Chapter 11 Section Eleven

Another shadow passed over his face.Dath'Remar suddenly glanced around. "I came to see if I could persuade you to eat something, holy priestess." He picked up the bowl on the ground, "I would like to bring you more, but they only allow me to bring these. " "Thank you, Dath'Remar, but I'm not hungry." "Maybe someone has ill intentions for you, but there will never be any poison here, Ms. Tyrande. I can assure you." The neatly dressed highborne said, and put one end of the spoon to his mouth, and ate A little brown food in a bowl.He then made a grimace: "What I can't guarantee is the taste of the rice...I apologize to you for that. You should eat better."

She thought for a while, and decided to take a risk: "Okay. I'll eat." The sphere then reacted and slowly fell to the ground.Dath'Remar watched the priestess intently.If Tyrande hadn't already wanted her own, she would have found the Highborne handsome.She didn't see in him the dandyism of the other elves. Dath'Remar took a spoonful of rice and held it to Tyrande's mouth.The spoon shone slightly as it passed through the green barrier that surrounded her. "You will lean forward a little bit," he told her, "my hand cannot pass through this sphere."

The priestess leaned over.Dath'Remar was right, today's meal was indeed bland, but Tyrande was very happy to eat it.Her hunger seemed to increase tenfold, but she still carefully concealed it, not wanting the other party to see it.The Highborne may have been sympathetic to her plight, but he still served the demon lord and Azshara. After two spoonfuls of rice, he added, "It'll be a lot easier if you just stop resisting. Or they'll end up not having much interest in you. If that's the case, ma'am, I'm afraid you're in trouble." not enough." "I can't live up to the expectations of the Moon Goddess, but thank you for your concern, Dath'Rema. It's heartwarming to meet someone like you in the palace."

He turned his head to the side: "There are others like me here, but we know where we are and don't dare to talk nonsense." After scrutinizing him for a long time, Tyrande thought it was time to apply further pressure: "But your loyalty to the Empress is beyond doubt." The tall elf looked offended. "Of course!" Then she calmed down a lot, and continued, "But we are worried that her judgment is a bit abnormal now. We know the Well of Eternity and the power contained in it very well, but she ignores our words and listens to the opinions of foreigners. We gave up all our work just to bring the leader of the Burning Legion into this world! We have worked for many honors, and I—”

He stopped abruptly, realizing that he had gone too far.Dath'Remar quietly fed her again.Tyrande said nothing, but she already understood what he meant.This Highborne came here more for himself.Dath'Remar wanted to pour out the bitter water in his heart to relieve the restless feeling in his heart. Before I knew it, all the food in the bowl had been eaten.Dath'Remar put the bowl back in its place.After a while, the priestess suddenly asked him, "Can I have some water?" A small pouch of water had been brought in with the meal, but like the food, Tyrande had never touched the pouch.Dath'Remar hurriedly grabbed the water bag, opened the lid, and stretched towards her, only to find that the barrier between the two blocked the water bag from the outside.

"Excuse me," he whispered, "I forgot I had this thing." The Highborne poured the water from the water sack into a bowl, and then fed her a spoonful like a meal.Tyrande took two sips before speaking: "It must be strange to work with Sartre, after all, they were once like us. I have to admit that they make me uneasy." "They are all lucky ones. They have been promoted under the power of Sargeras, and they have become more suitable to serve him than us." A few words came out so smoothly that the priestess couldn't help but think that Dath'Remar had already repeated it Many times...and maybe even talking to myself.

"You were not chosen?" His eyes became much firmer. "I turned it down, but the offer was very...attractive, but my first duty is to serve the Empress. I don't want to be one of those...them." After finishing speaking, he casually put the rice bowl and spoon aside.Tyrande bit her lip, wondering if she had read the wrong person.In any case, she had no other hope.Dath'Remar Sunstrider is her only hope. "I must go now," Dath'Remar said. "I have been here too long." "Looking forward to meeting you next time." He shook his head vigorously. "I'm not coming back. No, absolutely not."

