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At the same time, in the side hall of Queen Azshara's palace, a woman in a moon-white priest robe quietly sat beside a large bed with purple transparent gauze hanging on it.

This is the fifth day she has been trapped here. Her eyes seem a little blurry, and several maids holding weapons in the room are watching her every move vigilantly.

"Da! Da!" The crisp and rhythmic footsteps came slowly from the corridor outside the door, breaking the silence in the room. Upon hearing the sound, the maids immediately put away their weapons, bowed their heads respectfully, and faced the door that was about to open.

"Creaky——"

With a slight sound, the door slowly opened, and a strong but not greasy fragrance first floated into the room, which was refreshing. This fragrance seemed to have magic, and the green-haired priestess who had half-closed her eyes opened her eyes involuntarily.

"Hehe... Look who's here." A magnetic and seductive female voice came from outside the door, revealing an indescribable attraction in the voice.

As the voice fell, a night elf woman with a playful smile walked into the room.

Unlike all other night elves, she has a pair of dazzling golden eyes, which burst with unparalleled power. Her burning eyes seem to be able to see through all the illusions; her appearance is unparalleled, and her elegant and majestic temperament is even more daunting; her perfect figure with a slender and perfect body can't find any flaws. She is like a goddess born from all the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, which is amazing.

Although the green-haired priestess also has a beautiful face and a good figure, and her temperament like an orchid in the valley is also very attractive; but against the backdrop of these 540 night elf women, all her advantages suddenly become eclipsed and pale in comparison.

"High Priest Tyrande Whisperwind, we actually meet here again. Is this scene beyond your expectations?" Queen Azshara's voice was full of teasing, and her bright golden eyes were fixed on the priestess opposite.

But Tyrande's eyes were still as calm as the lake, without a ripple. She met Azshara's gaze, and her tone was calm but firm: "Queen Azshara, time has passed, and we haven't seen each other for a long time. But I must admit that I don't feel any joy for this reunion, let alone honor."

"Heh~" Azshara chuckled and shook her head, "You are still the same as before, immature, stubborn, like a little hedgehog, and people can't approach you."

As she said, she waved her hand gracefully, indicating that the maids holding weapons temporarily withdrew, and the only remaining maid stood respectfully beside her.

This maid was not only handsome, but also beautiful, second only to Azshara and comparable to the priestess. However, her vigilant eyes were always fixed on Tyrande, as if she was afraid that the high priestess would do something unexpected. And Azshara saw all of this, and she seemed to have alreadyAlready have a plan.

With the surge of arcane energy, Azshara casually created a chair made of force field energy. She sat down in front of Tyrande with an elegant posture, her long legs with a faint violet color naturally overlapped together, outlining an attractive arc. This slightly unruly movement caused the white dress on both sides of her thighs to slip quietly, revealing a large area of ​​jade-like skin.

However, Azshara didn't seem to care about it. Her eyes were always fixed on Tyrande, as if she was expecting something.

"Many years ago, when you were baptized by High Priest Dejana and officially joined the Sisterhood of Elune, I extended an invitation to you," Azshara said slowly, her left hand resting lightly on the armrest of the chair, supporting her face, her eyes flashing with interest, and she talked about the past to the priestess who was full of holy breath in front of her, "To this day, I still keep that original intention and extend the same invitation to you."

She paused, allowing Tyrande to think for a moment, and then continued: "Give up your identity as a priestess of the Moon Goddess and become my maid. I promise you that the status you will obtain will never be lower than Vashj, and it may even surpass her. Your qualifications allow you to stand by my side and shoulder to shoulder with me."

Azshara's words were full of temptation, showing Tyrande a future full of glory and power. However, Tyrande only glanced at Vashj, the head maid standing next to Azshara. The hostility in the eyes of the heroic and beautiful woman was as hot as fire, and it was almost impossible to conceal it.

Tyrande gently closed her eyes, and there was no wavering or hesitation on her face.

When she opened her eyes again, her eyes had become firm and resolute: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I must refuse your generous invitation."

Although her voice was not loud, it was full of strength and determination: "As early as when I was a child, I vowed to dedicate my life to Elune. That is the belief in my heart and everything I exist. I can't betray my oath, nor can I give up my duties and mission as a priest of the moon."

