Rise of the blood elves

634【Written the most miserable story】

At nightfall, the market in the lower city of Suramar opens on time.

Although affected by the war, trade routes were blocked, and the variety of goods was far less than usual, Suramar City was after all the most important city and transportation hub in the Eastern Great Plains, and the people's basic living security was still sufficient, which greatly satisfied them. The shopping and eating attributes of Xalatath, the "little girl".

I have to say that she disguised herself very well. No matter how you look at it, she looks like an innocent and lively little girl who is inexperienced in the world.

Expensive magic ice cream, grilled cod fillets made from cod shipped from the western coastal areas, takoyaki, and the exotic and tropical Huasqil melon, a specialty of the southeastern Huasqir territory...

No matter how delicious these snacks are, Maiev is usually reluctant to buy them, because except for a very small part of the salary she receives from the Sisters of Elune, which is used for daily needs, most of the rest is subsidized by her to give to the orphans of Morrowind Village. The children of the hospital.

In short, when the two of them left the market and returned to Mawei's house with lots of food and clothes, it was almost midnight, and they had been shopping for four or five hours.

The Shadowsong siblings do not live together. Because of work, the siblings rarely return to the old house left by their parents and inherited by Jarod Shadowsong.Jarod, who serves as the captain of the Suramar City Guard, is busy with official duties and usually sleeps in the city guard's quarters, while Maiev lives in a suite assigned to her by the Suramar Regional Chapter of the Sisters of Elune, just a few meters away from the Temple of the Moon. Double storey detached cottage only 5 minutes away.

After putting down her things, Maiev immediately prepared to change Xal'atath's clothes.In fact, she could have spent some money to ask the tailor on the street corner to do it for her, but Maiev repeatedly insisted that since she knew how to sew, she didn't need to spend unnecessary money.

Xalatas was sitting in the living room, looking around as "curiously" as a little girl.

The first floor is the living room, connected to the kitchen in the southeast corner and the well-lit guest room.A wooden staircase leads straight up to the living space on the second floor.

The long doorway serves as a cloakroom.On the coat rack, there were several sets of plain white priestess robes hanging, and underneath were several lavender plants planted in flower pots, exuding an elegant and delicate fragrance.

Through the hollow wardrobe door, you can barely see a few high-end clothes. They are almost all affordable and durable ones, with some patches.But the workmanship is very good, and there is no color difference. It is almost impossible to tell that it was added later.

The most conspicuous place on the shoe rack underneath is a pair of high-heeled sandals often worn by priestesses, and next to them are several pairs of knee-high boots that are very worn.The leather upper, which has almost worn away its original color, has a few stubborn stains that are difficult to wash off and look like solidified blood stains.I imagine their owners often wore them hunting.

Finally, there is a hunting bow leaning on the wardrobe. There are dozens of tail feathers in the quiver next to it. It is an arrow that can be used repeatedly due to the hidden damage caused by arrow explosion.

Looking at the living room, the decoration is extremely simple, the furniture is all very cheap, and there is not a single expensive furnishing to be found, let alone the magic broom that is a must-have for even a slightly wealthy family.The whole house was spotless, even some of the blind spots were not dusty at all.It can be seen that the owner of the house not only lives a frugal life, but also pays great attention to hygiene.

"Thank you, sister Maiev." Xalatas said softly when his eyes turned to Maiev, who was sitting on the sofa and spreading out more than a dozen sets of clothes under the illumination of a set of moonstone lamps.

Maiev smiled slightly, took out a measuring tape from the cabinet and walked over.

Xal'atath obediently took off his coat, leaving only his underwear, revealing a white body that would make the blood of all male compatriots rush, and let the other man lower his head to measure his dimensions.

There was no way, even the smallest night elf clothes were too big for high elves to wear.Height is only one aspect, the most important thing is body shape.

Under the influence of the Well of Eternity, a source of magic that emits the source of the Titan's star soul, the night elves evolved from the dark trolls, and their physical beauty is the best in Azeroth.Looking at the past and the future, no humanoid race has such a perfect body.

