Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1791 17. Hello little priest, I want to seek blessings

   "The extravagant banquet has been held for two days. Even believers who would come to the temple on time to pray in the past were attracted by the extravagant scene. It's empty here, which is really unaccustomed to."

On the edge of the city of Suramar, outside the ancient Temple of the Moon, the apprentice priest Tyrande Windspeaker had just finished a prayer with his companions. A short apprentice priest whispered to his sisters. on.

   They stood on the grass outside the Temple of the Moon God, under the sculpture of the Moon God holding the cup, talking while cleaning the moon well according to the tradition.

  The short young girl looked out at the city port from here, and there were clear music sounds outside the lively scenery, but these extravagant sounds were not liked by the clergy.

   "We should probably protest to upper management."

  The short elf girl said to the sisters beside her:

   "They should at least notify the Moon Temple in advance before holding such a large-scale celebration. I know that people in this city prefer the power of magic, but belief is still an important part of our elf civilization."

"It's useless."

   Another elf priest with braids bent down to wipe the edge of the moonwell sighed and said:

   "Suramar is helpless, just like Sin Azali.

  People worship the Queen, and the Queen loves arcane magic. After thousands of years of development, the power of magic combined with the brilliance of the Well of Eternity has become the backbone of the empire. The belief in the moon **** has been declining.

   Haven't you heard?

   Xin Azali's Moon Temple has long been deserted, and sincere believers can hardly maintain their pure faith in a city full of arcane magic.

  The situation in Suramar is also very bad, but at least we can keep it going.

  Lord Ravencrest and Lady Elisander did not suppress the faith of the moon **** like the nobles of the capital, which is already very precious Tyrande, why don't you speak up? "

   The elf girl looked at her silent companion, she smiled and said:

   "You always see these things very well, maybe we need advice from you."

   "Didn't we all say it last time?"

   Tyrande Windspeaker, who was asked his name, smiled helplessly.

  This young girl wearing a white sacrificial robe is like a little white flower swaying in the moonlight, always making everyone who sees it feel kindness and peace from the bottom of her heart.

   Although she joined the Moon God Temple for a short time, because of her deep understanding of the Moon God’s teachings and her sincerity in her beliefs, she has stood out among these apprentice priests from all over the empire, and even has a faint sign of becoming the leader of their small group.

   In the face of the sisters' question, Tyrande hesitated for a while. She held the cleaning tool in her hand, sat by the moon well and greeted the sisters to sit next to her. After organizing the language, she said:

"As the high priests told us, sisters, the belief in the moon **** has been declining under the impact of arcane power. The power of magic is squeezing the living space of faith, which makes us feel very pessimistic.

   But it doesn’t have to be. "

   Tyrande shook her head, she pointed to her own skin, then pointed to the bright lights on the other side of the port, and said softly:

   "When the Queen and her nobles called themselves the Highborne, they were no longer of the same race as we are.

   It is not that we deliberately differentiate our own civilization, it is the queens and nobles who are taking the initiative to draw a line with those of us who are unwilling to give up the belief in the moon **** and embrace magic.

   Do you understand what I mean?

   Those compatriots who claim to be high elves are not the companions we should strive for. It may be a good thing that the belief in the moon **** ebbs in the impetuous big city, because our real companions are not here.

   Val'sharah, Mount Hyjal, Ashenvale.

   Those areas untouched by arcane power are Elune's realm. "

   Having said this, Tyrande hesitated, and said:

   "The Highborne chose magic, but the night elves still sleep in the moonlight."

   "But those 'high elves' were night elves before."

   The short apprentice priest shook his head and said:

   "Except that their skin is whiter than ours due to their prolonged exposure to magic, and the moonlight shines on them.

   I don't think arcane is a bad power, but I always feel they shouldn't just abandon our ancient beliefs. "

   "So, we are still here."

  Tyrande smiled and took the hands of the sisters, she said softly:

"The merciful Elune will not give up his people, that's why this weathered moon temple still stands in Suramar, as long as we are still here, this ancient city of the moon will still be there. There is moonlight.

