Malfurion's mind had always had mixed thoughts, and so did Tyrande—as she walked, she suddenly stopped, her hands stirring restlessly, and she turned her head, looking at Malfurion and Illidan with some panic.

"Or else...... Or forget it, right? Voyeur ...... It's not good......"

Tyrande said timidly.

Malfurion, who heard Tyrande's words, came to his senses of the future, looked around him, noticed the rooms separated by oak doors, and realized that this was where the two "humans" rested.

"It's already this time, is there any need to back down? Quick, which room are they in? ”

Illidan pulled Malfurion and Tyrande forward with some excitement until they came to the front of the oak houses.

"...... here"

Tyrande, dazed by Illidan's urging, pointed to a room with a closed door.

"Let's go next door, quick!"

Illidan lowered his voice and took the lead in pushing open the door next door.

……

"So...... How do we do it? ”

Malfurion closed the door to the lounge and asked an excited, Illidan and a dazed, Tyrande - at first Malfurion thought Illidan's suggestion was just good, but now he thought it was a great suggestion - what could be more likely to expose a would-be bad guy than a sneaky look up close?

"It's simple, just a little ritual......"

Illidan reveled in revealing his traditional Night Elf spells in front of his brother, as if that would show that Malfurion's practice of learning from Cenarius, the Lord of the Forest, was wrong.

The beautiful ancient elven intonation came out of Illidan's mouth, and he whispered melodiously. His hands waved out of thin air on the oak walls of the lounge, a little golden light wandering around his fingertips, reproducing shiny runes on the walls. Eventually, some wonderful spells were connected.

Malfurion watched his brother perform in silence - there was no doubt that Illidan practiced more spells than Cenarius had taught him, but ...... Malfurion believed in the choice he had made, and he decided that if he persevered on the natural path of the druid, he would one day be able to obtain the power he hoped for—the power of balance.

Tyrande knew about the spell cast by Illidan—a spell that the priests of the Temple of the Moon had used to see if the worshippers were pious—and in the unwatched lounge, their actions were the best indication of their faith in His Highness Elune, the moon god.

Only later. The worship of Empress Azhara gradually replaced Elune's presence among the upper elves, and fewer and fewer worshippers came to worship at the Temple of the Moon God, and such spells became less and less useful...... Didn't expect today. I actually ......

"Wait!"

Seeing that the golden runes on the walls were becoming more and more perfect, Tyrande suddenly opened his mouth to stop Illidan's further movements.

"What?"

Illidan opened his amber eyes, his slender fingers pausing at the last rune, and looked at Tyrande as he walked in front of him, puzzled. I don't understand such a time. Why the hell did Tyrande stop himself?

"You...... You and Malfurion go out first, and I'll watch alone! ”

Tyrande shook his head and said.

"Why?"

Illidan asked, surprised—he didn't want to leave now—if those two guys were plotting something, wouldn't he be able to catch them?

"No...... Not why! In a word...... Anyway, I'll do this spell too, I'll see it alone, you and Malfurion go out first, and if I find any unusual behavior from Mr. Arthas, I'll tell you! If not...... I stopped right away and apologized to Mr. Arthas! ”

Tyrande felt that he was doing the right thing.

"Why apologize? They are now in our city. Is there anything wrong with us spying on them? ”

Illidan stopped casting spells and lowered his hand. Said a little unconvinced.

"Anyway, don't look at it yet, wait for me to take a sneak peek before you come in!"

Tyrande muttered, pushing Malfurion and Illidan out of the break room, closing the door, then looking at the golden runes still dancing in the air, he took a deep breath and stretched out his finger.

……

While Tyrande and the Furious Wind Brothers were overwhelmed by an alien uninvited guest, in the magnificent palace of Asaline, the capital of the Night Elf kingdom and the royal city of the great Night Elf Queen Azhara, Her Excellency the Queen's Counsellor Harves was admiring his spells—a dark vortex connected to the Otherworld, a portal that had recently been unleashing mysterious voices that would allow him to ask for credit in front of Empress Azhara—and Harvis knew that a powerful presence was just across the vortex, waiting to descend.

Harvey stood in front of the flaming orb, intently looking at the crack in the middle. In the depths of the sphere, the eyes of God also looked at him. The conversation began.

I heard your supplication—the voice said to Harvis, and knew your dreams—that the impurities and imperfections of the world should be removed. I will give you what you desire, and you are my faithful servant......

Harvey knelt on the ground, never taking his eyes off the ground. The other upper elves continued to cast their magic, to expand on what they had already achieved.

"Will you come?" Harvey replied, his eyes full of anticipation, "Will you come to our world to complete it?" ”

The entrance has not yet opened...... Need to be strengthened...... Because it had to be big enough for me to get into...... - the ethereal voice continued.

Harvey nodded in understanding. Such a behemoth, the Night Elf's gate really can't accommodate him, as long as he stops there, it is estimated that the gate will be torn apart. Indeed, the door is to be enlarged and widened, so that it is open forever.

"What should I do?" He asked. "The upper elves have done everything they can to cast their magic. The limits of technology and level have been reached. Harvey concluded.

I will send someone to guide you...... He will pass by you, but be prepared for his coming...... that voice keeps coming.

Harvey was so happy that he almost jumped. He ordered: "Don't make any mistakes! It must have made him feel satisfied when he came. ”

After redoubling the effort, the vault of the upper elves draws its energy directly from the Well of Eternity. Outside, the sky was terrifying. Anyone who sees black water will fall into fear.

The fireball began to swell, and the crack in the middle gradually opened, like a savage mouth. Suddenly, millions of cries filled the chamber. (To be continued......)