"How dare you!" Vashj's angry rebuke suddenly sounded, breaking the previous calm atmosphere.

Although she was highly vigilant against Tyrande and was very jealous of Azshara's preference for her, at this moment, she did not feel any relief in her heart when she heard that the other party dared to refuse the queen, but instead felt great dissatisfaction.

How dare you reject my beloved queen, reject such a condition that would make all the upper elves envious and jealous.

The unparalleled anger in her heart and her iron loyalty to Azshara made her stand up without hesitation and express her strong dissatisfaction to Tyrande.

Her eyes flashed with anger, staring at Tyrande, as if she wanted to burn the moon priest to death on the spot: "Her Majesty the Queen personally invited you, what an honor! How dare you do this?Refusing rudely, what on earth are you capable of..."

However, Vashj's angry rebuke was interrupted by Azshara.

"Okay, Vashj," the queen gently propped herself up, waved her hand in a lazy but majestic manner, and said, "Don't be so angry."

Her voice was calm and soft, but with an unquestionable majesty. Vashj immediately shut up. Although the anger on her face had not completely subsided, she did not dare to say another word.

Azshara turned to Tyrande with a smile and continued, "There is fun only when there is a challenge, isn't it? Tyrande, you will stay in the palace for a long time, and I believe you will change your mind sooner or later. Vashj, don't be so fierce to your future colleagues."

Hearing Azshara's words, Vashj was unwilling, but she could only bow her head and agree.

"...Yes, Your Majesty, I lost my temper. "There was a hint of apology and embarrassment in her voice.

Azshara looked at Vashj's red cheeks and lowered head, and couldn't help but chuckle: "Haha... Don't worry, your angry look is also quite interesting."

As she said, she jokingly stretched out her slender fingers and gently stroked Vashj's chin, as if stroking a pet.

This move made Vashj's cheeks even redder. Being treated so intimately by the queen made her face flushed, but she didn't move at all, just stared at Azshara with wide eyes.

After Azshara easily calmed Vashj's emotions, she tentatively reached out to Tyrande. However, just when her fingers were about to touch Tyrande, an energy barrier emitting a faint moonlight color quietly appeared, gently blocking her fingers outside.

"Huh! Is this the protection of Elune? It is indeed extraordinary. "Azshara raised her eyebrows slightly and snorted, with a complex tone of emotion, both admiration and unwillingness.

However, Azshara did not give up. She withdrew her hand and stood up: "Well, since Elune protects you so much, I want to see how long she can protect you."

"Vashj, let's go."

"Yes. "

Vashj followed Azshara out of the room.

Before leaving, she couldn't help but look back and glared at Tyrande fiercely, giving her a murderous look.

Then, with a "clang~" sound, the door was slammed shut.

Vashj sensed a potential threat from Azshara's attitude towards Tyrande. This threat made her alert, and she thought it necessary to warn Tyrande.

However, Tyrande didn't even take Azshara seriously, so how could he care about Vashj's threat?

With the departure of Azshara and Vashj, the armed maids who were responsible for guarding Tyrande before rushed into the room again, and this originally calm side hall of the palace returned to peace.

Tyrande sat on the edge of the bed, her posture straight and elegant, like a statue without sadness or joy.Her eyes were slightly closed, and she was immersed in her own inner world. What had just happened and all the disturbances in the outside world had nothing to do with her.

However, when her eyes accidentally passed through the half-open window and fell on the lonely crescent moon in the night sky, a faint sadness passed across her face.

She prayed silently to Elune in her heart: "Supreme Moon God, may your light always shine on your people. I beg you, before my weak blessing dissipates, let the rescue I have been waiting for come as soon as possible."

Then, her thoughts could not help but drift to the distance, and she thought of her friends again - Levin, Malfurion, and Illidan... She firmly believed that they would definitely rescue her from this cage.

However, the palace of Isaline was heavily guarded and full of dangers. She couldn't help but worry about their safety again. So, she prayed to Elune again: "Moon God, please protect them and let them come to me safely. I don't want them to sacrifice themselves to save me, I just hope we can be reunited again.".