Sererien. Whitepaw eventually agrees to Tyrion's offer.

This is to be expected, although most of the love stories about the Night Elves are famous for their infatuation, but Serilion is definitely a rare seed of infatuation among the Night Elves, and his longing for his deceased wife lasted for a full 10,000 years, and the most terrible thing is that in these 10,000 years, because of this sad thought, Serilion had no intention of doing anything at all.

Even in terms of obscure druid magic, in 10,000 years, no matter how poor the qualifications are, it is at least time to get started, but it is said that Mr. Whiteclaw, who is extremely talented, is only a trainee druid until now.

It wasn't just a thought, it was clear that he loved his wife so much that after her death, a part of his soul passed away with her, which is why Aurelia found White Paw weird... In human terms, the man Whiteclaw is gone.

The emotion of the beloved sounds good, but it is actually very extreme, and after Tyrion made a promise, Whitepaw did not hesitate for long to sell himself to Darkblade, and then to Aort, a good friend and one of Deer Helm's best disciples. Escorted by Statin, they will quickly return to the Dark Gate through the Emerald Dream Portal of the Twilight Forest, returning to the Black Shore as fast as possible, bringing back Annaya's soul and body.

This process took about 3 days, and surprisingly, the female druid Moyana chose to stay in the Dark Temple, although until the end of this meeting, Moyana did not say what purpose she had come to see Tyrion on at the behest of the Deerhelm, but Tyrion, who was extremely familiar with the story of the old deerhelm, could think of what she longed for with her toes.

"After traveling a long distance between two worlds, he came to see us in order to help a trainee druid understand the knot?"

Aurelia leaned into Tyrion's arms, and as she stroked her husband's perfectly trimmed beard, she whispered:

"Are those druids taking us for fools?"

"They weren't lying, Aurelia, they had already stated their purpose and wanted me to help them with a "perfect" resurrection. ”

Tyrion played with Aurelia's long dark blonde hair and whispered:

"But not Whiteclaw, you know?"

"Poor White Paw is just a test subject, and the apprentice druid may not be interested in it himself, the deceased wife he misses is used to test whether the Dark Blade is really "perfect" for the resurrection of the dead, and only after Lady Moyana has made sure that there are no sequelae of the resurrection of the dead will she tell the true purpose of her trip... But there was no need anymore, and I had already guessed what they were trying to do. ”

"It's so arrogant!"

Aurelia rubbed Tyrion's chest to make herself more comfortable, and she gritted her teeth and said:

"Those Night Elves, they always think so highly of themselves, but they always don't understand the situation, and now they are begging us!"

"I really appreciate the druid's style of doing things, do big things, always be informal, and they also have the capital of pride, Malfurion entered the druid's long hibernation, and there are only a few great druids left in the entire Cenarion Council, among them, the deerhelm is a leader of great prestige."

Tyrion wrapped Aurelia's long hair around his fingers, and his eyes flashed with thought:

"He's the ally we need, compared to the Eastern Continent, Kalimdo's power is too complex and mysterious, and the combined power of human civilization can't fight against the Night Elves who have been resting for 10,000 years, but sooner or later we will have to set foot on that land... Therefore, we need to lay out there in advance. ”

"Conquer the Eastern Continent?"

Aurelia rolled over and rode on top of Tyrion, she looked down into her husband's eyes, and she asked:

"And Quel'Thalas?"

"Yes, Quel'Salas is a very important part."

Tyrion said bluntly, and he reached out and stroked his wife's face, and he comforted softly:

"But I'm going to end the war there as quickly as I can, and I won't let it feel too much pain, after all, our mother... She had sworn to defend it. ”

"What about Sylvanas? You know she won't give up her duties, and she won't give up Quel'Thallas to you so easily. ”

Aurelia said worriedly:

"She will stand opposite us and become our enemy."

"So, I'll leave her to you, my dear, and I know you're going to overcome her for me, as you have done countless times in the past."

Tyrion reached out and hugged Aurelia and whispered in her ear:

"Whatever you want..."

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While the Lord and Queen of the Darkblade enjoyed a brief moment of quiet solitude, in a corner of the Dark Temple, a silently walking Moyana was observing the floating fortress.

To be precise, she was using her own unique perspective to observe the high-level death knights who were going back and forth around her.

As a high-level druid who is proficient in healing spells, Moyana can easily see the energy circulation in the body of any life, and for life, it is just how weird and ugly life, with their heartbeat and the flow of blood, the green life force will always entangle outside their body, which is the green color that symbolizes life, and it is also the embodiment of the natural power that the druids admire the most.

But these high-level necromancers are just an exception, in Moyana's vision, the blood in the bodies of these necromancers is still flowing in their bodies under the influence of mysterious forces, while their hearts are no longer beating, and between the flow of blood that has lost their vitality, a dark red halo will be covered on the surface of their bodies, which is the opposite of life force and natural power.

Cold, dead, and extremely corrosive to life, but with the same properties as life force, that is, after being consumed quickly, it is filled again with the flow of time.

For druids, the only way to test whether a life is strong is to look at the life force it has, and this is also true for necromancers, whose body contains death energy that determines the amount of power they can use in war.

Moyana secretly saw the death energy in the bodies of Aurelia and Tyrion, the death energy of the Blood Master Mother was alienated, it was embodied in the form of sticky blood, and the death energy in Tyrion's body was even more exaggerated, it was like a dark ocean full of cold power...