Dath'Remar turned away from her, but just as he was about to step out of the prison gate, the priestess spoke: "I am Elune's ear, Dath'Remar. If you have something to say, I am very happy." Willing to be your audience. I will never tell others, you have to believe me." The elf mage looked back at her and said nothing, but Tyrande could see that her words had infected him.After hesitating for a long time, Dath'Remar finally spoke: "I'll go back and see if I can bring you some more delicious meals next time, Ms. Tyrande." "May the blessing of the Moon Goddess be with you, Dath'Remar Sunstrider."

He nodded quickly, then turned and left.Tyrande heard his footsteps slowly receding.She was ready to wait for the guards to come back to check on her, but when the guards came back, they just stood outside the door as usual and ignored him. At this time, for the first time since being captured, Tyrande Whisperwind smiled. For the orcs, blood relationship is their most basic maintenance, and they must swear an oath to be loyal to each other, only in this way can they become true warriors.Defilement of blood ties is the most despicable crime imaginable. At this moment, Druid's younger brother did such a thing of desertion.

Brox stared at Illidan Stormrage with a look of extreme disgust, which he rarely looked at people.Even in the face of demons, he will still show a minimum of respect, because no matter how evil and terrifying they are, at least they have revealed their true nature.And Illidan fought side by side with Brox, and he should have shared his joys, anger, and sorrows with his comrades, but at this moment Illidan lives only to gain power, and ignores everything else, even his closest family members can't change him. Had it not been for the tight binding of the arms, the orc would have rushed at the mage at this point and snapped his neck, even at the expense of himself.Whatever the orc's faults, he would never betray another.

Malfurion staggered beside the gray-haired orc warrior.The two of them were tied up and dragged forward by the rope around their waists, unable to keep up with the pace of the enemy.Things were even worse for Malfurion, for his treacherous brother hadn't removed the spell that blinded him.Malfurion's eyes were shrouded in black shadows, the light could not penetrate at all, and his eyes were pitch black.He staggered forward, tripped and fell, and suffered multiple scrapes and cuts, and once nearly hit his head on a rock. Illidan's eyes were hooded, and there was no expression of remorse on his face.Every time Malfurion staggered and couldn't stand still, Illidan would just ruthlessly pull on the rope until the druid maintained his balance.Then the guards behind the two would poke them with sticks and continue on for the long distance. Brox kept his eyes on his tomahawk, which was now dangling from the scarred officer's mount.The orcs had made Varothen Guard their first target, if Malfurion and him had a chance to break loose.Demon warriors are indeed a big threat, but they are not as insidious and cunning as Varothen, and even Illidan is not so insidious.But if the gods were good, Brox would kill them both. They must get the Demon Soul back if possible. Strangely, the disc is not in Illidan's hands now.Not long after the mage took it back from his brother, the captain of the guard stepped up to the cunning Illidan, showing a gauntleted hand, and ordered Illidan to give him the disk.What is even more puzzling is that Illidan gave him the disc without saying a word. The green-skinned warrior was very puzzled by this, but he soon gave up thinking about it.All he wanted was to kill those two and take the Demon Soul from Varothen.Of course, in order to succeed, the orc must first break free from the rope in his hand, and then fight his way out of the crowd of demons. Brox snorted, scoffing at the thought to himself.The hero of the epic always does these things beautifully, but he is not sure whether he can do it.The captain of the Valothen guard is very good at tying the rope, and he tied the two of them tightly. They plodded forward, leaving the black dragon's lair far behind.Brox, however, lacked the composure of Illidan and Varothen Guard Captain.He believed that Deathwing would still find them.What is puzzling is that this giant dragon has not shown up until now.Was something distracting him? He suddenly opened his eyes wide and scolded himself for being stupid.Yes, the orcs finally figured it out.Something distracted him.There must be something...or, to be precise, a person.Krasus.