The rainstorm poured down, and the night was as solid as the essence.

Lightning flashed across the dark night sky, and the ancient and sad earth was bright like daylight in a moment.

The magnificent building complex extending diagonally down into the sea is in ruins, and tenacious weeds grow out of every crack of the rock, and the weathered palace covered with moss stands silently in the heavy rain.

The turbulent seas were rolling with huge waves, slamming the coast over and over again, venting the never-ending natural rage.

Azshara, the area where Azshaline, the capital named after the supreme queen of the ancient night elves empire, was once located on the shore of the Well of Eternity and was the most dazzling pearl in the center of the Gukalimdo continent.

It’s a pity that after the sky collapsed and the earth broke, this torn land had long been buried by the quicksand of time. Only the ruins that gradually faded over the long river of time were still telling the glory of the past.

A thin and exhausted night elf girl walked through the ruins, and was occasionally tripped by gravel and fell into the mud. At this moment, the lame Night Blade she was holding would gently bite her cloak and pull her out of the mud.

"Thank you, Frostball...huh,huh...we, should...become soon."

The girl touched Ye Renbao's head and suddenly saw the fire in the ruins. She walked over in surprise with the knee-deep rain.

"Thanks Elun!"

This is a dilapidated dome palace, and it can be vaguely seen its former grandeur. After seeing the firelight from the arched giant door and the group of night blades and horned eagles sheltering from the slanted building shadows, the girl was overjoyed and said, "Frost Tooth, Wait for Me Here." She rushed into the hall under the gaze of the two vicious guards at the door.

Seeing that the master threw him down directly, Ye Renbao roared in dissatisfaction, walked to the shelter of the rain to scare away the two smaller people, shook the rain on his body, quietly lay down, and began to lick the wounds in his front paws.

Sigh,

Sigh...

As he licked, Frost teeth fell asleep in a daze.

In order to protect the weak girl, it has not had a good rest for two days. The demons it has killed, the four claws it has added up to cannot count...

...

As soon as he entered the hall, a warm breath came to his face, which made the girl who had been in the demon-occupied area for two days feel like she had survived the disaster. Her tense spirit suddenly relaxed, and the wounds all over her body began to ache.

Hundreds of night elves occupied the hall, surrounded by a pile of bonfires, staring at the flames with a serious expression and silence.

Someone looked at her, but soon lost interest and turned around without saying a word to continue to cook the fire.

"So many people!"

The girl whispered, took off her oil cloth cloak, twisted out a large pool of rain, then found an empty corner and sat down, observing the people in the hall with some fear.

They were dressed in different clothes, including men and women, some were wearing sentinel light armor, some looked like robes, and some even felt arrogant in their behavior. They sat far away from other night elves with rain on their bodies. They knew that their identity was not low at first glance.

Everyone was more or less injured, and there were a few dying night elves in the corner. The people around them were helpless about the evil wounds that had already begun to smell.

Several night elves carried the newly dead body past her, walked into the rain outside, and then heard the sound of heavy objects being thrown into the water.

The thin girl's heart was tightened.

If Eluen hadn't been favored, she might have become one of these corpses.

"Everyone..."

A strong and powerful female voice came. The thin girl looked in the sound and saw a figure climbing down the shaking stone steps of the palace.

As she entered the light range of the bonfire, her well-proportioned, slender, strong and agile posture was revealed. But as soon as the firm face, which was pierced by a terrifying scar, appeared in the light and shadow, the thin girl couldn't help but be startled.

It was so scary, there were still undried blood on it. Before she arrived, she must have fought with the demons a lot.

The girl thought.

The scarfaced night elf looked around seriously for a week, looked at his miserable compatriots in the hall, and said loudly:

"You are all minorities who agree with the philosophy of Lord Illidan, otherwise you would not have gone through a lot of hardships and traveled through dangerous demon-controlled areas to come here. But you must understand that this is a path that is destined to be unable to turn back. From now on, we will be branded with the contempt of the 'betrayer', and have been despised by our compatriots, family confusion, and friends' contempt... Everything in the past will go far away. Have you really thought it through?"

"We've already thought about it."

"I will follow Lord Illidan to the death!"

"Mr. Illidan is right. Those stupid and dogmatic druids cannot bring us a rescue!"

...

Wherever Scarface's eyes reached, every night elf raised his head firmly and looked at her without fear.

For two days, when I heard that Illidan was exiled as a "betrayer", these night elves who once recognized Illidan and even followed Illidan ten thousand years ago left the army and came to Azshara without hesitation.

Before making this decision, they had already thought about everything they would face in the future. No matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead is, no one will retreat at the last minute.

Only those night elves with exquisite costumes and more or less carry one or two followers showed hesitation.

Some of them were upper elves who had not crossed the east with Dasrema seven thousand years ago. Under the ban of the Senario Parliament, they had been away from being with Arcane for a long time. They had difficulty adapting to their once lofty status and were basically unable to integrate into the modern night elves society.

They did not have the courage to go to Herresalas, now known as the Hammer of Doom, and defect to those upper elves who were legendary to satisfy their desires by absorbing demonic evil energy.

The upper elves do not specifically refer to an elves race that is different from the night elves, but a general term for all night elves nobles who served Queen Azshara and had a transcendent identity ten thousand years ago.

