"I hope His Highness Elune will keep Illidan safe and sound...... Malfurion, how are you? Didn't get hurt, right? ”

Tyrande couldn't help but fold his hands in prayer for his companion, and then asked Malfurion with concern.

"I'm fine, Tyrande...... It's just that...... It's all my fault...... The spells that Sensei and I learned were useless against Cerberus...... If it weren't for me, Illidan wouldn't have ......"

Malfurion shook his head and said with chagrin - he had been blaming himself for himself since he came to the Moon Temple in the city of Esarine - Malfurion regretted his somewhat arrogant decision, he didn't expect those demons to be so powerful, if he hadn't insisted on going to Esaline, Tyrande would not have been attacked by Cerberus, and Illidan would not have been captured by those demons......

"It's not your fault, Malfurion, it's just ...... Maybe we shouldn't be separated from Mr. Alsace...... By the way, do you have any news from Mr. Alsace? Did he and Lady Frost suffer the same demons as we did? ”

Tyrande shook his head, comforting the annoyed Malfurion, and suddenly remembered Arthas and Frostgrief, who had come to Asarine with him, and hurriedly asked.

"I don't know, Lady Shadowsong's sentinels have no way to enter Empress Azhara's palace, so they haven't heard from Mr. Arthas either...... I told them about Mr. Alsace and Lady Frost, and they would keep an eye out for it when they investigated...... However, now that only the Moon Temple and a few buildings remain in Esarine City that have not been destroyed by those demons, we want to get information from the outside world. It's really difficult. ”

Malfurion said to Tyrande.

"That's right...... May Illidan and Mr. Arthas be safe...... But those demons...... I don't know if they will torture Illidan ......"

Tyrande muttered under his breath, thinking of this, and couldn't help but shed tears of sadness once again.

……

When Illidan woke up from his coma. He smelled a foul, musty smell - Illidan couldn't help but roll over and get up, and when he looked around, he found himself locked up in a damp, shabby cell.

"Anyone?"

Illidan shouted, and he took a step forward, but felt a tightness on his ankles, and lowered his head to see a long chain attached to his foot. The other end of the chain was nailed deep into the side wall of the cell—the whole cell was not very free, except a small cell surrounded by a few tattered wooden bars, and some damp and moldy thatch lay underneath—the foul smell that Illidan had smelled before.

"Anyone?"

Illidan tugged at the chains that bound his ankles. Realizing that the chain was probably the strongest thing in the cell, he couldn't use spells now, and there was no way to untie it, so he could only shout out to the outside of the cell again.

No one responded—Illidan tugged at the iron rope on his ankle again, frustrated. He felt only a tingling pain coming from his ankle—the rough shackles wore through the clothes on his ankle. Cut his calf.

Sitting helplessly on the thatched pile, Illidan stared out of the cell with wide amber eyes, and through the narrow gap in the wooden fence, he could only see a faint orange-yellow light flickering outside the cell, Illidan guessed that it might be the fire used to light the cell, but because of the view, he couldn't see anything more.

"I don't know if Malfurion and Tyrande escaped......"

Illidan muttered under his breath, his tone full of concern for his companions—just from what he was seeing now. Illidan had no idea where he was, but he thought about it. Illidan felt that he might have been captured by the demons.

Illidan remembered what had happened before he fell unconscious—he remembered that he had gained power from the tentacles of the Cerberus, and then defeated several Cerberus, only to be knocked unconscious by someone from behind—and it now appeared that the demons had not killed themselves, but had brought themselves into this filthy prison.

Illidan didn't know why the demons did this, whether it was his own luck or misfortune, but he guessed that he might be in Empress Esaline's palace now—but he didn't expect that there would be such a dark place in the palace that looked like a golden palace on the outside, and he didn't know who it used to hold people in the past.

Thinking of his previous experience, Illidan couldn't help but feel a little more excited - he seemed to have found a way to quickly increase his strength - the tentacles of the Cerberus...... It wasn't clear what kind of abilities Illidan had, but he knew that being able to absorb the mana of other elves would be a qualitative change for the Night Elf mage.

Thinking of this, Illidan even forgot that he was in prison, and he began to recall the feeling he had when he held the tentacles of Cerberus in his hands—he knew that if he could simulate the scene with his mana, he might be able to rediscover that feeling, and even when he was no longer holding the tentacles of Cerberus, he would be able to draw the power of his enemies or allies.

Although he was not yet free to use spells, Illidan seemed to have discovered a new world in the use of the Olympiad, and he closed his eyes and kept reminiscing and thinking, even forgetting that time was slipping away, that he had fallen into the hands of demons, that he was worried about the safety of Malfurion and Tyrande, and that he should find a way to escape from this small, dirty prison......

Illidan felt as if he had entered a magical realm - I don't know if it was because he had been exposed to the tentacles of those Cerberus, Illidan suddenly felt that he had a new understanding of many of the spells that the Night Elves had used before.

The young Moon Guardian was immersed in such a wonderful realm, and knew that a hesitant and hurried footstep interrupted his thoughts.

"Someone's coming!"

Illidan opened his eyes excitedly and jumped up from the ground, his amber eyes fixed on the wooden fence in front of him—Illidan knew that what appeared now would not be his friend, but his enemy, but so what?

Even if he met his enemies in such an embarrassing and powerless place, Illidan did not intend to show the slightest weakness - whether it was a demon or those high-ranking elves who had betrayed the race, Illidan would show them that he was strong-willed, no matter what the purpose of the opponent's capture of him, Illidan swore that he would not let them succeed! (To be continued.) )