  We will welcome every compatriot who walks into the Temple of the Moon, and preach Elune's kindness to every confused compatriot, and I believe that one day the more arrogant Highborne will understand this.

   Arcane magic can arm their bodies, but only the moonlight of Elune can soothe their minds. "

   "Well said, Tyrande."

   The tall elf girl who asked the question before took Tyrande's hand and said with admiration:

   "No wonder the high priest values ​​you so much, I think you can take us to preach."

   "No, sisters."

  Tyrande also smiled, the beautiful and wise apprentice priest shook his head, she said:

   "These are what I heard from Maiev. She is the wisest and most talented among us. Although she is not good at speaking, she has a firmer heart than us."

   "Maev."

   The short apprentice priest stuck out his tongue and whispered:

   "Miss Maiev always feels so indifferent, I dare not speak to her, and only you can make friends with her, Tyrande."

   "No, Maiev is just not good at dealing with people."

   Tyrande corrected:

   "She's actually a very good person, a sister we can trust, and next time I'll invite her to sit here with us and talk about faith.

  I am sure that some of her points will be refreshing to us.

  Speaking of which, why didn't you see Maiev tonight? I didn't see her when I was praying just now. Where did she go? "

   "Mavie is home."

   The tall elf said softly:

   "It is said that her brother joined Suramar's city defense team some time ago, so she has to go home to celebrate her brother, she may come back in a while."

   "Garrod? That's a very good peer."

   Tyrande smiled, nodded and said:

   "Okay, then let's start praying, sisters, don't be disturbed by those extravagant voices, Suramar is so lively tonight, but maybe there should be a quiet place."

"Well, Tyrande, it's up to you to lead us to pray, every time you call on Elune, the moonlight will be extra bright, we all feel that Lady Elune loves you very much, which makes us feel envy."

   "Then can I treat you to a meal to change your jealousy towards me?"

"This is what you said, Tyrande, I want to drink fruit wine! The best fruit wine from Twilight Winery! Let your good friend Illidan treat you. We all know that he joined the Moon Guard of Black Rook Keep, with a distinguished status and salary Considerable."

   "I don't think Illidan would... uh, okay."

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   "Prayers should start, I'm going to be late."

   On a street not far from the Temple of the Moon God, Maiev Shadowsong, who was wearing the robe of a trainee priest, was walking fast with a copy of the Holy Book of the Moon God.

   The apprentice priest, who was always unsmiling, was a little anxious.

   She didn't want to miss tonight's prayers, mainly because it took some time to send her younger brother back to the headquarters of the Suramar City Guard to report on duty.

   But considering that he and his younger brother depended on each other since childhood and grew up together, when his younger brother finally fulfilled his childhood wish, he really couldn't bear to watch his younger brother leave home alone.

   "May Elune forgive my burnout tonight."

   The young Miss Maiev continued to pray and repent in her heart as she quickened her pace.

But this kind of behavior of praying while walking is not good. It seriously distracts Maiev. Although the banquet in the city tonight attracts many people to attend, there are not many pedestrians on the tidy streets. Wei saw the ancient dome of the Moon Temple, and at the moment of relaxation in her heart, she had already entered a trot state and suddenly saw a dark figure slowly walking out of the alley.

not good!

   This thought flashed through the trainee priest's mind, but it was too late.

   bang.

   She slammed into the rash guy in front of her, the Luna Religion in her hand flew out, and even Miss Maiev lost her balance, tumbling to the ground while screaming.

   This guy is so tough!

   This was the first thought that flashed in the dizzy Maiev. She felt like she was running into a wall, and the impact made the delicate apprentice priest feel pain in her forehead.

   But in the next instant, when Maiev closed her eyes and was about to endure the pain of hitting the ground, a pair of hands firmly embraced the unbalanced her.

  Tonight's dim moonlight suddenly became brighter at this moment, which brightened the dim streets and allowed Maiev to see the face of this guy in front of him.

  What a strange guy.

He has a face that is different from most elves. Compared with the appearance of elves, his face is more lazy. He also has golden hair that falls softly over his shoulders, and a pair of pointed ears that are much shorter than other elves. outside erected.

