Patterns and Blood Knights
Following Lianda's reply, Zul'ra clapped his hands, preparing to end the conversation, but he noticed a slight change in Liadrin's expression as she stood next to Lianda. 🍪😝 ☮♜
"Okay, so what else do you two need to do? If so, is it personal or business?" Zul'ra asked, glancing at Liadrin who was about to speak, before changing the subject.
"It should be considered a private matter!" Liadrin looked at Zul'ra, who was facing her, and suddenly changed her tone, and was slightly speechless. She thought about the two things she had brought and decided to define them as "private matters."
"Then let's talk! To be honest, I'm not used to facing you all like this, since we're all acquaintances." Zul'ra looked at the Countess who hesitated to speak, and suddenly stood up from her seat. She then walked to the three of them, her gaze sweeping over Liadrin and Lianda, and finally landing on the only male Aux.
"Hmm, I remember both of these beauties. You... you look familiar." Zul'ra indicated that he was definitely not biased towards women; he remembered seeing this Aux before, but he had forgotten his name.
"Zul'ra Jin, my name is Aux." Aux felt a little awkward looking at Zul'ra, who seemed to be recalling something. His meeting with Zul'ra hadn't been a pleasant experience.
"Aux, Aux, oh, I remember now." Zul'ra looked at the male Elves's dark gold hair and handsome face, quickly going through his mind, and soon recalled that he seemed to have met this guy as a prisoner during the war between Amani and Quel'Thalas after World War II.
"Zul'ra..." Liadrin looked at Zul'ra, who was talking to her companion, and wanted to speak, but Zul'ra spoke up again.
"Where are your companions! Li'jielin, Hoffman, and the others?" Zul'ra asked Aux. While meeting Aux, who was being held captive, she had also met with several other male and female prisoners. From them, she learned about the political situation in Quel'Thalas, and it all felt like it had happened just yesterday.
"They're all gone... Only I survived." Aux felt both embarrassed and honored when Zul'ra rattled off a few names. She did remember him, an unknown nobody, but his comrades were no longer there.
Faced with Aux's somber words, Liadrin and Lianda, who were about to speak, lowered their eyes. Although they didn't know where Aux had met Zul'ra, they both tacitly understood the reason for their companion's disappearance.
"Don't be so discouraged. You're actually lucky. Since you survived, take what your companions have with you and live a better life together!" Zul'ra looked at the three people whose will had been completely shattered in an instant and realized that she had asked the wrong question, so she tried to offer some encouragement.
"Thank you for your encouragement." Aux felt a pang of gratitude for Zul'ra's words of encouragement and sincerely thanked her.
"Oh, right, Liadrin, you seemed to be trying to say something just now?" Zul'ra nodded slightly to Aux, while looking at Liadrin, who had been trying to speak.
"Zul'ra Jin, besides the matter of the Sin'dorei joining the Horde, we have two other matters to discuss with you in Zul'Aman. These matters are both personal and official." When Liadrin saw Zul'ra asking her, she quickly looked up, no longer bothering to maintain her composure.
"Let's discuss this privately for now; I'm too lazy to put on airs anymore," Zul'ra said indifferently.
"The first thing is that a few days ago, we discovered some ancient ruins underground on Sunstrider Isle, where many voodoo patterns were carved..." Liadrin almost laughed, but she held it back, and then took out a stack of folded papers from her waist pocket and handed them to Zul'ra.
"Is there something else?" Zul'ra took the paper from Liadrin and unfolded it, her mind drifting to the underground abyss on Sunstrider Isle. Had the Sin'dorei already begun exploring it?
"Another matter concerns the Light, Zul'ra Jin. We've noticed that some special Warrior in Amani's army fight using the Light, which you call the power of the sun or the power of the Sacred Pool." Liadrin very seriously.
