The night is like ink, and a waning moon hangs high in the sky, spreading the cold moonlight on this beautiful garden city.

Darnassus, the capital of the Night Elves far from the strife of the continent, is famous for the world tree of Tedashir, which is as large as the crown of the firmament, and is the most striking symbol of the northern part of Kalimdor.

Under the night sky, Darnassus, perched atop a giant World Tree, seemed to be as quiet and peaceful as ever.

Here, the inhabitants are friendly and peaceful, peaceful and gentle. There were no bitter quarrels in the air, no angry scolding, and even the festive atmosphere was quiet, without the noisy and frenetic atmosphere of other races.

Perhaps because of its seclusion from the strife of Azeroth, this place, which has been far from the sight of ordinary residents for many years, has long since become a mysterious place in everyone's mind.

Here, there are no greedy nobles who oppress the commoners, no bandits and no wars, and there has been peace for tens of thousands of years.

The Night Elves gather here, and the druids study the truths of nature and work to heal the wounds of the earth.

In the central temple of Darnassus, the Elder of the Night Elves has the highest prestige.

Priest of the Luna, Tyrande. Style.

During the Burning Legion's first invasion of Azeroth, the Lunar Priestess rose to prominence and used his wits and abilities to lead the Night Elves in repelling the Burning Legion's invasion.

And then with her husband Malfurion. Fury Wind and other great druids have fallen into a deep sleep and entered the Emerald Dream Realm, and Tyrande, who can only lead the Night Elf clan by himself, has shouldered the heaviest burden, leading and guarding the Night Elf clan from being disturbed by demons for more than 10,000 years.

At the southernmost point of Darnassus is the Temple of the Moon, whose owner is none other than Tyrande. Style.

In the very center of the Temple of the Moon God, the idol of Elune holds a silver platter, from which endless holy water pours out. It flows into the pool at the foot of the idol and is crystal clear.

The bright moonlight fell on the white stone on the windowsill, shining brightly, as if the entire moon temple was glowing softly in the dark night.

In such a calm night, as the master of the temple and the priest of the moon god, most of the time. Tyrande knelt by the pool in front of the statue and prayed softly, listening to the whispers of the moon god.

Tonight, however, something was a little different.

When the moon rose to the highest point in the night sky, the gate of the temple made of white stone was gently pushed open.

The cold moonlight shone on Tyrande's perfect and soft face, like the most perfect goddess in myths and legends, and it had a certain intoxicating shock.

The passage of time could not leave the slightest spark on her cheeks, and her face would always remain as youthful as a young girl.

In the moonlight, she wore a graceful shaman's robe embellished with simple but beautifully crafted tassels, and her long, moon-white silky hair fell from a shawl. The hair that was slightly scattered on both shoulders was crystal clear and transparent.

Her complexion, which was as mysterious and noble as violet, was the power of the stars that gave her a magnificent treasure.

In the moonlight, there was a majestic mystery in her calm and distant gaze, which made the dark elf girl guarding the gate a little panicked.

"High Priest, you ...... Do you have any instructions? ”

It was a very young dark elf girl, with a hint of childishness on her face, and it was obvious that she was not yet familiar with this sacred position, and she stood in front of the temple with a sincere fear.

Tyrande, on the other hand, glanced at her. He sighed softly.

"It's okay, I'm going to pick someone up. It's good if you stay here. ”

As soon as Tyrande's words fell, a dark shadow emerged from the darkness below the steps, striding towards this direction with hastily full steps.

The rush seemed to be coming with something very important, and even the air seemed to become congregated.

Behind Tyrande. The dark elf girl subconsciously clenched the weapon in her hand, her whole body tensed, and she was infected by this atmosphere.

On the steps, Tyrande watched the figure rush towards him from a distance, without saying a word.

Until the other party came to her. She nodded lightly and said hello.

"Lycia, long time no see."

Licia. Hazuki gasped for breath, looking mentally exhausted, "Big ...... My lord, I ...... I have something very important to tell you. ”

Tyrande nodded, and led her into the temple.

The cold moonlight rose from the bottom of the pool, illuminating the hall of the temple in a faint white.

In the quiet moonlight, the statue of Elune, the goddess of the moon, stood there, and Tyrande in front of her quietly watched Lycia as if she had come to life.

And Licia handed over a thick book with a red cover, and said, "This is what I brought from the Western Wilderness, the author is Li Yunfei, the red prophet who led the rebellion of the Western Wilderness Resistance Army not long ago, and it is the action plan and guiding ideology of the Western Wilderness Resistance Army, please take a look." ”

Tyrande took the book, flipped two pages, and frowned.

"This is what the Red Prophet wrote?"

For some reason, when she touched the book, her fingers trembled for a moment, as if there was some kind of forbidden power in the book.

However, as one of the people at the top of the Pyramid of World Power in Azeroth, Tyrande was sure that this was definitely just an ordinary book, with nothing special about it.

But this strange feeling......

Silently flipping through the book in his hand, Tyrande said casually, "I've heard a rough story about what happened to you in the Wild West. Although it is true that those rebels are not ordinary outcasts, it is not an excuse for your mistakes, and we must save our captured compatriots, but your mistakes cannot be ignored. ”

"Before you came, your sister and I had already discussed it, and we were going to make you ......"

The latter words were not spoken, for Tyrande's expression had become stunned and dazed. She looked at the book in her hand in a daze, and her originally calm and easy-going eyes became full of astonishment, as if she had seen something unimaginably terrible.

In Licia's strange gaze, she froze there, staring blankly at the pages in her hand, looking at the words on it, silent for a while, and suddenly closed the red book.

"You stand down first."

She said to Licia with a serious expression, her eyes were rare and solemn, "I'll take a look at this book first, as for your disposal ......"

She thought for a moment and said it another way, "...... You go back and wait a few days, and then I'll talk to you after I finish the book. ”

In the moonlight, the eyes of the high priestess of the moon god were solemn and serious, as if he had seen the birth of a very terrible monster, and he could no longer remain calm.

Looked at by those serious eyes, Licia had no idea of resisting, but could only be obedient, unconsciously left the main hall, and disappeared into the dark night of Darnassus.

And under the moonlight in the hall of the temple, the famous priestess of the moon god collapsed to the ground weakly, and her fingers were trembling slightly.

"My Elune......"

In the moonlight, her trembling whisper sounded in front of the idol, trembling with fear, "Has that woman's husband also come to this world......" (to be continued......