The blood elf with a super figure that Granzo said was naturally the astrologer assassin Evelynn. After completing the mission of Voretar, she followed Regan and his party back to Azeroth. Originally, Evelynn's destination was her hometown.
Silvermoon City, but when I heard that the recently prosperous Chenmist Town was actually Regen's private property, I followed him out of curiosity.
However, rather than saying that she was doing it to satisfy her curiosity, it was better to say that she was using it as an excuse to spend more time with Regan...
In addition to this distinguished guest, the identity and purpose of the other lady's visit were somewhat unexpected - when Akama led his men to withdraw from the melee in the temple, Watcher Maiev did not leave with him.
He chose to hide in the dark and continue to observe, waiting for the moment to give Illidan a fatal blow.
However, things went against expectations. The unexpected appearance of Karthus made the battlefield more chaotic. The subsequent appearance of Kil'jaeden the Deceiver shocked Maiev: Vindicators who have experienced the ancient war naturally know that this demon back then
The lord's colleague, Archimonde the Defiler, has brought chaos and terror to the night elves and even the entire world of Kalimdor. Now that their shadows have once again returned, they have no idea that they will destroy the already devastated world.
Draenor is destroyed
Just when Maiev was choosing between revenge and temporary escape, Illidan unexpectedly teamed up with Regan to repel the demon lord's counterattack, and ended his own life in a way that no one had ever thought of.
The Watcher, who was unable to kill the enemy with his own hands, felt quite sad despite the loss - the long hunt for thousands of years ended in this way.
From the judgment seat on the top of Mount Hyjal to the rooftop of the Black Temple, Illidan's life finally came to an end. But the moment he fell to the ground, Maiev did not feel the joy of revenge, but instead felt a desolate feeling.
Loneliness filled her chest
——Because I don’t have any enemies to kill?
Maybe some of these factors are involved, but the watchman knows in his heart that this is definitely not the main reason.
What really made her feel that inexplicable loneliness was an emotion called emptiness: after spending thousands of years and spanning two worlds, the great enemy who once wanted to eat flesh and sleep with his skin finally fell to the cold ground, and as his life
Gone far away is the hatred that filled Maiev's heart for ten thousand years.
After losing these things that were once her spiritual pillars, what is left for her?
Seeing Tyrande restraining the betrayer's body, Maiev, who was in a daze, suddenly appeared in front of everyone. While scolding the priestess for her shamelessness, she wielded a wheel saw and slashed at Illidan, who had been dead for a long time.
Although it was unclear who the crazy elf in front of him was, we could tell from her words that she must have had some unusual entanglements with Illidan. So Regan stepped forward and easily subdued the unconscious Maiev, and approached her.
The priestess asked for advice on the former’s identity and origin.
Hearing that the Warden and Illidan actually had such a deep entanglement, everyone around them couldn't help but sigh. However, seeing that Tyrande was in extremely low mood, Regan did not dare to leave the unconscious Maiev to her.
So I had to take her and wait and see, hoping to get her back to normal before arriving at Chenwu Town.
What I didn't expect was that such a casual delay lasted nearly half a month. When the Crimson Storm went from Shattrath to Stormwind City, and then back to Dustwallow Marsh from Stormwind City, after a long circle back and forth, Maiev still woke up.
Silent, seemingly unconcerned with everything around him, still immersed in his own emotions
Seeing this, Regan couldn't let her go just like that, so he could only take her to the morning mist to suppress her, hoping that she could gradually break out of the shackles she had set.
"Bang Bang Bang~"
Before arriving at Evelin's room, Regen knocked on the door, and an impatient voice came from inside, "Didn't I tell you that I don't need a maid? Why are you still bothering me!"
"There is no maid, but there is one maid. I wonder if Miss Evelin needs it?"
"Huh~" The door opened suddenly, and it was obviously a surprise, but half of the blood elf pretending to be disgusted appeared from behind, "What are you doing! Didn't you see that others are working?"
"Working hours?" Regan looked at the female assassin curiously for a while, then nodded in relief, "I see...but do you usually put paint on your face when you are working?"
"Paint?" Evelin was stunned for a moment, stretched out her hand and touched her face, then screamed in fright, hit the door with a thud, and ran towards the bathroom quickly.
"Hey... this hot girl," Lei Gen grinned and pulled his hand out from the crack of the door. He shook the hand that was almost broken and saw that the door was not closed tightly, so he pushed it open and walked into the room.
