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"You want to go to Azsuna?"

Although Sharlayan and Valeera did not deliberately lower their conversation, it was not so easy to hear their conversation clearly due to the suppressed noise in the venue.

The sudden cold voice from behind them startled the two of them. They turned their heads and realized that Maiev was sitting on the roof of the venue at some point, looking down at them.

Maiev herself is not too cold about the so-called celebration banquet, but no matter how you say it, it is impossible to wear armor with low EQ to attend the meeting.

Maiev did not wear an evening gown like Valeera and other women did, but changed into casual attire.

This was shocking enough for the always unselfish leader of the Watchers. From time to time, there would be male night elves in the venue quietly looking at her with astonishing eyes.

In all fairness, Maiev's appearance is really good.

Even Sarlayan, who received the baptism of the top beauties of the high elves since childhood and has extremely high standards, can get a high score of 90+.

But her always-hanging eyebrows and cold attitude became points-deducting items, coupled with her majestic temperament, few people dared to look at Maiev with the eyes of admiring beauty.

...Of course, most of the time you can't actually see her face at all, and the ugly Warden's helmet can hide all prying eyes.

Maiev herself didn't care about it. She had sworn to give everything to Elune, and she never thought of finding a life partner in all these years.

The half-drunk Fandral Buckhelm joked with Sharlayan and Valeera in the venue before, saying that Maiev is an old woman who has never been enlightened for thousands of years.

Fortunately, Maiev didn't hear this, otherwise the archdruid would probably live a very "full life" for the next period of time.

In fact, the Luna belief system has never prohibited marriage. Tyrande, who is the high priest of the Luna, is not the same as Malfurion. This is purely Maiev's personal behavior and has nothing to do with the organization.

Someone joked in the barrage that Maiev faced the prisoner Illidan every day. After ten thousand years, she might have developed some feelings for him that she shouldn't have.

But Sharlayan and Valeera, who had personally been in contact with Maiev, knew that this statement was just a groundless rumor, and the possibility of her being a Lala was more reliable than this rumor.

This wasn't all the nonsense of Sharlayan and Valeera. Maiev always had a business-like and cold attitude when facing outsiders.

She only showed a soft expression when communicating with her watchman sisters, fully showing the super high level of appearance she should have, and she really has a bit of orange atmosphere.

After the cooperative battle to kill Sareth, Maiev's attitude towards Sarlayan and Valeera was pretty good. Although they didn't greet them with smiles, at least they didn't have a straight face anymore, and their demeanor was relatively peaceful.

Sharlayan raised his head and said to Maiev on the roof: "Yes, I plan to go to Azsuna to find information related to Azshara, to confirm whether my guess is correct."

Maiev didn't continue to ask Sharlayan what his conjecture was, but just nodded slightly.

"Dah~"

Nimbly jumped down from the roof and landed firmly in front of the two of them. Maiev took out a badge from her bosom and patted it on Sharlayan's hand.

Sharlayan, who had a keen sense of smell, smelled a hint of fruit wine scent from the warm badge.

'She actually drank? '

"Watcher's base camp, Watcher Island, is just off the southern coast of Azsuna. If you encounter troubles that you can't solve, you can use this badge to seek help from Maileen Bladewing in the Watcher's Vault."

From what Sharlayan had learned from the other night elves, Maiev was an apathetic person who was only focused on her duties.

In addition, it is said that she is very disgusted with the high elves and their descendants, and her tough attitude even exceeds that of Tyrande, who is radical to the outside world.

But after personally contacting Maiev, Sharlayan found that these rumors were not true.

Maiev is indeed very indifferent towards unfamiliar outsiders, but people have two sides, and Maiev is undoubtedly a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

As descendants of the Highborne, Sharlayan and Valeera did not encounter unreasonable difficulties when they contacted Maiev, and they were more business-like.

Before Sharlayan came back to his senses, Maiev turned around and waved goodbye to the two.

"It's time for me to go back and keep guarding the prisoners. Remember to explain to others for me."

