Our simple-minded orc Broxigar had no idea that he was being set up by the very Warchief he served.
Suramar, as the second largest city in the Night Elf Empire, with its large population and thriving commerce, was bound to have a strong defense force. And Galen sent him, an Orc warrior, to be a scout?
Weren't Sylvanas and Alleria, who were always by Galen's side, more suitable for the job?
Sending him to Suramar was simply a setup.
Broxigar had just scared off a Night Elf noble who was teasing him like a gorilla with a cane, when he saw a Night Elf girl walking towards the cage with two bowls.
One bowl of water and one bowl of broth.
The Orc general, who had been imprisoned and without food for a day, was quite hungry. Having been stripped of everything, he set his sights on the water and food in Tyrande's hands.
Tyrande knelt cautiously in front of the cage, tentatively asking Broxigar inside the cage, "Can you understand me?"
Broxigar grunted, intending to appear fierce and scare the Night Elf girl, but her long ears reminded Broxigar of the two female elves who were always following Galen, well, the two elves who seemed to be future mistresses.
Perhaps there were good people among the future mistress's kin. Thinking this, Broxigar changed his mind and nodded to Tyrande.
"I brought you something to eat."
Tyrande said, handing over the bowl of broth first.
Broxigar didn't stand on ceremony, taking it and gulping it down.
Not at all afraid that the food might be poisoned.
After witnessing the Warchief creating life out of thin air and resurrecting dead souls, Broxigar's mentality had changed somewhat, becoming a bit more carefree.
Anyway, with the Warchief in this world, it would be hard for him to die even if he wanted to, so why should he wrong his stomach?
After drinking the soup, he took the meat Tyrande handed over and began to devour it, then took a hearty gulp, emptying the bowl of water, and then opened his sharp fangs and tore at the meat without hesitation.
"Cool !"
Broxigar used the Elven language that Galen had instilled in him to express his feelings after eating his fill.
Tyrande's eyes lit up. She knew that this green-skinned creature could understand Darnassian, and he certainly could speak it.
So she continued to ask, "Do you need anything else? Would you like more food?"
"No, I'm full."
Tyrande thought for a moment and said to him, "My name is Tyrande, a priestess of Elune, the Moon Goddess."
"Thank you, Shaman, I am Broxigar."
After Broxigar finished speaking, he didn't want to continue the conversation. Telling this priestess, who resembled a shaman, his name was already the biggest concession he was willing to make.
So he handed the empty bowl he had finished eating to Tyrande through the bars of the cage.
Suddenly!
A fiery arrow shot from behind Tyrande, hitting Broxigar's hand, the Orc cried out in pain, and the two bowls fell to the ground.
"roar !"
Broxigar was suddenly attacked, and his body was about to retaliate, but he was trapped by the cage. The surrounding guards were also afraid that he would break free, trapping him in the corner of the cage with their spears!
Helplessly, Broxigar covered his hand, staring angrily at the person who cast the spell!
This was a tall and strong male Night Elf with a pair of amber eyes. He was now holding the frightened Tyrande with his hand, asking with concern, "Are you alright, Tyrande? Did this beast hurt you?"
"What are you doing! Illidan!" Tyrande was a little angry. She had finally managed to get this creature to lower his guard, and Illidan had ruined it all!
"He's locked inside now, he can't do anything… Besides, he's not a beast!"
"But he's very dangerous. He injured many guards during the capture!" Illidan's handsome face was tightly furrowed.
"Thank you for your concern, Illidan, but I reiterate, I was not in danger." At this moment, Tyrande saw the wound on the Orc's hand. His fingers were burnt black, and the pain in his eyes was obvious, but he didn't cry out in pain or seek any treatment.
"Let me help you heal it!" Tyrande, seeing Broxigar's wary eyes, could only continue, "I have no malice. I'll ask him to step back!"
Illidan quickly stopped her, "No, Tyrande, you can't do that!"
"Illidan… please step aside for now."
"What? Tyrande, you…"
"Listen to me, Illidan."
