Chapter 5 second quarter

azsaline. Well of Eternity. Although Krasus's memory has become riddled with holes, he will never forget the two epic and magical places. Azshaline and the Well of Eternity.The former is a magical kingdom ruled by night elves.He was so stupid, why didn't he realize it when he was captured?It has been the focus of the world for hundreds of years. The Well of Eternity itself is a place of magic.Its powerful and mysterious endless power has been talked about by wizards for centuries.It has always been the source of the night elves' magical power. But this is all in the past, a long, long time ago.Now neither Azshaline nor the evil Well of Eternity exist anymore.They were all destroyed in a disaster long, long ago...

Krasus was full of thoughts again. "You haven't recovered yet." Cenarius said with concern, "I should let you rest." Krasus still tried his best to remember the past, and replied: "I will be fine... when my friend wakes up. We... we will leave as soon as possible, so as not to trouble you." Cenarius frowned: "Young man, you misunderstood. Both of you are my guests. I also want to know about your situation. Since I left one, I will definitely leave the other. He turned around and walked in the direction of the flowers. "I think you need something to eat. It will be delivered soon. Take a rest first."

He did not consult Krasus, and Krasus did not seem to argue.Because he understood that if a king of the forest like Cenarius insisted that they stay, then they could only stay.They were friends with Cenarius for as long as he wanted. Krasus was not worried about this, but worried about his own life. Both Azshaline and the Well of Eternity were destroyed in a horrible disaster.When the magician Krasus thought of this, he felt that another disaster was about to come. "I tell you, my dear Counselor, I love surprises. But this time I am very demanding." Harveys smiled and led the queen into the room.He treated the queen with the utmost kindness, and begged her to come and see his magic.He knew that Azshara expected a miracle, and he would not let her down, even if he didn't think so.

Seeing them come in, all the soldiers knelt down.Although their expressions are more or less the same as usual, just like Harveys.Everyone in the room knew the truth of the matter, except Azshara. She looked at the whirlpool and said in a disappointed tone, "It's no different." "You should go to a higher place and take a closer look, this is the light of a thousand moons." Azshara frowned.Harveys had begged her not to bring the squire, but she might regret it now.However, Azshara is the queen after all, even when alone, it is necessary to show the appearance of controlling everything.

Azshara walked to the side with graceful steps.She watched first the magic performed by the Highborne, and then stared intently at the dark vortex within. "It still doesn't look like much has changed. Dear Harveys, I want more—" She took a breath, and even though Harveys couldn't see her expression, he knew she understood. He has heard this voice, the voice of God, everyone has heard it. I am coming…… After the ceremony, Tyrande could finally have some time to herself.As a priest of the Temple of the Moon God, she needs to concentrate.But she didn't want it to be like this all the time.The benevolence and fraternity of the Moon Goddess is the primary reason why Tyrande entered the Temple of the Moon Goddess.Since then, Tyrande has also found some peace of mind.

But one thing has bothered her for a long time.As the years passed, the relationship between Malfurion, Illidan, and her had changed.They are no longer childhood playmates.The simplicity and happiness in the childhood world are gone, replaced by complex relationships in the adult world. Her feelings about Malfurion and Illidan had also changed.She knew that the way they both felt about her must have changed too.The competition between the two brothers used to be carried out in a friendly atmosphere, but the competition became more obvious later on, and she didn't like it.Up to now, it has almost turned into a fight with each other, as if to compete.

Tyrande knew—even if they didn't—that it was she they were fighting for. She was flattered, but didn't want anyone to get hurt.But in the end, one of them will always be hurt.Deep in her heart, she knew that when she was looking for a life partner, she must choose one of them, either Illidan or Malfurion. Tyrande, in her silver hooded robes, hurried through the temple's magnificent marble halls without saying a word.Looking up, you can see a mural depicting heaven, which is very good.If you don't look carefully, you will think that this temple really has no roof.The big secret room where the ceremony is held is open-air, where the moonlight shines down, as if a mother is touching her dear child.

Tyrande passed looming carvings of goddesses—goddesses who had once served as priests—and finally stepped across the marble floor of the portico.Here, it is covered with fine mosaics, patterned with the composition of the world, and some portraits of other gods.Among them, the goddess of the moon is of course in the most prominent position.Almost without exception, the faces of the gods were blurred.Only demigods, children and squires have clear faces.One of them was Cenarius, whom many called the Son of the Moon and the Son of the Sun.He hadn't commented on it himself, but Tyrande had always been willing to think so.