Tight muscle lines, neither looking bloated nor thin.Just one look and you can feel the purest health and beauty.In comparison, high elf girls look like washboards and little bean sprouts. They have no flesh in front of them and are short of weight behind them. Changing them is not a problem at 01:30.

"Actually, when I was young, my brother would often change my clothes." Xalatas said with his arms raised.

Maiev smiled and said, "Can the Prophet also do needlework?"

"Yes," Xalatas said, "As long as I can remember, my parents died in a war. I was three years old at that time and my brother was eight years old. My family was poor and we had no choice but to wear my brother's leftover clothes. . The big one is changed into a few small ones, and the small one is just tied up with a belt and cuffs to make it fit. I always tell my brother that if he fails to follow the arcane path, maybe he can make a difference by becoming a tailor."

In just a few words, Xalatas sketched out a story in which parents died young and a brother and sister depended on each other.

Maiev was so surprised that she couldn't help but stop moving her hands.

At first, people, like Queen Azshara, regarded the prophet as a god-like existence.Although with the contact, Maiev found that the prophet was no different from ordinary people, but she obviously did not expect that the prophet, who had always been aloof, still had such a past.

Looking at her pale skin, extremely thin figure, and a pair of poached eggs staring at her chest, it looked like she didn't eat properly when she was growing up, which was why she was malnourished, resulting in an underdeveloped girl. Maiev couldn't help but feel sad mercy.

A pair of orphans...

The brother is eight years old and the girl is three years old...

She could completely imagine how miserable the brother and sister were.As the older brother, Angmar used his thin shoulders to carry the sky for his younger sister, leaving all the delicious food and drinks to his younger sister. He was both an older brother and shouldered the responsibility of his deceased parents.

She felt that the prophet was no longer mysterious, and began to understand why he funded the Morrowind Village Orphanage a few months ago. It turned out...

He is no different from those children who are lonely and helpless.

After measuring the girl's bust, she took out her scissors and needlework, began to change her clothes, and said in a strange way, "The prophet... never told me this."

After saying this, she regretted it. Why would someone tell her privacy to her?If you say this to your sister, it will inevitably lead to some ambiguities.

But Xalatas, who sat down to help her, said, "My brother never mentioned this. When I was a child, I was not sensible. I was always very curious why I went to school while my brother was helping the worker uncle move things at the dock. Why did my brother come back every day? My body always stinks, full of sweat. Why is it that when I put on clothes, his clothes are full of patches? Why does he only eat dry and hard black bread when I eat meat, and he says he doesn’t like it? Eating meat… Later I became sensible and wanted to help him share some of the burden, but he asked me not to think too much and focus on my studies.”

"What happened next?" Maiev couldn't help but ask.

"Later..." Xal'atath laughed, "Later, because of his outstanding talent, he became a student of the Royal Academy of Magic and received royal funding. Our family's situation also improved, and we completely got rid of the previous poverty... …

Later, he was spotted by the prince of our clan and took him as a consultant.At that time, our hometown was facing annihilation. It was he who retrieved the crucial Sunwell Avatar for us, and traveled around to unite with allies, not only saving our race, but also many races on the entire continent.He always carries responsibility in his heart, shouldering all the burdens by himself. He was responsible for me when he was a child, dedicated himself to his people when he grew up, and finally devoted himself to - in his words - the great cause of Azeroth.I always feel that he is too tired, especially in recent years, he has hardly had a good night's sleep..."

Speaking of this, Xal'atas couldn't help but shook his head, "He is not a magic puppet. Besides, even magic puppets have to stop and maintain themselves from time to time. How can they work so hard. But no matter what I say, it's useless. He That's the kind of temper he has. Three years ago, he was seriously injured while trying to eliminate the source of evil. I was so angry that I said, 'Sooner or later, if this continues, I will become an orphan again.' But when I lost my anger, I couldn't help but feel sad. Him. Sister Maiev, you know, in my heart, my brother is the greatest person in the world."

If Angmar were here, he would be extremely surprised.He never told Xal'atath about his upbringing experience, but Xal'atath knew everything about it, and he didn't know where he knew it.

Maiev fell silent upon hearing this.

