Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

When Andrea returned to her mansion, she felt something was wrong. Shandris, who had just returned from the Artemis base, saw Azshara following Andrea, and immediately understood the general situation develop.

The little confused Seres didn't come back to her senses for a moment, seeing the changing expression on Shandris' face when she looked at Azshara, it took a few seconds for her to look at her husband with disbelief.

"cough~"

Andrea lowered her head slightly in embarrassment and said, "Things have already happened. I don't want to find reasons to say that the problem is not with me. I just hope to get your forgiveness."

The Black Dragon Princess Onyxia, who happened to be a guest at home, stared at the Shura Field in front of her eyes, and Xalatas, who was hiding behind Aurora, grinned to her ear, greedily absorbing the scene in the living room. Chaotic atmosphere.

Shandris looked at Azshara, who was elegant and dignified, with a faint smile on her face, and took a deep breath.

Just when Andrea thought that the strong Shandris would explode, what she heard was a long sigh.

"Hey~"

When Andrea was still a little dazed, Shandris pulled him to her side, and stared at Azshara who was rolling her eyes with sharp eyes.

"I believe Andrea, this wood will never take the initiative to shoot, what did you do to him?"

A look of surprise flashed in Azshara's golden eyes, and she chuckled playfully, "Santis, is that why you trust him? Isn't there a saying that males think with their lower body."

"At least Andrea isn't."

Shandris calmly responded, "There are many beautiful women around Andrea, all kinds of wild flowers, and Andrea has never been tempted. I don't think you will be the special one. "

"Huh~ Stunning beauty?"

Azshara brushed back the silver hair that fell to her shoulders, and looked around the women present with pride, "In front of me, Azshara, who can claim to be stunning?"

Shandris stagnated. In terms of appearance and temperament, no one in the world today can compare with Azshara.

"Hmph! What a big tone, do you think I don't exist?"

Elune, who had been watching silently, suddenly spoke out and began to yell at Azshara, "Azshara, your beauty is indeed unparalleled in Azeroth, but it may not be magnified in the entire universe. It is better not to be too confident in this aspect. good."

Azshara raised her eyebrows, with a playful expression on her face, "Elune? I didn't expect you to keep paying attention to Andrea, before that in my bedroom..."

"I'm not! I'm not! Don't talk nonsense!"

Elune's three consecutive denials were thrown out immediately, and her eagerness to get rid of the relationship made Andrea wonder.

'Could it be...'

With the gradual growth of Azeroth, Elune, who has obtained the permission of the star soul, can speak directly in the planet to a limited extent, but she has not yet been able to condense her own entity in the material world outside the Emerald Dream.

In terms of appearance and temperament alone, Elune's appearance is indeed the only one that can rival Azshara's beauty.

The temperament of the two is noble and proud, the other is holy and friendly, each has its own strengths, and it is difficult to tell them apart.

Elune's sudden interruption made Shandris look shocked, and she hurriedly knelt down on one knee with her hands clasped in front of her chest.

"Respected Elune, the moon god, I didn't expect you to issue an oracle here, your devout believer Shandris..."

"OK OK."

Elune hastily spoke out to stop the unnecessary red tape, "Santis, I know more about you than you think, after all, you are the longest companion of my kin Andrea."

Elune's intervention eased the tense atmosphere at the scene, and Andrea, who had been silent all this time, breathed a sigh of relief.

Azshara came here this time just to show her presence and the relationship with Andrea, and she didn't plan to move into Moon Shadow Manor immediately.

Under the mediation of Elune, Shandris, a devout follower of the moon god, reluctantly suppressed the anger in her heart, but it was not so easy for her to fully agree with this fact.

In contrast, Seres, who was originally a latecomer, did not have strong resistance to Azshara, she just followed Shandris to express their joint position.

...

The next day Malfurion and the others were startled when they saw Andrea in the meeting hall.

It's not how exhausted and weak Andrea is when he became a true god, but that his neck is full of all kinds of "strawberries", as if someone is deliberately swearing ownership.

Fandral's eyes were a little weird, as if he was holding back a smile, "Andrea, you are..."

"Don't ask." Andrea stopped him blankly, "If you ask, you haven't slept all day."

"Pfft~"

Tyrande couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing, she had already learned the whole story from Elune.

Anyway, it wasn't his own Malfurion who had the accident, the high priest could laugh at it from the perspective of a bystander.

"cough~"

Malfurion, who also learned the truth from his wife, coughed to smooth things over, "Everyone, this is Andrea's private matter after all, so let's leave it alone."

All the people present are old colleagues who have worked together for thousands of years. They know each other very well. It is okay to joke with each other, but no one is stupid enough to really poke someone's pain.

Andrea didn't forget about his business because of yesterday's chaos. He put a set of potions he got from Azshara on the table, and told the colleagues present about the effects of the potions.

"The potion researched by Azshara can modify the fertility rate of night elves from the genetic level. I have seen the records of drug users who voluntarily accepted the experiment in the Eternal Palace. Under normal mating conditions, the probability of conception is basically the same as that of humans."

Fandral looked at the gradually blue medicine bottle on the table with bright eyes, "With this kind of potion, the expansion of the night elves can finally get rid of the shackles of the population, Andrea, it's worth your sacrifice...uh!"

Fandral, who didn't open the pot and carried the pot, was sanctioned by Andrea's shadow power from the air. This rough man with a beard on his upper body and a scumbag twisted his waist and hips in front of everyone and danced a "charming" dance.

"vomit~"

Maiev looked up with a bluish face and stopped, "Stop! This picture is too powerful. If you kill one thousand enemies, you will lose eight hundred. Let's stop."

Fandral was making a gesture of blinking his left eye and pouting, finally regaining control of his body. The resolute archdruid bowed forward in frustration.

"My image..."

Jarod nearly ducked under the table laughing, and slapped Fandral's sturdy back as he laughed.

"Misfortune comes from your mouth, hahahaha! You should pay attention to controlling your speech in the future."

Malfurion clapped his hands dumbfounded, "Everyone, back to the topic."

"With these potions, we can gradually remove the restricted birth rate of the night elves, but at the same time, we must also be wary of the possible side effects of the explosive population growth."

The relieved Andrea finally calmed down, and then said, "I have already thought about the basic policy of family planning, but the specific limit of how many years one child needs to be discussed and formulated according to the actual situation."

"Also, inform Illidan."

A cold light flickered in Andrea's eyes, "The moment of decisive battle is coming, let him move back to Anakis, and be ready to activate the Sagerite Keystone at any time."