The seasonal characteristics of various parts of Kalimdor are very distinct. It rains constantly in Dustwallow Marsh in autumn, but the barren land just a hundred miles away has crisp autumn air. Although the place is full of barren red soil as far as the eye can see, it is impossible to cultivate or graze.
But it is a paradise for hunters: countless strange and bizarre wild species can be found here. No matter what your hunting level is, you will basically not come back empty-handed.
At this moment, a small team walking on the Golden Road does not have the leisurely mood of the safari. The leader is a female night elf named Xavier. She and several sisters under her command just escorted Theramore's messenger back to the city yesterday.
When she was preparing to return to Ashenvale today, she found a seriously injured human at the border of Dustwallow Marsh. She originally planned to make another hard trip to send the human back to Theramore, but the elves had had enough of Dustwallow Marsh.
They all expressed their unwillingness to suffer the cold and damp conditions again, so they had no choice but to take this human back to Astrana.
The night saber moved lazily on the warm red soil. Xivier wanted to urge his men to speed up and get away from the land controlled by the tribe. However, seeing the dying human being lying on the mule and horse, he could only swallow his words: bumpy.
The road will only make this half-dead creature die faster. The elf turned around helplessly, and suddenly there was a commotion behind him.
"Sister, this human has woken up." Shana, the youngest in the team, shouted happily. Xivier was stunned, and then waved to stop moving forward.
"Where am I?" Regen opened his eyes weakly, feeling that the sunlight was blocked by the people around him, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to push away the crowd.
"Yeah!" Shana took a few steps away with a blushing face. The sisters on the side snickered. Xivier reluctantly pulled away from his sister who was poisoned by the knight novels, and then cleared his throat: "Dear Saint
Mr. Knight, this is the barren land in the east of Kalimdor. We found you seriously injured and unconscious on the border of Dustwallow Swamp. Because you are in tribal territory, I made the decision to take you to Ashenvale for medical treatment. I hope you will
Can be forgiven”
Regan reluctantly raised his hand and performed an alliance military salute: "Your kindness makes me ashamed. May the Holy Light be with you. My sister, may I know your name?"
"You're welcome, Mr. Knight, I am Xivier, the deputy captain of the archers of the Astrana garrison in Ashenvale. Baiye, these are my direct subordinates. We were ordered to escort the Theramore envoy through here." Xivier did not dare to neglect.
, and also returned a military salute
"My name is Shanna. Baiye. I am Sister Xavier's biological sister. I'm so happy to meet you, Mr. Paladin." The elf girl was dissatisfied with her sister's omission of her name in a subordinate sentence. She ignored the winking companions and Ragen and slapped her shyly.
Although the elves are very proud of themselves, they never shy away from the pursuit of beautiful love, especially when facing a tall and handsome paladin.
"It is also an honor for me to meet you. Beautiful Miss Shana, if you don't mind my abruptness, you can call me Regan." Although there was a dull pain everywhere in his body, Regan still stood up with a smile and responded. Most of the priests
Have a favorable impression of these pure races - even if they do not believe in the Holy Light
"Ms. Seaver, there is something puzzling to me. How did you know about my profession just now?" Regan was very curious about how the other party knew that he was a cleric since he had no holy power in his body at this moment.
"Because of this book," Shana pointed at the sacred book on Regan's waist. Xivier looked at his sister with an angry look, and then said with a smile: "That's right. There is a special record in the Temple of the Moon.
The books of ancient holy objects and the sacred books are also among them. Since you are a human being recognized by the sacred objects, your identity will naturally be revealed."
At this moment, Regan couldn't help but lament the simplicity of the elves. If it were a human being who knew the sacred weapon on his body, he would definitely take it away even if it couldn't be used. However, these elves seemed to see something ordinary.
, it’s really unbelievable
A group of young men and women chatted and laughed and quickly got to know each other. Although they could not leave quickly because of Ragen's serious injury, they still arrived at Astrana, the largest night elf town in Ashenvale, before sunset.
"Oh, we're finally home!" The elves cheered
Xiver smiled and said to Regen: "Welcome to the base camp of Silver Wing Sentinel, respected guest."
——The terrain of Ashenvale is long and narrow, spanning almost the entire east and west ends of Kalimdor. Except for Stranglethorn Vale, the size and natural diversity of Ashenvale are unmatched by any other place in the country of Azeroth.
Than
After the Ancient War, Ashenvale became the home of the night elves. At that time, 80% of the former continent of Kalimdor was shattered and sank into the underwater world. After the world split, the night elves living in Kalimdor
They began to rebuild Ashenvale, and then gradually formed Astrana, an important town from the capital Darnassus to the mainland.
Ashenvale Forest winds into a huge arc to the south of Mount Hyjal, Stonetalon Mountain is to the southwest, the Barrens is directly south of it, and the abandoned land of Azshara is on the other side of a river in the east. Ashenvale is
An ancient forest, with plants that have not been touched by mortal races for a long time. Although it often rains, the climate here is very mild. The trees in Ashen Valley are very old and the vegetation is thick. Even the flushing rainfall cannot penetrate the dark forest canopy.
During the Third War, the orc hero Grom Hellscream led his Warsong clan to this place to collect wood resources for the new tribe. However, he unexpectedly angered the demigod Cenarius who was guarding the ancient trees here.
