A small mountain was quickly piled up in front of the entire altar, and every item exuded shuddering dark energy. The temperature in the temple seemed to drop sharply, and even the moonlight barrier began to tremble slightly.
The priest's fingertips were trembling slightly, and her voice was almost squeezed out from between her teeth. "What on earth have you done?"
Chromie put her hands on her hips and said triumphantly, "We ambushed Deathwing and blew him to pieces!" Her little face was filled with pride, as if she was showing off an interesting prank.
Moon Goddess The priest did not dare to delay. She walked quickly to the altar and took out a Silver Horn inlaid with Moonstone. When she blew the horn, there was no sound, but Deren could feel a strange magic wave spreading.
"Master Tyrande, Theramore Temple of the Moon has an emergency. No, it's not Scourge, nor Burning Legion, it's the wreckage of Deathwing!" The priest's voice trembled slightly with excitement.
The other end of the communication was silent for a few seconds, and then the voice of Tyrande came, with incredible tension. "Are you sure you are sane?"
"It's absolutely true!" the priest replied eagerly, "They brought Source Armor, the dragon's tail, and" her eyes scanned the pile of gruesome remains, "More parts."
After a moment, a dazzling silver light flashed, and the figure of Tyrande appeared in the center of the temple. The leader of Night Elf was wearing a silver-white battle armor and a cloak embroidered with moon patterns. As soon as she stepped out of Portal, she was shocked by the mountains of Dragon Race wreckage in front of her and took a step back. Her purple eyes widened and her lips were slightly parted.
"Moon Goddess is on top." She murmured, her voice full of shock.
Tyrande quickly regained her composure. She turned to Deren and solemnly performed an ancient etiquette - this is Night Elf's etiquette for important allies. "Please explain in detail what is going on?" Her voice returned to its usual calmness, but Deren noticed that her fingertips were still trembling slightly.
Deren spread his hands and showed an innocent smile, "We ambushed Deathwing and blew him up. Now we want to use these "souvenirs" to exchange some favors with Elune." His tone was as relaxed as if he was discussing an ordinary transaction.
Tyrande took a deep breath, looked around, and her eyes stayed on the pile of wreckage for a moment. When she spoke again, her voice was cautious. "I need to communicate with Moon Goddess."
Tyrande did not dare to make her own decision. She signaled the priests to step back, and she knelt in front of the Elune statue, folded her hands on her chest, and began to pray in a low voice. Her voice was soft and pious, like the night wind blowing through the treetops.
As the prayers continued, the bright moonlight poured down from the top of the statue, covering all the sacrifices like flowing water. The remains gradually melted in the moonlight, turning into little stars rising up like countless fireflies flying in the sky, and finally being completely absorbed by the moonlight. The entire temple was bathed in the sacred light, and even the air became fresh.
Tyrande opened her eyes, the moonlight reflected in her pupils, and her voice was ethereal and distant. "Elune appreciates the act of injuring Deathwing. You can make a request."
Deren's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to say, "Then give me a dozen artifacts to play with?"
The moonlight suddenly dimmed, and the corners of Tyrande's mouth twitched. "Elune said, no." There was a hint of helplessness in her voice.
"Tsk, stingy." Deren scratched his head, showing a disappointed expression, "What about eternal life? Give three to five places?"
The moonlight fluctuated again, Tyrande shook his head, his green hair shining in the moonlight. "The price of eternal life is too high, and the sacrifice is not enough."
Deren became anxious, with his hands on his hips, like a bargaining businessman. "This won't work, and that won't work! Then I have a human teacher who is old and is about to die. Can I restore her youth and add another hundred or two hundred years to her life? Isn't that okay?"
When Jaina heard this, he felt excited and understood what Deren was going to do. He couldn't help but reached out and took his left hand, holding it tightly to his chest. He excitedly waited for Tyrande's reply.
Moonlight was silent for a moment, then Tyrande nodded. "Okay."
Deren: "Well, something is better than nothing. You won't regret it, right?"
Tyrande probably guessed that these outsiders were not familiar with Elune and thought that Elune was as cunning and fickle as ordinary people. So he immediately said firmly, "Don't worry, Elune will do what he says." The moonlight also swayed in agreement.
Deren turned to look at Jaina and said loudly, "You, go and bring the teacher over. I'm afraid that after a long time, he won't recognize me."
Tyrande frowned, feeling that this man was unreasonable.
Jaina immediately let go of Deren's hand and immediately cast Teleportation Spell. The blue Arcane Energy flowed on her fingertips. After a moment, the space was torn apart, and Jaina disappeared and then reappeared. Aegwynn was brought to the temple by her. The old guardian was still in a dazed state. She squinted her dim eyes and looked around, holding a quill in her hand. "Jaina, where are you taking me? I haven't finished copying my notes." Her voice was hoarse and old.
Deren grinned like a child who succeeded in a prank. "Teacher, let me charge you and renew it!"
Obviously Elune recognized Aegwynn. The moonlight flashed hesitantly, as if he was weighing something.
Tyrande frowned even more tightly, "This, this is not--" High Priestess is not a fool. It is impossible to say that he doesn't know Former Guardian.
Deren asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Didn't you say there was no problem just now? But now you are hesitant. Isn't it because you want to go back on your word?"
"Shut up!" Tyrande shouted angrily, a trace of anger flashed in her eyes, "Don't make any assumptions Elune. Divine Grace will start right away!"
As her voice fell, Elune's moonlight suddenly fell, completely wrapping Aegwynn. In everyone's shocked eyes, a miracle happened - her white hair gradually turned into bright silver, and her wrinkles unfolded., the rickety back straightened again. When the light dissipated, standing in front of everyone was a woman who looked to be no more than thirty years old. Her eyes shone with wisdom, and her skin was as smooth as a girl. Only her calm temperament could make people recognize her as the former guardian.
Tyrande said softly, "Elune's grace has been fulfilled."
The young and beautiful Aegwynn looked at her white and tender hands excitedly and touched her face. Two lines of tears couldn't help but flow down. "What's wrong, Jaina?" Her voice was no longer hoarse, but as sweet as a clear spring.
"Teacher, this is the grace that Deren asked for from Elune. It restores your youth and extends your life span. Do you like this gift?" Jaina rushed forward and hugged the teacher who was like a sister. She was very excited for a moment. There were tears in her eyes. Yesterday, she was worried that the teacher's life was slowly passing away, but today she witnessed such a miracle.
Aegwynn turned to Deren, her eyes flashed with complicated light. "Boy, you always surprise me."
Deren just shrugged and showed a sly smile, "I just think Jaina is working too hard. She has to manage the city while also seizing the time to study. I finally thought of this method. Now she doesn't have to work too hard, and you can help her in many ways. Well, the help of a big sister."
Then he turned to Tyrande and said, "I hope High Priestess can keep today's matter a secret for us. After all, whether it is injuring Deathwing or the former guardian regaining his youth, if word spreads, it will cause unnecessary trouble."
Night Elf High Priestess nodded. "Don't worry, I will keep everyone here secret. Elune also doesn't want to make this matter public."
On the other side, Jaina very consciously created a piece of Water Mirror for the teacher, restoring the guardian of youth, and kept admiring his renewed youthful vitality. Tears of excitement flowed down his cheeks.
Chromie, who had been standing nearby watching the show, stared at everything that was happening, and suddenly showed an expectant expression: Deren, wait a minute, how do you introduce Aegwynn, the old lady turned into a beautiful woman, to Onyxia? That Black Dragon is so jealous that Azeroth ranks first.
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