In front of outsiders, Angmar is almost synonymous with mystery and power, and is awe-inspiring.Most of these perceptions are caused by Queen Azshara's vigorous "searching activities" in the past few years, and her subsequent actions such as sending troops to blockade the Prophet's residence...

But at this time, through Xalatath's narration, Maiev suddenly discovered that for some reason, she began to pity this so-called "prophet".

"It's been changed, Miss Xalatas, can you try to see if it fits?"

Maiev handed a set of altered clothes to Xal'atath, who put them on, stood in front of the mirror in the doorway, looked at it again, and thanked her with satisfaction, "It fits, thank you sister Maiev! Then I'm leaving." .”

After saying that, she actually opened the door and walked out.

"Eh?" Maiev couldn't keep up with this little sister's magical brain circuit, so she hurriedly chased after her, "There are still so many clothes that haven't been changed!"

"Those are all bought for you, sister Maiev," Xalatas turned around and made a face, "One set is enough for me. I know sister, you always save money for the children in the orphanage, but now there are With your brother’s support, you should also think about it for yourself.”

Before Ma Wei refused, she said very seriously, "Sister Ma Wei, I have another unkind request."

Maiev blinked.

"I know this request may be too much," Xal'atas said timidly, "Brother really likes you. He will only become really cheerful when he is with you, so... if you have time, , can you come and spend more time with him?"

Maiev, who was standing by the door, turned red all of a sudden, but after a long time, she still said "hmm" as quietly as a mosquito.

After Xalatath left, the high priestess of the Temple of the Moon once again thought of the revelation from Elune.As a devout believer, she knew that the revelations of the Moon Goddess must contain infinite wisdom, but she couldn't help but resist.

……

"What are your plans?" After Xalatas returned to the courtyard, Angmar, who had been paying close attention to the two of them with his mental power, said angrily.

He made up a story about a brother and a sister who depended on each other, and pretended to be his little sister. He couldn't say anything, because when he went to the Well of Eternity war zone, Xal'atath had to show up from time to time. From this perspective, this identity A good disguise indeed.

But... what kind of trouble is going on by teasing Maiev like this?

"Help people to the end," Xal'atath shrugged, "Who made you so stupid? Admit it, you just need that woman."

"Don't you think this kind of help is unnecessary?" Angmar said bitterly.

"I don't think so." I just did it casually, there’s nothing superfluous about it.”

This guy, now Xal'atath even talks like a high elf... no, it should be said, he is no different from himself.

Angmar took a step forward and stopped Xal'atas who was walking towards the hut, "Where did you learn about my upbringing? Are you probing my thoughts?"

"This is a dangerous accusation," Xal'atath said innocently, "Don't you know how shadow energy works? When you absorbed my brother's heart before and your thoughts were affected by the shadow energy inside, your memory had already It’s imprinted in it. I don’t even need to deliberately explore to know what’s going on in it... Let me ask you, if you have a book next to you, you will always know what is written on the cover even if you have never read it. Right? Unfortunately, the memory imprinted in the shadow energy in your body is just such a book to me... Don't be afraid, I only glanced at the 'cover' twice and haven't read it properly yet."

Xalatas's true colors were revealed when he returned to the courtyard. How could he still look like a young girl?

In terms of brains, they are not as good as the other party, in terms of knowledge, there is a huge gap, and in terms of control over the origin of the shadow, they are passive everywhere, but Angmar has no way to do anything.

"You..." Angmar gritted his teeth, holding the courtyard door with one hand and his forehead with the other, and took several deep breaths before he could calm down. "I will say whatever I need to say, and you are not allowed to read my memories casually in the future!"

"Afraid that I will see something embarrassing?" Xal'atath bit his lip and asked, "Okay, I promise you. But you can't blame me for accidentally scanning the things written on the 'book cover', right? So be careful The most important thing is to exercise your ability to control the origin of shadow, otherwise this may become your biggest weakness when facing other ancient gods."

After saying that, she patted Angmar on the shoulder and walked back to the hut and returned to the main body, leaving Angmar alone in the courtyard to sulk.

Spending time with a former Old God...

This feeling really doesn't feel that good.