Finally, Illidan glared fiercely at Broxigar in the cage, suppressing his anger, and stepped aside.
Damn it, he had originally wanted to confess his feelings to Tyrande today, but now it was all ruined by this barbaric creature!
You wait, Tyrande can't stay here at all times and not return to the temple. When she leaves, you'll be in trouble!
With his back to Illidan, Tyrande didn't notice the hatred and resentment in Illidan's eyes, but Broxigar did. He provocatively raised his head slightly and handed his charred hand to Tyrande.
Tyrande observed Broxigar's thick hand, and found that it was a burn caused by fire, obviously the power of arcane magic. As for Illidan abandoning druidic spells to practice arcane magic, Tyrande couldn't explain her feelings.
As a novice priestess, this was the first time Tyrande had tried to use the spells she had just learned to heal.
She looked up at the sky, where a bright moon hung high overhead, the incarnation of the Moon Goddess Elune on Azeroth. Tyrande began to pray.
"Moon Goddess… please grant me your purity, your compassion, your love… help me heal this wound…"
Under the gaze of a crowd of onlookers, silvery moonlight poured down, enveloping Tyrande. It was the light of the Moon Goddess Elune. Tyrande's whole body radiated light, as if she had transformed into the Moon Goddess herself, and she herself felt as if she had become one with the goddess.
Then Tyrande guided the moonlight to touch Broxigar's hand. In an instant, the burnt flesh on his hand was completely healed, and the skin between the joints grew back.
All this took only a few seconds!
The damage from the fire magic was healed!
The surrounding people and guards knelt on one knee, lowering their heads to show respect to the priestess.
"Sister, could you also grant us the blessing of the Moon Goddess?" The guards lowered their heads devoutly.
"Of course!"
Tyrande was very happy to be recognized, and gave them the blessing of the Moon Goddess: "The Moon Goddess teaches that anyone can freely enjoy Elune's blessing!"
Tyrande spread out her palms and touched each guard's heart and forehead in turn, signifying the unity of mind and spirit.
Everyone expressed their sincere gratitude to her after receiving the blessing, including Broxigar in the cage.
This made the anger in Illidan's heart burn fiercely!
Tyrande, disregarding Illidan's dissuasion, forcefully squeezed the energy within her body to bless the guards and Broxigar in the plaza one by one.
After the blessing ceremony was over, Tyrande felt a burst of fatigue, but also felt very refreshed. Today, in the name of the Moon God, she had accomplished many achievements.
And her event of guiding the moonlight as a novice priestess today will soon spread throughout Suramar and the Sisterhood of Elune. She will become famous throughout the Suramar province and the surrounding Aszuna and parts of Val'sharah as the favored one of the Moon God.
Illidan watched Tyrande finish the blessing ceremony and immediately rushed forward: "Tyrande, now you should come and rest with me..."
"I'm sorry, Illidan," Tyrande shook her head. "I feel very tired. I want to return to the temple, back to my sisters. I'm sorry I can't continue to be with you?"
A fierce look flashed across Illidan's eyes, but he quickly narrowed his eyes, and his mood quickly calmed down. "You should rest well. Do you want me to send you back?"
"No need, I can go back myself." Tyrande walked towards the direction of the temple. She was now increasingly convinced that tonight's experience would completely change the trajectory of her life. She heard the whispers of the Moon God, which were her teachings, and everything that happened today was Elune's arrangement.
Illidan's lungs were about to explode with anger. He left Cenarius' grove, firstly because druidic magic was slow to practice and didn't suit his taste, and secondly, returning to Suramar would give him more opportunities to approach Tyrande, the goddess he longed for!
(Those thighs will be mine xd!)
He had calculated that tonight was the day when the Sisterhood of Elune collectively rested, and he came to find Tyrande for a date with joy.
Tonight's moonlight is bright, suitable for confession.
He didn't expect that he had waited bitterly at the corner of the street for several hours, carefully planning an encounter, but that opportunity was ruined!
Not only that, but he was also seen by Tyrande as an unreasonable villain, completely losing face!