Outside, the cool night breeze made her feel more comfortable.Tyrande descended the smooth white steps and joined the crowd.Many bowed their heads to greet her.Others made way respectfully.This may be the benefit of the priests of the Moon Temple.But at this moment, Tyrande really wanted to return to a peaceful and simple life. Suramar City is not as brilliant as Azshalin, but she also has her own unique features.When Tyrande walked into the main square, his eyes were filled with bright and dazzling colors.Vendors put out a variety of goods; optimistic nobles wear bright red gowns studded with diamonds.

beside them, the elves of lesser social status wore flowered garments of green, yellow, and blue.Everyone in the market wants to look their best. The house is also part of the display of local residents.Tyrande saw many colorful houses, and even the shops were painted in various colors.The lights of the torches illuminated them like flowing flames. In Tyrande's limited experience, she didn't meet many peoples other than the night elves, but they laughed at her race for vulgar colors, and even said in front of her that they were simply color-blind.In fact her own tastes were on the conservative side, though not as conservative as Malfurion's.But she thinks the night elves just prefer rich and varied colors.

In the middle of the square, a group of elves gathered there.Most of them gestured and pointed, and either cursed or made sarcastic remarks.Tyrande was very curious and wanted to see what happened. At first, the crowd of onlookers paid no attention to her.It seems that what they are watching must be very strange.Then she patted the elf next to her on the shoulder lightly, and she was instantly recognized.So the elf stepped aside.In this way, she walked into the crowd. There is a cage in the middle, slightly shorter than her.The cage was made of strong iron rods, and it seemed that there was a wild animal in it.Because of his strength, he made the cage rattle and roar like animals from time to time.The watching elves were talking about it. Those elves standing in front of her refused to move any more, and they still stood where they were being photographed.But she was still very curious, and could only see through the cracks. She gasped. "What is this?" Tyrande blurted out. "Nobody knows." There happened to be a sentry on duty nearby, wearing the breastplate and robes of a Suramar city warden. "It took the Moon Guardian three spells to bring him here." Instinctively, Tyrande looked around for a wizard in a green hooded robe, but couldn't find it.Most likely they put a spell on the cage and left the beast with the guards to discuss what to do with him. What the hell is in the cage? Certainly not dwarves, though she had thought so at first.Because even if he stood up straight, he would be about a foot shorter than the night elf, but his body was about twice as wide.Apparently, the beast was incredibly strong.Tyrande had never seen such a powerful beast.It was strange that the magic of the cage should have kept the beast inside. Suddenly, a bystander stabbed the immobile beast with a golden stick, causing another commotion.But the night elf never wrested the stick from the beast's mighty grasp.When the beast is angry, its face contorts.Had it not been for the chains around his wrists, ankles, head and neck, he would have snapped the bars.The chains immobilized him, and even if he had strength, he couldn't do anything with the bars. Tyrande suddenly felt compassion.Both Elune and Cenarius taught her to respect life.Although the beast looks like a devil at first glance, the green-skinned monster wears very basic clothes - which at least shows that he has a minimum intelligence.But now, being played like an animal like this is really not a good thing. There were two empty brown bowls in front of the Beast. He should have eaten something.But such a big man, Tyrande thought he must not have had enough.She turned to the sentinel and said, "Give me some more water and food." "I'm afraid I can't do what they haven't ordered," replied the sentinel, keeping his eyes on the crowd. "Does this still need their orders?" The sentinel shrugged and said, "They haven't decided what to do with him. Maybe they don't think they need to give him food and water." The sentinel rejected her, but the elf's sense of justice could not be easily shaken. "Then if I bring food and drink, will you stop me?" At this time, the sentinel looked a bit embarrassed: "Please really don't do this. The beast might bite off your hand and swallow it instead of eating the food you gave him. You'd better go." "I'm going to give it a try." Before he could speak to persuade her, Tyrande turned and left.She went straight to the nearest food stall and bought a jug of water and a bowl of soup.The beast in the cage seemed to eat meat, so I specially bought some fresh meat for him.The peddler wouldn't take her money, so Tyrande gave him some blessings, thanking him for coming back to the square. Watching for a long time would be boring, and by the time Tyrande returned to the square, most of the crowd had already left.In this way, it is easier for her to get close to the beast.The Beast glanced at her, thinking there was another spectator.It wasn't until he saw what Tyrande was holding that he became interested. He sat up as hard as he could, staring at her with deep-set eyes under bushy