The prison was still dark and damp, and hunger was slowly gnawing at Tyrande's body, which was not a good sign. The Moon Goddess had been providing for her for a long time, but Kalimdor still had a lot of people to take care of Elune, and she couldn't afford to spend too much energy on a priestess.

Tyrande didn't see it as a betrayal of the Moon Goddess to himself. She thanked Elune for all she had done for herself. Now is the time to test her weak body, but the cultivation of the nuns can still help her survive for a while. The thought of Lady Fasqi's intention to kill her made Tyrande feel glad that he hadn't eaten the bowl yet. But at the moment, the cold food in the bowl looked very tempting. With just one bite, the priestess would have the strength to survive another day; If she had eaten a bowl full of rice, she would have survived a week, maybe even longer.

But she couldn't eat without help, and she didn't want anyone to feed her. It was a sign of physical weakness, and the demons would definitely take advantage of this weakness of hers.

Just then, someone unlocked the cell door. Tyrande hurriedly glanced to the side, no longer looking at the rice bowl on the ground, not wanting the other party to see his deteriorating health.

A grim-looking guard pushed the door open. Then an upper elf walked in, one Tyrande hadn't seen before. His ornate robes stood out in a dazzling manner, and he was clearly confident in his handsome appearance. Unlike other upper elves, he is physically strong and muscular. The most striking thing was his light purple skin, especially his reddish-brown hair, which was interspersed with a few strands of blonde hair, the color of which Tyrande had never seen. But like all the upper elves, he had a haughty look, especially when speaking to the guards. With this mage present, the soldier was eager to leave. He locked the door and strode away.

"Holy priestess," the high elf beckoned to her, his tone of arrogance much less than that of the guard, "you can make yourself comfortable." ”

"It is enough to have the moon goddess to bring me solace. Something else, I don't need and don't want. ”

His expression changed subtly, but Tyrande saw a look of almost remorse on his face. She was shocked that he would react. She also thought that all the upper elves had fallen into demon bosses and Azhara's minions, but this upper elf made her feel that this might not be the case. "You can call me Tyrande," she interrupted suddenly, trying to be friendly to him. ”

"Lady Tyrande, I am Darth Rema Sunstrider," replied the High Elf, the last hint of arrogance in his voice vanished, "Twentieth nobles in the service of the Empress......"

"Very famous hereditary. I've heard about you, the marshal of the Troll Campaign, you have reason to be proud of yourself. ”

"Yes, I'm proud." Darth Rema said, a shadow passing across his face. "I should be proud."

Another shadow crossed his face. Darth Rema suddenly glanced around. "I've come to see if I want to persuade you to eat something, Holy Priestess." As he spoke, he picked up the bowl on the floor, "I'd like to get you more, but they're only allowed me to bring these." ”

"Thank you, Darth Rema, but I'm not hungry."

"I've heard you're a friend of Moon Shadow, and some people may have bad intentions toward you, but there's nothing to be like here, Lady Tyrande. I can assure you. As she spoke, Darth Lema put the end of the spoon to her lips and ate a little of the brown food in her bowl. He then grimaced: "What I can't guarantee is the taste of the rice...... I apologize to you for that. You should eat better. The orb then reacted, slowly falling to the ground. Darth Rema's eyes looked intently at the priestess. This upper-class elf looks dignified. You don't see the kind of smiling habits that other upper elves have in him.

Darth Rema scooped a full spoonful of rice and reached it to Tyrande's mouth. The spoon glittered slightly as it passed through the green barrier that surrounded her.

"You have to lean forward," he said to her, "and my hand cannot go through this sphere." ”

The priestess leaned over. Darth Rema was right, today's meal was indeed bland and tasteless, but Tyrande was happy to eat it in his heart. Her hunger seemed to have skyrocketed tenfold at once, but she was still careful to hide it, not wanting the other party to see it. The High Elf may have sympathized with her plight, but he was still in the service of the Demon Leader and Azhara. "I can't live up to the Moon Goddess's expectations of me, but thank you for your concern for me, Darth Rema. It's heartwarming to meet someone like you in the palace. ”

He tilted his head to the side: "There are other people like me here, but we know where we are and don't dare to talk nonsense. ”

After looking at him for a long time, Tyrande decided it was time to put pressure on him further: "But your loyalty to the Empress is beyond doubt. ”

The tall elf looked offended. "Of course!" Then he calmed down a lot, and continued, "Most things are now in the hands of Harvey and his chosen Sartre, the Empress has not appeared for a long time, and we have worked hard for a great deal of glory, and I—" Before I knew it, the bowl was gone. Darth Rema put the rice bowl back in place. After a while, the priestess suddenly asked him, "Can I drink some water?" ”

A small bag of water was brought in along with the meal, but like the food, Tyrande never touched the water bag. Darth Lema hurriedly grabbed the water bag, opened the lid, and reached for her, only to find that the barrier between the two of them was blocking the water bag from the outside.

"I beg your pardon," he whispered, "I forgot to have this thing. ”

The upper elf poured the water from the water bag into the bowl and fed her a spoonful as if it were a meal. Tyrande took two sips.

"You weren't chosen?"

His eyes became much more determined. "I refused, my first duty is to serve the Empress. I don't want to be one of those ...... One of them. ”

"Moon Shadow: They've now organized a rebel army, and they'll soon be attacking Asarin." Tyrande bit his lip and looked at Darth Rema. Either way, she had no other hope now, and Darthrema Sunstrider might be her only hope.

"You don't know the horror of the Burning Legion, I've seen a demon slaughter hundreds of elves who disobey them." Darth Rema shook her head.

"You think they're going to lose?"

Darth Rema was silent, he seemed to be thinking about it.

"They also united the dragons and the demigods, knowing that this is not only a war of elves." Tyrande looked into Darth Rema's eyes as if trying to read his thoughts.

"Come out, it's nice to sneak in here. I admire you a little! ”

Darth Rema said as she looked into the corner of the cell. Immediately, a young black-haired elf with two scimitars on his back appeared in the cell. He glanced at Darth Rema as if he was a little surprised at how the other had seen him, but he quickly moved his eyes to Tyrande's, his eyes full of joy.

"Illidan!"

Tyrande looked at the young elf in the cell with surprise on his face.

"Thank goodness you're alright, Tyrande." Illidan smiled happily at Tyrande, then turned to look at Darth Rema. "How did you find me?"

"Your hiding is perfect, but I'm a great magus. Your cultivation in the Stalker is not high, but with the help of artifacts, you naturally can't escape my induction. Darth Lema looked at Illidan and smiled confidently.

"I'm going to take her!" Illidan looked at Darth Rema, with a look of determination in his eyes.

"Do you think you can beat me? Your physical strength is almost level 7, and the other natural energy, although stronger, is only the strength of the Magister. You don't understand the gap between the Grand Magister and the Magister? And all I have to do is shout, and there will be a group of guards outside. Do you think you have a chance of winning? ”

Darth Rema looked at Illidan with a smile and disdain in her eyes. The strength of each level is often ten times the difference, and Illidan wants to fight against Darth Rema, which is undoubtedly a child who wants to beat Schwarzenegger with his bare hands.

Illidan didn't answer, but took his twin knives off his back and took on a fighting stance.

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