Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"The extravagant banquet has been held for two days. Even the believers who used to come to the temple on time to pray were attracted by the luxurious scene. The place is empty, which is really unaccustomed."

On the edge of the city of Suramar, outside the ancient Temple of the Moon, apprentice priest Tyrande Windspeaker had just finished a prayer with his companions. A short apprentice priest complained to his sisters in a low voice. With.

They stood on the grass outside the Temple of the Moon, under the sculpture of the Moon Goddess holding a cup, talking while cleaning the moon well according to tradition.

The short young girl looked at the city port from here, and there were clear sounds of music coming from outside the lively scenery, but these melodious sounds were not liked by the clergy.

"We should probably protest to upper management."

The short elf girl said to the sisters beside her:

"They should at least notify the Moon Temple in advance before holding such a large-scale celebration. I know that people in this city prefer the power of magic, but faith is still an important part of our elven civilization."

"it's useless."

Another elf priest with braids, who bent down to wipe the edge of the moon well, sighed and said:

"Suramar is hopeless, just like Zin-Azshari.

People worship the Queen, and the Queen loves arcana. After thousands of years of development, the power of magic combined with the glory of the Well of Eternity has become the backbone of the empire. The belief in the Moon God has been declining.

Haven't you heard?

The Temple of the Moon in Zin-Azshari has long been deserted, and it is difficult for sincere believers to maintain their pure faith in a city full of arcane magic.

Although the situation in Suramar is also very bad, at least we can survive.

Lord Ravencrest and Ms. Elisande did not suppress the belief in the moon god like the nobles in the capital. This is already very valuable. Tyrande, why don't you speak? "

The elf girl looked at her silent companion beside her and said with a smile:

"You always see these things very clearly. Maybe we need your opinion."

"Didn't we say this last time?"

Tyrande Windspeaker smiled helplessly when asked his name.

Wearing a white sacrificial robe, this young girl is like a small white flower swaying in the moonlight, always making everyone who sees her feel kindness and peace from the bottom of their hearts.

Although she has only been a member of the Moon Temple for a short time, her deep understanding of the Moon God's teachings and her sincerity in faith have made her stand out among these trainee priests from all over the empire, and she even has faint signs of becoming the leader of their small group.

Facing the sisters' inquiries, Tyrande hesitated. She held the cleaning tool in her hand, sat by the moon well and asked the sisters to sit beside her. After organizing her words, she said:

"As the high-ranking priests told us, sisters, the belief in the Moon God has been declining under the impact of arcane power. In big cities ruled by nobles like Zin-Azshari and Suramar, the origin of The power of magic is squeezing the living space of faith, which makes us feel very pessimistic.

But it doesn't have to be this way. "

Tyrande shook her head, pointed to her skin, then pointed to the bright lights on the other side of the port, and said softly:

"The moment the Queen and her nobles called themselves the Highborne, they were no longer of the same race as us.

This is not because we deliberately divide our civilization. It is because the queen and nobles are taking the initiative to draw a clear line with those of us who are unwilling to give up our belief in the moon god and embrace magic.

Do you understand what I mean?

Those compatriots who call themselves the High Elves are not the companions we should strive for. It may be a good thing that the belief in the Moon God ebbs in the impetuous big cities, because our real companions are not here.

Val'sharah, Mount Hyjal, Ashenvale.

Those areas that are not impacted by the power of arcane magic are Elune's domain. "

Speaking of this, Tyrande hesitated for a moment and said:

"The Highborne chose magic, but the Night Elves still sleep in the moonlight."

"But those 'high elves' were also night elves before."

The short trainee priest shook his head and said:

"Except for the fact that their skin is whiter than ours due to their long-term exposure to magic, there is no difference at all, and the moonlight will shine on them.

I don't think arcane magic is a bad force, but I always feel like they shouldn't just give up on our ancient beliefs. "

"So, we're still here."

Tyrande smiled, took the sisters' hands, and said softly:

"The kind Elune will not give up on her people. This is why this weathered Moon Temple still stands in Suramar. As long as we are still here, this ancient City of the Moon will still remain. There is moonlight shining.

