On the first of the day, Tyrande was busy greeting the leaders of the various countries. Thanks to the battle at Mount Hyjal and her relationship with Durin, they were all on good terms.
Of course, the final victor would still be the private gathering at night.
At ten at night, Tyrande arrived at the guesthouse of Sin 'dorei under the protection of sentries.
Along the way, not only were there sentries every few steps, but there were also teams of elite guards patrolling the area. There was also a large three-dimensional protective magic formation set up by the Arcanists of Sin 'dorei. The security was so tight that it left one speechless.
Looking at the solemn and nervous expressions of the guards, Melande subconsciously thought that they were about to hold an important meeting that concerned the survival of the world. Seeing how relaxed High Priestess Tyrande looked, holding a thin bag in her left hand and humming a song as she went to the meeting, Melande finally couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Sister! Is it really okay to be so casual? "
As a member of the Elune Sisterhood, this was how they addressed the older and higher priestesses.
Tyrande smiled. "Sister, it's fine. I'm really just going to make friends. The tight security is just a trick to fool outsiders."
Really?
Tyrande's casual tone didn't match the solemn atmosphere at all.
Under the guidance of the leader of the Blood Elf Paladins, Liadeline, Tyrande and the others finally arrived at the basement of the guesthouse.
In such a secluded place?
Could it be a trap?
Melande couldn't help but gulp. Just what kind of battle of words was waiting for him in front of him?
At the entrance, the stern-faced female guards opened the door.
The heavy door creaked open!
Suddenly!
An unimaginable wave of voices came rushing at them.
"Catch her! Don't let her get away! "The voice giggled.
"Boohoo! You sisters are bullying me! "The female voice sounded aggrieved.
"Jaina, don't use magic!" Someone complained.
"Then Sasha, put away your rubber arrows first!" Someone protested.
Melande recognized every voice.
But Melande didn't dare to confirm it.
In the next second, a slender figure in disheveled clothes rushed through the tall, opaque entrance and rushed to the door.
Melander's jaw dropped. This was the famous Master of Theramore, Queen Jaina Proudmoore of Kul 'Tiras!
The problem was that Jaina was wearing a silver bra, a translucent light blue nightgown and a pair of silver briefs.
"Sister Tyrande! Come quickly! The Windrunner sisters were bullying him! Let's do three against three! "Jaina grabbed Tyrande's hand anxiously.
In the blink of an eye, a white pillow flew across the air and hit Jaina's head.
Jaina immediately let out a whimper that sounded like a small animal.
"Wuuu —"
Then the stitches on the pillow seemed to loosen, and the snow-white velvet inside flew out in all directions.
"Sure! I will join the battle! " Tyrande smiled as she took off her clothes, revealing a body that Melanie could not help but think was perfect no matter how many times she looked at it. She then put on a white nightgown.
Tyrande, who had always looked holy and noble, turned to look at her confidant with a reproachful expression. "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a slumber party or a pillow fight before? "
Melander was stunned. "Sister, this is …"
"A custom passed down from the humans!" Tyrande chuckled as she threw a pillow back at Melander. This time, it was Sasha who hugged her head and whimpered.
It was hard to describe Melander's current embarrassment.
But … this was probably a good thing!
"Sister, have fun!" Melander said almost subconsciously.
"Yes, I will! Come and get me when the sun rises. " With that, Tyrande threw another pillow that could twist and turn at Cirvanas, who was dodging at high speed.
The heavy door slowly closed.
Melander stood there in a daze as if he had just seen a new world. After a long while, he asked Riadeline, "Do all the queens of the Alliance like to play like this?"
Riadeline put her hands on her hips and sighed. "Of course not. This is a small circle that you don't know about. Poor Queen Kalia couldn't get in even after waiting for twenty years. "
Melander was confused.
Regardless, Melander still felt happy for Tyrande. As someone close to her, she knew how Tyrande had lived for the past ten thousand years. Politically, she had to exile her fellow High Elves and face Fandral's provocations. Privately, she had rejected the Stormrage Brothers because of that incident.
Although Tyrande's face was always filled with warmth and kindness, she had never been happy on the inside.
It had been a long time since she had seen her happy.
What happened to Tyrande? Why did she suddenly change after a trip to the Gushing Spring Lake?
What she didn't know was that Duque, the key person in this matter, was about to vomit.
"F * ck, I should never have taught the method of distilling liquor to those damn dwarves!" The drunken Duque looked at the corpses of the four dwarves in the hall of the Steel Stove Castle State Guesthouse: Magni, Kudran, Gerbin, and Bu Laing. Duque was furious.
His boss was drunk, so someone had to clean up the mess. The guards of the Steel Stove Castle came in and dragged their boss away as if they were used to it.
On Duque's side, a maid came to his rescue.
"Master! According to you, you're asking for it! "Vanessa spat out her poisonous tongue.
"Ugh, send me back to the Storm State Guesthouse!"
"Aurelia and the others are having a pajama party." Vanessa purposely provoked Duque.
Duque imagined it. Hmm, it was a scene that could reach the level of "killing a virgin". But not now.
That bastard Magni saw that he couldn't win with just one type of wine, so he mixed it with another. In the end, even if Duque won, it was a pyrrhic victory. Those vodka-like things had been specially added with some kind of bubble drink. Once he drank it, the smell of alcohol would rush to his head.
Even though Duque had used all his magic circuits and had the system elf help his body detoxify, his combat ability was still reduced by more than half!
Asking Duque to go there now was like sending himself to his death.
Duque shook his head like a rattle drum. "Be good! Be good and send me back to the guesthouse! "
"Okay, okay, okay!" Vanessa agreed. But in a place where Duque didn't notice, Vanessa smiled as if she had succeeded.
Groggy, Duque first went to the toilet to vomit. Then, he let Vanessa help him wipe his body and fell on the bed like a dead dog.
"System elf, other than those on the safety list, if anyone else comes near, you have to wake me up even if you use electric shock."
"Understood! Don't worry, host! "
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