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Chapter 331 330 [Tylande and Malfurion in their youth]

Just when Angmar was heading to the Temple of the Moon in Suramar...

On the outskirts of Suramar, on a remote road.

Young men and women walked side by side, walking slowly and in a solemn atmosphere.

The female night elf has an exquisite appearance and a tall figure. She is a rare beauty with an otherworldly temperament that is as if she was born in heaven. Her plain white mooncloth robe and the waning moon headdress on her forehead accurately indicate her identity.

A beloved Priestess of the Moon.

With eyes full of worry and concern, she frequently glanced at the male night elf holding the night saber for her. The latter's expression was extremely heavy, with lingering sadness in his eyes.

The male night elf is very strong and burly, with long green hair that is the same as most night elves. He wears a short linen shirt, a leather vest that has been worn away from its original color, and a washed-out strip underneath.

Trousers with a very plain color.

Men don't want to talk, but women don't want to talk.

The two of them just lowered their heads in silence and walked along the dirt road leading to Suramar City. No one said a word to break the stagnant atmosphere.

Until the noise from the front helped the two of them break the silence.

They raised their heads and realized that they could already see the three-way intersection on the outskirts of the city. It was full of merchants and travelers traveling between major villages and towns on the outskirts of the city. There were also many small merchants and hawkers on the roadside selling goods to pedestrians.

This three-way intersection is the intersection of several important roads nearby. The liveliness has not been reduced at all due to the troll invasion some time ago, but in contrast, there are many more Suramar guards patrolling the road.

"Let's go, Tyrande, thank you for helping us host our parents' funeral, and be careful along the way."

The male night elf took a deep breath, forced a smile, and handed the reins to his beautiful companion.

The young priestess known as "Tylande" took over the reins, but did not leave immediately. Her concern was palpable, but she didn't know how to express it. She hesitated again and again, and finally said:

"Malfurion, life must go on... You can move to the city. Recently, the Temple of the Moon is renovating the side hall. I think... both you and Illidan can find good positions. I... can help you.

say something."

Malfurion shook his head.

"I'd better not cause you any trouble. You can help Illidan. Some time ago, he had to take leave frequently and come back to take care of his parents with me. The foreman of the culvert drainage ditch construction site in the south of the city is already very dissatisfied with him. This time

Taking a long leave for funeral matters may cause him to lose his job."

"Illidan is still working at the drainage ditch construction site? Hasn't he found a new job?" Tyrande was extremely surprised, and then blamed himself, "I'm really sorry, Malfurion, from the Temple of the Moon

I'm so busy with work that I don't know anything about your current situation..."

"How is that possible?" Malfurion frowned and said hurriedly: "Tyrande, no one will blame you. Illidan and I are both happy for your success in becoming the Priestess of the Moon, really."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of animal skin that was almost flat but exuded a good smell of lavender from his patched backpack. He folded it in half once, exposing the relatively soft fur, and spread it on the night saber.

On the cold and hard saddle, I even tidied it up with my hands.

Tyrande saw this in her eyes and felt warm in her heart. She mustered up the courage to ask her childhood sweetheart:

"What about you? What are you going to do?"

Malfurion looked at the bustling three-way intersection, at the pedestrians bargaining with vendors, and at the majestic city of Suramar. His eyes showed sadness, and he sighed quietly, holding on to the saddle and shaking his head as he replied:

"Don't you think, since the empire began to expand and arcane magic began to take over, we have lost the peace we had in the past. People have gradually become mercenary and the atmosphere has become impetuous... I heard that even the legendary ones from

The wild demigods of Mount Hyjal are all disgusted with our changes and have not appeared in front of us for a long time."

"But you can't go on like this." Tyrande said worriedly. He took two steps forward and reached out to hold the saddle of his mount. He looked seriously into Malfurion's eyes, "You are right, but

Life is always like this, and we shouldn't escape it."

