Chapter 580

Chapter 580: Feathermoon Stronghold

After walking in the forest for about three to four days, being captured by the sentry was not all bad. At least, they didn’t have to struggle to find food and water by themselves.

Although most of the food provided by the Night Elves was fruits and roots, with not much meat, for Jesse and his companions who had been eating various grilled meats and jerky along the way, it was a slight balance in their diet.

However, by the morning of the fourth day, Jesse still couldn’t help feeling parched in his mouth and stomach, becoming more and more exhausted.

After the catastrophe of the Well of Eternity’s explosion, the dragons planted the World Tree Nordrassil on top of Mount Hyjal. They blessed this tree and the Night Elves with their power, as long as the tree lives, the Night Elves could have eternal life.

In other words, the main source of energy for these Night Elves was not food at all. But as a human, Jesse didn’t have the blessing of the World Tree, and he couldn’t adapt to constantly eating so sparingly.

At noon, the sentries led everyone to the edge of a cliff where they could see a vast empty tidal flat in the distance. Further away, there was a hazy object that was hard to make out. But this was the most unusual sight they had seen since entering Feralas.

They followed a small path down the cliff to the tidal flat, as the group gradually found themselves surrounded by a dense grey mist walking straight into the fog.

Before long, when Jesse looked back, even the forest behind them was no longer visible. Only the shadows cast by the towering tree canopies or the faint outline of a cliff extending abruptly could be seen.

After walking for some time, even these last traces disappeared.

Suddenly, a lone star appeared in the distance, guiding the group forward. As they approached, they discovered that this Arcane starlight was shining on a Night Elf wooden gate, supported by a crescent-shaped wooden ornament.

Beyond this wooden gate was an old boardwalk, where a small purple sailboat was moored. Several guards stood silently watching them, motionless.

This star was the only source of light at the pier. Apart from this small dock, there was nothing else related to civilization on the quiet beach.

Looking around, a strong sense of loneliness gripped Jesse’s chest. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to live for thousands of years in such an environment.

Time and space lost their meaning in this vast sea, as the thick fog swallowed everything in its path.

After getting on the ship, everyone fell quiet, including Greed. Vereesa couldn’t stop looking at the Night Elves and the very simple sailboat. She looked very surprised.

In Silvermoon City and even in Dalaran, everything related to High Elves is very grand. For many High Elves, their relatives’ living environment here may seem very different from what they are used to.

Even Jesse could feel a sense of ancient and heavy atmosphere from the Night Elves’ clothing, weapons, and the ship. Vereesa, being their fellow, felt it even more clearly.

They had been sailing on the sea for not more than a day. Even with the fog blocking the view, Jesse could roughly tell the time by the brightness of the sky. But this day’s time might have been more difficult for Jesse than taking a boat from Stormwind to Menethil Harbor.

When the ship docked, Jesse felt a bit confused. After getting off the ship and looking at the forest in front of him, darkened by the fog covering the sunlight or moonlight, with tall stone towers and wooden houses, he found it hard to connect the term "stronghold" with these scattered buildings.

But this was indeed Feathermoon Stronghold, exactly like the Feathermoon Stronghold before the Cataclysm in the game.

Jesse rarely saw a place where reality was almost identical to a game scene. Whether it was Lordaeron royal city or Stormwind, they were much larger and more complex than the game, but Feathermoon Stronghold… was almost the same as in the game.

He could almost point out where General Shandris Feathermoon lived – under the most prominent double-story wooden house in the far middle. In the game, Shandris Feathermoon commanded the sentry forces defending the forest from inside.

Sure enough, shortly after their arrival, the sentry captain hurried into that wooden house.

Jesse and his friends waited here for a while, the whole Feathermoon Stronghold was so quiet that it made them uneasy. It wasn’t empty with no one around, occasionally they saw Kaldorei passing by, mostly sentries, as well as residents or workers with other duties in the stronghold. But these people mostly kept silent, even when they talked, it was in hushed tones, making the already quiet forest village even more eerie.

"Have you noticed, Jesse?" Greed tried to lower his voice, attempting not to disrupt the strange quiet atmosphere.

"It seems like the soldiers here are all women, look at those in armor, carrying strange weapons, patrollers with bows, they are all female elves."

After saying this, he glanced at Vereesa next to him and asked, "Or am I mistaken about their gender again? The first time I saw you High Elves, it was also difficult to tell."

Vereesa took a deep breath and said, "The Kaldorei sentries are all women."

"Then where are the men?" Greed said, "I haven’t seen a single man since coming here."

Vereesa did not respond further on this topic, she seemed a bit nervous, staring at the largest and most prominent building in the middle, which was where General Shandris Feathermoon was located.

"If Sylvanas finds out I got caught here, looking like this meeting the Kaldorei leader, she would definitely scold me, it’s so embarrassing," she muttered under her breath.

"Then don’t tell her," Jesse said, "Besides us, no one else knows, and the elves here won’t specifically go to your sister to report about this meeting."

"Then don’t tell anyone else," Vereesa said to him and the dwarf.

"Of course not!" Greed replied.

"And you, Jesse, promise me quickly!"

"Okay, I promise, I promise…"

"Mosa? Let it go…"

At that moment, a female elf wearing a gray-purple robe appeared at the entrance of the wooden house, and everyone immediately fell silent.

The female elf was quite tall, her dark blue long hair pulled back into a high ponytail, the silver light in her eyes flickering as she looked in this direction.

A tall male Night Elf guard stood beside her, with purple hair and dark skin as if he was the night itself, clad in sturdy heavy dark green armor.

When Greed saw the male elf, he widened his eyes and muttered to himself, "Why is he so tall?"

Yes, Night Elf men are taller and stronger than High Elves, they may even be almost the same size as Mosa.

Along with Jesse and the others, he arrived at Feathermoon Stronghold with the captain of the sentry, escorting the female elf with deep blue hair, who slowly approached Jesse and the others.

The female elf looked over the people here, her gaze lingered on Jesse for a moment, furrowing her brows slightly, then glanced at the Celebras’ horn in her hand.

Jesse felt like she might have sensed the shadow magic on him, he knew his dark magic couldn’t escape her eyes, but she didn’t say much about it.

"I am Shandris Feathermoon, the sentry commander stationed here by the order of the high priestess Tyrande Whisperwind," the female elf raised her head and spoke in a very fluent language, "This is indeed Guardian Celebras’ horn, I have known him and his father for a long time. I apologize for bringing you here in this manner, now please release them, Karanveena."