Chapter 581

Chapter 581: Sentry Commander

Shandris Feathermoon looks similar to other Night Elf sentries, but Jesse, who is not familiar with Night Elves, can hardly distinguish the difference between them, only sensing a slightly different vibe.

She has darker skin, two deep blue markings under her eyes, and from her posture and visible arm muscles, she appears to be an experienced and strong female warrior. However, she has a gentle expression and is very approachable.

Compared to the great heroes who can manipulate magic, control the elements, or single-handedly defeat Demon Lords without flinching in the face of armies, capable of rewriting history with their own strength, she does not appear particularly outstanding at first glance.

But she is indeed a true ancient elder who has lived for ten thousand years.

During the War of the Ancients, she was a young elven maiden, perhaps not as experienced or skilled in combat as Vereesa is now. But today, she is one of the few beings in this world who witnessed the cataclysmic events firsthand.

Compared to her, even the Sun King Anasterian, whose long lifespan is unimaginable to humans, is just a newcomer who appeared many years later.

Initially, she seemed somewhat concerned about Jesse’s dark power, then she noticed the nearby dwarf and Tauren, but soon, she focused all her attention on Vereesa.

"Vereesa Windrunner, the captain of the Farstriders of Quel’Thalas." With the help of the sentry, Vereesa freed herself from the bindings and said, "It’s a pleasure to meet you, General Shandris Feathermoon."

Shandris said, "The sentry troops often receive reports of finding descendants of Dar’Khan Sunstrider followers. But I have never actually talked to a real Quel’dorei, so I am glad you are here, Ranger Captain Vereesa Windrunner."

After saying that, the sentry general used an Elvish greeting, which surprised Vereesa, but she responded with the same Elvish greeting.

Shandris whispered something to the nearby sentries, then turned to Jesse and said, "Please come inside to talk, guests. I have many things to learn about Celebras and Maraudon."

Jesse exchanged a glance with Greed, then glanced at Vereesa. Vereesa seemed still lost in the nerves of her first conversation with distant relatives from another world. She quickly adjusted her cloak and cape and followed the Night Elves ahead.

Entering the central wooden house in Feathermoon Stronghold, stepping on ancient but sturdy steps, gripping the pillars possibly made from thousands of years old ancient wood, he felt like he could accidentally damage this precious antique.

This wooden house was more like a huge pavilion, at least the first floor was completely open, while the second floor accessed through the stairs appeared to be enclosed.

The interior furnishing was as simple and direct as the exterior, with no extra decorations or embellishments for aesthetics.

Vereesa stood out in the middle, her cloak and the leaf patterns embroidered on it were more intricate than all the patterns in the entire house combined. As a Farstriders ranger, her attire was much simpler compared to mages or nobles.

Vereesa explained to Shandris their purpose of being there, including the process of investigating demons escaping from Maraudon. Of course, she skipped many details related to Jesse’s demon servants.

After listening, Shandris Feathermoon sighed and said, "Cenarius’ descendants have always hoped to enter the Holy Sepulcher guarded by the Centaurs to find traces of Cenarius’ eldest son, Zaetar, and also hope to get our help. But for a long time, we have respected the opinions of the high priests and had no contact or intervention with the Centaurs. Although the Woodland Protectors fully understand this, I have always felt sorry about it personally. So, to some extent, you have helped Celebras, and I am very grateful to you."

By now, Jesse probably understood why Mosa remained silent from head to toe after being captured and also had a bad mood.

Of course, being caught by a group of sentries is nothing to be happy about, but compared to Greed, Vereesa, and himself, Mosa seems inexplicably indifferent to these Night Elves.

Ten thousand years ago, the Night Elves and the Tauren were allies against the Burning Legion, but thousands of years have passed, and the Tauren have almost been wiped out by the sudden rise of the Centaurs, yet the Night Elves have never truly reached out to help.

Of course, this is not because the Night Elves really ignore their former partners.

They were already very few in number, and with a large number of elite Night Elves stationed in the southern Silithus desert guarding the "Wall of Beetles," getting involved in another never-ending racial war that spans half of Kalimdor would be a real struggle for the Night Elves.

By the way, Silithus…

Jesse should not forget that coming to Kalimdor, he still has a very important task – to help Ursula find the Silithid Colossi.

Silithus is a large desert in the southwest of Kalimdor. Compared to the Tanaris Desert where Gadgetzan is located, the living conditions in Silithus are much harsher, with almost no other creatures present besides the lurking Qiraji in the deepest parts of the desert.

A long time ago, the Qiraji suddenly swarmed out to invade Kalimdor. The Night Elves and Bronze Dragons worked together to stop them and built a wall to seal off the Qiraji nests.

They knew that one day the seal would weaken, so they built the Cenarion Hold fortress to guard it.

At that time, no one knew more about the Qiraji than the Night Elves did.

Jesse was thinking about asking General Shandris Feathermoon about the Qiraji when Vereesa mentioned Dethmoora Darkeye.

"Dethmoora," Shandris quietly repeated the name. "I know that name, but I may not have much information to share."

"Any information helps, ma’am," Greed urged anxiously.

Shandris glanced at the dwarf, not as easily upset as Vereesa when referred to as an elf. She explained, "We have been tracking Kaldorei who escaped from Eldre’Thalas for a long time, especially Shen’dralar members."

"Shen’dralar?" Greed asked. "What is that?"