The Warsong clan was retreating steadily in front of the demigod's overwhelming magic power. At this time, under the deception of the abyss demon Maronos, Grom, who was eager to defeat the demigod, drank the spring water soaked in the blood of the demon.
The increased number of fallen orcs relied on the power of demons to kill the demigods, and the already fragile alliance of the three tribes almost split due to this incident. Although Grom later sacrificed his life and died together with Maronos, the alliance of the three tribes was able to survive.
It lasted until the Burning Legion was defeated, but the hatred between the Warsong Clan and the Silver Winged Sentinels continues to this day.
Since the Third War, due to the shrinkage of the orcs and the laissez-faire of the elves, the forest has become more wild and primitive. Every road through the forest is covered with leaves, and some are even deserted. Huge forest guardians and ancient activities
The trees walk among them and punish all those who try to cut down the forest. Therefore, the current Gray Valley is a paradise for the ancient trees and their elven allies.
Everyone walked into the streets of Astrana, and soon attracted the attention of countless elves - after all, humans rarely appeared in Ashenvale. Just as little Shana held the reins of the mules and horses, she taught Regan a basic lesson in Darnassus.
During the training, an elf sentry came over and saluted Xiver solemnly, "Vice Captain, welcome back. Mr. Lane is waiting for you to hand over the mission in the tree house. Please come with me." After that, he walked over in the lead with a goose step.
Regan had a question on his face: Isn't it said that the elves' style is casual and free? Why do they look more old-fashioned than those rigid officers?
Just when he was puzzled, Xivier and the elf next to him suddenly burst out into uncontrollable laughter: "Hahaha, Emma, you idiot, you're laughing so hard at me!" "Look at her legs.
, like a big duck." "Emma, Mr. Regan is not a knight in the army. Your courtship method is wrong!" Regan suddenly realized that another young woman had been poisoned by knightly novels.
Emma, whose neck was even red, brought everyone to the tree house, curtsied to Regan and ran away quickly. Xivier smiled and nudged him with his elbow: "Do you want to think about it?
Emma is the most beautiful flower in the city. How many elf boys seek life and death for her? You are so lucky."
"Sister! Brother Regen's injury hasn't healed yet." Shana pouted and looked at Xivier unhappily. She was worried about Regan's injury, but she was obviously dissatisfied with her sister's attitude. How could a sister not be so unhappy?
The reason for helping your biological sister
"Cough, cough." An elf in military uniform interrupted everyone's fun. Regan guessed that this person should be little Shanna's most admired idol, the Elf Archon of Astrana - Ryan Wolfwalker
"Mr. Regan, welcome to Astrana. I am Ryan, the city's top defense officer. I should have sent you to the Fountain of Life to treat your injuries as soon as possible, but these ignorant people insist on bringing you here to see me.
"I'm so sorry," Ryan said slightly apologetically.
"Thank you for your generosity." Regen grinned, his beautiful eight big white teeth making little Shana dizzy. "I insisted on coming to see you. The news I brought is extraordinary. I hope
Through you, I can meet with Ms. Tyrande and explain this matter in detail."
Ryan replied without thinking: "No problem. As a noble paladin, you have the right to meet the high priest at any time. I just hope that you will recover from your injuries here for the time being, and then come with me to meet Tai."
Lord Rand"
Regen smiled and said: "Don't bother me. My injuries have basically healed and I can accompany you to Darnassus at any time."
Shana covered her mouth and shouted: "Brother Regan, you still have a lot of bruises on your body this morning. How could it be possible that it would heal so quickly!"
"Yes, even though you are a Paladin, the Holy Light can only heal external injuries after all. Our Fountain of Life is very effective in healing internal injuries and restoring vitality. Don't be brave at this time," Xivier also kindly advised.
Regen had no choice but to take off his clothes and tore off the bandages on his body: "Look, there are still some bruises. My body is now strong enough to wrestle with a mammoth."
"Yeah, Brother Regan has no clothes on." Shana covered her eyes.
Xivier looked at his sister as if he had met an idiot: "You applied the medicine for him in the morning, and now you come here to pretend to be a lady. What a stupid girl."
Ryan stopped the two living sisters dumbfounded, and then said to Regen: "We are not questioning the power of the Holy Light, but it is incredible that serious injuries can be healed in one afternoon. Do you have any equipment on you that can speed up recovery?
?”
"I don't know much about it, but when it comes to equipment," Regen looked at Shana and the two sisters, knowing that the secret of the Holy Book could not be kept secret, "I found the legendary Holy Book in the Death Mine. I don't know if it's because of
That’s why this artifact can be restored so quickly.”
Ryan suffocated slightly: "That should be it. There have been many speculations about the function of the sacred book, but none of them are valid. It seems that it can strengthen the self-recovery ability of the person who carries it."
Regan nodded along with everyone, but he knew in his heart that his powerful recovery ability was definitely obtained by sacrificing self-consciousness with the Holy Book. However, no one would believe what he said, so he still
It’s better to listen to the experts’ explanation…
After confirming that the injury was normal the next day, Regan kissed the tearful little Shana, waved goodbye to Xivier and the kind and honest elves, and followed Ryan on the hippogryph flying to Darnassus.