It rains on 90% of the days in Stranglethorn Vale a year, and in the remaining 10%, it rains during the day and does not rain at night, or it rains at night and does not rain during the day.
Alleria hated this weather.
Everything is too humid.
But compared to the humid weather and the vague smell of trolls in the air, Alleria hated the vague sounds that came from the depths of the temple behind her even more deeply.
"Sure enough, what our ancestors said about untouchables is right! Untouchables are indeed untouchables! They actually get mixed up with trolls!"
"Fortunately, the high elves left them!"
"Little moon, little stars, and little breeze. I miss you a little."
"Quel'Thalas..."
"Why!"
"..."
Just when the High Elf Ranger Lord was feeling sorry for herself, suddenly, she looked around with vigilance.
The high elves' natural sensitivity allowed Alleria to sense that a huge amount of energy was gathering around her!
This energy came out of nowhere, they appeared out of thin air, and when they appeared, it was as if they were in the water of the sun well, making Alleria's body shaky.
The next moment.
When the high elves were so frightened, the entire sky in Zul'Gurub changed color!
The sky in the rainforest, which was originally dark and still dripping with light rain, turned completely into a dark purple that even turned black in the time it took Alleria to blink her eyes twice.
The terrifying arcane energy was roaring, making Alleria breathless more than any ocean waves. His body, which was naturally sensitive to energy, made him really breathless - physically breathless.
Alleria didn't know what happened. Fortunately, she seemed to have been thrown into the sunwell!
Although the Sunwell is the well of life and source of energy for all high elves, it is also dangerous. No elves dare to jump into the water of the Sunwell!
The elves' natural constitution that is sensitive to arcane magic, coupled with the violent and terrifying arcane energy of the Sunwell water, can turn the most powerful elven mage into a member of the Sunwell!
In Quel'Thala, the top punishment for executing a member of the royal family or a high-ranking high elf is to throw him into the well water of the Sunwell.
Alleria felt that at this moment, she was just like the few unlucky elves who were thrown into the sunwell in the history of Quel'Thalas.
The violent arcane energy that appeared out of thin air almost drowned her.
Alleria suddenly felt that everything under her nostrils, beside her earlobes, around her mouth, and under her eyes was wet.
When she touched it, she was horrified to find that it was blood! She was bleeding from seven holes!
The ranger's survival instinct told her that if she didn't do something at this time, she would be killed by the sudden violent arcane energy!
A rich arcane energy situation can indeed make the high elves a hundred times more energetic, but if this arcane energy situation is as rich as it is now, it will also suffocate the high elves to death.
Alleria is in this situation now.
In a daze, in this ocean of energy with nowhere to escape, she instinctively felt that only in the middle of the ocean of energy, that is, in the temple hall, was she completely calm.
Alleria, who was almost lying on the ground under the pressure of the ocean of energy, crawled towards the central temple of the trolls with great difficulty.
The steps that could have been jumped down in a few steps now became extremely long.
Alleria hated herself deeply for why she had gone so far just now?
If we hadn't been so far away from the temple just now, we could have climbed to the quiet temple now to avoid this terrifying energy source.
She climbed and climbed hard, and it felt like a long time passed.
But it actually only took a few minutes, when she climbed to the door of the temple and could vaguely see the inside of the temple.
The arcane ocean that was suddenly condensed by the violence tightened violently, and this tightening directly pressed Alleria to the point of vomiting blood.
Immediately afterwards, something happened that made Alleria want to vomit blood even more.
The arcane energy sailor, who was so violent that he felt like water from a sunwell, suddenly disappeared without a trace.
It's like it never appeared.
The sky in Zul'Gurub became dark again, and the raindrops that had not fallen for several minutes began to fall again.
Alleria was as if she had been fished out of the sea. She was all wet. If her beautiful face hadn't been stained with bleeding marks, it would have been as if the scene just now had never happened.
Same.
Alleria, who had suffered severe internal injuries, was unconscious. Fortunately, the pressure from the ocean of arcane energy had disappeared.
At this moment, she only knew to crawl towards the Temple of Calm, as if that was the only safe harbor.
She climbed into the temple gate with difficulty, feeling exhausted. At this moment, a voice seemed to fall from heaven: "Huh? Pink skin with long ears? Why are you crawling on the ground? What's wrong with your face?"
Alleria was completely in a trance. She looked up with difficulty and saw a tall blue-skinned "angel" standing in front of her.
"puff……"
The unlucky high elf vomited blood again and this time completely fainted.
But before she fainted, Alleria was still wondering - this "angel" didn't seem to be wearing any clothes? Didn't even "heaven" wear clothes? And the "angel" looked very strange, with a long middle leg.
A big nose...
After this she lost consciousness.
Tonatiu, who was standing naked at the door of the temple, saw the miserable and beautiful elf lying on the ground vomiting blood and unconscious in front of him. Inexplicably, he quickly picked her up at the same time.
"Elf? What's wrong with you? Are there any enemies?" Tonatius held Alleria, who was small to him, in his arms and asked softly.
Alleria couldn't answer him at all, she was already in a coma.
"There are no enemies." A lazy and hoarse voice came from deep inside the temple, "I probably know the reason. She "drowned"."
Drowning?
Tonatius touched it and found that Alleria was indeed wet all over, and her clothes were all wet.
"Can't swim? This elf..." The God King shook his head and carried her into the depths of the temple.
At this moment, in the middle of the temple, the most sacred occasion for the Gurubashi trolls, a huge blanket was spread on the ground.
Among the blankets, Azshara was covered with a thin quilt and lying lazily on the ground.
This woman who was once the most glorious woman in the Kaldorei Empire, and Tonatiu, who is now the most glorious man in the Troll Empire, apparently had a "battle" not long ago on the ground where the Gurubashi Trolls were the most glorious place.
"She's fine. She just suffered some internal injuries, which are a bit serious. But this kind of internal injuries will heal after a while." Her Lady Queen said nonchalantly.
"Okay." Tonatiu could indeed feel that Alleria's fire of life was still very strong, so he left her aside and walked towards Azshara with a complicated expression.
He looked down at the queen on the ground.
Azshara actually reached out to him, and the blanket fell down, revealing her pair of Hyjal.
"Won't you hug the mother of your child?" Queen Kaldorei and Mother of Naga proudly said to the Troll King.
Look at her like this.
Tonatiu ground his teeth.
There is nothing you can do.
He complained psychologically: Could it be that the physiques of Nagas, or should we say fallen elves, are prone to pregnancy?
Vashj won the bid easily.
It’s almost the second one now.
So is Azshara.
I won the bid in less than two months.
In comparison, Modera had spent almost a year.
Shandis has been there for half a year, and there has been no movement yet!
