Malfurion wondered how the Night Elf kingdom would survive this catastrophe if her dream came true—what could the people do if their ruling class had betrayed their people?

"We can't confirm ...... yet"

Malfurion said with apparent little confidence.

"The more important point is...... We can't fully trust you right now, stranger...... Why are you so familiar with the demon legions we've never heard of? Why are you here at exactly this point in time? Why have you never had doubts about Malfurion's dreams? I don't think there's anyone who knows that demon legion as well as you do...... Unless it's themselves. ”

Illidan said with a frown as he looked at Arthas.

"You're implying ...... Am I a member of the Burning Legion? ”

Arthas couldn't help but laugh - despite his youth, Illidan didn't know what restraint was as he had ever seen, and his whole person was like an unsheathed sword, but ...... It's a bit too reckless.

"How else do you explain what you know about them? Don't you have contact with them? ”

Illidan voiced his suspicions.

"Just as you Night Elves can use spells, we humans also have mages...... Those mages use arcane powers to attract the attention of these demons at the same time...... From the moment spells were born in human history, our mages have been battling those demons...... Sometimes, you don't have to be one of them to get to know them. ”

Arthas came up with an excuse that would perfunctory Illidan - but it's funny - that humans didn't use spells in the first place. The High Elves, who had splintered from the Night Elves, had taught the humans sorcery, and they themselves were using the knowledge of the humans about spells to show them 10,000 years ago......

"You humans can use spells too?"

Illidan asked, a little surprised—he had always thought that the spells were the unique abilities bestowed on the Night Elves by the Well of Eternity—but he didn't expect these humans to be able to use spells.

"Of course, even though I'm not a magician. But...... Frost is capable of using a lot of spells. ”

Arthas used Frostmourn's identity as a "mage" to fool people...... No, fooling the Night Elves—Frost Sorrow's strange abilities can only be explained in this way.

"Prove it to us."

Illidan looked at Frost Grief—he knew that the petite dark-haired woman was the fiancée of the human in front of him—but he still didn't believe anyone but the Night Elves could use spells.

"Hmph...... Ignorant elves ......"

Frostmourn didn't have a good impression of Illidan in the first place - although Illidan didn't know anything about it now, 10,000 years later, Frostmourn had helped Arthas defeat Illidan who possessed both the "Eye of Sargeras" and the "Skull of Gul'dan", and had come to threaten the safety of his master by succumbing to the leader of the Burning Legion, the fraudster Kilgardan. Frost Grief certainly doesn't give him a good face - since the arrogant elf is so fond of challenging his master's authority, then ......

Frost Grief snorted coldly and stood up. Walking behind Arthas, no spells or fluctuations in mana, a cold chill was released from Little Sword's body like a hurricane. Blowing towards Illidan.

Neither Tyrande nor Malfurion were affected. But Illidan ...... One second he was questioning whether the other party could use spells, but the next moment, he seemed to be thrown into a winter lake naked/naked, and the bitter cold that penetrated deep into his bone marrow made Illidan shiver.

"Alright, Frost ......"

Arthas was keenly aware of Illidan's sudden reaction - he didn't know what spell Frostmourn was using to torment Illidan - whether it was a frost spell or a soul spell, but ...... Arthas has never had a strong aversion to Illidan, and there is no need to treat Illidan in this time stream, in order to avoid causing a backlash from Tyrande and Malfurion. Arthas thought it better for Frostmourn not to hurt Illidan.

"Good master."

Frostmourn nodded, and then ended his assault on Illidan, who was now nothing more than a slightly gifted Night Elf mage. It's still a little too reluctant to withstand the pressure of frost sorrow.

"Illidan? Are you okay? ”

Malfurion also noticed that his brother's expression was wrong—he didn't expect that Illidan had just provoked the petite, blue-dressed human woman, and then he could only frown tightly, his arms folded, as if he had not been hurt by something, and he couldn't stand up straight.

"It's okay...... It's good now...... It's just that...... What kind of spell is it? ”

Illidan pushed Malfurion, who wanted to support him, staring at Frost Grief in amazement, his tone full of confusion, puzzlement, and even a little bit of ...... Excited.

Illidan certainly wasn't a Night Elf with some kind of bad habits, but ...... In his opinion, Frost Sorrow was not very old, but the kind of spell that had just been displayed ...... Illidan didn't hear any spells, nor did he see any spell casting gestures......

As a mage, Illidan knew that this only meant that the human girl's achievements in magic were far beyond what he could understand—somewhat discouraged Illidan, but it didn't make him despair—Illidan believed in his talent, he just couldn't see his limits.

But now Illidan had a new target to pursue—not his brother Malfurion, not any powerful mage or moon guard...... Illidan believed that one day he too would be like the human girl in front of him—free from bloated spells and rituals, and unleash the magic of arcane at any moment with a single hand and a foot......

"Lady Frost...... Illidan ...... Nothing, right? ”

Tyrande asked, looking at Frostgrief with a pleading gaze - she was a little worried about Illidan's state - for he looked a little distraught......

"This guy is fine, even if you want to kill him, it will be 10,000 years later, hum......"

Frost Grief muttered, but she didn't bother to answer Tyrande's question, so she didn't use Elven language that Tyrande could understand. (To be continued......)