Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Three years have passed, and Shandris, who has experienced the great scene of the War of the Ancients, is no longer the ignorant girl she was back then.

As an apprentice Tyrande accepted when he was poor, Shandris gradually became the most trusted confidant of the high priest, and has been entrusted with important tasks many times in recent years.

Since most of the battle priests under Maiev are not interested in him, Tyrande intends to form an elite army with the moon priest as the frame and completely obey his orders.

After the food problem was solved, Malfurion and the druids became more and more addicted to the Emerald Dream in recent years. The management of the real world by the druid sect became more and more lax, and the power in the clan gradually concentrated in Tyrande alone. hands.

Because of Ysera's blessing to Nordrassil, the Green Dragon Queen and Dream Guardian, the night elf druids have no hindrance in entering the Emerald Dream. The vast natural scenery in the dream made the druids linger and gradually indulge in it.

Because of her adopted son Cenarius, Ysera has an innate affinity for druids, the sect founded by Cenarius, and she is happy to see druids help her maintain the stability of the Emerald Dream.

After three years of tempering, Tyrande, who is in power alone, is no longer the young high priest who just took over.

In the past few years, she has gradually excluded priests who disagreed with her from the core layer of theocracy, and vigorously promoted priests with similar political views to her.

She changed the views of the deceased former High Priest Dijana, allowing theocracy to gradually integrate with the government, and unscrupulously expanding her influence and authority.

After completely holding the power in her hands, Tyrande was still not satisfied, she began to extend her hand to the military power, a field that she could not step into anyway when Jarod was still there.

Andrea didn't express any opinion on Tyrande's military administration. If she has the ability to lead the tribe to a stable development path, temporary dictatorship is not completely unacceptable.

At least from the development of the past three years, although Tyrande has a strong desire for power, even comparable to Queen Azshara, she has no serious mistakes in the overall situation, and some minor problems in details have been ignored by Andri Ya invisibly corrected it.

However, it was precisely because of her close contact with Tyrande for a long time that Andrea saw her shortcomings clearly.

Stubborn, self-willed, and emotional, although in just a few years, the new political system of the night elves has not had any major problems, but the class contradictions buried deep in society still exist, and Tyrande does not seem to take this issue seriously.

Maybe it was because of the crimes of the Highborne inducing demons, or maybe it was because she had some bad memories of the Highborne in her childhood.

When Tyrande faced conflicts between commoners and nobles, she always subconsciously favored commoners.

Now there are no privileges, only the high elves who left a lot of property dare not speak out about this, and anyone who dares to openly resist the authority of Tyrande is banished from Anarsis far away.

Andrea.

The voice of the call brought Andrea, who had been thinking wildly all the way, back to her senses. Shandris, who had changed into a military uniform, was waving to him in a city garden.

After trotting a few steps to Shandris, who was wearing casual clothes, Andrea smiled apologetically, Sorry, I'm late.

It's okay, I know you've been busy recently.

Shandris took Andrea's hand naturally, and a gentle smile appeared on her pretty face, which had been washed away with war marks in peacetime.

It's a rare day off, don't frown all the time.

Frown? No?

It doesn't look like it from the outside, but I can feel that you are not in a good mood. Is there anything bothering you?

There was no dramatic romantic incident between Andrea and Shandris. The relationship between the two developed naturally, and they came to this point naturally.

Three years of getting along has allowed Shandris to gradually accept the new Andrea. Compared with the introverted and autistic childhood sweetheart before, the mature and stable time traveler who can stand up and take responsibility at critical moments is more in line with Shandris' view of mate selection.

Andrea couldn't tell whether her feelings for Shandris were driven by the remnants of her previous life, or whether she was simply attracted by this gentle and strong girl herself.

However, he is not a mental cleanser, and he is not overly entangled in this unanswerable question.

... Shandris?

The familiar voice made the corners of Andrea's eyebrows twitch. Seeing his unwilling expression, Shandris smiled silently.

Turning her head to look, it was indeed Tyrande who was riding a snow-white nightsaber and leading a few priests on a tour. She looked at the arms of the two with a complicated expression.

Shandris didn't care about Tyrande's attention, and nodded slightly to her, Mentor, you have worked hard.

Andrea knew that Tyrande didn't like him, not only because of instinctive repulsion, but also because he had often raised objections to Tyrande's decisions over the years.

High Priest Yufeng, it's private time now, if you have nothing important to say, we'll leave first.

Um... oh, okay.

Tyrande, who was in a daze, came back to his senses, waved his hands calmly and said, You go, Shandris, remember to come to me tomorrow evening, I have a long-term important task for you.

Yes, let's take our leave first.

Andrea could feel the sight behind them follow them away until they turned a corner and disappeared completely.

Shandris stretched out his finger and poked Andrea's forehead amusedly, What's going on between you and your mentor, why do you always look like you don't like each other?

Andrea didn't answer directly, but shrugged jokingly and said, Who knows?

...

To the south of Anarchis is a large cemetery with a large number of steles. Most of the night elves who died in the War of the Ancients have tombstones here.

Andrea and Shandris stood silently in front of one of the gray marble steles in the cemetery, engraved with the names of more than a dozen deceased members of the Moon Shadow family, next door was the tombstone of the Feather Moon family.

After a long time, Shandris let out a long sigh.

It's a pity that it's just a tomb of clothes. I don't know when I can return to Valsharah to really sweep the tomb.

There's always a chance.

Andrea summoned a breeze with druid spells, and slowly wiped the dust off the tombstone.

After cleaning the tombstone of the Feather Moon family, Andrea hesitated silently for a while, and finally said tentatively, Santis, I'm leaving.

Walk?

Shandris was taken aback when he heard the words, and then a relieved look appeared on his face.

I thought you were going to keep it a secret from me.

Andrea turned her head to look at Shandris in surprise, How did you know I would leave?

Shandris shook her head with her hands behind her back, looked at the bright starry sky and smiled playfully, I didn't know you would leave, but I know you have something on your mind, and it has been on your mind since three years ago.

yes……

Andrea imitated Shandris and looked up at the starry sky. The full moon hanging in the sky cast soft moonlight in the cemetery.

Shandris looked at Andrea and tilted his head, Looking at you, you probably don't intend to take me away, do you?

Ok……

Andrea scratched her head in embarrassment, Not to mention your relationship with Tyrande, I also need someone to tell me what stupid things Tyrande is going to do at any time, so that I can prepare for it in advance.

I see.

Shandris rested her head on Andrea's shoulder, and asked in a dull voice, When will we meet next time? At least give me an approximate time.

Andrea shook her head bitterly, I don't know, it may be a few years later, it may be decades later, or even hundreds of years later, but...

Holding up Shandris' drooping head, two lines of tears were flowing down her cheeks, and Andrea felt distressed for those hazy eyes covered by mist.

Wiping away the tears on Shandris' face with his rough fingers, he kissed her moist red lips like a dragonfly.

I promise you that.

With the left hand tied with the pendant, he hammered his heart heavily, and Andrea said firmly, Our miss will not be separated, and my heart will always be with you.

Shandris also took out a set of pendants from her chest and pressed them heavily on her heart, with a bright smile on her face that was still full of tears.

Me too, Elune witnesses, our hearts are forever connected.