Elune

When Zul'ra was delivering his speech just now, he drank another large sip of wine. Although the alcohol content was low, he couldn't help feeling refreshed at this moment. Looking at Tyrande Whisperwind, who was dressed in white in the forest under the moon, he couldn't help but feel a little shaken. Fortunately, the evening breeze made him wake up quickly and blink his eyes.★💔  ♙☮

"What's wrong?" Tyrande Whisperwind looked at Trolls who closed his eyes hard.

"Well, when I was delivering my speech just now, I drank a glass of wine in one breath and now I feel a little dizzy." Zul'ra opened his eyes and was sensible enough not to say anything risqué under the influence of wine.

"..." Tyrande Whisperwind looked at Trolls who opened his eyes, smiled and had wandering eyes. He couldn't understand that he was drunk? Then why did he drink a large glass of wine in one go.

"Uh-huh! In my hometown, you should drink up when you drink. This will show the greatest sincerity. Let's walk and talk! Ms. Tyrande Whisperwind." Zul'ra looked at the puzzled Tyrande Whisperwind and keenly caught her doubts. At the same time, he changed the topic and asked Tyrande Whisperwind to take him for a walk.

"You can just call me Tyrande Whisperwind, Zul'ra Jin, please come with me." Tyrande Whisperwind looked at Trolls who started the topic, and was so obedient that he reached out and led him to Tranquil Grove's pool for a walk and chat.

"Well, you can just call me Zul'ra. Gold is an attachment in Zandalar language." Zul'ra was slightly behind Tyrande Whisperwind, feeling the cool evening breeze in the forest, letting go of his spirit and suppressing the alcohol.

"Well, then we can be considered friends like this!" Tyrande Whisperwind looked at Trolls who was looking straight ahead, and suddenly felt that this guy was very interesting. He was completely different from those stubborn Trolls. He was a peaceful and wise leader.

"Unless you think we are not." Zul'ra glanced at Tyrande Whisperwind out of the corner of his eye and felt a faint fragrance on the tip of his nose, which seemed to be coming from her body.

"Of course not. Oh, by the way, first of all, I want to say thank you, thank you for saving Naisha and the others." Tyrande Whisperwind denied it, and at the same time remembered the fundamental goal of the conversation.

"Speaking of which, how are they doing now?" Zul'ra nodded, and at the same time turned his gaze away to prevent himself from looking at Tyrande Whisperwind, because he felt that his five senses seemed to have become sensitive, and he could smell the fragrance of Tyrande Whisperwind's body, and he couldn't help but glance sideways at Tyrande Whisperwind's face and chest.

"Well, they are very angry now. Sorry, this is our internal matter." Tyrande Whisperwind listened to Zul'ra's words and thought of Naisha and others who were angry with him for failing to stop Maiev after he came back. He couldn't help closing his eyes and sighing.

"I'm the one who should be sorry. Speaking of which, Tyrande Whisperwind, you came to me for more than just talking about these things!" Zul'ra felt keenly that Tyrande Whisperwind didn't just talk to him out of gratitude.

"Well, yes, in addition to thanking you, I also want to ask you for help. Maybe you have noticed from Naisha and the others what happened to our clan after losing Nordrassil." Tyrande Whisperwind felt that his head hurt even more, and he actually wanted to ask Trolls for help.

"Kaldorei has paid a lot for victory. This is what I admire about you. You should want me to relieve Naisha's pain!" Zul'ra raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Yes, we will pay you." Tyrande Whisperwind couldn't help but look at Trolls, and at the same time corrected him, Kaldorei didn't ask for it in vain.

"Uh-huh, those potions are not difficult to make, but some of the ingredients in them are not so willing to accept by you, and I can't guarantee that the potions are effective for all Kaldorei." Zul'ra blinked and raised his gaze slightly, looking at White Lady in the sky, without looking at Tyrande Whisperwind.

"What ingredients? Why can't the medicine that works for Naisha and others work for others?" Tyrande Whisperwind couldn't understand.

"Arcane energy." Zul'ra looked at the bright full moon in the sky, and felt a coldness pouring into his mind from the top of his head. He lowered his eyes again, and the distracting thoughts in his heart became much lighter.

"Oh..." Tyrande Whisperwind couldn't help but widen his eyes. Arcane energy, the thing that can relieve Kaldorei's pain, turned out to be Arcane energy. Since the Sundering, Kaldorei has completely banned Arcane energy. That thing is the source of all disasters.

"Yes, well, but don't worry, my medicine will not make you addicted to magic. It just relies on the medicinal properties of energy. However, I cannot guarantee that the medicine will work on all Kaldorei." Zul'ra nodded and explained at the same time that he was not trying to trick Kaldorei.

"Why is this?" Tyrande Whisperwind reluctantly turned his attention away from Arcane's energy.

"Because Kaldorei's disease is aging. This is a disease that no mortal can be immune to." Zul'ra made a waving gesture with his right hand. Time is the enemy of life.

"We who have lost Nordrassil are already mortals." Tyrande Whisperwind couldn't help feeling frustrated after listening to Zul'ra's words. Even though they were extremely determined when fighting against the Burning Legion, when they thought about it afterwards, they still couldn't forget that what they handed over was the immortality and health of the race.

"Although we are mortals, we always have a future." Zul'ra looked at Tyrande Whisperwind who became depressed, and couldn't help but comfort him. It's not a big deal to become a mortal. You must know that after the Cataclysm, history will be written by mortals like you. Dragon Aspects and guardians will have to step aside by then.

"Do you think so!" Tyrande Whisperwind raised his eyes and looked at Trolls in front of him, a little surprised by his coolness.

"Of course, take a look at Elune. Will He refuse to shine the light because we are different beings?" Zul'ra pointed at the bright moon in the sky and began to feed Tyrande Whisperwind chicken soup.

"No, Elune's light shines on all living beings, only all living beings reject Elune, and no Elune rejects all living things." Tyrande Whisperwind followed his fingers, Looking at the jade plate emitting bright light in the sky, my heart instantly became calm, yes! It is nothing without eternal life, the light of Elune still shines on Kaldorei, her gift is so peaceful.

"Yes, Elune's light is so majestic." Zul'ra listened to Tyrande Whisperwind's words, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and couldn't help but feel sad in his heart It seems that compared to those demigods who have spent time in vain, the nagging Old God, and the Titans who lived in vain for thousands of years, this only true god seems to be more worthy of the title of "god".

"Hmm!" Zul'ra looked at the bright moon in the sky. He was fascinated. Suddenly, his eyes went white. Then he felt that his eyes were hit by something foreign. He couldn't help closing his eyes and bending down, wanting to reach out and rub it, but he couldn't help but stop because he felt his eyes were cold. He didn't know if some foreign objects had entered his eyes!

"Ai... what's wrong with you?" Tyrande Whisperwind looked up at the incarnation of the Virgin of the Night, and suddenly a blue light flashed slightly in her eyes. She felt like she saw a ray of light flashing in the night sky towards her, but before she could figure out what was going on, she heard Trolls next to her groan and bend down, and she couldn't help but be slightly startled.

"It's nothing, it's just like something got into my eyes." Zul'ra tried his best to blink his eyes, trying to squeeze the foreign object out of his eyes. At the same time, he aimed his palm at Tyrande Whisperwind to stop her from coming closer.

"Your eyes..." Tyrande Whisperwind looked at Trolls, whose palms were facing him and his eyes were blinking until they were watery. He couldn't help but widen his eyes.