Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

"Uh~"

Andrea, who was in the form of a soul, was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that Elune had already seen what was in his heart.

"Okay, don't be so nervous, I don't know everything, and I don't have the time to monitor you all day."

Elune lightly smiled and persuaded, "I told you before, too strong psychological fluctuations will be perceived by me naturally."

"Ever since you started calling me, you've always had obvious doubts. Even if I don't want to read it, these emotions will be mixed with some memories and sent to me."

Andrea was silent for a while, and asked in a somewhat difficult tone, "So, is my guess correct? You are really..."

"Hehe~"

Elune gave a playful smirk, "Guess?"

Andrea immediately rolled his dead fish eyes, ‘Can you guess or not? Is Pi happy now? '

"Okay, no kidding."

Elune's voice became serious, "It's not good for you to know too much now, I can only tell you that I have always stood by Azeroth's side, don't worry that I will pose a threat to this world."

Since Elune didn't want to answer directly, it was inconvenient for Andrea, as a follower, to continue to ask. At least the Moon Goddess clearly expressed her goodwill stance towards Azeroth.

Andrea shifted the topic to another direction with interest, "Dear Elune, do you have any opinions on my disagreement with Tyrande and the newly founded Shadow of the Dark Moon Sect?"

"Heh~ I don't have any opinion, it's just children arguing."

Elune said with a smile, "Tyrande often complains to me about you in her prayers, but I have never responded to her selfish prayers."

"As for the shadow of the dark moon you created, it is indeed the correct interpretation of the dark side of my moon. Don't be disturbed by it. You are doing the right thing."

'As expected...'

Andrea hooked the corners of her lips contemptuously, "Is this a quarrel between two children, and the one who loses the quarrel goes to sue the parents?" How childish...'

"At least judging from the current situation, the conflict between you has not risen to the point of being difficult to reconcile. At best, it is just a difference in life philosophy and personality."

"Tyrande is indeed a bit childish in this regard. You don't need to be too serious with her, just carry forward the gentlemanly demeanor advocated by the high elves, and take a step back."

Andrea didn't have any objection to this, he really didn't intend to fight Tyrande to the death.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have left to establish Moonlight Town back then, but had directly seized power from Tyrande.

"Dear Elune, do you have any instructions to tell me about the upcoming Satyr battle?"

Elune said with a half-smile, "Haven't you already made a lot of preparations for this? I have nothing to instruct you, you have done very well."

"The only thing I can remind you is...don't put all your attention on Sartre, and pay attention to the threats from around you."

'Beside? '

Andrea frowned suspiciously, but seeing Elune's attitude, she didn't intend to explain her prompt in detail.

"Okay, one last question."

Andrea shrugged and asked Elune, "About the appearance of your statue, do you need a special order?"

"Ok……"

Elune, who has always been confident, seemed a little hesitant when talking about this issue.

After pondering for a while, Elune, who has always existed in the form of a big ball of light, manifested a face in the void, and deeply imprinted it into the depths of Andrea's soul.

It was a beautiful face of a night elf, with a bit of charm mixed with holiness. Both in temperament and appearance, it was on par with the Queen Azshara that Andrea had seen before, and each had its own merits.

"Just use this image. It's not a long-term solution for priests to carve blurry faces. It's just that no one has asked about it before. This image will become a symbol of my appearance in the material world."

Andrea bowed respectfully, "I would like to follow God's orders, and I will urge the craftsmen to carve according to your requirements as soon as possible."

"Well, let's stop today's exchange for now. Tyrande has started calling me again. I'll go see if that girl has any interesting complaints."

Before Andrea could react, Elune disappeared from the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, and Andrea also released the state of deep meditation.

"...How boring that guy is, I have to pray for Elune to know about the bigger things."

Andrea shook her head with a broken smile, "Eluen is quite free too, thanks to her willingness to listen to Tyrande's thoughts."

‘However, isn’t Elune deliberately adopting a beauty that is no less beautiful than Azshara to show off to the world, isn’t it really out of compulsion? '

...

"That... Lord Andrea."

After receiving the very detailed sketch of Elune's face from Andrea, the head craftsman in charge of carving hesitated.

"Is this really good? In the statues requested by the Elune Sisters, there was never a specific description of the appearance of the Moon God. I am afraid that random sculptures will cause Elune's dissatisfaction."

Andrea confidently patted the shoulder of the craftsman leader, "Don't worry, this is the standard appearance given by her after I asked Elune for instructions."

"Eluen also issued an oracle, and all statues about her will be carved in this way."

"Uh... well, you are the one favored by the gods, so you have the final say."

Seeing that Andrea confidently gave a guarantee, the craftsman leader finally agreed to start construction.

At this moment, Leticia suddenly ran here from afar, screaming something.

"Andrea! Someone is looking for you, from Eresalas."

"Ere Salas?"

Andrea transforms into flying form and descends to the ground from the stand at the statue's neck.

"Is it Master Modant?"

Leticia shook her head, "No, it's a woman wearing a hood. She said she came to seek refuge with you."

"The hood... Prism?"

Although Andrea was a little puzzled, he still quickened his pace and led Leticia towards the Lord's Palace.

...

"Are you sure you want to leave your hometown and join Moonlight Town?"

In the living room of the Lord's Palace, Andrea looked seriously at the depressed woman in the hood opposite her.

"Yes, I have decided."

"Ok……"

Andrea frowned and rubbed her chin, "If it's convenient, can you tell me what happened? Your status in Syndra shouldn't be low, right?"

Priscilla was silent for a long time before slowly uttering a sentence, "Although I think I attacked Prince Torsedrin out of loyalty and loyalty."

"However, my act of killing the prince with my own hands has not been recognized by the majority of people in El Salas. The people have always had doubts about me, and their attitude has become more and more alienated."

'So that's it, the cold violence caused by ignorance? '

Andrea, who had personally experienced the mutation of Elesalas, had no doubts about Prism's motives. The lady thief hesitated for a while before making the move. It was time to finally make up my mind to make a move.

"Well, as long as you don't mind leaving your hometown, as the lord of Moonlight Town, I welcome anyone who is capable to join."

Andrea stood up and stretched out her right hand to Prism, "In this town where a large number of immigrants gather, I promise you will not be rejected by the people."

"If you don't have a job you want to do for the time being, I, as the lord, invite you to become a thief trainer in Moonlight Town."

Prism was obviously relieved, she stood up and held Andrea's outstretched hand and solemnly replied, "Thank you for your understanding, I accept your invitation."