"No, I'm just...still confused." At first, Malfurion's eyes were a little dodgy, but soon he looked directly into the other person's eyes and said, "Believe me, Tyrande, I'm not escaping.

.”

"I am going to leave my parents' house to Illidan and go further into the forest to find the answer. The night elves need to find the lost harmony..." At this point, Malfurion, who is wearing simple clothes and looks poor,

, but it glows with a unique brilliance that is unforgettable.

Tyrande would think this was an exaggeration to others, but she instinctively felt that Malfurion would achieve this grand vision.

Tyrande took out the purse that had been prepared from his arms and handed it to Malfurion, "Take it, you need this money."

Malfurion raised his eyebrows, "No..."

"Take it." Tyrande's gentle voice was firm.

Malfurion retreated under Tyrande's firm gaze, took a deep breath, accepted the heavy purse, and said:

"I will give this money to Illidan. He just needs this money."

Tyrande smiled softly, and the moonlight seemed to become brighter. Malfurion's expression froze when he saw it, and he quickly looked away and scratched his forehead to demonstrate his unbearability.

"Illidan? He wants more face than you. I think not only will he not accept it, but he will also severely 'criticize' your brother."

Malfurion pouted and said:

"I just said I picked it up from the road. I hope he can't expose this lame lie."

The two looked at each other and laughed, and the solemn atmosphere relaxed slightly. When the laughter passed, Malfurion seemed to have thought of something and frowned again.

Tyrande was keenly aware of the other party's abnormality. Illidan, Malfurion and she had grown up together and were best friends. Their understanding of each other could not be deeper, so she immediately asked:

"What's wrong? You have something on your mind."

Malfurion raised his eyebrows, tried to make an expression that everything was fine, and laughed at himself:

"It's nothing, I'm just a little worried about Illidan. Last month, he told me that he was saving for the tuition of the Basic Magic Academy. As you know, I always have an incorrect aversion to arcane magic."

Should Illidan enroll in the Basic Magic Academy? Although it is only a three-year basic magic academy open to civilians, the annual tuition fee is definitely not affordable for ordinary people, let alone Malfurion and Illidan. Tai

Rand thought to himself and decided to help the Stormrage brothers save money together.

After becoming a trainee priestess, although the monthly salary from the Temple of the Moon was not much, it was three times as much as Illidan who worked at the construction site.

Just like how the Stormrage brothers treat themselves, Tyrande does not treat them as outsiders at all. Although, even though...

As they grew up, a different kind of affection arose between the three of them.

"Then I'm going back. You must not go too far into the forest or too far away from the guard's patrol range, okay? It's not peaceful recently. What if those trolls come back again..." Tyrande said goodbye to Malfurion and rode

Got on the night saber borrowed from the Moon Temple.

The place where the troll kidnapped dozens of low-level magic students was only a dozen kilometers away from the three-way intersection where the two of them were. Tyrande was worried that the same terrible thing would happen to either Malfurion or Illidan.

On the body.

This vicious incident not only touched the Queen's heart, but also made the people around Suramar City feel deeply uneasy - fortunately, the authorities responded appropriately.

"Don't worry," Malfurion smiled and nodded. Suddenly he remembered something and asked, "By the way, I heard that all the missing students have been rescued?"

Tyrande's expression darkened, "Yes, but the only survivor was a little girl named Elisande, and no one else could escape the clutches of the troll. It is said that an alien mage saved her. This morning

At some time, the royal advisor Ferguson has returned with her. The alien seems to have also come to Suramar City..."

As soon as the girl came back, the Moon Temple received the news and sent several priests to treat the girl's physical and psychological scars. Although Tyrande was not involved in this matter, he also knew the general process.

"Is there only one..." Malfurion sighed and raised his hand towards Tyrande, "Okay, let's go."

"Don't forget to say goodbye to Illidan for me..."

"I will." After saying that, Malfurion added in his heart: If the grief-stricken Illidan standing in front of the tombstone is willing to listen to me.
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