We will welcome every compatriot who walks into the Temple of the Moon and preach the kindness of Elune to every confused compatriot. I believe that one day the increasingly arrogant highborne will also understand this.

Arcane magic can arm their bodies, but only Elune's moonlight can soothe their hearts. "

"Well said, Tyrande."

The tall elf girl who asked the question before took Tyrande's hand and said with admiration:

"No wonder the high priest values ​​you so much. I think you can take us to preach."

"No, sisters."

Tyrande also smiled. The beautiful and wise trainee priest shook her head and said:

"I heard all this from Maiev. She is the wisest and most talented among us. Although she is not good at talking, she has a heart that is firmer than any of us."

"Maev."

The short trainee priest stuck out his tongue and whispered:

"Miss Maiev always feels so cold. I dare not talk to her. Only you can make friends with her, Tyrande."

"No, Maiev is just not good at dealing with people."

Tyrande corrected:

“She is actually a very good person and a sister worthy of our trust. Next time I will invite her to sit here with us and talk about faith.

I believe some of her views will be refreshing to us.

Speaking of which, why don’t you see Maiev tonight? She was missing when I was praying just now. Where did she go? "

"Maev is home."

The tall elf said softly:

"It is said that her brother joined Suramar's city defense team some time ago, so she wants to go home to celebrate her brother. She may come back soon."

"Garold? That's a very good person of his age."

Tyrande smiled, nodded and said:

"Okay, then let's start praying, sisters, don't let those melancholy sounds invade your souls. Suramar is so busy tonight, but maybe there should be a quiet place."

"Well, Tyrande, it's up to you to lead us in prayer. Every time you call Elune, the moonlight will be exceptionally bright. We all feel that Ms. Elune is very partial to you, which makes us feel envy."

"Then if I treat you to a meal, will it change your jealousy towards me?"

"This is what you said, Tyrande, I want to drink fruit wine! The best fruit wine from Dusk Winery! Let your good friend Illidan treat you. We all know that he has joined the Moon Guard of Black Crow Castle, with a distinguished status and salary. It’s impressive.”

"I don't think Illidan will. Uh, okay."

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"Prayers should start, I'm going to be late."

On a street not far from the Temple of the Moon, Maiev Shadowsong, wearing the robe of a trainee priest, was walking quickly holding a Moon God's Book.

The trainee priest, who was always unsmiling, felt a little anxious.

She didn't want to miss tonight's prayers, mainly because it took some time to send her brother back to the Suramar City Guards headquarters to report on his duties.

But considering that he and his younger brother had depended on each other since childhood and grew up together, and now that his younger brother finally realized his childhood wish, he really couldn't bear to see his younger brother leave home alone.

"May Elune forgive me for my lethargy tonight."

Young Miss Maiev quickened her pace while praying and repenting in her heart.

But this kind of walking and praying behavior is not good. It seriously distracts Ma Wei. Although the banquet in the city tonight attracted many people to attend, leaving not many pedestrians on the neat streets, but just in Ma Wei Wei saw the ancient dome of the Temple of the Moon, and when she felt relaxed, she suddenly saw a black figure slowly walking out of the alley as she entered a trot state.

not good!

This thought flashed through the trainee priest's mind, but it was already too late.

Bang.

She bumped into the rash guy in front of her, and the Moon Goddess in her hand flew out. Miss Maiev herself also lost her balance, and rolled and fell to the ground with a scream.

This guy is so tough!

This was the first thought that flashed through the mind of the dizzy Maiev. She felt as if she had hit a wall while running. The impact made the delicate trainee priest feel pain in her head.

But the next moment, when Maiev closed her eyes and prepared to bear the pain of hitting the ground, a pair of hands firmly hugged her off balance.

Tonight's dim moonlight suddenly became brighter at this moment, making the dim streets brighter and allowing Maiev to see the face of the guy in front of her.

What a strange guy.