All of this was caused by that green beast! Tyrande even nodded to that beast before returning to the temple!
Ah!
Illidan's heart was smaller than a needle's tip, how could he swallow this anger!
He watched Tyrande disappear into the entrance of the temple, and then quietly came to a hidden place on the street corner, muttering words!
Subsequently!
A miserable scream came again from the square.
A ball of Scarlet flames seemed to devour the cage along with Broxigar inside!
The guards outside the cage were confused and could only activate the magic barrier around the cage. The flames quickly extinguished, and Broxigar regained his life.
Perhaps the guards didn't know who did it, but Broxigar knew who it was!
It must be that night elf with amber eyes just now!
Broxigar silently noted this down!
In the east of Suramar, Galen and Malfurion transformed into moose forms and led the way in the forest, with Sylvanas and Alleria riding night sabers behind them.
Galen and Malfurion's travel forms were both taught by Cenarius, so they were both in the form of deer.
At this time, Galen was running with some difficulty. The feeling of all fours on the ground made his motor nerves quite uncoordinated, which reminded him of the experience of being turned into a frog by the troll witch doctor's witchcraft many years ago.
Fortunately, I don't want to eat grass after turning into a deer!
Galen complained while trying to adapt to the movements of his limbs.
The night elf druids of later generations can transform into bears, cheetahs, crows, seals, and quails, etc., but at this stage, Malfurion, as the ancestor of night elf druids, has not yet perfected many spells.
Galen once asked Malfurion what other transformations he could learn, and was told that he could only transform into a deer at present, but he got a hint of inspiration in the Emerald Dream, and perhaps soon he could complete a spell to transform into a bird!
That is to say, he is currently a balance druid, and can advance to a bird druid or a raptor druid in the future?
Ah ha!
My senior brother, oh, I'm sorry, I can pay to become a bear!
In the future, I want to be the ancestor of bear druids among the night elves!
Sorry Nozdormu, I really can't help but show off!
You should be able to handle this little change!
Um!
Can handle it!
Galen was distracted thinking about it!
Originally, his limbs were uncoordinated, and just as his front hoof stepped on a rock, he staggered, and the inertia of his entire body caused the back half of his body to hang in the air, and the body rotated one hundred and eighty degrees!
"Be careful! Galen!"
The people around him shouted with concern!
Galen was about to fall to the ground and roll over!
Galen's deer eyes were dazed!
I am a person who wants to be one of the ancestors of the druids!
How can I be so embarrassed?
In the astonished eyes of Sylvanas and Alleria, the moose in mid-air transformed into a brown bear the next moment!
Because of the change in body weight, Galen's transformed bear landed heavily, sitting on the ground with his butt.
But he saved face!
Unscathed.
Sitting half on the ground, Galen raised his bear paw and touched his head: "When Malfurion asks me how to become a bear druid later, how should I explain it?"
"Wow! Galen, how did you do it!" Malfurion came to Galen and changed from a moose state back to a human form, stroking Galen's chest, shoulders, and bear paws non-stop!
Fluffy!
"Take your hands away! Malfurion! I'm not gay, I like women!"
Galen slapped away Malfurion's palm with his bear paw. The next moment, two other slender hands also touched him.
"Wow, so cute!"
"Galen, your fur feels so good!"
Well, these two hands can be touched casually.
Galen even enjoyed it a little.
"How did you do it!" Malfurion was shocked. He was sure that he had not taught Galen other transformation spells, and he himself could not transform into a bear!
Step back!
I'm going to start bragging!
"When I was about to fall and get injured, two giant bears appeared in my mind, and then the moment I landed, I became what I am now!"
In a world with gods, everything unreasonable can be straightened out as long as it is related to them!
From now on, I am the father of the claw druid!
"Could it be the Ursoc and Ursol brothers?" Malfurion fell into deep thought.
"What's wrong, Malfurion, do you know the two bear spirits I saw?" Galen's face was full of thirst for knowledge, and he kept chasing Malfurion.
