Chapter 723 Attention From All Parties

At the same time, Queen Azshara was quietly admiring the flowers in the palace garden. Her eyes inadvertently caught Archimonde's [Finger of Death] that cut through the sky.

After all, that green beam was so powerful, and it looked particularly dazzling in the night sky.

The head maid, Vasqi, stood aside with a trace of worry on her face. She reminded in a low voice: "Your Majesty the Queen, Archimonde..."

"Vashj, I know what you are worried about." Azshara raised her hand gently, interrupting Vashj's unspoken words: "Archimonde's strength is indeed beyond our expectations, but he is not ready to let us down yet. We are helpless.”

As she said that, Azshara picked up the exquisite teacup on the table and took a sip. An indifferent smile appeared on her face, "Let's not care about this for the moment. I am more concerned about the situation on Tyrande's side. Has she changed her mind? Woolen cloth?"

"Unfortunately, no." Upon hearing this, Vashj's eyes flashed with a cold light, but his voice remained calm, "Elune's protection seems to still be working, and Tyrande's attitude is still resolute. Not softened at all.”

“She even refused our carefully prepared delicacies from the 610 Office,” Vaschi continued. “Song relied on a small amount of food from her own magic package to sustain life.

"Haha..." Azshara chuckled and gently lifted Vashj's chin with her long and white fingers. There was a joking expression on her beautiful face, Vashj, do you really think your little tricks can be hidden from me? You must have tampered with the food given to Tyrande... This kind of thing I've seen through the little trick a long time ago. "

"Queen, please listen to my explanation." Upon hearing this, Vashchi's face suddenly changed. She was eager to explain, "I just..."

"Okay, no more words." Azshara interrupted her, letting go of Vashj's control, and waved her hand lazily, "I have no interest in knowing about the fights and calculations between you. What I care about is Only the end result.”

She paused and continued: "As long as Tyrande is willing to give up serving Elune and follow me instead, I can forget her past stance."

Azshara looked up at the sky. The bright moon was hiding behind the clouds, only showing half of her shy face. The corner of her mouth raised a playful arc, "Imagine what an exciting scene it will be when the gods' followers turn to serve me."

This is Azshara, the Light of Light, so arrogant that she even tries to rival Elune.

Although Vashj still harbored deep hostility towards Tyrande, seeing the expectant expression on Azshara's face, she could only twitch the corners of her mouth and echo in a low voice against her will: "Yes, Your Majesty. Your glory will surpass the moon god Elune and shine on the entire Azeroth."

Azshara caught Vashj's unwilling look from the corner of her eye, and a playful smile flashed in her eyes.

"Keep looking after her, Vashj. Elune's protection cannot last forever. I'm curious how long she can hold on after losing Elune's care.

At the edge of the main battlefield east of Zin Aessalyn, Malfurion, who was about to lead a small number of elites to launch a feint attack on the flank of the Burning Legion, suddenly stopped.

His eyes were solemn, as if he felt some uneasy omen.

The feint attack team that followed, including the human mage Luo Ning and the orc warrior Brox, also stopped simultaneously. They looked up at the sky with a look of surprise on their faces. The scene there made them unable to help but be moved.

A striking evil energy beam pierced the sky, and its green light was particularly dazzling in the night sky. The terrifying power contained in the beam seemed to be able to destroy everything, making Malfurion purse his lips unconsciously.

The uneasiness in his heart surged like a tide, but he tried to suppress it.

"Could it be..." A trace of doubt flashed through Malfurion's mind, but he quickly interrupted his thoughts, "No! I have to believe Levin."

Before time travel, Brox had actually just returned from the Battle of Hyjal. In this war, he killed many demons and fought against Archimonde with his allies. This is why the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu chose him as the hero. Time travel candidate——As an expert in killing demons, he can provide a lot of advice to the night elves who have never seen demons in the War of the Ancients.

But even this brave old orc warrior unconsciously clenched the oak battle ax in his hand at this time, with deep fear in his eyes.

"I have seen that evil energy beam representing destruction in Mount Hyjal." He whispered in Ronin's ear, "That is Archimonde's signature skill - [Finger of Death].

After hearing this, Luo Ning's expression became more solemn.

He nodded and said to Brox: "It's really admirable that you can defeat such a terrifying enemy. Unfortunately, I was not there during the Battle of Hyjal and did not have the opportunity to fight alongside you."

Brox glanced secretly at the young Malfurion beside him, shook his head gently, and said: "No, in that thrilling battle, no one could resist Archimonde's overwhelming power. We tried our best, but we could only barely stop the main force of the Burning Legion."

His words revealed endless vicissitudes and helplessness, as if he had returned to the war-torn years.

"In the end, it was the night elves who heroically sacrificed their immortality and detonated the vast power contained in the world tree Nordrassil, so that they could kill the terrifying demon leader." Brox said this The unpalatable truth.

No wonder he said it behind Malfurion's back.

When Malfurion gathered his mind and prepared to lead the feint attack team on the journey again, Maiev, who had originally planned to join the feint attack plan, had to stay in the camp and carry out something completely different from her usual personality and identity—— - Take care of others...

"ISI..."

In the camp where the Sisters of Elune belong, in a spacious independent tent, weak coughing sounds can be heard from time to time. The sound looks weak and old, as desolate as the fallen leaves in autumn.

Maiev looked worriedly at the woman lying on the bed, her face as pale as winter snowflakes. Several high-ranking priests of the sisterhood gathered around the floor. They clasped their hands together and were concentrating on using magic together in an attempt to relieve the woman's pain and bring hope of healing.

"Don't waste any more energy, my sisters." However, the woman on the bed smiled bitterly and shook her head. Although the pain was constantly eroding her will, her voice still maintained its usual gentleness, "What I have suffered It’s not a simple injury, but an overdraft of the body. This is not a problem that ordinary healing spells can solve.”

"But, the high priest..." A priest spoke anxiously, but was gently interrupted by the woman.

"Okay," High Priest Dejana, who had just woken up, said in a weak voice, waving her hands at the same time, "You go out first, I have important things to talk to Maiev alone.

At this time, Maiev quietly leaned against the corner of the tent, crossing her arms on her chest. As a combat priest, she has profound knowledge in eighteen kinds of weapons and combat spells, and has even begun to explore the dark side of the power of the Moon God. But in contrast, she has no ability in healing spells, so in this case, she can only watch from the side.

But when she heard the words of the high priest, her eyes flashed, and she seemed to understand something. When the other high-ranking priests turned their heads in confusion, she nodded slightly to express her agreement with the high priest's decision.

"Go," she said softly, "Ounhara still needs your help, please do your best to heal him. As 4.0 is one of the demigods believed by the Tauren, his existence is of great importance to our communication with the Tauren allies. It’s important.”

"As you command, High Priest, and Priest Maiev." The high-ranking priests responded in unison. The light of Uelune will always shine on you.

When greeting, these high-ranking priests even put Maiev and the high priest Dejana side by side, which shows their respect for Maiev.

After speaking, they turned around and left the tent.

As the high-ranking priests left, the tent fell into a brief silence. Only the shouts from the military camp broke the silence from time to time.

"Hey~~

Dijana looked at Mawei's stubborn and determined expression and understood in her heart. During her coma, this loyal priestess had obviously learned some truth.

She patted the edge of the bed gently, with a loving and caring smile on her face.

"Maev," the high priest said softly, "come and sit down. I know that you are full of doubts and dissatisfaction. While there is still some time now, I will do my best to answer your questions.

Please also listen to me patiently. "