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What Levin said before was actually to be polite first and then to attack later. This is his way of negotiating.

Of course, he must not just watch Tyrande encounter an accident in the palace and then seek revenge afterwards. The reason why he said this was just for negotiation needs. Since his goal was to enlist the help of Dath'Remar to rescue Tyrande, this made Tyrande become a bargaining chip in the opponent's hands to a certain extent, making the status of the two parties in this negotiation naturally unequal.

In this unequal negotiation environment, Levin needs to appropriately reduce the importance of the "hostage" while imposing an equal threat to the other party. He knows very well that a truly solid agreement can only be reached when both parties have the ability to check and balance each other.

However, his series of negotiation methods seemed to be in vain because he misjudged the other party's concerns.

"Levin Cuiye?" Dath'Rema had obvious shock on his face when he heard the name.

Levin's name is now known on both sides of the war. His maverick druid image and the series of heroic feats he accomplished made his name a legend known to everyone in both camps.

"... You can stay." Dath'Rema's eyes flickered slightly. He looked down at Aliles, who was sleeping peacefully on his lap. After pondering for a moment, he finally made a decision, " I only have this one precious daughter, so I sincerely hope that you will not let her down. Oh, by the way, how old are you this year?"

"What do you mean, don't live up to her love? Also, why are you asking about my age?" Levin muttered in his heart, feeling a little dumbfounded, "What's going on with this attitude of entrusting your daughter to your son-in-law?"

Nonetheless, he made up an age and told it to Dath'Remar. He drew on his own age in the Harry Potter world and converted it to the age of the night elves in this world, which was probably just adulthood.

After hearing this, Dathrema nodded with satisfaction and continued: "...Aside from temporarily providing you with shelter, I can't make any other guarantees to you now. However, if things are really as you think, Said, maybe next time I come back, I will help you enter the pressure tube." 1

"Thank you very much for your generous help. I will wait patiently for your good news." Levin nodded to Dath'Remar with gratitude.

At this moment, he noticed that Eleleith in Dasrema's arms began to slowly wake up.

In order not to frighten the little girl, Levin quickly changed into his original crow image and stood quietly in the room.

Alice knew nothing about her previous experience of being hypnotized by Levin. She rubbed her hazy sleepy eyes and saw the crow in front of her. She immediately screamed happily and pounced on Levin without hesitation, completely ignoring her father's complicated behavior. eyes.

In the days that followed, the life of the Sunstrider family seemed to return to its former peace and harmony, as if the profound conversation between Levin and Dath'Remar had never happened.

Perhaps Levin's description was too vivid and powerful, or perhaps his words really touched Dath'Rema's heart. Although Dath'Remar only said that he would provide asylum to Levin, the day after the conversation, he gave Shi Wendai an unexpected surprise.

Since rejecting Azshara's invitation in person last time, Tyrande's situation has declined sharply, and her treatment is not as good as before.

He was originally under house arrest in a magnificent palace, but now he doesn't even have this kind of treatment and is imprisoned in a dark and damp dungeon of the palace. However, no matter how the environment changed, Tyrande's tenacious will remained the same and never wavered.

As time passed, hunger began to gnaw at Tyrande's body like a wild beast.

This is not a good sign. The moon goddess Elune had provided her with nourishment for a long time, but there were so many creatures on the continent of Kalimdor that all needed the goddess's protection, and she could not devote too much power to one priestess.

Tyrande knew this very well, and did not think that this was a betrayal by the Moon Goddess, and had no complaints. Instead, he was grateful for everything Elune had done for him. She knew very well that now was the time to test her frail body, but fortunately, the practice of the sisterhood had laid a solid foundation for her, enough to support her through this difficult time.

Whenever the sun sets and twilight gets darker, there will always be an upper elf guard bringing a bowl of thin porridge. The bowl of rice was usually placed haphazardly in the corner of the cell, but Tyrande never touched it. In addition to adhering to the integrity of "not eating Zhousu", part of the reason was that she suspected that the gruel in the bowl was the leftover leftovers of the enemy, used to humiliate her dignity.

As Elune's chosen one, even for the dignity of the Moon Goddess, she would rather choose hunger than bow to humiliation.

In fact, if Tyrande revealed even a hint to the Highborne that she was hungry, the impenetrable doors of the arcane prison would be partially lifted. In this way, the milky white exquisite tableware can carry the meal through the arcane barrier and reach her hands.

The conditions sounded great, but what happened next made Tyrande even more grateful for her choice.

Tyrande couldn't help but feel scared every time she thought about Ms. Vashj trying to poison her food, trying to kill her, and she was glad that she had never touched any food.

However, this did not change the fact that Tyrande was starving. In her eyes at this time, the cold and condensed food in the bowl exuded an alluring aroma.

It is not only delicious food that can satisfy your hunger, but also the hope of life.

The common sense of the priestess told her that with just one bite, she would be able to absorb enough nutrients to support her through another difficult day; if she could take the full bowl of food into her belly, she would be able to get enough nutrition from it. Can survive a week or even longer.

However, she was too weak. Under the current situation, eating alone has become a luxury without the help of others. Now she is so weak that she needs to be fed.

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But she doesn't want to show her weak side to others, because that will undoubtedly become a weakness that the devils can exploit.

At this moment, the sound of the cell door being unlocked broke the silence. Tyrande quickly looked away from the rice bowl on the ground. She didn't want anyone to notice her declining physical condition.

An expressionless guard opened the door, and then an upper elf walked in. This elf was a strange face to Tyrande, and his gleaming robes were particularly eye-catching in the dim dungeon. He was obviously very proud of his handsome appearance, and he walked so confidently and calmly every step of the way.

Unlike other thin upper elves, his body is strong and powerful, with clear muscle lines. The most attractive thing is his light purple skin, which exudes a mysterious luster in the dark dungeon. Especially his long golden hair, which will shine dazzlingly in the sun. Tyrande had never seen such a unique hair color before, and she couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

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However, like all highborne elves, he also has an innate look of arrogance on his face. This arrogance was even more apparent when talking to the guards, as if his every word and deed were unquestionable orders.

"Back off." He said to the guard calmly.

The guard looked respectful in front of this mage. With this mage present, he was eager to leave as soon as possible. He quickly locked the cell door, then turned around and strode away without any hesitation.

"Holy Priestess," the highborne greeted her in a relatively gentle tone, in sharp contrast to the arrogant orders she had given the guards before, "you can actually make your life more comfortable."

Tyrande responded without hesitation: "I am content with the comfort of the Moon Goddess. I neither need nor desire other worldly enjoyments."

Upon hearing this, the upper elf's facial expression changed subtly, and Tyrande keenly caught a look of regret flashing in his eyes, as if he felt that he should not have spoken like he just did.

Tyrande could feel the kindness the other party was trying to convey, which surprised her. She originally thought that all the highborne elves had become the pawns of the demon leader and Azshara [but the elf in front of her made her see different possibilities.

"Priestess—" He was about to continue the conversation.

"You can just call me Tyrande," she interrupted gently, trying to be more friendly, "Tyrande Whisperwind."

"Ms. Tyrande, I am Dath'Remar Sunstrider," the upper elf replied, and there was no trace of arrogance in his voice at this moment. "I am the twentieth generation noble of the Empress... 013504110 Feilu 211311081]

"A hereditary family with a long history." Tyrande expressed his appreciation at the right time, "You do have reason to be proud of it."