Chapter 6 third quarter

"Thank you for your concern. Illidan, but I want to tell you again, I'm fine." She looked at the orc's injuries.Brox's fingers were blackened, and the injury to his eye was obvious, but he didn't cry out or seek medical attention. Tyrande knelt down beside the cage again, despite Illidan's objections.He reached in without hesitation. Illidan immediately grabbed her hand: "Tyrande!" "You guys! Stand back!" She turned to Brooks softly, "I know you didn't mean to hurt me. I can help you heal, just reach out." Brooks growled.But in Tyrande's view, this was not anger, but a decision.Illidan is standing by Tyrande's side, if there is anything abnormal, he will act immediately.

"Illidan, I beg you to stand back." "Why, Tyrande?" "For me? Illidan." She knew he was fighting back his anger, but Illidan listened to Tyrande and turned to face the houses around the plaza. Tyrande looked again at Brox.But he looked at Illidan, and for a moment, he showed a satisfied expression.Then he turned back to look at Tyrande, holding out his wounded hand. She spread his hand out and examined the injury, the flesh was burnt from both fingers.Another hand was swollen and festered. "What did you do to him just now?" she asked Illidan.

"Just learned it recently," he said. True, it certainly wasn't learned from Cenarius.This is an advanced elf magic, and Illidan didn't concentrate much when he first used it.It can be seen that as long as the opponent is exciting enough, Illidan can do it.He seemed to be very proud of it himself. But Tyrande didn't like this kind of magic very much. "Goddess of the Moon, please listen to my plea..." Tyrande took Brox's finger and kissed it tenderly. The soldiers around were very surprised.She prayed to the goddess, granting her the power to ease Brox's pain and undo Illidan's impulsive crimes.

"Stretch out, as far as you can," Tyrande ordered Brox. Brox looked at the soldiers around him, took a step forward, and stretched out his swollen hand as best he could.Tyrande thought the cage's magic would stop him, but it didn't.Maybe Brox has no sign of escaping, so the magic doesn't work. Tyrande looked up at the night sky, a bright moon was hanging in the sky, she said: "Goddess of the moon, give me strength with your purity, your grace and your love, let me heal this..." She begged over and over again.The surrounding soldiers sighed.Illidan wanted to go over to persuade her, but he gave up.Because it was obvious that Tyrande would be angry if he did.

A ray of silvery light—the light of the goddess of the moon—surrounded her.Tyrande herself is like a goddess, and her body is soaked with the light of the moon goddess. Brooks was stunned by the scene in front of him.He had gradually begun to trust Tyrande, letting her hold his hand. As the moonlight fell on his finger, the swollen burn healed and the cracked bone healed.Brooks healed in an instant from his serious injury. This only takes a few seconds.The orc stood still, eyes wide open, stunned. "Thank you, Luna." Tyrande said softly, and put Brox's hand down. The soldiers knelt on one knee and kowtowed to their priest.Brooks clenched his hand, looked at his fingers one by one, and shook them from time to time, which was really surprising.He touched the skin cautiously at first, but later he touched it vigorously without feeling any pain.He couldn't be happier.

Suddenly Brox writhed in the cage.Tyrande was worried that he was injured again, or that he hadn't healed before, but at this moment, he didn't move again. "Priest, I am very grateful." Brooks said, lying down on his body, "I owe you a favor." Seeing such gratitude, Tyrande couldn't help being a little embarrassed, and she stepped back. Illidan immediately grabbed her arm firmly: "Are you okay?" "I...I...this..." It's really hard to describe what it's like to be blessed by the Moon Goddess. "The goddess of moonlight has appeared." After she finished speaking, she couldn't say anything more.

At last the soldiers all stood up, and they respected Tyrande even more.A soldier standing in front stepped forward and said, "Priest, can you please give me a blessing?" "Of course!" The goddess of the moon can give blessings at will.The Moon Goddess has always taught her that the more people she touches, the more people can understand love and unity and spread this spirit to others. Tyrande opened his palms and touched each soldier's chest, then their foreheads.This symbolizes a unity of soul and spirit.Every soldier is grateful for Dade. Illidan took her arm again and said, "You need to recover, Tyrande. Come! I know a place."

But Brox's voice came from inside the cage. "Priest, can I, a lowly orc, accept your blessing?" The surrounding soldiers said nothing.Even an orc pleaded so devoutly for a blessing, what else could they say? But Illidan couldn't help but said: "You have done enough for him. Look at your body is already trembling! Come——" But Tyrande couldn't refuse the orc, she stretched out her hand to stroke his rough hair and dark brown head without hesitation. "May the goddess of the moon bless you and your people..." she said softly. "May your arms always be strong," Brox replied.