"It's not right for you to ride like this! Tear it down and start over! ”

A slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the square ahead, interrupting Moyana's thoughts, and just as she was about to leave, she heard another voice.

"But Vanessa told me that in Azeroth they all got together like this."

It was a little girl's voice, in the lingua franca of Azeroth, with a strange accent, but it slowed Moyana's departure, and after a moment's hesitation, she sneaked her head out of her hiding place to see Dornan, who was crouching on the ground and building a small house for her little pet, and Iriel, the Death Lord, who was sitting next to her to help.

The lively little raven stood on Dornan's shoulder, flapping its little wings from time to time, and at the little girl's feet, there was a sleepy frost dragon, and Dornan was like a nest chick, stubbornly standing in front of his soon-to-be-built pet nest, angrily preventing Irel from tearing it down.

The two hoofed sisters, one older and one younger, argued, looking like sisters quarreling, but in Moyana's eyes, she could easily see the truth, Iriel's body flowed with a shocking amount of death energy, and in Dornan's body, it contained a greater vitality than ordinary children, and that vitality was more active than ordinary life, showing that this child was very talented.

"You're a Draenei, little girl, and you're going to learn the good architecture of the Draenei."

Irel rolled his eyes and said to Dornan:

"Can a house without jewels, not of stone, and without spar lamps and reliefs, really be inhabited? Well, even if it's for pets, at most we'll reduce the number of gemstones... By the way, why didn't your good friend Vanessa come to your aid? Did you quarrel? ”

"No, Vanessa was picked up by Brother Raven to see her father, and she'll be back this afternoon."

Dornan said as he watched as a beautiful, gem-encrusted pet hut was erected in Iriel's nimble fingers, and the Death Lord casually said as he finished his artwork:

"How can you call Brother Crow? That old guy has been dead for 600 years, he's older than me, and if you call me sister, you call him uncle, uncle, or just crow. ”

Ten minutes later, the Death Lord looked at Dornan, who was dragging the frost dragon around, she shook her head, flicked her tail and left the square, she was back for vacation, and in a few days, she would go to Kazmodan as the front commander.

As he passed through the street at the edge of the square, Irel suddenly heard a voice from behind him:

"You... You're not like the other Death Lords. ”

"Of course I'm different."

Irel quietly clenched the hilt of her sword at her waist, and she turned to look at Moyana, "I'm one of the two strongest of the lords... Who are you? Night Elves, I've never seen you! ”

"My name is Moyana, a druid."

Moyana looked at Iriel, especially the emotions that shone in her nimble eyes, and she looked at Irel curiously:

"Can you tell me about it? About your story, and... How do you keep your emotions, if I can't see through the surface, I would even think that you are no different from a living person! ”

"Okay, I'll take that as a compliment for now."

Irel took a step back, looking Moyana up and down with a critical gaze, and after a moment, she turned her head to look at the empty air around her, and asked softly:

"Do you think she can be trusted?"

"Of course she can't be trusted! No living person can be trusted! ”

The dark green figure of the Draenei Banshee slowly appeared beside Iriel, Samaruo crossed her waist, the Ghost Hoof Girl wearing a warlock's robes, her slender tail flicking behind her, she stared at Moyana with a malicious gaze, and screamed:

"She's been watching you for at least 20 minutes! Stupid Iriel, she was secretly watching you while you were playing with Dornan, and now she's pretending to be a chance encounter, she wants to know your secrets, spy on our secrets and weaknesses, and then kill us with a cunning murder, like in The Wizard of Oz, oh my God, it's horrible! But she thought she could hide it from me... Let's kill her, Iriel! Tyrion will reward us for that! ”

"Hmm..."

Iril rubbed his forehead with a headache, and whispered to his evil twin:

"Please, Samaru, would you like to watch less human drama? Your already empty mind is now burned out by those stupid stories. ”

Probably the stranger's previous accusation made the ghostly sorcerer Samaro feel disgraced, in short, she glared at Moyana viciously, and then quietly disappeared again beside Iriel, the Death Lord shrugged, pointed to the seat next to him, and said to Moyana:

"Don't care about Samara's suspicions, although she loves to abuse her enemies, to watch them burn in the fire, and to take other people's most important things for fun, I know that she is actually a good girl, and you want to know my story? Well, it's not too long anyway, and I have enough time, so let's talk about it. ”

Irel sat in her chair with her tail flicking, and she glanced at Moyana, a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes:

"But in exchange, you also have to tell me your story."

Moyana hesitated, she looked at Irel in front of her, this strange draenei death knight was the most perfect necromancer she had imagined, with her own intelligence, complete sanity, and complete emotions, if her husband could be resurrected like this... That's... It's perfect.

It was night, in the rooftop palace at the highest point of the Dark Temple.

Moyana's lonely figure appeared in front of Tyrion's eyes, and the King of the Blades, sitting on the throne, looked at her calmly, and the druid took a deep breath, she raised her head, and said to Tyrion:

"I don't have any doubts anymore."

"I don't hesitate anymore."

"I have seen the most perfect "resurrection" in my imagination and I personally confirm it... Right now, Tyrion. Your Majesty the Dawn Blade, I represent my father, Vandal. Deer Helm, I beg you to help us resurrect our lost loved ones... My husband, the father of my children, the son of my father... Wastann, the love of my life. ”

The high-ranking druid half-knelt on the ground, she bowed her head, and said sincerely:

"For this, I am willing to give everything I have, and I am willing to surrender my loyalty to the dark blade."