"If I guessed correctly, they are two wild demigods living in the far west, between Mount Hyjal and the city of Rasha'razar, and a group of bear people serve them."
"They are named Ursol and Ursoc, and they often patronize the night elf villages around Dark Rasha'razar, and even participate in local Moon Festival gatherings!"
"Galen, perhaps you have been favored by them, just like the teacher favors you!"
"You are a god-favored one, a genius!"
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Galen and the others continued onward, and after entering the territory of Suramar City, they encountered an army of nobles.
Galen first observed their flags, a habit he had developed in this world, searching for the nobles' family crests, which allowed him to quickly determine which noble's forces they were.
Soon, Galen's gaze locked onto the front of the cavalry, where someone was holding a deep purple square battle flag, with a black flying bird painted in the center.
However, he forgot that he was not a Night Elf, let alone an ancient Night Elf, and did not recognize many noble crests.
"That is the banner of Kur'talos Ravencrest," Galen heard Malfurion mutter to himself. "Is he also going to Suramar?"
Galen instantly understood, Ravencrest, huh!
The first Night Elf commander of the resistance during the War of the Ancients, later assassinated by Varo'then's men. Later, during the Legion's re-invasion, Galen had even hammered the resurrected him again and again in Black Rook Hold in Val'sharah.
In the In the team, a Night Elf riding a black panther passed by Galen and his companions. This Night Elf's black panther was significantly larger than others', clearly indicating that he was Ravencrest, even his mount was a leader among its kind.
And Ravencrest himself, sitting on the mount, was tall and thin, appearing heroic and extraordinary. He had a face resembling a bird, long and narrow, with a nose that resembled a downward-curving beak. Thick whiskers and sharp eyes highlighted his wisdom and strength.
"No wonder he uses a raven as his family crest, he actually looks like a raven."
As if noticing Galen's gaze, Ravencrest turned his head to look at Galen, and noticed that Galen was dressed as a noble, and also possessed a powerful aura.
Therefore, Ravencrest nodded slightly at Galen.
Galen was taken aback, and also nodded in response, performing a noble's etiquette according to Dath'Remar's memories.
After Ravencrest's army left Suramar, Malfurion led Galen and the others directly into the city.
Just past the city gate, Galen felt a surge of noise rushing towards him. As the second largest main city of the Night Elf Empire, its commerce was developed and its population was large, which made Galen somewhat unaccustomed, after all, they had spent nearly two months in the quiet forest, surrounded by trees and small animals every day.
"Hey! Aren't we going to look around?"
Malfurion wanted to find his dream lover Tyrande Whisperwind as soon as possible, and headed straight for the Temple of the Moon in the city center after entering the city.
Galen, on the other hand, noticed Sylvanas and Alleria looking around with curious expressions, clearly these two High Elves who had not experienced the Night Elf era felt novelty about the customs and culture of Suramar.
"But..." Malfurion couldn't possibly say that he was going crazy thinking about seeing someone, if he really said that, Galen would mock him for being inhuman because of the opposite sex.
Two months of getting along had made him realize that his junior brother's mouth was really sharp sometimes!
"It's okay, you go take care of business, my sister and I can look around ourselves!" Sylvanas said, ": "We will go to the Temple of the Moon to find you later."
Galen hesitated for a moment, Malfurion was going to find Tyrande, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to follow along as a third wheel.
So he said directly: "I'll accompany you to stroll around, I haven't visited Suramar before either!"
"No!" Sylvanas refused, "You accompany Malfurion, my sister and I are going to buy some girls' things!"
Galen instantly understood, then he took out a large bag of gold coins from his backpack, these were Night Elf coins that he had earned tens of thousands of years later in Kalimdor by doing business with the Night Elves. These long-lived races had not undergone economic reform for tens of thousands of years, except for the change in political system, everything still followed the habits of tens of thousands of years ago.
Sylvanas grabbed the money bag Galen handed over, and then, arm in arm with her sister, plunged into the commercial district of Suramar.
"Strange..."