Different from the imaginary assassin world, although Evelin only stayed here for less than three days, she decorated the not-too-large guest room into a rather charming residence - the white bed was clean
, there was a faint sweet fragrance of fire lily, which made Regen couldn't help but take a deep breath. There were two easels in the aisle beside the bed, but the drawing paper was blank. It seemed that the owner hadn't figured out what to do yet.
write
Turning his eyes to the other side, there were several tomes scattered on the writing table in front of the window sill. On the corner of the table was a dark red rabbit blood ink bottle. There were a few lines written on the parchment in the middle. Lei didn't intend to pry at all.
It was other people's privacy, but after all he couldn't bear the curiosity and stretched out his head to take a look. What he saw was full of obscure elf writing, which made him curl his lips involuntarily.
"What are you doing!" The knight was startled by Evelin. He coughed twice and turned his head, only to see the blood elf staring at him, as if he would take action without explanation.
"Uh, I just want to see your quill..." Regan said in a panic, and quickly raised the pen in his hand and said, "Yes, I want to see what brand this quill is!"
What a rotten reason is this! Evelin's eyebrows almost stood up. Although her diary was read by someone she secretly liked, she was actually more happy than annoyed in her heart (God knows whether Ragen could understand it or not) but
I didn't expect this dead man to use such a lame excuse, asking her how a girl should answer the call?
"By the way, I almost forgot that I still have something serious to ask Miss Xinghen for help..." Before Evelin was about to have an attack, Regen suddenly came to his senses and rushed to the easel and coughed twice, pretending to be serious, "I'll be here after a while.
It will be the birthday of the Crown Prince of Stormwind City, and His Royal Highness is still interested in the art of painting. I wonder if you can recommend some masterpieces as gifts for me?"
Although he knew that Regan was just an excuse, the blood elf couldn't help but feel a little warm in his heart when he thought that with his military-style aesthetics, he could come up with an arty reason to please himself in such a short period of time.
"Then it depends on what type your prince likes," Evelin pursed her lips, spread the lipstick she just applied evenly, and then said as casually as possible, "Paintings of Azeroth
There are many art schools, and there are huge differences between different races.”
"For example, the Elf Painting School with the longest history tends to be more romantic and classical. Although the history of human painting is only a few hundred years, it has also developed its own unique realism style," Xue said.
Elf added, "As for the genres of other races in the mainland, there are too many to mention, so to choose a good set of works, one must use their style as the primary screening criteria."
"Oh, that's it..." Regan pretended to suddenly realize it, and repeatedly praised Evelin's profound knowledge. Although he knew that the knight was pretending to understand, but after all, vanity is a woman's own innate skill, plus she is the one she likes.
How could the blood elf not feel happy with such compliments?
After this not-so-subtle pat on the back, the two soon started chatting happily, and gradually started talking about art, then about life, and then from life to the past, and they both had a deeper understanding of each other.
"By the way, since the Xinghen family is a prominent family in Silver Moon City, why don't you get used to using maids?" Regan asked curiously, remembering the scene outside the door just now.
“It’s not that I’m not used to it, it’s just that I’m tired of it,” Evelin curled her lips and said, “Ever since I was a child, the big family’s expectation for me was to become a beautiful and elegant lady, and then marry anyone who could become the family’s supporter.
Young Master, give birth to a few children to inherit the title, and then live an ordinary life like this."
The blood elf sighed, "Although our lifespan is much longer than that of humans, sometimes our tribe envy you short-lived races..."
"Why is this?" Regen raised his eyebrows, asking knowingly.
"Think about it, if a person has tens of millions of gold coins to squander, will he still cherish these properties? On the contrary, it is the middle class or poor people who do not have much money, they will value this money particularly... and relatively
This principle also applies to races with different life spans," Evelin said patiently.
"Well...it means the great philosopher" Regan smiled jokingly, and received three slaps from the blood elf that were almost caressing him.
"But speaking of it, it does make some sense..." The knight thought for a moment, counted on his fingers, "Not to mention the three most famous Windrunner sisters in Quel'Thalas, except for the one who has now become the Queen of the Undead.
Sylvanas, aren't the other two married to humans? It seems that you long-lived races are indeed in need of love..."
"Fuck you!" Evelin said coquettishly, "Do you think that we Sin'dorei women are all marrying in the sky? Think about Alleria and Vereesa, who is not married to one of you humans?
The best! Moreover, Master Luoning and the Knight of Turalyon have been in trouble with them. Otherwise, how can we win the heart of the beauty?"
"Then you say, am I considered the best among human beings now?" Regan blinked and suddenly said this
"You..." For some reason, Evelin's face turned red all of a sudden, and she said coyly after a long time, "There is still a distance between you and them, but..."
"But what?" Regen came forward with interest, the tip of his nose almost touched Evelin's forehead.
"Oh, I don't know!" Her beautiful dimples were burned like grilled lobsters. Evelin suddenly pushed Ragen away and locked herself in the bathroom again with a bang, leaving Ragen outside very happy.