Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

"Excuse me for refusing."

Tyrande glanced sideways at the hostess head maid Vashj, who could hardly hide her hostility, and calmly closed her eyes and rejected Azshara's proposal.

"As early as I was a child, I swore that I would dedicate my life to Elune. I am sorry that I cannot agree to your request, Your Majesty the Queen."

"presumptuous!"

Although she had high vigilance towards Tyrande in her heart, Vashj's incomparable loyalty to Azshara made her subconsciously jump out and rebuke Tyrande.

"The queen personally sent you an invitation, how dare you dare..."

Azshara propped up her body and waved her hands lazily and gracefully, "Okay, Vashj."

"Challenges are fun. Tyrande will stay in the palace for a long time in the future. I believe she will change her mind sooner or later and stop treating her future colleagues so viciously."

"...Yes, queen, this subordinate lost his composure."

"Hehe~ Don't worry about it, your fried hair look is quite interesting."

Azshara jokingly stretched out her slender fingers to caress Vaschi's chin, and the head maid who was still full of anger immediately turned into a well-behaved kitten, with flushed cheeks and lowered her head.

After Vashj was dealt with, Azshara tried to reach out to Tyrande, but a moon-colored energy barrier blocked her fingers.

"Hmph~ Elune's shelter?"

Azshara snorted softly with a complicated expression, "Forget it, I want to see how long Elune can protect you."

"Vashqi, let's go."

"yes."

Before leaving, Vashj turned her back to Azshara and showed Tyrande murderous eyes. She felt threatened from the queen's attitude towards the priestess.

"Kang~"

With Azshara's departure, the armed maids who were in charge of guarding Tyrande entered the room again, and the slightly turbulent royal palace side hall once again returned to calm.

Tyrande sighed insignificantly, and looked up at the waning moon hanging in the night sky outside the window, with a hint of sadness on her face.

‘Elune, I hope the rescue you mentioned can arrive before the blessing dissipates. '

...

"Ah Choo!"

In the outskirts of Xin Aisa Li, in the camp of the rebel army.

Andrea, who was shaving in the tent, suddenly sneezed.

Fortunately, the razor was removed in time, otherwise there would be an extra wound on his face.

Andrea rubbed his nose and complained in confusion, "Cold? Impossible, or is someone talking about me?"

With the help of Moon Guardian, the journey that was originally thousands of miles away has become a short distance away.

All the moon guards need to do is to find a magic net node, and they work together to build a large teleportation array, and teams of hundreds of people have come to the vicinity of the capital through the teleportation array.

In the previous counter-offensive, a large area around Xin-Aisa Li was occupied by the rebels. The coordinates sent by Andrea and others were located at one of the magic network nodes near Black Rook Castle, which is the rear of the rebels. .

After merging with the main force of the rebel army, the addition of hundreds of Luna priests gave the tired rebel soldiers a shot in the arm.

Not only was the morale boosted by the full support of the Sisters of Elune representing the moon god, the priests immediately went to treat the wounded soldiers after they arrived at the barracks.

The joint process between the two parties was extremely smooth. As the leader of the rebel army, Jarod Shadowsong brought his sister Maiev into the top ranks of the coalition forces without hindrance.

Delier and other Moon Guards were already prepared to be made things difficult by the rebels, but they were also warmly welcomed by the noble officers of the rebels.

As the evil deeds of the Burning Legion gradually became undisguised, this small group of Moon Guards was definitely not the only Highborne who came to join the Rebel Army.

Except for Syndra who hides in Eresalas and pursues a secret policy, and Suramar who opens the turtle shell to lock himself up.

In Sandara in the far north and Cerraro in the central wilderness, a large number of highborne came to join the rebel camp because they were dissatisfied with the Burning Legion's practice.

Even so, the commander-in-chief of the coalition army, Jarod, still felt that his troops were stretched in the face of the overwhelming demons near Xin-Aisa Li.

Andrea thought he could meet his mentor Malfurion in the barracks, and he even prepared a set of amnesiac rhetoric in advance.

But he accidentally learned from the druid who stayed behind that the archdruid followed Cenarius and other demigods to establish a vanguard camp at the forefront, and they were always monitoring the movements of the demons.

'It's no wonder that Malfurion should be very anxious now that Tyrande was taken away. '

For the mild-mannered Malfurion, most of the time he prefers to take a step back and calm down, but he is very clear about the big issues that are related to the world crisis.

In addition to the safety of Azeroth and the tribe, the archdruid also has the most important reverse scale-Tyrande.

Once someone threatens Tyrande, the kind-hearted Malfurion will show the world the cruel side of nature.

...

Andrea couldn't get used to his bearded face for a long time. Because of various incidents, he never found a chance to settle down.

Under Maiev's struggle, Andrea was allocated her own independent tent. Although the conditions were not very good under the chaos of war, she could finally spare some time to take care of personal issues.

After shaving his beard all over his face, Andrea intuitively saw his own appearance in the mirror.

As the source of all elves' branch races, the night elves are all handsome men and women. Apart from the strange purple skin, Andrea has never seen a single ugly person.

Objective self-evaluation, Andrea thinks that her appearance is not outstanding among her peers, at least from the appearance, she doesn't see anything special.

But his eyes are absolutely unique among the night elves, and there is no other person except him with such golden-framed black-pupil eyes.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Andrea Moon Shadow here?"

The inquiry from outside the door interrupted Andrea's thoughts.

"I'm here, who is it?"

Pulling aside the curtain of the tent and going outside, a druid wearing simple leather armor was standing outside Andrea's tent.

The druid looked very young, and he looked at Andrea with a look of surprise and curiosity in his eyes.

Andrea's appearance was somewhat different from the information he had obtained before, and the other party did not have the iconic beard on his face.

"Senior Andrea? Commander Garrod invites you to go to the main camp for discussion."

Andrea froze for a moment, then pointed to himself in surprise, "Me? Discussion? Is that right?"

The little druid scratched his head and said in embarrassment, "At least that's the order I received. I don't know exactly what happened."

The incomprehensible look in Andrea's eyes flashed away, "Okay, I'll pass right away, thank you for your hard work, your name is..."

The little druid rubbed his nose in embarrassment and said, "Ferrion, my name is Ferrion Riverwind, and I am the second-generation druid after you and your predecessors."