Mercy

"Yes, he truly is a man!" The sentry captain was full of praise when mentioning the wounded Dark Iron dwarf outside.

Because if it were him, he would probably have fainted from the pain long ago.

Under normal circumstances, Tyrande would instruct the sentry captain to have Broll Bearmantle heal the Dark Iron dwarf. However, now that Moira Thaurissan, the leader of the Dark Iron dwarves, was visiting, whether out of pretense or genuine respect, Tyrande should put aside her status and personally heal the dwarf.

"This dwarven warrior was injured while supporting us, I will personally heal him!" Tyrande stood up, "The injury is urgent, lead the way, my captain."

"I thank you, High Priestess, for extending your helping hand to this compatriot!" Moira said with delight.

"It is only right." Tyrande replied with a smile as she walked, praising, "You Dark Iron dwarves are all fearless warriors. I should be the one thanking you, I am very grateful for your selfless assistance!"

Moira demurred, but she was actually quite happy. After all, she was the leader of the Dark Iron dwarves, and she felt honored when her people were praised.

Tyrande was tall and had long legs. She walked quickly, leaving Moira behind in a few steps. She knew that now was not the time to be polite, and surely Moira would not be unhappy with her impoliteness because she was anxious to save a Dark Iron dwarf—in fact, Moira didn't care about those formalities at all. The dwarven princess completely disregarded her status and jogged to catch up.

When the Dark Iron dwarves outside saw the sentry captain leading a dark elf with long, dark green hair out of the palace, the Dark Iron dwarf on the stretcher recognized her at a glance as the leader of the entire night elf race, the Priestess of the Moon, Tyrande Whisperwind!

He held his breath, not daring to reveal the slightest flaw.

He had imagined that Tyrande would appear, but he knew in his heart that the chances of this happening were very low. Generally speaking, things that the great druid Broll could handle would not trouble her. It was just that the Dark Iron dwarf had encountered a fortunate opportunity—the leader of the Dark Iron dwarves, Moira Thaurissan, was meeting with Tyrande.

"Is that the warrior? Oh…Elune be with us." Tyrande followed the sentry captain's guidance and saw the group of Dark Iron dwarves next to the Tree of Nordrassil, and then saw the injured person lying on the stretcher.

She had expected the situation to be bad, otherwise he wouldn't have been sent here, but she never imagined it would be so serious—she felt that the Dark Iron dwarf on the stretcher had a turbulent power of flame flowing throughout his body. If a normal person encountered such an injury, they would probably be burned to ashes in just a few breaths. For this Dark Iron dwarf to be able to persist from the front line to here, it was not just strong will, his physique must also be very special.

Tyrande had heard that Dark Iron dwarves often lived with lava, high temperatures, and furnaces, perhaps that was why they were able to withstand such flames?

She found a reasonable explanation for this anomaly. She quickened her pace and said, "Warriors, put him down, let me pray to the Moon Goddess for a blessing to heal him. He will be fine, believe me!"

Tyrande softly encouraged the Dark Iron dwarves, her heart filled with pity, making her yearn for the goddess to grant her grace to alleviate the pain of this dwarven warrior.

The Dark Iron dwarves obeyed and put the stretcher down, standing aside.

Tyrande squatted down, gently closed her eyes, and prayed for the Moon Goddess's blessing. A soft, milky white light formed in her palm, and a pure and immense healing power quickly formed.

While concentrating on her prayer, Tyrande did not see the Dark Iron dwarf on the stretcher staring at her coldly. He quietly raised his hand, and the essence of flame was silently gathering.

Just as the Dark Iron dwarf was about to attack, and Tyrande's healing magic was about to be completed, Moira's terrified cry suddenly came from behind her:

"Careful! Tyrande, careful!"

The others had not noticed the Dark Iron dwarf's movements on the stretcher, but Moira, who had rushed over, saw it.

Although she was a little far away, she recognized the true identity of the Dark Iron dwarf on the stretcher at a glance—even though the other party's appearance had undergone earth-shattering changes, she still recognized him!

That was the man Moira was most familiar with besides her father, the former King of the Dark Iron Dwarves, her husband, Emperor Dagran Thaurissan!

Now Moira inherited Dagran's surname. She had always thought that her man had already sacrificed himself in Blackrock Depths. She never expected that after three years, this man, who should have died, would reappear in such a way and be plotting against Tyrande!

No matter what his difficulties or for what purpose, Moira had to stop him!

Tyrande woke up in shock. When she opened her eyes, she saw a pair of cold and crazy eyes. The Dark Iron dwarf on the stretcher suddenly sat up and pounced on her. His palms were condensed with terrifying temperatures, and even his whole body was burning.

"Die!" Emperor Thaurissan shouted.

