My understanding is incredible, I built a floating city in Hogwarts

At the same time, Queen Azshara was quietly admiring the flowers in the palace garden, and her eyes inadvertently caught Archimonde's [Finger of Death] that pierced the sky.

After all, the green beam of light was so powerful that it was particularly dazzling in the night sky.

Maid Vashj stood aside, with a trace of worry on her face. She whispered, "Your Majesty, Archimonde..."

"Vashj, I know what you are worried about." Azshara raised her hand gently and interrupted Vashj's unspoken words: "Archimonde's strength is indeed beyond our expectations, but he is not enough to leave us helpless."

As she spoke, Azshara picked up the exquisite teacup on the table, took a sip, and a faint smile appeared on her face, "Let's not talk about this for now, I am more concerned about the situation on Tyrande's side. Has she changed her mind?"

"Unfortunately, no." Vashj heard this, a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes, but her voice remained calm, "Elune's protection seems to still be working, Tyrande's attitude is still firm, not softened at all."

"She even "547" refused the food we carefully prepared," Vashj continued, "and only relied on the small amount of food in her own magic package to maintain her life."

"Hehe..." Azshara laughed softly, and gently lifted Vashj's chin with her slender and white fingers. Her beautiful face showed a playful expression, "Vashj, do you really think your little trick can be hidden from me? You tampered with the food you sent to Tyrande... I have seen through this trick a long time ago."

"Queen, please listen to my explanation." Hearing this, Vashj's face suddenly changed, and she was eager to explain, "I just...".

"Okay, no need to say more." Azshara interrupted her, released her control over Vashj, and waved her hand lazily, "I am not interested in knowing the fight and calculation between you. I only care about the final result."

She paused and continued, "As long as Tyrande is willing to give up her service to Elune and follow me, I can forgive her past position."

Azshara looked up at the sky, the bright moon was hiding behind the clouds, revealing only half of her shy face. The corners of her mouth raised a playful arc, "Imagine, when the gods' followers turn to serve me, what an exciting scene that will be."

This is Azshara, the light of light. She is so arrogant that she even tries to compare with Elune.

Although Vashj still has deep hostility towards Tyrande, seeing the expectant expression on Azshara's face, she can only twitch her mouth and whisper against her will: "Yes, Your Majesty. Your glory will surely surpass the moon goddess Elune and shine on the whole Azeroth."

Azshara caught Vashj's unwilling look from the corner of her eyes, and a playful smile flashed in her eyes.

"Keep looking forward to her, Vashj. Elune's protection cannot last forever.I am very curious about how long she can hold on after losing the favor of Elune. "

...

On the edge of the main battlefield east of Sin Aishalin, Malfurion, who was about to lead a small number of elite troops to launch a feint attack on the flank of the Burning Legion, suddenly stopped.

His eyes were solemn, as if he had sensed some uneasy omen.

The feint attack team following closely, including the human mage Rhonin and the orc warrior Brox, also stopped at the same time. They looked up at the sky with surprised expressions on their faces. The scene there made them unable not to be moved.

A striking beam of fel energy cut through the sky, and its green light was particularly dazzling in the night sky. The terrifying power contained in the beam seemed to be able to destroy everything, causing Malfurion to unconsciously purse his lips.

The uneasiness in his heart surged like a tide, but he tried to suppress this emotion.

"Could it be..." A trace of doubt flashed through Malfurion's mind, but he quickly interrupted his thoughts, "No! I want to believe Levin. ”

Before crossing over, Brox had just returned from the Battle of Hyjal. In this war, he killed many demons and fought against Archimonde with his allies. This is why the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu chose him as the person to cross over - as an expert in killing demons, he can provide a lot of good advice to the night elves who have never seen demons in the War of the Ancients.

But even this brave old orc warrior unconsciously tightened the oak battle axe in his hand at this time, and his eyes revealed deep fear.

"I have seen that fel energy beam representing destruction in Mount Hyjal." He whispered in Rhonin's ear, "That is Archimonde's signature skill - [Finger of Death]."

After hearing this, Rhonin's expression became more solemn.

He nodded and said to Brox: "It is really admirable that you can defeat such a terrifying enemy. Unfortunately, I was not there during the Battle of Hyjal, and I didn't have the chance to fight alongside you."

Broxi glanced at the young Malfurion beside him, shook his head gently, and said, "No, in that thrilling battle, no one could resist Archimonde's overwhelming power. We tried our best, but we just barely stopped the main force of the Burning Legion."

His words revealed endless vicissitudes and helplessness, as if he had returned to the war-torn years.

"In the end, it was the night elves who heroically sacrificed their immortality and detonated the vast power contained in the world tree Nordrassil, so that they were able to kill the terrifying demon leader. "Brox said this unacceptable truth.

No wonder he said it behind Malfurion's back.

When Malfurion sorted out his mood and prepared to lead the feint team on the journey again, Maiev, who originally planned to join the feint plan, had to stay in the camp and do something completely different from her usual character and identity - taking care of others0......

"Cough cough..."

In the camp of the Sisterhood of Elune, in a spacious independent tent, weak coughs were heard from time to time. The sound seemed weak and old, as desolate as the fallen leaves in autumn.

Maiev looked at the woman lying on the bed with concern. Her face was as pale as snowflakes in winter. Several high-ranking priests of the Sisterhood gathered around the bed, with their hands clasped together, concentrating on jointly casting divine spells, trying to relieve the pain for the woman and bring hope of healing.

"Don't waste your energy, my sisters." However, the woman on the bed smiled bitterly and shook her head. Although the pain was constantly eroding her will, her voice remained as gentle as always, "What I suffered was not a simple injury, but an overdrawn body. This is not a problem that can be solved by ordinary healing spells. ”

“But, High Priest…” a priest spoke anxiously, but was gently interrupted by the woman.

“Okay,” said the high priest Dijiana, who had just woken up, in a weak voice, waving her hand, “You go out first, I have something important to talk to Maiev alone.”

At this time, Maiev leaned quietly in a corner of the tent, with her hands crossed in front of her chest. As a combat priest, she had profound attainments in eighteen kinds of weapons and combat spells, and had even begun to explore the dark side of the power of the moon. But in contrast, she had no ability in healing spells, so in this case, she could only watch from the side.

But when she heard the words of the high priest, her eyes flashed, as if she understood something. When the other high-level priests turned their heads in confusion, she nodded slightly, indicating that she agreed with the high priest's decision.

“Go,” she said softly, “Oenhara still needs your help, please do your best to heal him. As one of the demigods of the Tauren, his existence is crucial to our communication with the Tauren allies. ”

“Yes, High Priest, and Priest Maiev.” The high-ranking priests responded in unison, “May the light of Elune shine on you forever. ”

When greeting, these high-ranking priests even put Maiev and High Priest Dejana on the same level, which shows their respect for Maiev.

After speaking, they turned and left the tent.

With the departure of the high-ranking priests, the tent fell into a brief silence, and only the occasional shouts from the military camp broke the tranquility.

“Hey~”

Looking at Maiev’s stubborn and determined expression, Dejana understood in her heart that during her coma, this loyal priestess had obviously learned some truths.

She gently patted the bedside of the floor, and a loving and caring smile appeared on her face.

“Maev,” the high priest said softly, “Come, sit down. I know you are full of doubts and dissatisfaction. While there is still some time, I will do my best to answer you, and please listen to me patiently. ”.