MTL - Azeroth Shadow of the Moon-Chapter 703 God of Scavengers

The alliance's main sphere of influence is far away on the eastern continent across the sea. As long as they don't start a large-scale civil war, Andrea has no interest in intervening in the disputes within the alliance.

After finishing the business, under Aurora's impatient urging, the father and daughter finished their day's work and walked together to the garden bathed in the cold moonlight outside the window.

"Come on... go on~"

Seeing his father and sister coming together, little Reinhardt danced and opened his arms, and with a childish smile on his face, he rushed towards Andrea in a childish voice.

Andrea, who habitually maintains the majesty of the speaker in front of outsiders, showed a silly father-like smile, squatted down and picked up Reinhardt, who was unsteady on his feet, and lifted him up, causing a burst of giggling and happy laughter.

"Son, call me Dad again."

"Me too! Call me sister, I am sister!"

Not far away, Celeste watched with a smile as the two played tricks in front of the child. The Moon Shadow Manor under the moonlight was filled with a strong atmosphere of family affection in the tranquility.

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Andrea, who has nothing to do, can take care of her children at home with peace of mind, but Rastakhan, the **** king of the Zandalari Empire, is not in such a good mood.

Knowing that the night elf envoy was visiting by airship, Rastakhan felt mixed feelings.

The joy was that the night elf came to the door as he wished, but the worry was that the timing of the door was completely different from what he had expected.

Just as the result of the discussion of the Supreme Council, Rastakhan prided himself on being the Zandalar Empire's revived master, and faced with the unexpected fiasco, he couldn't bear to admit it. Save the most basic face when the war is over.

This kind of ostrich mentality kept the war between Zandalari and the Night Republic from officially ending. The King Loalezan, who was still recovering from his injuries, was very disappointed with Rastakhan's performance this time.

But Loa is only an existence enshrined by trolls. If it is some weak **** king, Rezan can use his influence to make suggestions to him, but Rastakhan is obviously not such a person who is easy to listen to. .

With a tangled mind, Rastakhan sat firmly on the throne on the top floor of Dazar'alor, watching the night elf's flying ship land and dock at the port from afar.

Thousands of years had passed since the night elves had sent an official envoy to Dazar'alor, and Shandris had followed them.

This time, she is still the Deputy Envoy, but unlike the friendly attitude that Rezan came to greet in person, most of the Zandalari civilians around the port of Dazar'alor now have strong hostility towards the arrival of the night elves.

"Oh~"

Fandral sensed the discordant atmosphere at the scene, and twitched the corners of his mouth to give a chuckle of unknown meaning.

"It seems that the Zandalari high-level publicity is well done. The hostile attitude of this generation of Zandalari trolls towards us is very obvious."

Shandris nodded lightly, "Compared to curiosity and precaution last time, there is indeed a lot of resentment and hatred. Maybe some of their relatives died in the battle of Pandaria."

In the Battle of Pandaria, the night elves and the local aborigines cooperated and killed more than 200,000 Zandalari soldiers at one time. Even the Zandalari with a strong foundation could not absorb such a heavy loss in a short period of time.

In order to divert the swarming dissatisfaction of the domestic people, throwing the blame on the enemy is only the most basic operation of the ruler.

The member of the Zanchuli Council who came to greet the embassy was Yazma, the high loa priest.

This female troll wearing a lot of gold decorations has an ugly face at all, and Fandral can clearly feel a strong sense of unwillingness and humiliation from her.

"Mr. Fandral Staghelm, Archdruid of the Cenarion Council, welcome to Dazar'alor, the capital of the Zandalari Empire."

Yazma glanced at Shandris who was wearing exquisite ritual leather armor. Although she was very reluctant in her heart, she still made a welcome gesture and said, "General Yuyue is also welcome to come on behalf of the official Dark Night Republic. The God King is waiting for you." You guys, please come with me."

Although the Zandalari people along the way have been watching the passing envoys with eyes full of negative emotions, the high-level Zanchuli council represented by Yazma did not show such obvious hostility.

As the helmsmen in charge of the direction of a country, God King Rastakhan and Zanchuli Councilors have mixed feelings.

They knew very well that the Zandalari Empire, which had suffered huge losses, could no longer continue to be hostile to the night elves in a short period of time. Once they annoyed the other party, it would be harmful to Zandalar.

Rationally, there is no problem in thinking this way, but after all, intelligent creatures are not robots that rely entirely on reason to act. Emotional situations occur from time to time, and even national leaders cannot always remain calm.

The complex mentality of the Zandalari high-level leaders has affected the progress of the peace talks. They want to end the state of war as soon as possible, but also don't want to lose too much initiative on the negotiating table.

This mentality of worrying about gains and losses made the fiery Fandral very unhappy, but for the sake of the face and international image of the Night Republic, Fandral managed to control his temper, and slowly argued with the Zandalari negotiating team.

Although Shandris is called a deputy envoy, her task is mainly to deter the Zandalari with her strong personal strength, so that they don't dare to mess around with the table.

Rastakhan had already been warned by several high-ranking Loa that the female elf who had never said a word was very dangerous, and she must not deliberately find fault with the envoys in front of her.

Another day of negotiations was over, and Shandris, as usual, returned to the temporary residence arranged by the envoys in Zandalar to prepare for rest.

"Ok?"

As soon as she entered her room, Shandris' feet wearing leather boots stopped suddenly.

The furnishings in the room were visibly flipped, and the perpetrator undisguisedly left a large number of tiny footprints, as if deliberately luring her to look for them.

Crouching down and stroking the leaf-like three-toed footprints, Shandris guessed thoughtfully, "Some kind of beast that is small but sensitive?"

Go out and pursue along the footsteps, UU reading www.uukanshu. The Zanchuli guards who were in charge of guarding (surveillance) along the way all fell to the ground and lost consciousness, and their footprints stretched all the way to the western periphery of the city.

Except for Shandris himself, everyone in this block seemed to be hypnotized, falling to the ground and sleeping soundly.

After exchanging glances with Fandral who just went out to check the situation, Shandris raised his vigilance and continued to follow, while Fandral stayed at the station just in case.

Shandris suspected that this was a deliberate trap set by the Zandalar, and it was best to be as careful as possible before breaking the game.

"Hey~ Sure enough, I'm chasing you."

When tracking down a dirty alley in a suspected slum area, a sharp voice suddenly entered Shandris' mind.

"Who?"

The artifact war bow has been taken off her back and held in her hand, and Shandris unconsciously showed her aura when she entered a state of high alert.

"Hmph~ Mortal demigod, really amazing."

The thieving voice just now threatened, "Little girl, hand over the treasure on your body, and the great Lord Gani will let you leave safely."

'Gani? treasure? '

Before setting off, Andrea did a bit of cramming on Shandris, and she quickly recalled the origin of the name.

"Gani, the God of Scavengers?"

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