On this night, except for the noisy banquet used to stabilize people's hearts, the entire Suramar was quiet, but there were also many things happening in the city.

For example, on the high tower outside the city dock that Blake had paid attention to, a meeting initiated by the city's great nobles and leaders had just come to an end. The participants, who were a little tired from many days of discussions, now

Taking a short rest on the outer ring of the tower dome.

This meeting has been going on for a long time, even for the elves, but it has not reached a conclusion that can reassure everyone.

"There's something strange about the moonlight tonight."

The high-ranking priests of Elune gathered on a dome platform in the Tower of Darkness. They prayed to the moonlight to relieve their mental fatigue, but soon an old priest discovered the changes in the moon tonight.

He said to his companions around him:

"Maybe it's my imagination, but in the past ten minutes, the moon phase has changed three times. This may be a warning from the moon god.

Combined with the discussions in previous meetings, this makes me feel very uneasy."

"If I were you, it might be a little early to feel uneasy."

Another high-ranking priest shook her head. She retorted but was not sarcastic. This priest was Ms. Diana, the administrator of the Sisters of Elune in Suramar.

She did not raise her head to look at the moon, but stood by the ornate railing and looked at the night view of Suramar not far away.

Although the city was full of prosperity as far as the eye could see, just like the stars and the moon reflecting on the earth as a shining pearl, there was still sadness that could not be wiped away from the eyes of this priestess.

She looked out along the central axis of the gorgeous city below. Outside the main city, the small towns dotted on the Great Plains of Suramar were like "star rings" guarding the city. They also emitted light in the dark night.

bright light.

But that's not magic light.

That is the light emitted by the Arcandor trees planted in those small towns absorbing magic in the dark night. The strange tree shaped by Queen Azshara with her supreme wisdom is a real miracle. Its appearance makes people wonder.

The Priests of the Moon, who were always wary of arcane magic, were all amazed.

"Oh, what a holy place it was."

The high priestess sighed.

The city in her eyes was far away from the Holy Land of Elune in her memory. Thousands of years ago, this city was the base camp for the priestesses of Elune to promote the glory of the Moon God.

But like time passing by in the blink of an eye, today's Suramar is becoming more and more grand in the shape of the spellcasters who control magic, but it is also getting further and further away from the glory of Elune.

This city is still on the same land as it once was, but the people here are no longer the same people.

"You just heard that the mages are going to build a magic well here to imitate the Well of Eternity. That is the order from Queen Azshara. The great arcanists have already dug the main body underground, and they are just waiting for Elisan

De placed the Queen's treasures in it.

Once the magical well is established here, its resonance with the Well of Eternity and the other cities where the Princes of Magic sit is enough to spread arcane light throughout the empire.

The people's use of magic will reach new heights, and we... we will be seen as a symbol of backwardness, just like what happened in Zin-Azshari a hundred years ago."

The priestess whispered:

"Elisande is politely urging us to leave Suramar. My brother Val'sharah is also ready to accept us. The Moon God is about to lose his bright pearl.

They gave us a decent departure and gave us enough funds to repair the ancient temple in Val'sharah. Perhaps, it's time for us to leave."

The words of the priestess silenced the surrounding companions.

These followers who insist on the glory of Elune are not timid people, but no matter how courageous they are at this moment, they cannot withstand the rolling torrent of the times.

The Sisters of Elune have lost Zin-Azshari, and now they are about to lose Suramar. Perhaps in a few hundred years, the belief in the Moon God will stop in areas that cannot be covered by arcane magic, and can only be found in the empire's

The fringes linger.

"Don't be so pessimistic, my sister."

The old priest who spoke first was not desperate. He patted the railing and said to the other priests:

"Didn't the Queen allow us to keep the temple? Even in Zin-Azshari, where magic has been abused, we still have our temple, and there are still some believers who are willing to follow Elune.

Magic may be the main theme of this era, but I firmly believe that the glory of Elune will never fade away from the elves.

We should persist.

At this point, I have to mention one more thing, are you really unable to contact Zin-Azshari’s temple?”

"cannot."

The high-ranking priestess shook her head and said seriously:

"Starting three days ago, our contact with Zin-Azshari was completely severed. Even Lady Elune's magic can no longer contact our fellow travelers in the capital.

Didn't Elisande just say that? Their magic was also blocked.

Now no one knows what happened to Zin-Azshari. The mages said that they detected strong fluctuations in the Well of Eternity, which were stronger than any magical fluctuations in the past thousands of years.

They speculate that there is a disturbance in the Well of Eternity, but I highly doubt this.

There was also a huge energy fluctuation that came from the direction of Azsuna a few hours ago, and that terrifying energy fluctuation made us clergy feel trembling."

