violently. Dissolves the surging power of nature and the power of the bright stars. It was an old Night Elf, too old to estimate his true age. Surrounded by strange vines, the only thing he could see was the old face that had been completely invaded by wrinkles, and the wrinkled and thin hands. The ancient vines that wrapped around him were strange and weird. Sometimes the foliage is green and lush, sometimes it is withered and dead. The vines are constantly alternating between new life and death, in an endless cycle.

"Now that Freya has returned. That's all for the past. Ahem, ahem," the old Night Elf's voice was as dry as a dry earth that had never been moistened by rain and dew. The short sentence seemed to exhaust all the strength of his body, and he couldn't stop coughing after finishing speaking.

"I've seen Elder Hanmeng." Freya folded her hands over her chest and saluted respectfully.

"Huh. Ahem, ahem. Hanmeng laughed lightly, and the cough seemed to be unable to stop, and the violent coughing accelerated the alternation of life and death of the vine. His status as a Night Elf was extremely high, and all the Night Elves present were patiently waiting for his tearing cough to end.

After three or four minutes, Elder Hanmeng stopped coughing. The female Night Elf with three light blue crystals flying above her head on the left seat said to Freya with a calm look in her eyes.

"Freya, I don't blame the past. But the seed of the World Tree, you must hand it over. ”

"I'm sorry, Elder Valusta, I gave away that seed." Freya replied as she should.

"What did you say?" The female Night Elf sitting between Valusta and Astali on the left stared, and an unstoppable aura of slaughter enveloped Freya's body. The white light flashed in his hand, and a two-handed scimitar with a serrated hilt and a cold aura from the sword body appeared in his hand, and the scimitar pointed directly at Freya and said in a deep voice.

"Hand over the seed, or die."

"Yo, Goryea Sacred Sword. Elder Larry, I naturally can't beat you with the Holy Sword, but if you want to kill me, I'm afraid it won't be so easy. In the face of the elder's threat, Freya remained calm and calm, and the purple and silver staff appeared in Freya's hand out of thin air.

"You're looking for death, Freya." Larry said to Freya coldly, his body was covered in armor, and his powerful aura was undisguised, rushing straight towards Freya.

"If you have the ability, come and kill me." There is no need for Freya to hide her face that has already torn her face, the almost uncontrollable force of nature hidden in her body burst out, and the moonset dew in the altar of flowing water on the first floor churned endlessly like boiling water, and the strength of the ninth-level great druid was fully revealed.

"The ninth-level Great Druid, there really is the capital of the clamour." Larry held the Goryea Holy Sword in his hand, and the blood-red anger on the Holy Sword kept circulating, and he said to Freya in a deep voice.

"Come on! I'd like to see what Elder Larry is capable of. Freya placed her staff in front of her, and the sun and moon rose on her left and right shoulders, the sun was the sun, the moon was the full moon, and the sun and the moon were at the peak.

"Yang Yan, Moon Fire." Freya's pupils turned from silver to gold, and she shouted in a calm voice. The sun on his left shoulder turned into a blazing flame that burned everything, and the full moon on his right shoulder turned into a dark blue arrow of the moon. The Flame Moon Arrows were in front of Elder Larry.

Jumping down from his chair, Elder Larry clenched the holy sword in both hands, and his blood-colored anger thickened into a blood dragon, and with a loud dragon roar, he roared from the holy sword under Larry's slash, and rushed straight towards the Flame Moon Arrow.

"Dragon's Roar!" Larry roared angrily. The blood dragon and the fire moon arrow touched, intertwined and entangled, the flame purified the blood dragon's anger with infinite incineration power, and the moon arrow directly cut the blood dragon in two. The blood dragon that was cut in two split in two, and two lightly colored blood dragons roared out. The flames burned, the moon arrows pierced, the blood dragon roared, and the claws slammed the fire moon arrows. No one can gain the upper hand. Gradually, the flames were exhausted, the moon arrows were scattered, and the blood dragon turned into nothingness.

