Anti-piracy chapters

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The young attendant walked out of the palace with small steps. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the captain of the guard had been waiting outside for more than ten minutes. The squire lowered her head, thinking that this would hide all expressions, but her messy steps betrayed her.

The captain of the guard frowned, said nothing, and let her lead him, through the heavy, delicately carved oak door, to Azhara's room.

When she was ready, the Night Elf Empress lay down, one arm resting behind her head, and two silk-clad attendants kneeling beside her. On the silver table is an emerald wine bottle, which is within reach, and the wine bottle is half full, which looks very emotional/emotional.

"My dear captain of the guard," she said softly, "you must have something very important to tell me when you see me at this time. "The slender and shimmering silhouette makes her look exquisite." Therefore, I will also adjust to the best state to see you. ”

Varoson stepped forward and knelt down on one knee, staring at the white marble floor, and replied, "The source of all lights, the cherished hearts of the people, thank you for giving me this opportunity." I'm afraid to disturb you, but I have a very interesting gift for you—the priestess whom the God of Light has specifically mentioned, has arrived at Asalyn and is waiting to be summoned in the lounge of the side hall. May I summon her up? ”

He glanced at her and saw that the words had caught her attention. The eyes reveal a growing curiosity and longing through the veil. Azhara sat down on the bed, her torso tense.

"You whet my appetite, my dear captain of the guard. I give you permission to bring her up. ”

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Tyrande waited uneasily in the lounge.

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps outside, and she turned her head to stare at the door of the break room. The door opened, and it wasn't the messenger who entered, but another tall Night Elf. 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, it suddenly became so sharp that she didn't even dare to look at him head-on.

"Tyrande: Style?" Varosson nodded, "Very well, I'm Captain Varosen, and the Queen has decided to summon you now." Come with me. ”

The priestess followed Valosen and one of her guides through the tents, and soon reached their destination.

"Very good," a languid woman's voice came as she entered, "let me see what kind of person makes God so important......

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

The Queen of the Night Elves is beautiful, immaculate, and 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. She wore a silk robe that matched her long hair, the robe was as thin as a fine veil, and the smooth carcass loomed. On both wrists she wore bracelets encrusted with gemstones, and the matching earrings hung almost down to her delicate shoulders, which were exposed. Her hair was furnished with a bowed headdress, and a ruby embedded in the headdress, reflecting a faint light, and the young attendant walked swiftly out of the palace with small steps.

At this time, the captain of the guard had been waiting outside for more than ten minutes. The squire lowered her head, thinking that this would hide all expressions, but her messy steps betrayed her.

The captain of the guard frowned, said nothing, and let her lead him, through the heavy, delicately carved oak door, to Azhara's room.

When she was ready, the Night Elf Empress lay down, one arm resting behind her head, and two silk-clad attendants kneeling beside her. On the silver table is an emerald wine bottle, which is within reach, and the wine bottle is half full, which looks very emotional/emotional.

"My dear captain of the guard," she said softly, "you must have something very important to tell me when you see me at this time. "The slender and shimmering silhouette makes her look exquisite." Therefore, I will also adjust to the best state to see you. ”

Varoson stepped forward and knelt down on one knee, staring at the white marble floor, and replied, "The source of all lights, the cherished hearts of the people, thank you for giving me this opportunity." I'm afraid to disturb you, but I have a very interesting gift for you—the priestess whom the God of Light has specifically mentioned, has arrived at Asalyn and is waiting to be summoned in the lounge of the side hall. May I summon her up? ”

He glanced at her and saw that the words had caught her attention. The eyes reveal a growing curiosity and longing through the veil. Azhara sat down on the bed, her torso tense.

"You whet my appetite, my dear captain of the guard. I give you permission to bring her up. ”

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Tyrande waited uneasily in the lounge.

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps outside, and she turned her head to stare at the door of the break room. The door opened, and it wasn't the messenger who entered, but another tall Night Elf. 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, it suddenly became so sharp that she didn't even dare to look at him head-on.

"Tyrande: Style?" Varosson nodded, "Very well, I'm Captain Varosen, and the Queen has decided to summon you now." Come with me. ”

The priestess followed Valosen and one of her guides through the tents, and soon reached their destination.

"Very good," a languid woman's voice came as she entered, "let me see what kind of person makes God so important......

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

The Queen of the Night Elves is beautiful, immaculate, and 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. She wore a silk robe that matched her long hair, the robe was as thin as a fine veil, and the smooth carcass loomed. On both wrists she wore bracelets encrusted with gemstones, and the matching earrings hung almost down to her delicate shoulders, which were exposed. Her hair was furnished with a bowed headdress, and a ruby embedded in the headdress, reflecting a faint light, and the young attendant walked swiftly out of the palace with small steps.

