Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

It has been more than a thousand years since Andrea visited Quel'Thalas last time. Anasteria, who had worked so hard to govern at the beginning, lost her enterprising spirit in her old age, and the atmosphere of the entire High Elf kingdom seemed a little dull.

Using spiritual suggestion spells to eliminate his sense of existence, when Andrea was sent to Silvermoon City by the mages, no elves noticed his whereabouts.

Strolling slowly in Silvermoon City, which has a very luxurious architectural style, Andrea admired the living standards of the high elves.

Although in some details they are not as good as the Night Republic, which has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, they are indeed, as Dath'Remar said at the beginning, recreating the style of the Dark Night Empire in ancient times to a certain extent.

Automatic arcane brooms powered by the energy of the sunwell can be seen everywhere on the streets, and the residents of the city can often write down deliberately beautified Kaldorei characters without even using their hands to control the arcane pen with their minds.

Oh, right.

In order to distinguish it from the Kaldorei relatives across the sea, the Quel'dorei dialectized their language and renamed it Thalas.

The dire situation in the southern part of the mainland did not affect Silvermoon City, and the drunken high elves still lived the slow-paced life they were used to.

The aristocrats held almost year-round banquets day after day, men and women rolled together quickly under the catalysis of alcohol, and Andrea, who was suspended above the manor, shook his head at the rotten aristocratic naked meeting.

With the appearance of the high elves, the wrestling and wrestling of both men and women would not be eye-catching, but their confused attitude towards life made Andrea unable to find the slightest bit of aggressiveness from these nobles.

Anasteria has spent more than 2,000 years trying to correct the living habits of the tribesmen, but it seems that due to his too moderate ruling methods, there has been little effect for more than 2,000 years.

Even Anasterian gave up struggling in his later years and simply let it go, as long as it didn't affect the dominance of the Sunstrider royal family.

With Celes, the super princess who comes to Quel'Thalas from time to time to make a sense of her presence, the status of the Silvermoon Council in Quel'Thalas is much lower than that of the same period in history.

At least these councilors representing the great nobles did not dare to unite to curb the royal power. Some people still remember the feeling of being slapped in the face by the eldest princess.

Pain in the face is just one of them, and the thing they dread the most is losing face.

After Anasteria gave up tossing, the nobles simply lay down and stopped struggling, as long as the royal power did not threaten their family interests.

Andrea was very displeased with the deep twilight of the whole city. The high elves with a limited lifespan actually had a more negative attitude towards life than the immortal night elves.

After leaving Silvermoon City, the arcane atmosphere in the air faded a bit, and the Yongsong Forest covered by a large number of golden plants was picturesque. Walking in the beautiful forest made Andrea's mood recover a lot.

After resigning from public office, Seres often visited Quel'Thalas with nothing to do.

After Anasteria gradually became salty fish, the one who had the most contact with Celes was the young Windrunner girl-Li Reza.

The ignorant girl back then has grown up and married and had children...a daughter.

The heroic mother, Li Reza, had four children in her life, three daughters and one son. The three daughters grew up one after another, but the youngest son, Li Lassa, is still underage.

Due to the great achievements of their ancestor Thanalas, the Windrunner family was named hereditary duke by the second Sun King Danas.

Taranas was very aggressive, and he took the initiative to apply for enfeoffing his territory to the Amani Forest, close to the front line of Zul'Aman, the capital of the forest trolls.

The large area near the sea in the west of the Amani Forest is the territory of the Windrunners, which is much larger than the narrow territory of the nobles in the Eversong Forest.

But the nobles whose fiefs are close to Silvermoon City have always looked down on the Windrunner family, thinking that they do not have the slightest aristocratic demeanor. They huddle in the forest and play mud with trolls all day long. In the eyes of most mage nobles, it is an insult to the name of the Duke. .

Duke of Mudlegs, this is how the mages of Silvermoon City view the Windrunner family. They are even ashamed to call Windrunner a duke.

The family training of the Windrunners is very strict, and they have no complaints about guarding the frontier for Quel'Thalas from generation to generation.

And the rangers trained by the Windrunner family also look down on those nobles who only know to live a corrupt life in Silvermoon City, and the two sides have the most fundamental difference in three views.

Nearly 3,000 years have passed since the end of the troll war. The Amani trolls were devastated after that war. They were oppressed by the high elves in the Amani forest. They could only hold a circle of territory near Zul'Aman, unable to expand outward.

When Andrea arrived at Fengxing Village, he was refreshed by the completely different appearance from Silvermoon City.

Although the high elves who came and went couldn't compare with the residents of Silvermoon City in terms of clothing quality, their energy was not comparable to that group of capital elves who only knew how to enjoy themselves.

Although it is called a village, it is only because the population of high elves is insufficient, and the standard of living here is definitely far beyond the scope of a village.

Clear and loud shouts came from the ranger barracks outside the village, and the muffled sound of bowstrings being pulled in unison could be clearly heard hundreds of meters away.

"stop!"

A heroic silver-haired female ranger stopped Andrea's footsteps, and pointed the longbow at him with a vigilant expression.

"Who are you? It is forbidden to approach the ranger barracks without permission."

Since the night elves have maintained trade relations with the high elves all the year round, seeing the night elves in the high elves' collar did not surprise this exquisite female ranger.

But she didn't relax her vigilance against this seemingly harmless night elf. The military camp has never allowed any unrelated people to approach.

As early as when he left Silvermoon City, Andrea dissipated the spiritual cues from his body. Most of the high elf caravans he met along the way would greet him politely. Only some mages with their noses up in the sky selectively ignored them. he.

Even in Quel'Thalas, where handsome men and beautiful women are everywhere, this delicate female ranger can be considered outstanding in appearance, and Andrea is a little curious about her identity.

'Could it be...'

Temporarily suppressing the speculation in his heart, Andrea said with a friendly smile, "I'm from Anarchis, and I'm here to catch up with old friends I haven't seen for many years. Please pass it on."

"Old friend?"

The female ranger's long ears twitched. Seeing that Andrea was harmless, she relaxed her vigilance a little.

"What's the name of your old friend, is it a ranger?"

"Yes."

Andrea deliberately observed the female ranger's expression and said with a smile, "Her name is Li Reza Windrunner. It has been... more than 1,000 years since I last met her."

"……ha?"

The female ranger had an unexpected and confused expression on her face, "You're not kidding me, are you? Are you looking for my mother? More than 1,000 years..."

After looking up and down at Andrea's appearance and temperament, the female ranger curled her lips and complained, "That's right, who made the night elves an immortal race?"

Putting down the bow and arrow in her hand, the female ranger still had a trace of suspicion in her eyes.

"I am Vereesa, Li Reza's third daughter. What's your name? Ask me clearly so I can pass it on to my mother."

"No problem." Andrea looked at Vereesa meaningfully and smiled, "Just say Andrea is visiting, I believe she will understand."

"All right."

Vereesa wrinkled her little nose, "Wait, I'll report right away, Lor'themar, are you there?"

"exist."

Andrea was startled by the sudden voice from Vereesa's side, he didn't realize when this guy appeared.

"Look at him, I'll go find my mother."

The public face Lor'themar looked at Andrea and nodded silently.

The corner of Andrea's mouth twitched, "Uh, it's Ah Qiang, no wonder the sense of existence is so thin." '