Although Tyrande hoped that Garrod's wife would be properly buried, Sarah Hill's funeral was brief and plain. It was all Garrod's choice: he didn't think Sarah Hill liked pomp and circumstance. She has always liked to live simply, and Garrod believes that her eventual funeral will be no exception. Of course, Garrod's insistence on shortening the ritual may have been just to alleviate the pain in his heart.

Only those who were most familiar with Sarah Hill were invited to the funeral. The High Priestess stood behind the coffin containing Sarah Hill's body. Elune's light fell from the dome of the temple and shone on Garrod's lover and Tyrande.

"The beginning is chaotic, and the night is heavy;" She spoke, "The abyss is dark, and my eyes are dizzy. Weep and beg God to lead me out of trouble; The bright moon shines brightly, shining on me. The light is long and the night is long, and I am a people; Knowing my eyes, fixing my soul ......"

The High Priestess was speaking of both spiritual songs sung by her people and true events that the Night Elves had no suspicion. No one can deny that Our Lady of the Moon takes special care of her people, and they are grateful to her.

Garrod knelt at the front of the line, his gaze never taking off Sarah Hill's beautiful, almost ethereal face. To him, she looked like an immaculate marble statue, with a shallow smile on her serene face.

"Now," Tyrande continued, "we ask Our Lady of the Moon to guide our sister Sarah Hill on her sacred homecoming journey, and may her ancestors and deceased early companions welcome her......"

Garrod did not hear the latter words. All he had on his mind was his life with Sarah Hill and the big and small mistakes he had made during that time. He was grateful that she had tolerated all of his shortcomings, even though she could have become a respected priest of the moon god if she had stayed.

Tyrande raised his arms to meet the moonlight. Garrod sobered from his meditation for a moment, then became disinterested again.

A moment later, a silver glow radiated from Sarah Hill's body, and Garrod looked up.

No one seems to be paying attention to it anymore...... At least no one reacted. Garrod watched as a delightful soft glow rose from his lover's body. It took on a vague human form, then gradually detached from the motionless body.

"Sarah Hill......" Garrod muttered.

He felt the figure pause, glancing faintly in his direction. Although it was only for a moment, it suddenly reminded him of other warm moments spent with his lover. Some of these scenes he hadn't remembered for hundreds of years were as clear as yesterday when he relived them.

Sarah Hill's soul began to curl up and turn into a tiny ball of light. It floated in the air for a moment. Then it flew up as if it were being pulled by the moonlight.

When the orb came under the moonlight, it vanished...... And Garrod felt that Sarah Hill's existence was gone.

Garrod gasped, but luckily no one noticed him. After a moment, Tyrande lowered his arm. From her expression, it was clear that the ceremony was nearing its end.

In fact, all she and Garrod needed to do was lead the coffin and a group of mourners out of the temple and through the gardens to a location outside the city. Malfurion was there with a small group of druids to meet them.

Tyrande said to the crowd. "Sarah Hill's soul has left her skin, let it return to the world now......"

The druids lifted the corpse and respectfully placed it on a patch of grass and bushes. Two female druids lovingly reposition Sarah Hill. It made her look like she was in a dream.

"Tedarsil welcomes this child," Malfurion chanted. "The world welcomes the return of this child. ”

The Grand Druid raised his staff. A light breeze swept by, and the treetops shook slightly.

New sprouts grew next to Sarah Hill's corpse, and then blossomed into snow-white and golden flowers. At first, they were just dotted around Garrod's lover, but as they grew in number, they began to overshadow her. More and more flowers bloomed, rushing through like water, eventually forming a beautiful carpet over the Night Elf woman's body. Garrod couldn't help but think that this scene was a perfect match for her.

The last thing that was obscured by the foliage was her serene countenance. The flowers continue to sprout, forming a lush cluster of brightly colored flowers. A rich, fragrant smell came to his nose, making Garrod miss Sarah Hill even more.

The visitors paid their respects to him and then departed. Soon only a few people remained to stop and watch. Among them are Malfurion and Tyrande.

"The ceremony went very smoothly. The Great Druid said.

"We have lost eternal life, and there will be more and more such funerals in the future. Tyrande was about to speak, and Garrod had already said what she wanted to say. "I am honored that Sarah Hill was one of the original deceased. I have to admit that it made her ...... Her passing is more acceptable. He bowed his head towards the High Priestess. "Honestly, I was extremely touched by your arrangement, it looks like Sarah Hill's soul is soaring towards the Moon Lady......"

Tyrande looked confused. "I haven't arranged anything like this. I'm afraid I'll offend you by saying that, Garrod. She stared into his eyes. "Do you see something like this?"

"Yes, but—"

"Elune favors you! I envy you, though I respect the Goddess. She made this happen only between you and Sarah Hill. ”

"This ...... You didn't do it?"

"It's not. ”

Garrod's eyes widened, but he quickly recovered. He glanced at the spectators who had not yet left. "I was hoping that Mavi would come. ”

Tyrande cleared his throat. "Don't take it to heart. Your sister has been through a lot, and for a while she and I couldn't face each other—"

The captain of the former guard frowned. "I know this, High Priestess. She's told me a few things before. I've heard the rest of it happen. Either friends with my sister and I who have known each other since childhood, or people who witnessed the event. ”

"But only Malfurion and I, or Mavi herself, can tell you the truth of the matter......"

"I-I know she was Illidan's guard, and later his prisoner...... and suffered from his torment. ”

The High Priestess looked sad. "I feel extremely sorry for what happened to Mavi. I shouldn't have let her guard Illidan for so many years. ”

"I should know better than you do, my love," the Great Druid retorted. "He's my brother. My twin brother. He went on to explain to Garrod, "When Illidan was free—after all these millennia—it seemed as if her whole life had become meaningless. Getting him back to prison became her highest goal. Mavi was completely broken. ”

"Yes, that's exactly how my sister might have reacted. She has a love for her duties that goes beyond a qiē. ”

Tyrande picked up the conversation again. She was determined to hunt him down to the end. Duty turned into obsession. Unfortunately, the surroundings are not simple; One thing ensued, and finally turned into a disaster. I managed to fend off a threat, but I nearly lost my life to it. Mavi didn't lend a hand, but chose to continue the pursuit of Illidan—"

"It's better that she chose to sacrifice you!" Malfurion shouted angrily.

"Old Ma, watch your words and deeds!" Tyrande's gaze shifted from her partner to Garrod.

The Grand Druid bowed his head towards Mavi's brother. "I beg your pardon, Garrod. I shouldn't have said that about your sister, especially now......"

"I only care about the truth...... No matter how terrible it is. ”

"The truth is," said the High Priestess sympathetically, "that she told others, including Malfurion, that I was dead—swept away by a raging river—and that his brother was to blame." Nothing mattered to her other than arresting Illidan and making him pay for his sins. ”

Garrod knew she had almost succeeded. But when Malfurion saw Illidan's face terrified by hearing about what had happened to Tyrande, the plan collapsed. Through the confession of the mage Kael'thas - who later inspired the appearance of the demon-addicted blood elves - they learned of Mavi's lies. The Grand Druid fixed Mavi in her place, but went with Illidan to rescue Tyrande. After that, Malfurion felt indebted to his twin brother and allowed Illidan to flee to an alien world called the Outlands. (To be continued.) )