Hearing such an answer, Tyrande couldn't help frowning.But she understood right away what kind of life Brooks had been leading.His blessing to her came from his own perspective, a desire for life and health. "Thank you." She replied with a smile. As Tyrande stood up, Illidan spoke again: "Now can we—?" Suddenly, Tyrande felt weary.But as a priest, everything she has done is worthwhile, and now, her prestige has also been unprecedentedly improved.However, I suddenly realized that I hadn't closed my eyes for more than a day, and it was time to go back to rest and sleep.

"Forgive me, Illidan," she said softly, "I'm tired, but I want to go back to my own Temple of the Moon. You understand, don't you?" Illidan was frustrated for a moment, but he calmed down quickly: "Yes, I understand. Maybe that's better. Shall I take you back?" "No, I want to walk back alone." Illidan didn't say anything, but nodded slightly, respecting her decision. Before leaving, Tyrande smiled at Brox again.The orc nodded.Although she was exhausted, she was mentally reborn.If possible, she would report Brox to the High Priest.Regarding this homeless orc, the Temple of the Moon God will not remain indifferent.

Moonlight shone down on Tyrande as she walked.She felt that tonight's experience would change her forever, especially the mutual awareness between her and Brox that Elune had given her. She couldn't wait to tell the high priest what happened today. Illidan watched Tyrande leave, but Tyrande did not look back at him.He knew Tyrande very well, she must still be immersed in the scene just now, so she didn't care about other things at all, including him. "Tyrande..." He wished so much that he could tell her about his feelings, but there was no chance.He had been waiting by the side of the temple for hours.But if Tyrande called her when he first came out, it didn't seem very good. He could only wait in the dark, trying to pretend to meet each other. Unexpectedly, Tyrandet found the orcs captured by the moon guards, and his meticulous plan fell through.Now, not only had he lost his chance, but he was so embarrassed that he looked like a fool. He didn't have time to control himself, the words had already been spoken, and his right hand was clenched into a ball. There was a loud cry from the cage, and he immediately glanced there. The cage was brightly lit, but it was not the silver light of the goddess of the moon.A ray of red lightning shot out, as if to devour everything. Brox let out screams of pain, while the guards stood around at the same time. Illidan quickly said a few incantations. After a while, the lightning disappeared.Brooks also fell silent. Taking advantage of no one's attention, Illidan quickly left the scene.His anger finally had a chance to vent.Thank goodness the guards didn't see the truth.Tyrande walked away and did not see him venting his anger. He was also grateful to the moon guards, who had cast spells around the cage.Thanks to this magic, the orcs in the cage were not killed all at once. They were dying around him. Wherever Brooks saw it, the companions were dying.Gano grew up with him, and his relationship was as good as his brother, but he also fell down and his body was chopped into several pieces.The executioner was a tall and ferocious demon with blue face and fangs.But after a while, the demon was dealt with by Brooks.He jumped on top of the demon, howling.The demon wore armor, but was split in two and fell dead. The Burning Legion is still coming, and the number of orcs is decreasing sharply.Only a small part is still fighting the enemy tenaciously, but there are sacrifices every minute. Before, Thrall actually deployed a defensive method, and it was impossible for the Burning Legion to attack.The Horde is calling for help, but it will take time.They need Brooks and his brothers. There are still fewer and fewer orcs.Dunl suddenly fell down, his head fell to the ground, and the blood flowed into a river; Fei Ze had died long ago, his body was unrecognizable, he was buried in a green flame, but he was not burned alive, but The green flames corroded and dissolved his body. It would be a waste for Brox to swing his resolute battle-axe in the face of a terrifying foe.He sweated profusely every time, but as long as he looked forward, he saw more orcs fall. more and more…… Now, he is left to fight alone.Thousands of screaming monsters rushed towards him, seemingly wanting to destroy everything. When they were about to meet this lonely hero, Brooks woke up. He is not cold, but shivering in the cage.Countless times, he thought he had already become immune to subconscious fears.But every time the nightmare strikes, it still adds new tension and pain to him. A new sense of guilt. At that time, Brox should die.He should die with his comrades.They all gave their lives for the tribe, but he himself survived.this is not right. I am a coward.He thought again, if I tried harder, I should die with them. He told Thrall once, but the chief always shook his head and said, "No one needs to try harder, old friend. The scars are gone." Stay there, and the scouts saw you fighting the enemy.Your deeds are as respected as the orcs who died. " Brox