   This proves his identity.

   He really is an elf and not a mutated troll or something.

   But the most striking thing about this face is the eyes, blue eyes like the sea, and full of a lover's melancholy and tenderness.

  The wind blew in this quiet street, making the other party's blond hair flutter, and making the stunned Maiev react.

   She is now in the posture of a dancer, leaning and being held in the arms by the other party. The posture between the two is very similar to the close-fitting dance of the hero and heroine in those love dramas.

   Miss Maiev, who is young and not good at communicating with others, has ever experienced such a thing?

   Her cheeks suddenly turned red.

   Somewhat at a loss, he struggled to break free from the other party's arms, and the other party seemed to notice this too ambiguous gesture. He stood up very gentlemanly and helped Miss Maiev to stand firm.

   took the initiative to say in elegant Sarasian language:

   "I'm sorry, beautiful lady, I didn't notice it just now, I almost made you fall, and I should apologize for that."

   "No no no, it's my fault, I was thinking about something messy and didn't notice the surroundings, you don't have to apologize."

   Maiev lowered her head and tried to make her red cheeks return to normal, she whispered:

   "It's me who should apologize."

The   crumb pirate did not speak.

  In this quiet street, under the shroud of the moonlight, he looked at the innocent girl with her head bowed in front of him with a very complicated look.

   It's really hard to imagine that such a bad-talking person will become the leader of the watchmen in the elven society in 10,000 years, and will become a ruthless person who will make the evil forces fear the wind.

  Black always knew that Maiev was lonely in the 10,000 years of waiting, and it was definitely not as easy as she said.

But when he really saw Maiev 10,000 years ago, the pirate realized that although he had tried very hard to imagine Maiev's waiting, he still did not really realize that this 10,000-year time had a lot to do with the girl in front of him. How hard it was.

   It's been less than a month since I lost Maiev, and it's already so difficult.

   But Maiev lost himself for ten thousand years

   Ms. Warden's indifference to all things is her means to fight against time, and her thoughts are frozen outside her shell, like a fire burning in a mass of ice

   She never talks about her past, is she afraid of increasing Blake's psychological burden?

   At this moment, an almost uncontrollable urge surged in the heart of the pirate who had already ascended to the gods. He wanted to hold the helpless girl in front of him into his arms and tell his thoughts in detail.

   But in the end, Black suppressed the impulse with a decent gesture. He leaned down and picked up the Luna scripture that had fallen at Maiev's feet, patted the dust on it, and handed it to the apprentice priest in front of him.

   "Thank you, sir."

   Maiev whispered something, she was about to leave, but heard Blake cough and said:

"To be honest, Miss Priest, I am a traveler from afar. I have just arrived in the big city of Suramar, and I am very tired. I wanted to go to those great looking banquets and enjoy the warmth of this bustling city. with inclusion.

   But meeting you may be a revelation given to me by Elune, I saw your sacrificial robe, and I saw the book in your hand, you are a moon **** priest, right? "

  Black looked at Maiev who turned around. He pretended to be tired and said:

   "Can you allow me to enter your Moon Temple and bless me with your own hands or listen to my repentance and pray for me?"

   "Uh, I'm just an apprentice priest, sir."

   Maiev hesitated, she whispered:

   "If you need repentance or blessing, you may need to wait in the Temple of the Moon. My mentor, Lady Diana, has been summoned to the meeting. She may be back tomorrow."

   "No no no, I don't need anyone else."

  Black shook his head stubbornly and said:

   "I'm a um, how do I say it? I'm a person who believes in fate very much, and I believe that all encounters are arranged by fate, including our little 'random encounter' tonight.

   So I feel it must be up to you to bless me or listen to my confession. "

   Seeing that Maiev was still hesitant, the pirate winked and said:

   "And, you did bump into me just now, didn't you? Take this as your apology, okay? I promise, this confession won't take up too much of your time.

   As far as I know, Luna believers pray every night, right?

  I, a traveler from afar who crashed into this fate, can I have the honor to pray with you? "

   (end of this chapter)