MTL - Azeroth Shadow of the Moon-Chapter 82 Psychological shadow?

With the support of the dragon army, the air supremacy of the coalition forces has been guaranteed to a certain extent.

Cleostrasz of this era readily agreed to Malfurion's request, carried all the members of the assault team on his broad back, flapped his wings, and rushed towards Zin-Azhali at high speed under the cover of his fellow dragons. .

Before setting off, Andrea specially called Shandris and Leticia's team, who had just recovered from her injuries.

"Santis, I will entrust you to take care of these children for the time being."

"I know, but you..."

Shandris opened his mouth hesitantly, but in the end he still didn't say what he wanted to say.

"It's nothing, you must be extremely careful when you break into Xin Azshara again. If you meet Queen Azshara again, I don't think she will show mercy to you guys."

Seeing Shandris subconsciously put her hand on the pendant on her chest, Andrea was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly lifted up the druid robe, revealing the same style of pendant tied on her left wrist.

"Don't worry, this pendant will connect us together, and you should also pay attention to controlling your emotions. The serious injury of a severed hand cannot be recovered every time."

Shandris saw the pendant on Andrea's wrist, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes. His originally unhappy face improved a lot, and he nodded with a smile under Leticia's ambiguous smirk.

"Okay, I promise you, may Elune be with you."

"May Elune be with you."

Seeing Leticia hesitate to open her mouth to say something, Andrea said to her in advance, "I know what you want to say, and I will try my best to spare time to check on Mrs. Felicity's situation."

Reaching out to rub Leticia's hair, Andrea reminded with some concern, "You heard what I said to Shandris just now, and you must also keep calm at all times."

Leticia opened Andrea's hand dissatisfied, "I know~ Don't always treat me like a child."

…

"...I said, are you avoiding me on purpose?"

On the way to Xin-Aisa Li, Andrea looked at Ronin and Brooks who were far away from him with a strange expression.

Hearing Andrea's questioning, Ronin immediately shook his head in a panic, while Brooks simply bowed his head and closed his eyes without saying a word.

"Pfft~"

Seeing the distressed expression of his lover, Krasus couldn't help covering his mouth and chuckling.

"Sorry, Your Excellency Moon Shadow, both Ronin and Brooks have some psychological shadows about the shadow power, they didn't mean to avoid you, please forgive them."

'Psychological shadow? '

Andrea's mind was full of question marks. He remembered that in the original history, Ronin and Brooks didn't have such stinking problems at all.

‘Could it be that my future self did something to them? '

Although Krasus's attitude seemed more friendly, whenever Andrea asked key questions sideways, the humanoid dragon always smiled and pulled the topic aside.

As an aborigine of this era, it is impossible for Andrea to directly speak about the future, which is likely to attract the attention of the Bronze Dragon.

Scratching his head and asking a lot of questions, he was blocked by Krasus's hidden needles, and Andrea finally gave up helplessly.

‘Forget it, this charade-like dialogue is too exhausting, let’s focus on the present first. '

With Archimonde personally joining the battlefield, this final battle concerning the fate of Azeroth has completely entered a fever pitch.

Kryostrasz's flight was far from smooth, and the Air Force of the Burning Legion tried to shoot him out of the sky countless times.

Tyrande, Malfurion, Krasus and others showed their special abilities, while eliminating the surrounding air threats, while protecting the red dragon and continuing to go deeper into Zin-Azhari.

When rushing out from the swarm of evil bats, Cleostrasz's whole body was almost stained green by the demon's blood. Fortunately, they finally reached the sky above Zin-Azshari's barrier.

"I can only send you here, and then I must return to the queen to protect her."

Malfurion knelt down and patted the hard scales on Kleostraz's back, "Thank you, that's enough."

"Crassus."

"Leave it to me, Ronin, come help me."

Krasus and Ronin made gestures at the same time and began to cast spells while chanting words. Andrea watched their movements with interest.

'Hey? It turns out that 10,000 years later, will you still need to use gestures and incantations to guide spells? It's so different from now. '

Backed by the Well of Eternity, casting spells is as simple as eating and drinking for the Highborne mages. As long as they have extracted enough arcane energy in advance, even magic apprentices can cast spells with just a single lift of their hand.

It cannot be said that this situation is a regression of arcane arts. After all, relying on the Well of Eternity is a blatant cheating. Perhaps the approach of Rhonin and Krasus is relatively the most stable and controllable way of casting spells.

With the efforts of the two, the translucent enchantment above Xin Aisa Li seemed to be cut open by a knife.

Krasus was changing new spell-casting gestures in his hands, and at the same time he amplified his voice to remind, "Everyone, please come closer to me and Ronin, we are about to start teleportation!"

…

When Andrea and the others opened their eyes again, they had already passed through the barrier and entered the interior of Xin Aisalie.

Krasus and Ronin launched a short-distance teleportation, and there is no fixed coordinates. The most important thing for the group now is to determine their position first.

Andrea, who had sneaked into the city before, turned into a golden eagle and flew up into the sky, and took a general look at the nearby architectural style.

"I'm lucky, this place is right at the junction of the commercial street and the noble district, but none of the Highborne who usually like to wander around have seen it, and the whole city looks lifeless."

Although there were signs of decline in the past due to the invasion of demons, at least the small area near the aristocratic area still maintained prosperity, not as deserted and quiet as it is now.

'Did I guess it? In order to speed up Sargeras' progress into Azeroth, Azshara began to forcibly recruit highborne mages. '

The location where the assault team descended was not far from the Well of Eternity in the center of the city, but in order to reach their destination, they still needed to go through the most important hurdle—the palace gate.

Andrea once entered the palace, and the entire palace was shrouded in a powerful barrier built by Queen Azshara herself, and the Well of Eternity happened to be wrapped within the palace.

Without saying a word, the group rushed towards the palace following Andrea's guidance. When they came to the gate, they were of course intercepted by the Queen's Guards led by Varosen. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"As expected by His Majesty, you really came."

Valothen put his sword on his shoulders and set up a fighting stance, and the other elite guards were also ready for battle in advance, and Valocen was not surprised by the arrival of Malfurion and others.

"Shua!"

Pointing the big sword in his hand at the team of less than ten people, Varosen smiled cruelly.

"Although the queen only asked me to guard the gate, if you can bring your heads to her, His Majesty should reward me personally."

Andrea stopped Malfurion from trying to persuade him, "Master, get ready to fight. He is the captain of the personal guard, Valothen. It is meaningless to say anything to this guy. He is the number one loyal dog under Azshara's command." .”

"Varosen, that's how it is..."

Malfurion's face gradually darkened, "Lord Ravencrest's revenge, let us juniors avenge him!"

"Hmph! Try it if you can."

Varosen swung his great sword forward and ordered loudly, "Pro-Guards, crush them! For Azshara's glory...uh!"

Looking in disbelief at the green war blade protruding from his left chest, Varosen turned his head and looked back with difficulty when he was dying.

"You! Betrayed..."

"Crack!"

Before Varosen finished speaking, another sharp blade of the same color cut off his head first.

"Yo~"

A blindfolded elf flicked off the blood on the blade, ignored the members of the personal guard who were temporarily in a commotion, and said to the somewhat dull Malfurion with a wicked smile, "Brothers, I'm here to pick you up, and..."

When his eyes turned to Tyrande who was frowning, the expression on the man's face suddenly became gentle, "My beloved Tyrande."