The priestess paused and said sadly:

"I feel uneasy, brothers and sisters. It seems that something terrible has happened. It is beyond our expectation. Maybe we should..."

"Priests! Priests! Come in quickly!"

Just when the Moon Priests were discussing the recent changes, the attendant from the Grand Mage appeared in the stream of teleportation. She adjusted her sleeves gracefully and said to the Moon Priests:

"The Grand Magister has summoned you to the conference hall. A new situation has occurred. We have obtained important information from the Azsuna area. In addition, please be prepared to meet the noble one."

"Um?"

This additional reminder made several high-ranking priests look at each other in surprise, and the high priest of the moon who was sitting locally asked in confusion:

"Meet the noble? Is the queen here in person?"

"No, it's not our supreme Light of the Thousand Moons, but His Majesty the Emperor from another country."

The attendant explained very seriously:

"It is said that the emperor witnessed everything that happened in Azsuna, and he also brought magic items to record the events. In short, the Grand Magister requires everyone to go to the conference room as quickly as possible."

After speaking, the attendant hesitated for a moment.

She glanced at the Moon God emblems in the hands of the priests and remembered that a few years ago, she and her family were sincere believers in the Moon God. In a feeling similar to guilt, she reminded her in a low voice:

"The news that His Majesty brought is not good. Everyone, please be mentally prepared. In addition, the news has been sent to Lord Ravencrest, and he has already set off for Suramar."

"The great lord was also alerted?"

Several Moon Priests looked at each other, and they all felt the seriousness of the problem.

High Lord Kurtalos Ravencrest is a real important minister under Queen Azshara. The Moon Guard and Ranger Legion he commands in Black Crow Castle are important military forces to defend the capital.

In terms of the division of the administrative system, Lord Ravencrest is even higher than the magic princes who are sitting outside. No matter how chaotic the Queen's luxurious palace is now, Ravencrest is still the mainstay.

Even the newly powerful Lord Xavius, who had ascended to a high position by relying on his words and the Queen's favor, did not dare to confront Lord Ravencrest in the court.

In addition to being the commander of the army, that lord is also the lord of Black Crow Castle and Suramar. What happened here can actually alarm him, which proves the importance of the incident at this time.

The priests did not dare to delay any longer, and they quickly entered the conference hall under the leadership of their attendants.

The conference hall of this meeting has been sealed. Except for the Grand Magister Elisande, who is responsible for Suramar's magical affairs, there are only Sir Moonshire and a few big nobles, as well as the captain of the Moon Guard in the local Moon Guard Fortress.

Here he represents his allegiance to Lord Curtalos Ravencrest.

After the high-ranking priests entered the conference hall, the door of the building was immediately closed. As they sat down, Elisande, who was wearing a very "high elf-style" robe, stood up.

The Grand Magister, who was deeply trusted by the Queen, coughed. Her beautiful face and fair skin shone under the magic light, proving her identity.

She is an honorable member of the Highborne who follow the Queen.

But at this moment, the always arrogant leader of the upper elf had an extremely serious expression on her face. She said to everyone:

"I think everyone has known about the news that His Majesty Shaohao, the Pandaren Emperor of Pandaria, has traveled to the Elf Empire before. We received a message from Elre'Thalas two days ago. Prince Tortheldrin asked us to be ready to receive foreign countries.

The emperor's preparations, and just an hour ago, the emperor appeared in the small town outside Suramar.

He has terrible news for us."

Having said this, the Grand Mage, who had always imitated the Queen in all aspects, could no longer maintain her calm expression. She pursed her lips and said softly:

"Azuna is finished.

The city of Narthalas and the magical prince Faroldis who guarded it have been destroyed, and the empire lost an important city and hundreds of thousands of people overnight."

This news shocked everyone in the conference hall to stand up. Sir Yuejun, who had a distinguished position in Suramar, even accidentally broke his beautiful beard that he was proud of.

His eyes flashed with fear, and he asked again:

"What caused it? Is it an invasion? Or... magic is out of control? I remember that the city of Narthalas was built on the magic node in the Azsuna Mountains, and the most recent city was Zin-Azshari like Suramar.

Provide magic."

This question did not receive an immediate answer. The Grand Mage looked at everyone's eyes. She was thinking about her words. After a few seconds, she shook her head, feeling that she still could not tell the terrible truth.

She sat back on her luxurious chair a little tired and uneasy, waved her hands, and said to the others:

"Let His Majesty Shaohao come and tell everyone personally, but I want to remind you that whether what happens tonight is true or false, you must keep your mouths shut!

No one is allowed to discuss this matter privately with anyone else until Lord Ravencrest arrives and makes a decision!
To be continued...