I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

"Azshara..."

Malfurion Stormrage repeated the name in a low voice.

This word is like a rusty key, instantly opening the door to dusty memories.

As a witness to the ancient war that tore the world apart and buried the glorious upper elven civilization along with the Well of Eternity under the sea, the cursed coastline had long surpassed the concept of geography for him.

It is a land drenched in betrayal, despair, magical frenzy and endless regret.

Every time it is mentioned, it is like pouring salt on the scars of the soul that have not yet healed.

The doomsday scene of the Well of Eternity erupting uncontrollably seemed to reappear before his eyes, the upper elves twisted into the horrific wails of the naga, and the queen, Azshara, who was once so glorious but now fell into the nightmare of the deep sea.

That ruin is a double tombstone of Kaldorei's glory and shame.

"Azshara,"

Tyrande's voice was filled with undisguised hatred, which was one of the sources of darkness she had fought against all her life.

"The shadow of the naga still looms over those waters."

As the nominal leader of the Kaldorei, her sentinels and the Nagas have experienced countless battles in that area. She knows that the Naga Sirens have always coveted that area, but unfortunately, the Kaldorei cannot tolerate that land that originally belonged to the elves being occupied by these deformed monsters.

Crassus felt the air suddenly tighten.

"Yes, everyone, please listen to me."

He bowed slightly.

"Lord Azuregos, a blue dragonlord with a scholarly obsession with arcane principles and lost knowledge, built his lair amidst the ruins of Azshara's coast."

"I suspect he chose that region to study the remnants of ancient Kaldorei magic and the turbulent maelstrom's warping effects on raw arcane energy. He remains far from the power vortex of the Nexus and is not the close follower of Malygos that he is in his current state."

Krasus coughed twice and simply made his words more clear: "Or rather, he maintains a cautious distance from the current chaos and paranoia within the Blue Dragon Legion."

"Therefore, if there is anyone in this world who can provide us with clues about the true situation of the blue dragonflight, and perhaps even the whereabouts of the lost blue fragment, without alerting the Nexus or directly confronting Malygos, Lord Azuregos is undoubtedly the most suitable and closest choice at this moment."

Crassus' words were like a clear path cut through the dense jungle of despair, pointing out a risky but feasible direction for the deadlocked search.

Alvin took a deep breath.

"Maybe."

He pondered, his eyes glancing at the Blue Dragon Mage behind him.

"The reclusive Lord Azuregos not only knows the whereabouts of the fragment, but may even know how to unravel his compatriot's nightmare."

He exchanged a quick glance with Green Shadow and Akalitraza.

Both of them nodded slightly, and the little red dragon was so excited that he almost jumped up and down on the spot, his golden eyes shining with infinite longing for an unknown journey.

"Awesome! Azshara! The sea! The ruins! And the mysterious blue dragon!"

Akalitassa cheered in a low voice, her little hands excitedly grabbing Alvin's arm and shaking it, already immersed in the fantasy of hiking.

"I heard the shells there can sing! The coral reefs are like mountains of gems! When we fly over, maybe we'll see a giant sea turtle or a spouting whale! Alvin, can we stop by the beach for a while? Just for a while!"

In the young red dragon's mind, this journey, which concerned the safety of the world, had already been arbitrarily defined as a trip to enjoy the mountains and rivers. Alvin ruffled her hair helplessly, but a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

However, this scene made Shandris Yuyue feel uncomfortable.

The Sentinel General's upright figure was like the straightest ancient tree in front of the Moon Temple, but the joints of her clenched fingers turned slightly white due to the force.

She saw the tacit understanding between Alvin, Green Shadow and the little red dragon, where they understood each other with just a glance, without the need for words.

The feeling of alienation from being excluded from the core circle made her extremely depressed.

"Why don't you ask me? I'm the Sentinel General. I'm familiar with every inch of Kalimdor, including the cursed land of Azshara! How many obstacles can my bow and moonblade clear for him? After all we've been through, am I still just an outsider in his heart who needs to keep his distance?"

But Tyrande and Malfurion are here.

They are the supreme leaders of the night elves and mentors whom she regards as her parents.