accepted Thrall's appreciation then, but still couldn't forgive himself. And now, locked up here, like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.The elves looked at him intently, as if he had two heads and was extremely ugly.Only Tyrande gave him respect and love. Brox sensed a mysterious power in her, which is an ancient magic that the orcs said.She prayed to the Moon Goddess, after which his wound so bad was healed.She was indeed gifted, and Brox was grateful for her blessing. But it's all coming to an end.It is estimated that the elves will soon decide what to do with him.Brooks said nothing, which got them nowhere.He would not confess any details about the orcs at all, especially where they were hiding.It was true that he could not even find his way home, but he would pretend to know the truth, and give the elves only a few hints.These elves have not allied with the orcs, so they have a natural contempt for outsiders-this is undoubtedly a threat to the orcs. Brooks tossed and turned in his cage, not knowing that one night he would die.However, not in the way he wanted.There will be no glorious wars, no epics to honor him. "God!" He muttered to himself, "Hear my voice, give me one last chance to fight, and let me live out my worth." Brox looked up to the sky and prayed silently.But he was no Tyrande, he was a nobody, and no god would hear his prayers. His fate rests in the hands of the night elves. How Malfurion got to Suramar City, he didn't even know.He stayed at home for three consecutive nights, experiencing what his teacher Cenarius said, and recalling everything he saw with his own eyes in the Emerald Dream.It's been three days and still no answer.He was sure Azshaline's spell would continue, and if nothing was done, it would only get worse. However, others have not noticed this problem. Perhaps, he came to Suramar City to seek some different voices, or to find someone to talk to about his inner dilemma.This person must be Tyrande, not his twin brother.Her thoughts are more thoughtful, while Illidan always acts impulsively. Yes, Tyrande is the most suitable candidate. However, on the way to the Temple of the Moon God, Malfurion saw a large group of cavalry approaching.He immediately stood on the side of the street, and saw a few soldiers in gray-green armor passing by on impressive horses.In front of the cavalry phalanx, there is a square purple banner with a black crow drawn in the middle. This is the flag of Ravencrest. The leader of the elves rode at the front. His mount was larger and his hair was more shiny. He was the leader in a group of cavalry.Ravencrest himself was tall, thin, and regal.No one seemed to be able to stand in the way of his goal, whatever it might be.His golden robes fell to the ground, and his name was engraved on his high crowned helmet. He did look like a bird, tall and thin, with a hooked nose, like a crow.And with his bushy beard and stern eyes, he looks like a wise man.Apart from the Highborne, Ravencrest was considered the most influential figure before the Empress.The Queen used to take his advice. Malfurion saw him and blamed himself for not even thinking of Ravencrest before.But now it seems that the time is not right to talk to him.Ravencrest and his elite troops seem to be going to complete a very urgent task.This immediately made Malfurion's hair stand on end.Could it be that his worries about Aisaline are really about to come true?But if this is the case, the city will not be as peaceful as it is now.The guards should have made an early warning, and the news should have reached Suramar City long ago. The cavalry were out of sight, and Malfurion walked on.There are too many people.After staying in the forest for such a long time, he has become somewhat autistic, so he is not used to it.He tried his best to hold back his discomfort, but he was going to see Tyrande soon.He was desperate to see her, and the thought of her calmed Malfurion more than anything else. He knew he had to see his brother too, but he didn't want to do it tonight.It was Tyrande he wanted to see, and to spend more time with her.Illidan was always there anyway, and it didn't matter if it was later. At this time, Malfurion vaguely saw the square full of people.But he wanted to see Tyrande too much, so he couldn't care less about it.He hoped that when he got there, he could see her directly without trouble.And today, Malfurion seemed to be more anxious than usual, which had nothing to do with his worries about Azshaline.But every time he came back here, he would feel a strange and uncomfortable feeling. As he entered the temple, two guards looked at him. Instead of robes, they wore silver breastplates and pleated skirts with a crescent moon in the middle.The Temple of the Moon God is full of female priests, most of them are good at riding and shooting, and are proficient in tactics.Tyrande is an excellent marksman himself, higher than Malfurion and Illidan.The goddess of the moon always taught them to advocate peace, but also taught them the art of self-defense. "Can we help you, brother?" a guard in front asked politely.They all stood vigilantly, spears in their hands Already ready to aim at him.