"Not bad."

"Good."

Freya and Larry complimented each other, their eyes lit up with fire. Freya raised her staff above her head and lamented in anguish.

"I really don't want to use that trick."

The surging power of nature envelops Freya like a green cocoon. Absorbing the power of nature like a green cocoon, Freya transforms into a night owl that looks funny and slightly chubby, but shows the power of nature in every move.

Looking down at her bloated body covered in night owl feathers, Freya pointed at Larry with a cry.

"Force me to incarnate, if I don't beat you half to death today, I won't be called Freya!"

Freya's voice sounds as cute as a chubby house cat. But there was no hint of cuteness in Larry's ears, as the punishment elder of the Night Elves, Larry knew very well what Freya's incarnation meant at this time. A night stalker in Elune's Favor form. It is the most powerful and unbeatable state of the Balance Druid. As a ninth-level grand druid, Freya in the incarnation state is no longer something he can defeat. Although the avatar lasted for a short time, Larry believed that in less than a minute, Freya was definitely capable of beating himself half-dead.

Before the battle even began, the winners and losers were already decided. Although he can't defeat Freya in this state, Larry, as an elder, naturally has his dignity as an elder, and if he can't fight, even if he is seriously injured or even killed, he has to fight, which is the dignity that a Night Elf elder should have.

"Anger is in control, and the gods descend to earth." Larry stared at Freya gravely and shouted in a deep voice. His body had become immensely large in an instant, three times larger than Freya's, and his body was shrouded in blood-colored rage, barely making it impossible to see her body. This is the most powerful skill Larry can use right now. In the state of the gods, there is a qualitative leap in both attack and defense. Mastering Rage allows him to perfectly control his Blood Rage, both defensively and offensively. After using two of his most powerful skills, Larry took a deep breath and raised the Goryea Sword that grew with his body. Using all the strength and anger of her body, she slashed her strongest blow. Anger and power fused into a one-man-tall blood-colored storm that swept towards Freya.

Storm of Blades. A warrior's most powerful skill, the Storm of Blades, formed by fusing anger and power, is powerful enough to destroy all obstacles that stand in its way, including life and Freya.

"Wild Heart!" Freya shouted, and a red bear claw popped out of the night owl's head. Holding the staff reverently, Freya closed her eyes tightly, and the power of the stars and moonlight descended on Freya's staff from the bright moon, and the sapphire of the staff rotated wildly and rapidly, until it was almost broken, Freya's eyes opened, and the staff pointed directly at the blood-colored blade storm that was approaching her, and shouted loudly.

"Star flare!"

Absorbing the power of the saturated stars and moonlight, it turned into a brilliant pillar of light with star spots, and rushed towards the blade storm with enough power to destroy a huge mountain. Under the purifying power of the stars and moonlight, the blood-colored blade storm was shattered into bursts of red mist in an instant. After the storm of the blades, the power of the star flare star moonlight was greatly reduced, and it turned into a finger-long star line that pierced the shoulder armor of Larry, who had returned to normal and looked sluggish. Piercing her spaulders was naturally the result of Freya's manipulation, and although she didn't like Larry, she couldn't help killing her. In this battle, the outcome has been decided. Larry is no longer able to fight after using the two powerful skills of the gods and wrath control, which consume physical strength and strength, and Freya, on the other hand, her transformation has not yet been lifted. Although the force of nature that surrounds him has become a little thin, there is still the power of a fight.

Freya, the ninth-level Grand Druid, won the battle.

"I lost." Larry fell to his knees with the holy sword in his hand, bowed his head and whispered.

Freya, who won, didn't show joy, and after lifting the transformation, she returned to her previous stunning appearance, and Freya, who felt sorry for her transformation into an ugly night owl, pretended to sobbed twice, and Freya hooked her fingers at Astali and Valusta, domineering.

5,000 words update. Suddenly I felt that I had the face to ask for it~ I'm not good at writing fight scenes. Forgive me~ Recommend the collection ~ ~~ Orz

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