Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Falnaar is not far from the Moon Guard Fortress, and you only need to go north along the confluence to get there.

When Andrea and Niyana came to the Moon Guard Fortress, the Moon Guard Fortress had been forced to open the defensive barrier.

More than a dozen highborne in gorgeous robes were tightly bound in the core area of ​​the fortress. Priscim was still wearing her signature red hood and guarded silently by her side. The thieves and scouts under her had sharp eyes The high-level guards of these moon protection fortresses.

"Thank you, Prism."

Apart from reporting to work, Prism is a taciturn person, and she is not good at flattering her superiors.

Gently nodding to Andrea, Priscim stepped aside to leave enough space for Andrea, and a handsome highborne man kneeling in front of Andrea with his hands tied behind his back.

Andrea smiled and squatted in front of this "noble" mage with long silver hair, "Hehe~ Isn't this His Excellency Augustine Moonweave? What are you doing?"

"Let me go! I didn't do anything!"

The unnatural look in Augustine's eyes flashed away, and he struggled fiercely and shouted, "There is nothing wrong with inflicting crimes! If you want to annex the Moon Guard Fortress, just say so, why humiliate us with such humble methods!"

Andrea looked at this guy who still refused to admit his mistake, and shook his head amusedly.

Raising his hand and waving at Prism, Andrea said sarcastically, "It seems that our Lord Moonmark won't cry when he sees the coffin, Prism, show him something real."

"yes."

"Woohoo!"

An elf wearing exquisitely enchanted light armor was brought in from outside the door by two scouts covering his mouth. Seeing this elf with dark purple skin, Augustine's expression froze, and then he lowered his head gloomyly.

The appearance of this elf is very similar to that of the night elf, but there are subtle differences.

His complexion was darker than that of a lavender night elf, and his figure seemed slimmer than that of a coordinated night elf, with shiny arcane similes carved into his face and exposed skin.

"It seems that you understand where you are exposed. Do you know how to write stupid characters?"

Andrea still had a kind smile on her face, and reached out and patted Augustine's side face twice.

"I'm really ashamed for you. The Moonrun family was one of the great nobles in the Dark Night Empire period. How come your generation is so unbearable?"

"What benefits did Suramar give you? Enough to make you abandon your present rich and peaceful life and help them continue to hide it from me."

"generous?"

Hearing this, Augustine, who had already lost the will to resist, raised his head again and retorted indignantly, "We are not even given the right to freely absorb the magic power of the Well of Eternity. You call this a privilege?!"

"Suramar's condition is very simple, enough magic power, you can suck as much as you want, do you have such courage!"

Andrea stood up with a sneer, "Idiot, this rule is not aimed at you specifically, all high elves living in the Night Republic must abide by it."

"And there is a reason why you are not allowed to absorb magic power wantonly. Can't you, who live in the outer city of Suramar, see those withered wandering in the wilderness? Do you want to become one of them in the future?"

"Or, do you have the confidence to play the old fox of Suramar in the political struggle as an outsider? Who gave you the courage? Your surname is Liang?"

"Do you really think that the more magic you absorb, the better? How did your elders educate you?"

"you!"

"okay."

Andrea waved her hand in disappointment to interrupt Augustine's powerless rebuttal, "I don't want to hear your excuses anymore, you are no longer worth using... Prism."

After receiving Andrea's instructions, Priscim teleported behind Augustine with a shadow step without saying a word, and the dagger engraved with blood grooves on the surface swiftly pierced Augustine's heart from behind.

"Well!"

Andrea's decisiveness was completely beyond Augustine's expectations. He stared at the expressionless Andrea in front of him with his eyes wide open. With strength, he fell forward unwillingly to the ground.

"this……"

Seeing someone die in front of her for the first time with her own eyes, Niyana covered her mouth and almost exclaimed, and the faces of other bound high elves around her also showed horror.

Andrea, who still maintained a stern face, said to the pale young apprentice, "Niyana, you remember a principle."

"I can tolerate anyone's doubts about me, incomprehension and abuse of the Supreme Council's policies, but I have always had zero tolerance for traitors."

"They can betray you the first time for their own benefit. If you forgive them for a while, it is very likely that it will happen again the second and third time."

"But..." After experiencing the baptism of the illusion, Niyana finally didn't start to retch on the spot, and she questioned in a low voice with an ugly face, "Teacher, didn't you say that Suramar is our compatriot? These people... shouldn't be counted. Let's go betrayal."

"I did, but it was past and future, not present."

Andrea winked at Prism, and all the moon guards present were quickly executed, leaving only the armored man with weak feet.

Seeing Andrea's decisive side for the first time, Niyana's inherent impression of her mentor's gentleness and lack of courage began to shatter.

Although she still couldn't accept it in her heart, Niyana finally understood why Andrea could sit in the position of the chairman of the Supreme Council for thousands of years.

A national leader who can only blindly tolerate is absolutely unqualified. Of course, blindly being tough is not a long-term solution.

Andrea taught her rookie apprentice a lesson with practical actions. Although she may not fully agree with her approach, at least let the child have a general understanding of her own style.

Andrea, who has been struggling in Azeroth for nearly ten thousand years, is by no means a benevolent and pedantic person, otherwise it would not be so easy to suppress Tyrande, who has a strong desire for power, for thousands of years.

When he turned his head to look at the slender elf in light armor, a warm smile had returned to Andrea's face, as if he wasn't the one who ordered the killing of the traitor before.

"Is this... the Son of the Night?"

Smiling, he squatted down in front of the trembling Night Son and tore off his mouth gag. Andrea asked kindly, "Can you tell me the content of your deal with the Moon Guard Fortress? get something?"

If the previous scene hadn't happened, the Nightborn would never have imagined that the seemingly gentle Andrea would suddenly kill him.

Although it is old-fashioned to kill chickens and monkeys, it is undeniable that it is very useful.

The Nightborne have been pampered and pampered in the city of Suramar for nearly ten thousand years. Except for some political struggles where you frame me and I report you, they rarely see this kind of "butcher" who takes people's lives without saying a word.

"I said, I said! Don't kill me!"

The smile on Andrea's face could not be brighter, and Niyana, who was standing not far from him, felt a little chills in her heart, let alone the child of the night who was the person involved.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you casually, you are the first Nightborne we have seen with our own eyes."

"Come on, tell me everything you know. Depending on your intelligence contribution, not only will I not punish you, but I will reward you."