His body instantly turned into another appearance: his whole body began to burn, his beard and hair were like red-hot charcoal filaments, and his pupils emitted a terrifying red light. Under that translucent skin, the pure essence of flame could be clearly seen flowing in the grotesquely shaped blood vessels. The "morbid" state and pain he had just pretended had given him almost infinite power!

At this moment, he transformed into his true form—the chosen one of the Fire Lord, "Fire Priest" Emperor Thaurissan!

This was a long-planned strike by a demigod. The other night elf sentries around were shocked and angry, but there was no time to rescue her. The Dark Iron dwarves who had come with Emperor Thaurissan drew their weapons and rushed forward bravely to block them.

People could only watch Tyrande being attacked.

That was a demigod—Tyrande had no time to prepare. When she reacted, it was already too late.

Even if she was prepared, at such a distance, it would be difficult for a priestess who excelled at ranged attacks to contend with the Fire Priest's attack. She could do nothing and could not resist at all.

"Moon Goddess Elune…" At this time, Tyrande could only pray to the god she believed in, "Please have mercy on your servant."

"Prayer is useless!" Emperor Thaurissan thought viciously when he saw Tyrande close her eyes again, thinking that the other party was completely desperate, so she closed her eyes and waited for death. With this punch, everything would change.

This violent punch hit Tyrande's abdomen solidly. She groaned, and her whole body flew out.

"Success!" Emperor Thaurissan laughed wildly amidst the exclamations of the crowd. He had accomplished a great feat!

In the next moment, this night elf high priest, who was respected by everyone, would be burned all over, and the essence of flame would burn her to ashes in a few breaths. Nothing could save her!

The elven sentries were shocked and terrified. If the high priest, who was loved by everyone, was killed in front of them, then they would simply be damned! What's more, this enemy was brought to their doorstep by themselves?

Moira also felt terrible. The person who attacked the high priest was a group of Dark Iron dwarves! Although she could be sure that these were not the people under her rule, if Tyrande were to die, she would really be unable to defend herself. It was possible for the night elves to start a war with Ironforge because of this.

That would be a disaster!

After succeeding with his strike, Thaurissan confidently turned around and, taking advantage of the opportunity that his Dark Iron dwarf subordinates were holding up the other sentries, strode towards the World Tree. The druids under the Tree of Nordrassil had already reacted, but Thaurissan believed that these guys alone could not stop him.

"Dagran Thaurissan!" A voice filled with anger and disappointment came from behind him.

Moira shouted this name loudly, "Are you crazy, why are you doing this!"

"Those who dare to block our path will be swallowed by flames." Thaurissan replied coldly and ruthlessly. He didn't even turn his head, treating Moira completely like a stranger, completely forgetting how much he loved this woman back then, and was even willing to sacrifice his life for her.

He had to hurry up and complete the task assigned by his master and completely burn down the World Tree. Neither the sentries nor the druids could stop him! As for the animals under the tree that were eyeing him covetously? As a priest of the Fire God, how could he be worried about a group of beasts!

Unless Malfurion or those ancient demigods personally took action, no one could stop him from destroying Nordrassil!

According to the power of Thaurissan's punch, Tyrande should have been burned by the flames at this time, but she wasn't. At the moment Tyrande was hit, the moon-shaped mark on her forehead suddenly emitted a faint silver glow, and the divine power of the Moon God Elune descended on her through that mark, protecting her severely injured body.

Dwarf Princess Moira strode forward and helped Tyrande up. She reached out to test the other person's breath, fearing that the night elf high priest would die. Fortunately, the worst situation she was worried about did not happen. Tyrande groaned and woke up.

She felt very uncomfortable in her abdomen, but a pure and cool power kept seeping over, constantly washing away the pain of the flame burns near the wound.

Tyrande almost burst into tears of joy. She was very clear that it was the divine power of the Moon Goddess Elune! The goddess had once again protected her believers!

Tyrande endured the pain and waved her hand to release a magic signal. On the side of the Cenarion Council's building, Broll Bearmantle suddenly stood up and instantly transformed into an eagle form, flying towards here. People in other places also put down everything they were doing when they saw the signal and hurried over here.

It would take some time for reinforcements to arrive, and Thaurissan was well aware of this. He was not prepared to give the enemy any chance. His strength was far beyond that of the people here, so much so that no one could block his casual blow.

Moira bit her lip and said to Tyrande, "Madam, you heal your wounds first, I will stop that bastard!"

Without waiting for the other party to respond, she took a elven scimitar from the injured sentry's hand and strode towards Dagran Thaurissan.

She was very clear that her beloved husband had died in the Molten Core, and the Dark Iron dwarf burning all over was just a monster occupying his body!

"That bastard, I have to kill him!" Moira gritted her teeth.