Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

After deciding to ask for help from Pandaria, the only remaining question is, who to send?

Andrea didn't know the composition of the high-level members of the Resistance Army today, and he didn't jump in when Garald and others were discussing the candidates for the special envoy.

As a Druid from a commoner background, Fandral was equally uninterested in such political issues, and Andrea sneaked into Fandral's side while the bosses present were recommending their confidants.

"Fandral, I need your help with something."

"Ok?"

Fandral looked down at Andrea, who was half a head shorter than himself, in confusion, "What's the matter? As long as I can do it, you can just ask."

At this time, Fandral hadn't experienced the pain of bereavement, and even his wife was only around him... Ahem.

In short, the current Fandral does not have the arrogance and impatience in Andrea's impression at all, perhaps because he is also a druid, and he had a lot of contacts with Andrea's predecessor when he was studying art together. The attitude was very enthusiastic.

"You also know that my brain was injured and I lost my memory in the mission of escaping from death."

"Although there are still some physical instincts left, but now I only use basic spells such as Moonfire and Wrath of Nature, can you..."

"Oh, I see!"

Fandral didn't wait for Andrea to finish speaking, he took the lead in hammering his palm and suddenly said, "Do you want to learn the Druid spell again? No problem!"

"Hush! Keep your voice down."

The guy's loud voice caught the attention of some of the bosses at the conference table, and Andrea had to remind him to lower his voice.

"Simply speaking, do you have a sample of the druid spell tutorial?"

Fandral nodded slightly satisfied and said, "Don't tell me, I really have it."

Fandral took out a piece of dark brown bark from the space package at his waist, and handed it to Andrea without hesitation.

"Before the archdruid left, he entrusted me with the important task of teaching the second-generation druids. In order to facilitate these rookies' intuitive understanding of druid teachings and spells, I made a set of templates to teach them."

"Accept it. This is one of the copies I kept. With your talent and the memory left in your body, you should be able to regain control of them soon."

"Uh...thanks."

Andrea took over the textbook with some confusion, 'Why is it bark...can't paper be used? '

The living standard of the Dark Night Empire is quite developed, and paper has been invented and manufactured long ago. Andrea couldn't figure out why Fandral wanted to burn the text on the bark of the tree for circulation.

In any case, being able to obtain the tutorial outline of druid spells is undoubtedly a good thing for Andrea who can only use a few mutated spells now. At least he won't have to fumble while fighting next time.

...

After two days of "discussion", the main members of the special envoy sent to Pandaria were basically determined.

Vota Moonscar, who had a brief contact with the pandaren before, was the leader of the envoy. The Elune Sisterhood and the Druid Sect each sent a deputy envoy to accompany them, and each of the three parties arranged a small number of elite members to escort them along the way.

"Santis?"

Hearing the list reported by Maiev, Andrea interrupted her a little impatiently.

"Please wait! Why Shandris? She is just a trainee priest of the Sisterhood, far from being an elite?"

For a moment, Andrea even suspected that Maiev, the temporary leader of the Sisterhood, was avenging her own personal revenge. After all... Shandris' mentor was Tyrande who was now trapped in the palace.

Maiev didn't care about Andrea's faux pas, and when she communicated with Shandris in the Vault of Heaven, she learned about their relationship from the other party.

"This is Shandris' own request."

Maiev handed a list to Andrea, and the words "Self-recommendation" were written clearly behind the names of Shandris and the other three.

"this……"

Andrea still felt a little unbelievable. Shandris' mentor, Tyrande, was still imprisoned in the palace. Logically speaking, it was impossible for her to leave Zin-Azalie at this juncture.

Saying goodbye to Garrod and the others in a hurry, Andrea came to the tent shared by Shandris and other members of the sorority.

Coincidentally, Shandris was the only one in the tent at this time, and Shandris could be seen packing his luggage through the opened curtain.

"Santis!"

Hearing Andrea's slightly anxious call, Shandris paused, then turned around with a slight sigh.

"you……"

Without waiting for Andrea to ask a question, Shandris first said, "I know why you came here. I have not been hinted or coerced by anyone. Going to Pandaria is entirely voluntary."

Andrea was still very puzzled, but Shandris' expression was very firm at this time, and she didn't look like she was joking at all.

"Don't you want to rescue your mentor yourself? Why did you choose to go to Pandaria at this time?"

Shandris clenched her hands hanging by her side for a moment, and Andrea saw her facial muscles tense for a moment.

But then Shandris sighed helplessly, "If you say you don't want to, it must be a lie."

"But I know my own strength well. If you and the archdruid temporarily let me join the assault team, I will definitely hold you back in this important covert operation."

"At that time, not only will the instructor not be able to be rescued, but it may even startle the snake, and make the Burning Legion and the Highborne be more vigilant. This is something I cannot accept anyway."

Andrea opened his mouth, but seeing Shandris' stubborn look, he finally gave up persuading with a wry smile.

"...I can't guarantee 100% that Ms. Tyrande can be rescued, but I will definitely do my best. You must also be careful on your journey to Pandaria. This journey...is destined to not be very peaceful."

It's not difficult to bypass Zin-Azshari, who is surrounded by demons. The highborne mages of the rebel army can send the envoys directly to the southern border fortress of the Dark Night Empire.

But on the way to Pandaria, the special envoy will inevitably pass through the holy land of trolls, the holy mountain of Zandalar.

Forced by Azshara's irresistible strength and forced to sign a humiliating treaty, the Zandalari trolls have always hated the night elves.

If any night elves leave their territory and enter the Zandalari's control area, they will know with their asses, those guys who call themselves trolls and wise men will not give up this opportunity, and will definitely attack the special envoy to vent their hearts Hold back the anger for countless years.

"huh~"

Shandris brushed her long hair that fell to her shoulders and said confidently, "Master Vota Moonscar will personally lead the team, unless the Zandalari trolls dispatch their loa in large numbers, it is impossible to capture our advancing route." It's not that easy."

Andrea patted Shandris on the head with a smile, "Don't underestimate the troll, arcane magic is not omnipotent, there are some unique features in the troll's voodoo spell, don't capsize in the gutter just because you underestimate your opponent .”

"Know it."

Shandris opened Andrea's hand angrily, "Obviously you don't have any memories of the past, but you still like to pat my head as usual. Do you still have some body instincts?"

Stretching out her fist and hammering lightly on Andrea's chest, Shandris raised her neck proudly and let out a soft snort.

"Don't worry about me in a hurry, you should concentrate on completing the oracle given to you by the goddess."

"This trip to Pandaria can be regarded as a process of self-improvement and experience. Next time I come back, I will definitely impress you. Just wait for me."

"and also."

A trace of unwillingness and worry flashed in Shandris' eyes, "Teacher Tyrande, please, please save her."