brows.Tyrande guessed that he was in his fifties, because his hair was already gray, and his rough face was covered with the vicissitudes of life. As long as Tyrande was closer to the beast, he could reach for the food, and then she hesitated.If he tried to hurt him, the Sentinel would have pierced the beast's body with his sharp spear.It would be a great irony if this happened.She wanted to save him, but in the end she sent him to a dead end. Tyrande cautiously approached the cage, knelt on the ground, and asked, "Can you understand what I'm saying?" The Beast grunted and nodded. "I brought you something." She brought out the soup first. He stared at the bowl of soup with vigilant eyes.Tyrande could see the suspicion.He glanced in the soldier's direction, clenched and opened his right hand for a while. He stretched out his hand slowly, and then Tyrande saw clearly that the hands were big and thick, so big that they could hold both of her hands, and she almost retracted her hands in fright. And the beast gently took the bowl from Tyrande and put it in front of him gently, looking at her expectantly. Tyrande smiled knowingly, but the Beast was expressionless.Then, she relaxed a lot and handed over both the meat and the water. The beast put the three things in order before it began to eat.He drank the soup in the bowl in one gulp, and the soup dripped down his jaw.Then came the meat, the jagged teeth tearing the raw meat apart without hesitation, but Tyrande didn't mind the way he devoured it.If she was in such a situation, she probably wouldn't be much better than him. Some bystanders gathered around, but Tyrande didn't care at all.She waited patiently for the beast to eat.After he gnawed the meat, he split the bones in two and sucked out the spinal cord.The onlookers couldn't take it anymore seeing his horrible eating appearance, and they all left one after another. The last onlooker also left.He burst out laughing, threw the bone residues on the floor, and started to drink water.But the eyes were fixed on Tyrande and never left for a second. After drinking the water, he wiped his mouth with his hand and said, "Okay." He could speak, which really surprised Tyrande, although she knew before that he could understand her.She smiled again, and leaned against the cage. The soldier yelled, "You can't get that close! He'll rush out." "He won't," Tyrande assured the soldier, and then, looking at the beast, said, "You will?" He shook his head and put his hands back on his chest, signaling that he would not do so.The soldier only took a few steps back, but he was still monitoring his movements all the time. Regardless of their existence, Tyrande asked, "Anything else you want to eat?" "No." She paused, and said, "My name is Tyrande, and I am a priest of the Temple of the Moon God." The Beast didn't seem willing to talk to her any more.But Tyrande waited for his answer, so he said: "Brox...Brox, I am the servant of Chief Thrall, and Thrall is the ruler of the orcs." Tyrande thought about it.From looks, the beast was clearly a warrior.He is Thrall's servant.It's a strange name, too, in a way even stranger than Brooks. This Thrall is the leader of the orcs.She received a comprehensive education in the Temple of the Moon God, but she had never heard of orcs.Of course, if every orc looked like Brox, then the night elves would definitely have an unforgettable memory. She wanted to be more specific: "Where are you from, Brooks? How did you get here?" It didn't take long for Tyrande to realize he was wrong.The orc narrowed his eyes and covered his mouth with his hands.How silly, why didn't she think that the moon guard must have questioned him long ago, although it was definitely not as good as her attitude.But now the orc must think that the forced magic didn't work before, and now he sent her to use soft ones. Brooks didn't want to talk any more.He picked up the bowl and handed it to Tyrande with distrust on his face. Just then, without warning, a burst of energy penetrated the cage and hit the orc's hand. Brooks let out a scream, covered his burned fingers, and held them tightly.He looked at Tyrande with hatred and couldn't help but lean back.The soldiers pointed their spears at Brox one by one, forcing him to retreat. At this time, a very familiar voice asked anxiously: "Are you all right, Tyrande? The beast didn't hurt you, did it?" "He didn't intend to hurt me at all!" Tyrande turned her head angrily, and she knew it was him, "Illidan, how could you do this?" Illidan frowned, his golden eyes suddenly lost some brilliance. "I'm just afraid something will happen to you! The beast will—" Tyrande interrupted him: "In a cage, what can he do? And he is not a beast!" "Not a beast?" Illidan leaned over to look at Brox, who bared his teeth, but didn't resist.Illidan snorted contemptuously: "To me, it's no different from a non-evolved animal." "He just wanted to give the bowl back. If there was any danger, the soldiers would save me." Illidan frowned again, and said, "I'm sorry, maybe I overreacted. But you have to admit, it's too risky to do this today! You may not know, they said that when the beast woke up, it almost strangled one Moon Guard." Tyrande then looked at the soldiers around him, they nodded reluctantly with stiff expressions.Illidan had forgotten to tell her earlier, but it was no different.Brooks had been abused before, and she had decided to help him.