"This can't be done, this can't be done!"
Rhonin stared longingly at the delicious food on the table, trying his best to stop the drool from flowing down his face.
Naked temptation, it's simply devilish.
Rhonin tried his best not to look at the delicious food, and he shook Malfurion's massive bear body vigorously. "Wake up, wake up, stop eating!"
The Juxiong raised its head and angrily swung its paw down. Luckily, Rhonin dodged in time, or he would have been smashed into mincemeat.
What should I do?
Seeing Malfurion bury his head in his food again, Rhonin lost his composure. The dishes on the table were quickly replaced, and new delicacies were served. The smells were so tempting!
A unique aroma wafted over, and Rhonin gradually succumbed, finally resigning himself to his fate and reaching out towards the delicious food.
Rhonin didn't know how long he sat at the table, or how many delicious dishes he ate.
He was conscious and clear-headed; it's just that people can't resist the temptation of delicious food. This is a lifestyle choice, just like some people who want to be gourmets.
That's it. With endless delicious food and a variety of recipes, Rhonin felt that this kind of life was pretty good.
When Prince Farondis arrived in Suramar City, he found Malfurion and Rhonin feasting.
Prince Farondis was experienced in this situation and knew how to handle it.
A spell enveloped him, and Rhonin felt the food in his mouth lose its flavor, becoming like chewing wax.
Looking at those delicacies, although they were exquisite and tempting, they had lost their aroma.
Rhonin finally snapped out of his fascination with the delicious food, sighing with regret for the meal he had missed.
Malfurion, now a bear, stood there stunned for a long time, then sat on the ground, burying his face in his hands and weeping bitterly. In desperation, he transformed back into human form.
"Are you Illidan's brother, Malfurion Stormrage?" Prince Farondis asked uncertainly. Malfurion's appearance was different from Illidan's; he looked much older and had almost no magic power within him.
"I am!" Malfurion roared, his eyes wide. "Illidan is a traitor! He betrayed the great Elune! He is a treacherous and wicked villain!"
Prince Farondis stood there stunned for a long time. As Highborne of Azshara, the Prince held a skeptical attitude towards the worship of the Moon Goddess. Like all Highborne, Farondis trusted his own judgment.
"Illidan is not that kind of person. I think you must have misunderstood something."
Seeing Malfurion's face flushed red, as if he wanted to continue arguing, Farondis quickly waved his hand. Always remembering his purpose, he first introduced himself:
"I am Prince Farondis of Nar'thalas City. It is a pleasure to meet you, esteemed messenger."
Malfurion grunted a few times, clearly annoyed that Farondis had interrupted him, and muttered, "Illidan is the Betrayer, there's no mistake, absolutely no mistake."
Farondis didn't want to argue about it, and asked tactfully:
"Malfurion, the special envoy of the Temple of the Moon, what are your thoughts on the Old Gods N'Zoth?"
Farondis got straight to the point, but to his surprise, Rhonin, who was unprepared, changed his expression. Rhonin had heard a little about the ancient events and remembered that Prince Farondis had betrayed Queen Azshara.
Malfurion couldn't fathom the Prince's purpose, and simply said bitterly, "Elune, believes that all the Old Gods are Evil and should be completely destroyed."
"Very good."
Although the two disagreed on Illidan's views, they maintained the same tone on the issue of the Old Gods, which made Farondis feel gratified.
"Honorable Malfurion, oh, and this human, may we speak further?"
Malfurion stubbornly shook his head and said, "I have an important mission and must see High Archmage Elisande to seek cooperation."
Farondis shrugged, shook his head, and said with utter disdain:
"Elisande and her Night Elves are indulging in pleasure. Look at these delicacies, all invented by the people of Suramar. You could eat them for a hundred years and never have the same thing twice. No matter what your purpose is, she will not cooperate with you unless you can come up with a better way to enjoy yourself. Give up. Even Queen Azshara couldn't do that."
Rhonin thought of a question and quickly asked, "Why don't I feel full after eating so much food?"
Farondis glanced at Rhonin and explained:
"These foods are magical creations; they automatically revert to magic in your stomach and keep your taste buds perpetually Vitality. They're tricks invented to enhance your enjoyment of food. Of course, this magic has a significant transformative effect on your body. Don't you feel your magic power increasing?"
Rhonin tried it out and found that his magic power had indeed increased significantly, and his physique had become much stronger.
"Malfurion," Farondis turned to him and said sincerely, "Whatever your purpose in coming to Suramar City, we can talk. Perhaps I can offer you assistance."
Malfurion gazed at the young face of the Night Elf Prince. Perhaps this was an opportunity. He didn't know how to persuade the Prince, so he could only silently pray to Elune.
The Magic City of Azshara.
Having nothing better to do, Robbie went to visit Xavius and found him fiddling with a long list containing the names of many Highborne.
"Xavius? What are you doing?"
Upon seeing Robbie, Xavius excitedly introduced him:
"Robbie, I've discovered that many Highborne are suspicious of the Queen and are making underhanded moves behind her back. I've compiled a list and am using magic to monitor them, to see if there are any statements or conspiracies detrimental to the Queen."
Robbie frowned upon hearing this. The Well of Eternity provides magic to all Night Elves through a magical network that covers the entire Azeroth, and of course, this network can also be used to monitor all Night Elves.
Now Xavius is considered a favorite of the Queen, and he has that power.
"Xavius, do you know the consequences of doing this?" Robbie asked earnestly.
"Consequences?" Xavius asked, puzzled. He scratched his head and said, "I did this entirely for the Queen, for the prosperity of the Night Elf race."
Robbie shook his head and earnestly instructed:
"Xavius, Night Elves urgently need now is creativity, diverse and rich thinking, to create more and more powerful magic, and to explore the mysteries of magic. What you are doing is essentially a constraint. Constraints, in any form, will limit thinking and hinder the development of magic, which is detrimental to the Night Elves in the long run."
After hearing this, Xavius sat down on the ground helplessly, sighed, and said, "How come your statement is exactly the same as Her Majesty the Queen's? It seems I really was wrong. Fine, I give up."
After a long sigh, Xavius pulled Robbie aside and said mysteriously, "I've stumbled upon a secret: Prince Farondis went to Suramar City, Malfurion is also in Suramar City."
Prince Farondis?
Isn't this the poor Prince who betrayed the Queen and was later punished by her?
Xavius lowered his head and whispered, "Robbie, you're not Night Elf race. I think it's best for you to investigate secretly. I have a feeling they're plotting something. By the way, I must remind you, the Highborne have told me that Suramar City. I must first teach you how to resist temptation."