Galen muttered to himself.
"Can't you figure out their thoughts either? Galen." Malfurion seemed to be a little troubled in this regard as well. Before, he had seen Galen attract two girls at once in the grove, and had even asked him for advice.
Is this the legendary one who dares to teach, and one who dares to learn?
"Don't guess what girls are thinking, the ancients didn't deceive me." Galen said that I'm not a love expert, I don't understand either.
"Let's go!"
Malfurion felt that he should go see his brother, but he didn't want to do that tonight. Although Galen was with him, he still wanted to find Tyrande first.
Although Malfurion had recently felt that as long as Tyrande was by his side, he would feel nervous, but after the nervousness was a certain joy hidden deep in his heart, his mood was rippling, which made him unable to extricate himself.
"Please inform us, we would like to see the novice priestess Tyrande, we are her good friends."
At the entrance of the Temple of the Moon, Malfurion politely said to the two guards at the gate.
"I know you, you are Malfurion, who is often with Tyrande, let's go, I'll take you in."
One of the two guards said.
They were also priestesses of the Temple of the Moon, but they were not wearing robes, but shiny silver breastplates, with short skirts reaching to the waist, and a crescent moon pattern adorning their chests.
The members of the Sisterhood of Elune seemed to be all female, and those who could become members of the church were proficient in the art of defense and combat.
Galen knew that Tyrande herself was an excellent archer, and another high priestess Galen had seen, Maiev, was an even more skilled fighter.
And the reason why Suramar could rival the capital Zin-Azshari was because of this temple that worshiped the Moon Goddess!
Through a long corridor, the guard led them to the Moon Chamber, and instructed them to wait here while she went to notify Tyrande to come over.
The Moon Chamber was the open-air hall in the very center of the temple, where many important ceremonies were held. When no high-ranking priestesses were using it, the temple encouraged everyone to go to that serene environment to cleanse their souls.
Galen had just found a stone chair to sit down when he felt a mysterious force shining on him.
Galen looked up and found that no matter what position the moon hung in the sky, the entire hall would be illuminated by soft moonlight.
Compared to Galen, who was quietly feeling the power of the moonlight, Malfurion was a little restless. In Galen's view, this was just the performance of a young boy who was just beginning to feel love, very similar to the situation when he confessed to Sylvanas.
Simply too weak.
Just as Malfurion was feeling anxious, he heard footsteps coming from the temple corridor.
The footsteps approached the doorway where Galen and he were.
"Malfurion..."
Hearing this familiar voice, Malfurion felt as if a gentle stream flowed through his heart, instantly calming him down. Then, he stood up woodenly, looking at the radiant Tyrande, his mind slightly blank.
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The open-air hall of the Moon Chamber brought the moonlight into the main hall, and Malfurion stared Stupid at the goddess in his heart.
Galen also looked towards the door at this moment, observing this future giant who would govern the Night Elf race for ten thousand years.
This Night Elf girl, about two meters tall, was wearing a silver-white priest's robe, which shimmered with a mysterious light in the moonlight. Her long hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, perfectly framing her delicate face.
Not bad. According to the current lifespan of Night Elves, Tyrande is just newly adult. The attire of a clergy member, coupled with her perfect figure, makes her indeed a standout.
However, Galen couldn't appreciate the violet skin. He preferred white and big.
"This must be the sister-in-law!"
Galen put away his expression and pretended to be serious.
"Hello, sister-in-law, I'm Galen'Remar, Malfurion's junior brother."
Boom!
Malfurion's dazed mind felt as if struck by lightning, and he felt like he was about to crack apart, wishing he could hammer Galen's head into his butt!
"Tyrande, you... don't listen to Galen's nonsense..."
Malfurion knew his face must be incredibly awkward. His mind was in chaos, and he only hoped that Tyrande wouldn't develop a bad impression of him because of Galen's words.
However, Malfurion was clearly overthinking it.
Tyrande looked at Galen with a generous and composed demeanor. His handsome and youthful face made him look even younger than herself and the Malfurion brothers.