"The Sunbearers?" Zul'ra looked at the paper in her hand. It contained a reproduced voodoo pattern, and the eerie scene depicted a battle between a group of tiny people and a swarm of insect monsters. Above the battlefield, two moons shone with countless rays of light, signifying that the war had lasted an incredibly long time.
"Yes, Sunbearers, Zul'ra Jin, that's exactly what I wanted to ask Sunbearers!" Liadrin nodded slightly as she saw Zul'ra looking at the painting and talking to her.
"What do you want to ask?" Zul'ra's eyes flickered slightly as she pulled out the first sheet of paper. The scene underneath was still the war between the little people and the insect monsters under the double sunlight of the first day of the second month. However, judging from the comparison between the little people and the insect monsters, the little people had the upper hand.
"Zul'ra Jin, you helped me overcome my magic addiction. In the process, I noticed that you are very knowledgeable about the power of the Light. In addition, you took a Holy Book from us. I think the Sunbearers were founded by you, right?" Liadrin looked at Zul'ra, who did not look up, with a very serious expression.
"What's wrong?" Zul'ra casually snatched the drawing paper from her hand. The pattern on the third picture was no longer a battle, but a complex route map. The insect monster was divided into three parts and fled in different directions, while the little people chased after it separately. The upward part was especially clearly depicted in the picture.
"If so, I'm asking for your help. Please assist Sin'dorei." Seeing Zul'ra's continued nonchalant attitude, Liadrin knelt down on one knee.
Liadrin's actions left Lianda and Aux somewhat bewildered, but they did not follow suit. Liadrin was seeking help in her own name, and the matter seemed very sensitive to them; they were not on Liadrin side.
"Don't be like this, explain yourself so I can help you." Zul'ra, no longer looking at the painting in her hand, saw Liadrin kneel down and quickly reached out to help the Elves up.
"The Sin'dorei have suffered too much. In the process, the Light abandoned us, and we no longer believed in it. However, for the sake of my people, through some opportunities, I and some of my people regained the power of the Light. We became Warrior like your Sunbearers, and we call ourselves Blood Knights." Liadrin did not stand up, but instead recounted the situation of the Sin'dorei.
"Hmm, where does your light source come from?" Zul'ra instantly guessed what Liadrin wanted to say, but instead of saying it directly, she asked in return.
"The source of light, so does that mean the Sunbearers' use of the Light also broke the old pattern, right?" Liadrin grasped the meaning in the words: the source of light, which meant that the Sunbearers ' situation was the same as the Blood Knights'.
"Not entirely wrong. Tell me about your light source!" Zul'ra said nonchalantly. The Sunbearers' use of the Light was indeed no different from that of the Blood Knights in principle.
"The Light source we Blood Knights use comes from a creature that radiates the Light, called the Naaru. It was captured from Outland by the Sun King. We... we obtained it from it..." Liadrin found it difficult to speak. As a former believer in the Light, even though she despised the Light, turning around and blaspheming her faith was a psychological burden.
"Extracting the Light, right?" Zul'ra indicated that she had already seen through it.
"Yes." Liadrin lowered her head dejectedly, while Lianda and Aux unconsciously turned their heads away. Blasphemy is unacceptable even to the unbelievers, which is why the Blood Knights are highly controversial within Quel'Thalas.
"What kind of situation did you encounter?" Zul'ra raised an eyebrow slightly as she observed Lianda and Aux ' reactions. As a normal person, should she, like them, show some resistance and confusion?
Liadrin was prepared to face the wrath of the King of the Amani. Even the unbelievers do not tolerate the desecration of their faith, let alone the Trolls who held deep-seated voodoo beliefs and regarded them as the pride of their race. But she felt as if she had misheard.
"..." Liadrin raised her head slightly, staring blankly at the tall Trolls.
"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Zul'ra looked at Liadrin, who was kneeling on one knee in front of her, looking up at her without speaking. She blinked slightly, wondering if she hadn't understood what she had said.
There's nothing left at night.