He has a face that is different from most elves. Compared with the appearance of elves, his face is more lazy. He also has golden hair that is spread softly on his shoulders, and a pair of pointed ears that are much shorter than other elves. Stand up outside.

This proves his identity.

He's really an elf and not a mutated troll or something.

But the most eye-catching thing about this face is the eyes, which are as blue as the sea and full of melancholy and tenderness like a lover.

The wind blew in this quiet street, making the other party's golden hair fly, and also made the stunned Maiev react.

She was now in the posture of a dancer, with her body tilted and being held in the arms of the other party. The posture between the two was very much like the intimate dance of the male and female protagonists in those love plays.

How has Miss Maiev, who is young and not good at communicating with others, ever experienced this kind of thing?

Her cheeks suddenly turned red.

Somewhat helpless, he struggled to break away from the other party's arms, and the other party seemed to notice this too ambiguous gesture. He stood up like a gentleman and helped Miss Maiev stand firm.

And he took the initiative to say in elegant Salas:

"I'm sorry, beautiful lady. I didn't notice it just now and almost made you fall. I should apologize for that."

"No, no, no, it's my fault. I was thinking about some random things and didn't notice my surroundings. You don't have to apologize."

Maiev lowered her head and tried to restore her red cheeks to normal. She whispered:

"It's me who should apologize."

The Crumb Pirate said nothing.

In this quiet street, under the moonlight, he looked at the innocent girl with her head lowered in front of him with a very complicated look.

It is really hard to imagine that such a poor talker would become the leader of the watchmen in the elven society ten thousand years later, and would become a ruthless person who would scare the evil forces.

Black always knew that Maiev was lonely during the ten thousand years of waiting, and her life was definitely not as easy as she said.

But when he actually saw Maiev ten thousand years ago, the pirate realized that although he had tried very hard to imagine Maiev's waiting, he still didn't really realize the impact of these ten thousand years on the girl in front of him. How difficult it is.

It had been less than a month since I lost Maiev, and it was already so difficult.

But Maiev lost herself for ten thousand years

Ms. Warden's indifference to all things is her way to fight against time, and this longing is frozen outside her shell, like a fire burning in the ice.

Is she afraid of adding to Blake's psychological burden by never talking about her past?

At this moment, an almost irresistible impulse surged in the heart of the pirate who had become a god. He wanted to hold the helpless girl in front of him into his arms and tell his thoughts in detail.

But in the end, Blake suppressed the impulse with a decent gesture. He leaned down and picked up the Moon God Book that fell at Maiev's feet, patted the dust on it, and handed it to the trainee priest in front of him.

"Thank you, sir."

Maiev whispered something, and she was about to leave, but she heard Blake cough and say:

"To be honest, Miss Priest, I am a traveler from afar. I have just arrived in the big city of Suramar and I am very tired. I wanted to go to those great-looking banquets and enjoy the warmth of this bustling city. and tolerance.

But meeting you may have been a revelation given to me by Elune. I saw your priestly robe and the book in your hand. You are a Moon God Priest, right? "

Blake looked at Maiev who turned around. He pretended to be tired and said:

"Can you allow me to enter your Moon Temple and bless me with your own hands or listen to my confession and pray for me?"

"Well, I'm just a trainee priest, sir."

Maiev hesitated and whispered:

"If you need confession or blessing, you may need to wait at the Temple of the Moon. My mentor, Ms. Diana, has been summoned to attend the meeting. She may come back tomorrow."

"No, no, no, I don't need anyone else."

Blake shook his head stubbornly and said:

"I am, well, how should I put it? I am a person who believes in fate very much. I believe that all encounters are arranged by fate, including our little 'accidental encounter' tonight.

So I feel that you must be the one to bless me or listen to my confession. "

Seeing that Maiev was still hesitant, the pirate winked and said:

"Besides, you did bump into me just now, right? Just consider this your apology, okay? I promise, this confession won't take up too much of your time.

As far as I know, Luna devotees pray every night, right?

As a traveler from afar who has crashed into this fate, can I have the honor to pray with you? "