What Tyrande cared about was Galen's statement that he was Malfurion's junior brother. According to her understanding of Malfurion, he had no other teacher besides the demigod Cenarius.
She had only been back in Suramar for two months, and the demigod had already taken in another disciple?
This news shocked the novice priest, so she didn't mind Galen's calling her 'sister-in-law,' assuming he was mistaken.
"Hello, I am Tyrande, a childhood friend who grew up with Malfurion. Are you a new disciple of Cenarius?"
"Yes, Tyrande, Galen was accepted as a disciple by the teacher two months ago." Malfurion finally calmed down from the thoughts Galen had stirred up, and reintroduced Galen to Tyrande. "I hope our arrival hasn't disturbed your studies in the temple."
"How could you disturb me!" Tyrande smiled, clearly happy about Malfurion's arrival. "Actually, I'm very happy you came. I actually have some questions I'd like to discuss with you!"
"Follow me!"
So Tyrande led Galen and Malfurion out of the hall, saying as she walked, "Do you remember you once had some recurring dreams..."
"I remember," Malfurion said. "After you and Illidan left the teacher's territory, under the teacher's guidance, I used secret techniques to enter a magical place called the Emerald Dream!"
"Guess what I saw!"
"There's a huge portal above Zin-Azshari! The Queen and her followers are summoning something to our world!"
"It's really like that!" Tyrande exclaimed!
"What do you know?" Malfurion asked in return!
"It's the Burning Legion!"
"The Burning Legion?"
In fact, after Tyrande first met Broxigar, she went out of the temple again the next night and went to the square again to find this orc, trying to inquire about his race and origin.
But Tyrande found that Broxigar was seriously injured and dying. After asking the guards without success, she prayed to the moon god again and healed the burns on Broxigar!
At the same time, from the traces of this fire magic attack, Tyrande also guessed who did it!
Illidan!
In addition to being reckless and rash, Tyrande once again labeled him as vindictive in her heart.
Illidan would never know that the competition between him and his brother in love was largely due to her!
Malfurion is mature, stable, responsible, and acts responsibly. Tyrande has always seen all of this, while Illidan's score has been continuously declining, and he is indeed not an ideal partner.
But soon Tyrande put her love aside, because she healed Broxigar again, and the orc simply told her his origin, and then guided the moon god priestess according to Galen's instructions.
At this time, Tyrande already knew from Broxigar's mouth that a catastrophe was about to affect the entire Kaldorei Empire and even the entire planet of Azeroth.
At first, our novice priest didn't quite believe it, but she soon thought of Malfurion's dream, so she also wanted to find Malfurion and discuss it with him!
Soon, Tyrande brought them to the square.
The guards around Broxigar's cage knelt before her with respect after seeing Tyrande.
It seems that the moon god miracle triggered by Tyrande was too shocking, and her reputation has spread in Suramar.
At this time, Galen noticed that Broxigar in the cage had large areas of newly healed wounds, and suddenly anger rose in his heart!
He knew that Broxigar would definitely suffer some hardships after being captured, but he didn't expect him to have suffered such serious injuries!
Galen remained calm and silently noted this account in his heart.
Soon, Malfurion also learned about the existence of the Burning Legion from Broxigar's mouth, combined with the conspiracy between Queen Azshara and Xavius that he had seen in the Emerald Dream before!
The druid trembled all over.
"Tch!"
A guard next to him saw Malfurion's trembling and sneered: "The empire is so strong, we are not afraid of anyone at all. That so-called legion is probably just nonsense from this beast!"
"That's right, he's just scared like this with a few words, he's really timid!" Another guard chimed in: "When Lord Ravencrest investigates the place where this orc was captured, he will come back and take him to Black Rook Hold for interrogation, and then he will tell the truth, and these lies will naturally be exposed!"
"Wait!"
Malfurion seized the key words. This orc is going to be sent to the prison of Black Rook Hold?
That is a solid military fortress!
He must prevent this from happening and take this orc named Broxigar to the teacher's grove!