If they now believed that she, as the Sentinel Commander, had more important responsibilities, such as staying behind at Mount Hyjal, clearing out the remaining Nightmare minions, or patrolling Ashenvale...

Then, this brief intersection between her and Alvin would probably come to an end at this moment.

The immense loss and grievance that this thought brought, like a flood bursting through a dam, instantly washed away the calmness and fortitude she was so proud of. A riot of emotions surged, clashing violently in her chest.

Her vision was even slightly blurred by the sudden strong emotional impact, and a sour feeling welled up in her nose.

She even gave herself a shock.

"Shandris Feathermoon! What are you doing?"

She scolded herself harshly in her heart,

"You are the Sentinel General! A warrior who has fought in the War of the Ancients and slain countless demons! When did you become so fragile, so sentimental? Like a young girl just starting out, trapped in love!"

This out-of-control emotion made her feel unprecedentedly strange and ashamed.

"Shandris! Shandris!"

Green Shadow's concerned voice sounded, and she gently touched Shandris's arm.

Like a bolt of lightning, it woke Shandris from the whirlpool of her thoughts.

She suddenly came to her senses and found that all eyes in the hall, including Tyrande's worried eyes, were focused on her.

It turned out that Tyrande had called her several times while she was immersed in her inner world.

"Ah! Here!"

Shantis responded hastily, her voice trembling. She tried to straighten her back and hide her inner panic with a military posture, but the slightly red corners of her eyes and slightly rapid breathing could not be hidden from anyone who was paying attention.

Tyrande's silver eyes, which seemed to be able to see into the soul, lingered on her adopted daughter's distraught face for a moment, and then she glanced thoughtfully at Alvin, as well as Akalitrassa, who was excited about the travel plan, and the calm Green Shadow beside him.

As an old woman with a shrewd mind, the wisdom accumulated over thousands of years made her instantly understand the root cause of Shantis's loss of composure.

That kind of hazy sentimental girl's thoughts.

Although Shandris is already a battle-hardened general, in some emotional areas, she is still as green as the morning dew in the forest.

A hint of understanding smile flashed across Tyrande's eyes like moonlight.

"Shandris, we were just discussing sending Elwyn and his companions to Azshara immediately to find the blue dragonlord Azuregos and search for clues to the blue shards and the blue dragonflight."

She paused, her eyes fixed on Shandris's forcedly calm face, and deliberately slowed down her speech.

"I originally wanted you, my most trusted Sentinel General and the hunter most familiar with that dangerous area, to accompany him, guide him and provide support. But..."

"You look exhausted and struggling to concentrate. Being in poor condition is a big no-no for such a significant mission. So, how about..."

The word "worse than" was like a sword of Damocles hanging over Shandris' heart. What might follow was an order to exclude her, such as "You should stay in Hyjal to rest" or "The defense of Ashenvale needs you more"!

All reserve, all concerns, all self-doubts were completely shattered by huge panic at this moment.

The Sentinel General's composure and demeanor were thrown out of the window.

Before Tyrande finished her words, Shandris took a sudden step forward, raising her calloused hand, which had been holding a bow for years, high in the air. Her urgent, broken voice echoed throughout the hall:

"I'll go! Lady Tyrande! I'll go!"

Her voice rose slightly due to excitement, and her cheeks were stained with a layer of obvious red due to the inner struggle just now and the anxiety at this moment.

"I, I'm not tired at all! I was just thinking about the recent reports of naga activity along the coast of Azshara! I'm most familiar with that area! The Sentinels have several hidden lookout points there! I can ensure that the team finds Lord Azuregos's lair as quickly and safely as possible! Please let me come with you!"

She finished her words in one breath, her chest rising and falling slightly, her eyes fixed on Tyrande, as if to say: Don't leave me behind!

There was silence on the platform.

Alvin looked at the Sentinel General who suddenly became extremely excited in some surprise and was unable to react for a moment.

Malfurion looked at his adopted daughter thoughtfully, then at Alvin, as if he understood something.

Tyrande, looking at Shandris's eyes that were particularly bright with eagerness and her slightly flushed cheeks, the last trace of temptation in her eyes completely turned into a gentle smile.

"Okay, then you guys go together!"