Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Leaving Hataru to carry the mana lattice according to Moharadon's instructions, Andrea and Seres strode into the fortress, and soon saw both sides of the conflict in the hall.

Illidan crossed his arms rebelliously, raised his head slightly, and looked at a flushed female draenei opposite with contemptuous eyes.

Yrel and Tamara hugged each other one after the other, preventing her from attacking Illidan impulsively.

The pale Tyrande sat on a simple wheelchair, persuading Illidan to restrain himself with a helpless expression.

Thanks to Tyrande's persuasion, although Illidan was very upset, he could barely control his attack, but his posture and demeanor that deserved a beating... Andrea wanted to hit someone when he saw it.

Andrea first came to Velen and asked with a smile, "Prophet, what's going on? When did Illidan come back?"

Wei Lun was also a little helpless at the tense situation at the scene, shook his head and said, "I just came back this morning, and I happened to meet Ishana who came to discuss the military discussion, so..."

Andrea suddenly realized that the two had clashed because of disagreement before, and when they collided again, it was like throwing a flame into a pyre, and it quickly ignited.

Andrea turned his head to look around, "Since Aldor's high priest is here, where is Khadgar?"

Velen explained, "Master Khadgar is still guarding the defense line of Teledore, and he can't escape for the time being."

The farce lasted long enough, and Velen slowly walked up to Ishana with his staff, and lightly paused the prophet's staff.

"Okay, Ishana, don't let anger fill your heart, and remember the teachings of the Holy Light."

Before Ishana could reply, Illidan sneered preemptively, "Teaching from the Holy Light? Hehe~"

"Devil! How dare you question the Holy Light!"

Ishana's anger, which had subsided slightly, flared up again, and Velen couldn't help raising his eyebrows, but the well-trained prophet quickly controlled his emotions.

"Ishana, are my words not working?"

Ishana saw the prophet's still gentle but powerful ecology, took a deep breath to control her emotions.

"Suck ~ call ~"

"Hmph! Good luck to you devil!"

Illidan twitched the corner of his mouth and sneered evilly, "Hehe~ Who is the lucky one?"

Tyrande yelled in a low voice with a headache, "Illidan! Stop provoking!"

"Tsk! Okay, I listen to you."

Andrea looked at the demon hunter who was still a little bit speechless, ‘It’s a waste of talent if you don’t use your sarcasm skills, young man, do you want to use your talent for revenge? '

"Crack!"

Andrea clapped his hands to attract the attention of everyone present, "Please take a seat first and put aside your personal grievances for the time being. The first task right now is to expel the Burning Legion."

As the leader of Azeroth's reinforcements, Andrea's prestige is enough to be recognized by all racial leaders from Azeroth.

The tauren, tol'vir and other melon-eating races were the first to take their seats obediently, and Ishana also sat down angrily under Velen's greeting.

"Chairman Moon Shadow?"

Illidan "watched" Andrea with his green eyes behind the black cloth for a few seconds, and finally sat down under Tyrande's urging.

Andrea breathed a sigh of relief, and said while the iron was hot, "First of all, we will report the progress of our respective missions. We successfully cooperated with the Void Spirits of the Star Consortium during this trip to the Netherstorm, and obtained a sufficient amount of mana lattices from them. "

'Void Spirit? '

Illidan frowned. He had always lacked focus on things he didn't care about, and it took him a while to recall the origins of these bandaged people wandering around in the universe.

Andrea turned to look at Tyrande who was leading the defense of Hellfire Citadel, "High Priest, what's wrong with your body? Is Kruul's offensive very violent?"

"No, quite the opposite."

Tyrande shook his head and said, "When you just left the Hellfire Peninsula, Kruul launched a fierce attack, but after returning in vain, he has been standing still. Prophet Velen speculates that he should be waiting for Kil'jaeden to send The next batch of reinforcements."

"As for my body..."

Tyrande clenched his fists and felt the strength of his body. "It's not a big problem, it's just that the excessive use of divine arts is a bit overdrawn. It should recover in a day or two."

Andrea had already learned the whole story from Leticia who was standing behind her.

‘Using the Wrath of the Moon God twice in a row with a mortal body is only slightly overdrawn? '

Andrea glanced at Tyrande with a strange expression, "Fortunately, she is Elune's own daughter, and this affinity for divine arts is indeed different." '

Elune's displeased voice sounded in Andrea's mind, "Who do you say is the daughter of whom? With my life form, it is basically impossible to give birth to offspring. Don't spread rumors there."

"Uh~"

Andrea didn't expect Elune to be paying attention to him, and he was a little embarrassed to be found out by himself when he said bad things behind his back.

"...I'm just spouting casually, don't take it seriously."

"huh~"

"cough~"

Pulling his attention back to the military discussion in front of him, Andrea reached out and signaled to Ishana, "High Priest, please tell me about the situation in Zangarmarsh."

Ishana nodded solemnly and said, "The defense of the eastern half of Zangarmarsh is fine. Khadgar stayed in Teledore to command the battle. As for the western half..."

Looking sideways at Illidan who was sitting sideways with Erlang's legs up, Ishana sneered and said, "This will be explained by the demon over there."

"Don't make it sound like my subordinates will make mistakes."

Illidan said indifferently, "Vashj's line of defense is still intact. At least I'm sure that she will be breached later than you."

"No! We'll last longer!"

"Impossible, you will be breached first."

"Devil! Where did you come from!"

"Boom!"

Andrea knocked on the table heavily, and reminded with a gloomy face, "Are you bickering children? Or are you just ignoring what I just said?"

The aura of the demigod level was completely released, and everyone present felt the pressure on their shoulders rising sharply. Even Illidan subconsciously sat up straight and put on a guarded posture.

Ishana bit her lower lip under Vinlen's reproachful eyes, bowed her head and apologized to Andrea, "I'm sorry, I was impulsive, and this is the end of my report."

Andrea didn't pursue Ishana's issue, after all, she was a subordinate of Velen, and it was not his turn to punish her on her behalf.

"Illidan, how is your operation in Nathreza going?"

"Hmph~ Why should I tell you?"

Tyrande frowned and urged, "Illidan, speak quickly."

"Tsk~" Illidan raised his head proudly and scanned the audience, "While you are still arguing over trivial matters, I have obtained the core secrets about the Burning Legion."

"Nathreza no longer exists. Numerous spatial rifts tore the home of the Dreadlord into pieces. After all, Kil'jaeden was too late to catch up."

Seeing Illidan's triumphant look, Andrea reminded faintly, "What are you laughing at?"

"Kil'jaeden failed to catch you in Nathreza, but was tricked by you. Where do you think... he, who is full of anger after being teased, will go next?"

"Forehead……"

The smile on Illidan's face froze, and the other people present also frowned. Obviously, they all sensed something wrong from Andrea's words.

Velen solemnly clenched the prophet's staff in his hand, "Will he come to Draenor himself?"