"Bang"

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground can be heard from the deepest underground of the Watcher's Cave, where the distance from the ground is at least about 150 meters, the depth of the rock is very solid, it has been shaped by special magic to resemble a cavern, and it is full of shadow traps, unless you are extremely familiar with this place, there is only one result for any outsider to go wild in this place.

Die... And it's going to die a terrible death.

In this quiet darkness, the High Priestess of the Moon, Tyrande, followed closely behind Mavi, her gaze swept over the stone walls on both sides of the cave, and there were many "special" specimens hanging from them, most of them were demons, and some strange otherworldly creatures.

These are the prey that the Watchers have found in the past 10,000 years, most of them are some scum who "smuggled" into this world, many of them are powerful creatures from the stars, but they still fall here, and die tragically under the Watcher's shadow blade, the activities of this organization in the world of Azeroth are very secretive, only a few people have heard of the legend of the Warden, and a large part of them will regard it as nonsense myths.

However, they are real.

"How did you know I was here, Mavi?"

Tyrande asked in a low voice:

"My whereabouts should be hidden."

"I have my channel."

Lady Watcher said impatiently, "Don't be tempted, Tyrande, you're as suspicious as you were 10,000 years ago!" But not all of them are willing to follow you, and there are always those who haven't forgotten the dangers... They are my eyes and my ears. ”

"I'm sorry."

The High Priest of the Moon was silent for a moment, then said:

"I should have given more support to the Watchmen than allowed you to wither..."

"It's not a good job in itself."

Mavi walked in the dark, and though she was in armor, she was like a lithe cat, and she replied in a hoarse voice:

"The Watcher is the shadow sword that protects the people, but the process of forging the sword is too painful, if I can, I don't want my people to go through such pain, the Watcher should wither, our withering means that our people will no longer have threats from the outside, I want us to be the last watchmen, alas... The war never ends. ”

"I've always hated you, Tyrande."

Mavi's figure flashed into the darkness, and a moment later, with the heavy sound of some mechanism, she said bluntly:

"Because you're too naïve, because you're too stubborn, because you're too conservative, but if Garrod thinks you're going to be a perfect leader, then I'll think so too, but now it seems that Garrod was wrong, you led Cadore into a bad war, look at you... How desperate do you have to be to find a madman like Illidan to protect you? ”

"Not to protect me, Mavi."

Tyrande sighed:

"It's to protect our people."

"Say whatever you want."

The figure of the Lady of the Watcher appeared on a large rock, and she beckoned to Tyrande:

"I told you in advance that Illidan could get out of prison, but don't expect me to let him out of my sight, he will have to return to this cage after the war is over, and you should know very well how dangerous his power, and what he hid, is for Kadore and the whole world... Unless, you can convince him to hand over those things and destroy them in front of me. ”

"I'll try."

Tyrande pursed her lips, she looked at the slowly opening owl-like stone barrier in front of her, and behind that barrier was a path that seemed to lead to the dark abyss, a floating path shrouded in endless shadows, and at the end of that path was a space locked by the shadow power of the watcher, and in that space imprisoned the most dangerous creatures of the entire watcher's cave.

Illidan. Raging winds.

"Da, da, da"

Tyrande's boots stepped on the dark stone slab, and Mavi followed her silently, the two women of the highest status of the Cadore civilization had reached an agreement, in this stormy moment, Cadore should indeed gather all the power that could be used, but this power must be controlled, especially the one in front of him.

Compared to the other cages in the Watcher's Cave, the shadow space in front of them seemed very quiet, there was no sound of the prisoners screaming, and there was not much unsettling atmosphere, as if there was nothing inside, Tyrande and Mavi stepped on the stairs, and the moment the Lady of the Watcher placed her knife wheel on the owl sculpture at the edge of the steps, four silver moonlights flowed quickly on the steps, and finally the entire shadow space was like a cumbersome lock that was opened, exposing the scene inside to the two women.

The interior was nearly empty, except for a Night Elf male sitting in the center of the cage with his back to them.

He was naked, and his back was covered with all kinds of ancient scars, which were the traces of war left by hundreds of fierce battles in the ancient wars, and what caught the eye was the strange magic patterns drawn on the back of this man, although they were still inactive, whether it was Tyrande or Mavi, they could feel a special magic power from the magic lines.

Obscure, deep and dangerous, this is the manifestation of this man's special power, and the human form is only the vehicle of the lowest level of his terrifying power...

The man had long green hair, probably thinking he was too lazy to take care of it, so he tied it into a ponytail, and his face wore a crimson strip of cloth that covered his eyes, looking like a poor blind man, but in reality it was not, these eyes were one of Illidan's most powerful weapons, and they were also a "gift" given to him by the Dark Titan 10,000 years ago.

Behind him, under the helmet of the watcher Mavi, there was a hint of hatred in those beautiful eyes, the man in front of him, who had almost killed her brother who depended on him, he was a threat, there was no doubt about it.

"I hear..."

The man suddenly spoke:

"A familiar heartbeat, a familiar breathing, a familiar aroma, Tyrande, is that you?"

His voice was low, hoarse, and undisguised tired, but there was also a hint of anticipation in it, looking at the familiar back in front of him, Tyrande couldn't help but think of the happy times when she and the Fury Brothers grew up together 10,000 years ago, when they were like real relatives, but unfortunately, the man in front of him took a completely different path from her and Malfurion.

She was extremely disappointed in him, but she soon realized that behind that disappointment was actually a kind of loss.

Love is like a sharp sword, cutting the relationship between her and Illidan into pieces, she doesn't want to do this, but fate is so cruel, maybe in the deepest part of her heart, she will still expect Illidan to still be the impulsive and reckless young man 10,000 years ago.