This group of upper elves who are still left in the night elves society are undoubtedly the kind of people who are the least bloodless and the most difficult to give up their comfortable environment than those who are brave enough to follow Dasrema to create a new life.

The reason they came here was to hope whether Illidan could bring changes to their lives and escape from the Hyjal Mountain area, which has become a war zone.

As for whether they are willing to pay for their beliefs and how much they can pay, it is worth discussing.

It's hard to say, they have no so-called beliefs at all.

Fortunately, there are only a few more than ten of them.

When the scarfaced woman looked at her, the thin girl stretched her body straightened, raised her small bag high, and said nervously: "I, I also swear to follow Lord Illidan to the death!"

The scarfaced woman's eyes were full of scrutiny, and she seemed to be unable to understand why she was so weak, so why didn't she die at the hands of the demon halfway.

"May I have your name?"

"Kao...Kaovas, my name is Kaovas. Blood Thorn, sir."

The thin night elf girl replied.

The scarfaced woman looked at it for a while, finally looked away and said to everyone again: "Lord Illidan has something else to do at this time. He asked us to go to the nearby fishing village to find all the useful ships, and choose those strong big ships as much as possible. When the storm stops, we will travel far away to the ocean and head to the Broken Islands!"

"What?"

The upper elves were in an uproar and whispered in disbelief.

The Broken Islands are thousands of miles away from Azshara. No matter how fast a boat is, it is impossible to reach there in a few months' voyage.

But when we set sail in a hurry, where should we find the food and fresh water needed during the journey?

Not to mention that as the landing area of ​​the demon army, all the night elves fishing villages and ports in Azshara were almost destroyed. Where are there any big ships that are competent for ocean navigation?

"You said that the target of the betrayer is the Moon Temple in Surama that suddenly surfaced more than ten years ago?"

They didn't know that the Moon Temple in Surama City, which sank into the sea three hundred years ago and was cast by the orc warlock Guldan more than ten years ago, was the tomb where the guardian Egwen sealed the clone of Sargeras.

"No, it must be Surama! I heard that our compatriots used a magical artifact to create a new magic source called Dark Night Well, and have been enjoying its magic power for ten thousand years! The betrayer must have thought of it there..."

These words made many upper-level elves lit up.

The magic source that can be sucked... This is exactly what they dream of.

"Stop talking about this, he is just a lunatic. Without sufficient food and fresh water, we will die halfway..."

As a result, someone poured a basin of cold water on them soon.

When they whispered, the other night elves were watching coldly, and the contempt in their eyes was unconcealed.

The scarfaced night elf snorted coldly: "Coward... no one asks you to go with you."

"What did you say?"

Some upper-level elves stood up and wanted to refute it, but when they thought that they had something to ask for and were inferior to others, they had to suppress their anger and sat down again.

The scarfaced night elves ignored these bloodless compatriots and continued: "You are divided into five teams, each team at least thirty people, and set out to find the ship immediately! In any case, you will also rush back here in a day... Azshara is still occupied by the demons, pay attention to her life. I don't want you all to die in the mud outside..."

When everyone heard this, they immediately started talking to their compatriots nearby and formed a team according to the orders, but no one paid attention to the self-isolated upper elves, and no one paid attention to the helpless thin girl in the corner.

"Hello, can I go with you..."

As soon as Kauvas Blood Thorn mustered up the courage to talk to the people beside him, his eyes were attracted by a thin figure strode into the hall.

For some reason, as soon as this person entered the hall, Kovas felt a strange and familiar magic wave passing through his body.

There was something very comfortable that emanated from that stranger.

In a trance, Kaovas couldn't help but leaned over there twice, and then realized his loss of composure. His pretty face turned red and he looked over with the others curiously.

For the night elf whose average male height is more than two and a half meters, his height of less than two meters undoubtedly looks thin and short. He is wearing a wide dark cloak, covered with rain.

He stretched out his hands and took off his hood, revealing a tired male blood elf face. After looking around for a week, he accurately found the person in charge here and said to the Scarface Night Elf: "Take me to see your master, Night Elf."

Kauvas noticed that when the ferocious scarfaced woman saw clearly that although the picture did not conform to the aesthetics of the night elf, she had a beautiful face, she immediately became frightened and trepidated, and replied respectfully: "As you wish, Lord Illidan is on it, please follow me."

After saying that, she walked down the stone steps, bowed down humbly, and pointed one hand at the stairs.

"Are these people the original followers of Illidan... It turns out that Illidarai, who has extraordinary combat power, was born here." The blood elf nodded and walked up.

Along the way, the night elves kept showing shocked expressions, calling out "prophet", and kneeling down to him with devout devotion.

This made Kauvas wonder and asked the people around him: "Didn't he come here to search for the blood elves of the Gul'dan Skull? What did he do? Why do everyone respect him so much?"

The night elves who were questioned looked at her in disbelief.

"Don't you know yet? The prophet is back! Things have spread in the past two days. He is the Prophet who guided us to defeat the Burning Legion ten thousand years ago!"

"ah!"

Kaovas grew up and stared at the blood elf with big eyes, and could no longer move.

prophet……

This title is known to everyone among the night elves.

When the blood elf passed by her, a nice smell came to her face. The girl blushed and couldn't help but sniffing two more greedily.

It was not until now that she realized that the blood elf was emitting the breath of the well.

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