At this time, the captain of the guard had been waiting outside for more than ten minutes. The squire lowered her head, thinking that this would hide all expressions, but her messy steps betrayed her.

The captain of the guard frowned, said nothing, and let her lead him, through the heavy, delicately carved oak door, to Azhara's room.

When she was ready, the Night Elf Empress lay down, one arm resting behind her head, and two silk-clad attendants kneeling beside her. On the silver table is an emerald wine bottle, which is within reach, and the wine bottle is half full, which looks very emotional/emotional.

"My dear captain of the guard," she said softly, "you must have something very important to tell me when you see me at this time. "The slender and shimmering silhouette makes her look exquisite." Therefore, I will also adjust to the best state to see you. ”

Varoson stepped forward and knelt down on one knee, staring at the white marble floor, and replied, "The source of all lights, the cherished hearts of the people, thank you for giving me this opportunity." I'm afraid to disturb you, but I have a very interesting gift for you—the priestess whom the God of Light has specifically mentioned, has arrived at Asalyn and is waiting to be summoned in the lounge of the side hall. May I summon her up? ”

He glanced at her and saw that the words had caught her attention. The eyes reveal a growing curiosity and longing through the veil. Azhara sat down on the bed, her torso tense.

"You whet my appetite, my dear captain of the guard. I give you permission to bring her up. ”

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Tyrande waited uneasily in the lounge.

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps outside, and she turned her head to stare at the door of the break room. The door opened, and it wasn't the messenger who entered, but another tall Night Elf. 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, it suddenly became so sharp that she didn't even dare to look at him head-on.

"Tyrande: Style?" Varosson nodded, "Very well, I'm Captain Varosen, and the Queen has decided to summon you now." Come with me. ”

The priestess followed Valosen and one of her guides through the tents, and soon reached their destination.

"Very good," a languid woman's voice came as she entered, "let me see what kind of person makes God so important......

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

The Queen of the Night Elves is beautiful, immaculate, and 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. She wore a silk robe that matched her long hair, the robe was as thin as a fine veil, and the smooth carcass loomed. On both wrists she wore bracelets encrusted with gemstones, and the matching earrings hung almost down to her delicate shoulders, which were exposed. Her hair was furnished with a bowed headdress, and a ruby embedded in the headdress, reflecting a faint light, and the young attendant walked swiftly out of the palace with small steps.

At this time, the captain of the guard had been waiting outside for more than ten minutes. The squire lowered her head, thinking that this would hide all expressions, but her messy steps betrayed her.

The captain of the guard frowned, said nothing, and let her lead him, through the heavy, delicately carved oak door, to Azhara's room.

When she was ready, the Night Elf Empress lay down, one arm resting behind her head, and two silk-clad attendants kneeling beside her. On the silver table is an emerald wine bottle, which is within reach, and the wine bottle is half full, which looks very emotional/emotional.

"My dear captain of the guard," she said softly, "you must have something very important to tell me when you see me at this time. "The slender and shimmering silhouette makes her look exquisite." Therefore, I will also adjust to the best state to see you. ”

Varoson stepped forward and knelt down on one knee, staring at the white marble floor, and replied, "The source of all lights, the cherished hearts of the people, thank you for giving me this opportunity." I'm afraid to disturb you, but I have a very interesting gift for you—the priestess whom the God of Light has specifically mentioned, has arrived at Asalyn and is waiting to be summoned in the lounge of the side hall. May I summon her up? ”

He glanced at her and saw that the words had caught her attention. The eyes reveal a growing curiosity and longing through the veil. Azhara sat down on the bed, her torso tense.

"You whet my appetite, my dear captain of the guard. I give you permission to bring her up. ”

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Tyrande waited uneasily in the lounge.

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps outside, and she turned her head to stare at the door of the break room. The door opened, and it wasn't the messenger who entered, but another tall Night Elf. 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, it suddenly became so sharp that she didn't even dare to look at him head-on.

"Tyrande: Style?" Varosson nodded, "Very well, I'm Captain Varosen, and the Queen has decided to summon you now." Come with me. ”

The priestess followed Valosen and one of her guides through the tents, and soon reached their destination.

"Very good," a languid woman's voice came as she entered, "let me see what kind of person makes God so important......

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

The Queen of the Night Elves is beautiful, immaculate, and 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. She wore a silk robe that matched her long hair, the robe was as thin as a fine veil, and the smooth carcass loomed. On both wrists she wore bracelets encrusted with gemstones, and the matching earrings hung almost down to her delicate shoulders, which were exposed. (To be continued.) )