"It's me, Illidan."

Tyrande tried her best to make her tone appear flat, but even she didn't realize it, there was a little more tremor in her tone, and when she heard this familiar voice, the stagnant temperament around the man in front of her seemed to be broken, and he was a little embarrassed, and he said:

"Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming, maybe... Maybe I can clean up and see what I'm doing now... It's a mess, they won't give me a comb, or a knife to fix my face, I must be terrible right now, right? My lovely lady Mawi, you're hating me, aren't you? Hate makes your steps so low..."

"This doesn't look like what a super assassin should be... Mavi, tell me, are you trying to kill me? ”

The Lady of the Watcher, hidden in the shadows, couldn't help but take a step forward, but was pulled by Tyrande's wrist, Mavi looked back at Tyrande, she saw a pleading in Tyrande's eyes, and finally, Mavi's hand armor moved, she turned and walked into the darkness, and a moment later, on the top of the stairs, the dozens of magical chains that bound Illidan in an invisible posture were suddenly severed, and in a low humming sound, Illidan moved his shoulders and stood up from the ground.

He turned around, revealing his face covered by a strip of crimson cloth, an undisguised smile on the corner of his mouth, and he approached Tyrande, but Tyrande subconsciously took a step back, and made Illidan's outstretched hand stop in place.

The atmosphere between the two men was a little awkward, and Tyrande looked at the man in front of her, and she whispered:

"Illidan, greetings later, Malfurion, your brother... Captured by Aishara, the demon is trying to attack Mount Hyjal, and Cenarius is dead... I need your strength, and the people need your strength. ”

"What do you have to do with me, people?"

Illidan crooked his neck, he reached out and twisted the bone in his neck, he took a deep breath, skimmed over Tyrande, and stood at the edge of the stairs, he spread his arms as if to embrace something:

"Ah, freedom..."

"Since you need me, Tyrande, I'll be on your side..."

Illidan's fingers moved, and two alien moon blades jumped into his hands as if they had broken through space, these two moon blades were wider and more hideous than those used by the night experience sentinels, like two crescents, and worse, the scorching fire of evil energy wrapped around these two moon blades, turning them into terrifying killing weapons.

"Wow"

The Thorn Wheel stabbed out of the shadows behind Illidan and pressed against the man's neck, and Mavi's voice sounded behind him:

"I'll be keeping an eye on you, Illidan, and I'm looking forward to cutting off your head, so don't give me this chance..."

"Hmm..."

A smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth with a crimson striped blindfold, his fingers flicked, and two terrifying weapons disappeared into the air, he stretched out his fingers, resisted Mavi's sharp knife wheel, and slowly pushed the knife wheel away from his neck, he tilted his head, and whispered:

"Don't make a fuss, you need me, little Mavi..."

"Now, unleash my followers, we've been holding back our anger for 10,000 years..."

"We urgently need to release it..."

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"Bang"

One thing was tossed on the stone table in the deepest part of the Shadow Keep in the Felwood Forest, a map that encompassed all the roads and mountain terrain of the entire border between Felwood Forest and Mount Hyjal.

Bain Holler, the Dreadlord who had escaped from Tyrion, looked at the map carefully, and then looked up at the demonic assassin Akali:

"Where did this thing come from?"

Akali, who covered half of her face with a mask, played with her dagger and said in a deep voice:

"The Naga gave me... Those strange soft-skinned snakes are planning to land on the Black Coast and attack the elven strongholds of Ashenvale and the Black Coast, and they need us to attract the attention of the elves for them, and my Assassins have been to the battlefield to see it, and everything marked on this map is true, including the terrain inside the lowly bearmen's Wooden Throat Fortress, it is all true..."

"So after the elves blocked the road from the Felwood Forest to the Holy Mountain, we can still raid south from the Whisper Canyon in the Winterspring Valley, all the way to the edge of Mount Hyjal?"

Bread Lord Bainholler clutched his chin, his eyes narrowed:

"Hmm... It looks pretty good. ”

"The Nagas also told me that if we could agree to one condition, they could open a way for us to rush from the frontal battlefield into the Mt. Hyjal position tonight."

The demonic assassin Akali whispered:

"They look confident, and they are sure that they should have their men in the elven army of Mount Hyjal."

"On what terms?"

Squatting abyss, like a burning volcano, Malones asked in a deep voice, the voice was like thunder, this arrogant noise made Akali couldn't help but glare at the abyss lord, and it replied with some reluctance:

"The Nagas want that tree, the elven world tree, Nodashir, and they don't want anything but that tree."

"Easy to do!"

Bain Holler laughed and said to Akali:

"Promise them that the tree will be left to them when we destroy the spirits of Mount Hyjal!"

"No!"

Manolos roared like a volcano in rage:

"That tree belongs to the Legion! That tree belongs to me! ”

"Don't be stupid! Big. ”

Bainholler turned his head and glared at the saboteur:

"What is trust? We can work with the Naga or we can kill them! The most important thing now is to capture Mount Hyjal and solve the elves' troubles before the fraudsters completely lose their patience, as for what we will do after we take Mount Hyjal, it's not up to us to decide? ”

"You don't really think I'm going to fulfill my promise to Naga, do you? Please, we're demons! Have you ever seen a law-abiding demon?! ”

Bainholler looked at the Abyss Lord behind him in disgust, it hated dealing with such an intellectually incompetent guy, but it now needed Manolos' brute force, it could only explain it like this.

"Tell those Nagas, it's tonight!"

"Tonight... I'm about to step into Mount Hyjal! ”