When Maiev strode forward and disappeared out of sight, Valeera lowered her head and chuckled.

"Maev's character is too straightforward, so it is easy to offend people. No wonder there are so many false rumors about her in the night elves."

Sharlayan also jokingly replied: "Is this called the Straight Girl of Steel? No... Whether she is straight or not remains to be seen."

Valeera nudged Sharlayan's waist with her elbow, "Don't gossip behind other people's backs, and take a step back, even if it's true, it has nothing to do with us, as long as she doesn't treat me Make it a goal."

...

When the sun was high, most of the people who participated in the banquet had already fallen asleep, and Fandral Buckhelm, who drank his sorrows away, was snoring all day long.

Tyrande bid farewell to Sharlayan and Valeera early in the morning, and returned to Nordrassil to sit in command, eagerly waiting for the latest news from the expeditionary force led by Malfurion from the front.

Due to a previous thought, Sharlayan didn't rush to set off, and stayed with Valeera in Lora Hill for an extra day, and finally waited until the evening of the day when Staghelmet woke up from the hangover.

"Well……"

The deer helmet, whose head was still a little drowsy, struggled to get up from the bed. He had developed a biological clock in his life with extreme self-discipline, and he would wake up naturally when the time came.

"You finally woke up."

The voice from outside the window made Lu Helmet froze for a moment, and looked up in astonishment, and saw a wolf with silver-white fur squatting on the roof of the opposite building.

"So, you were the one who made the series of wolf howls just now?"

Sharlayan: "Cough~ It's not important, it's just that I can't help seeing the full moon."

There have been rumors of wolves howling at the moon in Azeroth since ancient times, and Sharlayan can personally guarantee that this rumor is true.

Since today happened to be a full moon, Sharlayan felt some inexplicable commotion in his body.

Curious, he complied with instinct and turned into a silver wolf form. On the spot, he yelled at the full moon hanging in the night sky, and his thoughts instantly became clear, and his whole body felt refreshed.

The full moon seemed to have a special effect on the silver wolf, Sharlayan could feel that his body was absorbing some kind of energy.

These mystical energies were good for Sharlayan, as long as they didn't get carried away by Goldrinn's rage.

The silver-white energy is further tempering the body in the form of a silver wolf, making his muscles tighter and his bones strengthened to a certain extent.

Sharlayan was not sure what the reason was. The moon of Azeroth did have strange powers. It was said that when the two moons converged, they would trigger a powerful tide of magic power, which was the most suitable time for some special rituals.

"Huh~"

The deer helmet shook his head heavily, trying to get his dizzy brain back to work as soon as possible.

"You stayed here on purpose, there should be something you want to talk to me about?"

"Just say it straight, I don't like to go around the corner."

Silver Wolf raised his eyebrows with great interest: "What a coincidence, I also don't like the way of talking around."

"I'm afraid that what I want to say will violate the druid's belief in following the rules of nature. It's not convenient to talk about it in detail here. Come with me first."

...

After leaving Lola Hill, Sharlayan's transformed silver wolf and traveling form's great white stag came to a small lake in the south of the town one after the other.

"Just here."

After returning to human form with Staghelmet, Sharlayan asked straight to the point: "Grand Druid of Staghelmet, have you heard of the Thorn Whisperer?"

Staghelmet was a little surprised by Sharlayan's question, but he answered it with a nod.

"I have heard that the Thorn Whisperer is another sect derived from the Druids. It is said that they are not obsessed with maintaining the rules of nature, but are dedicated to studying how to achieve a balance between life and death."

"Yes, I am a Thornwhisperer."

The outstretched hands of Sharlayan hold two different powers at the same time, the left hand is the power of life full of vitality, and the right hand is the dark and obscure power of death.

"I dare not say how many achievements have been made in maintaining the balance between life and death, but necromancy is indeed unique in some aspects."

"For example...calling on souls."

Lu Helmet's eyes, which were cloudy due to hangover, suddenly shot two sharp lights, and the remaining alcohol disappeared instantly.

"You... can you help me recall the soul of Valstein?!"