Esaline. It was once a symbol of the magnificent Night Elf civilization. The sprawling city stands on the edge of the Well of Eternity, the source of the Night Elves' power. It was there that the admired Empress Azhara lived, and it was after her pious people who named the elven capital.

Today's Esaline...... The ruins are like a terrifying graveyard from which the Burning Legion embarked on their evil journey.

Tyrande awoke from a nightmare. She had forgotten most of the events in her dreams, but what she could still remember was that Elune, the goddess of the moon, was involved in a terrible war. She was concentrating on treating her wounded compatriots when the temple guards who were guarding her suddenly let out a scream...... Then everything became a blur. Vaguely, Tyrande could still remember some horrific images and sounds. The monster, which resembles a goat, has a malicious eye on her. A pair of hairy hands with sharp claws tugged at her. The air was filled with Illidan's angry roar.

She raised her head slightly, and her long, graceful eyes scanned the cell, which she had seen many times. Her soft lips opened slightly, and she let out a soft sigh, lamenting her current situation. She shook her head, and her long, dark green hair fluttered in waves, and the few strands of silver in her hair stood out at the moment because she was not wearing armor. The cell at this point was unchanged from the cell Tyrande had seen before going to bed. Although she would love to see some changes in prison.

Her hands and feet were not bound by chains, she hoped so. A glowing green light shrouded her from head to toe, hanging in the air, about a foot from the cold, stone-paved ground. She stood in the middle of the ball, her arms outstretched upwards and her legs pressed together. Even if you try your best, you can't separate your limbs.

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps in the dungeon passage, and she couldn't help but be alert. Someone unlocked the cell door, and she looked up with inexplicable fear. The door opened, and a demonic dark shadow stepped into the prison. The man had a scarred face, and was covered in glowing green armor with a bright golden sunburst pattern on his chest. His eyes were so narrow that they never seemed to blink, and when his gaze fell on Tyrande, they suddenly became so sharp that Tyrande didn't even dare to look at him head-on.

"She's sane." Varosson bowed his head and said respectfully to the people behind him.

"Very good," a slouchy female voice replied, "let me see what kind of person Harvey threatens to take hostage and threaten my lovely disciple......"

Varosson bowed and flashed to the side. Although Tyrande had already guessed the identity of the person, he couldn't help but gasp.

Empress Essara, as beautiful as a goddess, is immaculate, not far from what is described in legend. She has a pair of golden eyes with a veil half-concealed and her lips full and sexy. Long silver hair is scattered all over the body. The long sumptuous dress outlined her graceful figure, which matched her long hair perfectly, and the robe was as thin as a fine veil, and the smooth carcass loomed through. On both wrists she wore bracelets encrusted with gemstones, and the matching earrings hung almost down to her delicate shoulders, which were exposed. A ruby stands out on the openwork golden crown, glowing faintly by the torches on the wall.

Vasqi stood behind Aisara, although he was also a stunning beauty, but if he stood with Aisara, he was still much inferior. She was the Empress's maid, and her clothes were somewhat similar to those of her master, but when it came to materials, they were a few notches off. She also had long hair, almost as thick as the Empress, but the silver in her hair was clearly bleached, and the silver was not as bright as that of Azhara. In fact, the only thing that stood out about her was her eyes, which, like most Night Elves, were silver, but they were amorous, exotic, and cat-eyed.

"Is that her?" The Empress stared at the prisoner, undisguised her disappointment. "It's worse than Vaski, and I'm starting to doubt Moonshadow's eyes."

Although the conversation between them was a little confusing, Tyrande was still a little excited to see Azhara. But she quickly calmed down. Moon Shadow says that Azhara is under the control of the demon, but now she stands in front of her and looks like she is not being controlled. Tyrande's brow furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but start to doubt.

"Naturally, she can't compare to the perfect you. However, she still seems to be a priest, and she is favored by Elune. Varosson replied.

The Empress didn't seem to care. She wrinkled her impeccable nose and asked, "What's her name?" ”

"Tyrande." Varosson nodded quickly and replied.

Vasqui's brow furrowed when she heard the name, as she had dealt with the priestess that Moon Shadow liked at the Queen's behest. She remembered that the priestess seemed to be calling another name. Vassky's expression quickly caught Aisara's attention, and Aishara glanced at her eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Vaschi hurriedly voiced his suspicions.

Aishara took a step forward. Every small movement of her seemed to have been carefully planned, and a slight urge to kneel down to her welled up in Tyrande's heart. She stretched out her index finger as if nothing had been passed through the mask that trapped Tyrande, gently picking up her smooth chin. Looking at Azhara's approaching face, Tyrande was slightly distracted.

"Tell me, what's your relationship with Moon Shadow?"

"We're just friends." Although Azhara asked her in a commanding tone, she didn't seem to be able to raise the slightest bit of rebellion. It seems that Aishara was born to be like this.

"Oh, so that idiot Harvey caught the wrong person? Hehe, that's funny! The corners of Azhara's mouth curled and she withdrew her fingers.

"Her Majesty! I don't know if I can still call you that? Tyrande's sudden words interrupted Azhara's elegant laughter.

"Presumptuous."

"Rude." Almost at the same time, these two words came out of the mouths of Vaschi and Varosson.

"Oh?" Azhara looked at Tyrande with interest and seemed to be waiting for the next step.

"Did you know that the demons are slaughtering our people, and countless elves have been displaced, and just before we almost lost the last of our cities. Everyone thinks that you are being controlled by demons and the upper elves and fighting desperately, hoping that you will be out of the way long ago. But what I'm seeing now doesn't seem to be the case. Tyrande's eyes narrowed, and though she was a little weak, she spoke his question in a loud voice.

Ignoring her, Azhara turned to face Varosen and the girl. "Captain of the Guard, she needs to rest, you say? Let's go, Ms. Fasqi! Let's see how the portal progresses! The guards flashed to the side, and Varosson led Azhara and Ms. Fasqi towards the door. Azhara quickly walked out of the cell, surrounded by the maids, but she glanced back at Tyrande before she could go out.

The iron door slammed shut, the light in the cell began to dim, and the sound of despair echoed in Tyrande's head. The power went out until four o'clock at noon, so it was a little late