The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from the deepest underground of the Watcher's Cave. The straight-line distance from the ground here is at least about 150 meters. The rocks at this depth are very solid and have been shaped with special magic to resemble a cave.
The structure is full of shadow traps. Unless you are extremely familiar with this place, there is only one result for any outsider who moves forward wantonly here.
Die...and die miserably.
In this quiet darkness, Tyrande, the High Priest of the Moon, followed closely behind Maiev. Her eyes glanced at the stone walls on both sides of the cave from time to time. There were many "special" specimens hanging there, most of them were demons, and some
There are some weird alien creatures.
These are the prey that the Watcher organization has found for thousands of years. Most of them are some scum that "smuggled" into this world. There are many powerful creatures from the stars, but they still fell here and died miserably in the Shadow Front of the Watcher.
Under the Blade, the activities of this organization in the world of Azeroth are very secretive. Only a very few people have heard of the legends about the Watchers, and a large part of them will regard them as nonsense myths.
However, they do exist.
"How did you know I was here, Maiev?"
Tyrande asked in a low voice:
"My whereabouts should be secret."
"I have my channels."
The Watcher lady said impatiently: "Stop testing, Tyrande, you are as suspicious as you were ten thousand years ago! But not all Kaldorei are willing to follow you, there are always some who have not forgotten the danger.
..They are my eyes and my ears.”
"I'm sorry."
The High Priest of the Moon was silent for a moment, and then said:
"I should have given more support to the Watchers instead of letting you wither away like this..."
"This is not a good job in itself."
Maiev walked in the darkness. Although she was wearing armor, she looked like a light cat. She answered in a hoarse voice:
"The Watcher is a shadow sword that protects the people, but the process of forging the sword is too painful. If possible, I don't want my people to endure such pain. The Watcher should wither. Our withering means that our people will not
If there is another threat from the outside, I hope we will be the last watchmen, but unfortunately... the war will never end."
"I've always hated you, Tyrande."
Maiev's figure flashed into the darkness, and a moment later, amid the heavy sound of some mechanism, she said bluntly:
"Because you are too naive, because you are too stubborn, because you are too conservative, but if Jarod thinks you will be a perfect leader, then I will think so too, but now it seems that Jarod is wrong, you
The Kaldorei have introduced a terrible war, and look at you...how desperate would you be to seek out a madman like Illidan to protect you?"
"Not protecting me, Maiev."
Tyrande sighed:
"To protect our people."
"Whatever you say."
The figure of Lady Watcher appeared on a big rock, and she waved to Tyrande:
"I tell you in advance, Illidan can be released from prison, but don't expect me to let him out of my sight. After the war is over, he will have to come back to this cage. You should be very clear about his power and what he has hidden.
Those things are so dangerous to the Kaldorei and the entire world... Unless you can convince him to hand over those things and then destroy them in front of me."
"I'll try."
Tyrande pursed her lips. She looked at the owl-like stone barrier that slowly opened in front of her. Behind the barrier, there was a road that seemed to lead to a dark abyss, a floating lake shrouded in endless shadows.
The Empty Road, at the end of that road, is a space locked by the power of the Watcher's shadow. In that space, the most dangerous creatures in the entire Watcher's Crypt are imprisoned.
Illidan Stormrage.
"Da, da, da"
Tyrande's combat boots stepped on the dark stone slab, and Maiev followed her silently. The two women with almost the highest status in the Kaldorei civilization had reached an agreement. At this precarious moment, the Kaldorei
It is true that all available power should be gathered, but this power must be controlled, especially this one.
Compared with other cages in the Watcher's Cave, the shadow space in front of me is very quiet. There is no roaring sound from the prisoners, and there is not much uneasy atmosphere. It is as if there is nothing inside. Tailan
De and Maiev stepped onto the stairs. The moment the Watcher lady placed her knife wheel on the owl sculpture on the edge of the steps, four rays of silver moonlight quickly flowed on the steps, eventually opening up the entire shadow space.
Like a cumbersome lock, the scene inside was exposed to the two women.
There was almost nothing inside, except for a male night elf sitting cross-legged in the center of the cage with his back to them.
His upper body was naked, and his back was covered with various ancient scars, which were traces of war left by hundreds of fierce battles in the ancient war. What was eye-catching were the strange magic patterns painted on the back of this man.
, although it is still in an inactive state, both Tyrande and Maiev can feel a special magic power from the magic pattern.
Obscure, deep and dangerous, this is the manifestation of this man's special power, and the human form is only the most elementary carrier of his terrifying power...
This man had long green hair. He probably thought he was too lazy to take care of it, so he tied the long hair into a ponytail, and wore a dark red cloth strip on his face to cover his eyes. He looked like
It looks like a poor blind man, but in fact it is not the case. These eyes are 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 Watcher Maiev, a trace of hatred shone in those beautiful eyes. The man in front of her once almost killed her dependent brother. He was a threat, no doubt.
"I heard..."
The man suddenly spoke:
"A familiar heartbeat, a familiar breathing sound, that familiar fragrance, Tyrande, is that you?"
His voice was low, hoarse, and there was a trace of undisguised exhaustion, but there was also a hint of expectation. Looking at the familiar figure in front of her, Tyrande couldn't help but think of the time when she and Brother Stormrage were together ten thousand years ago.
In the happy time of growing up, they were like real family members, but unfortunately, the man in front of her took a completely different path from her and Malfurion.
She had been extremely disappointed with him, but soon she realized that hidden behind that disappointment was actually a kind of loss.
Love is like a sharp sword, cutting the relationship between her and Illidan to pieces. She doesn't want this to happen, but fate is so cruel. Maybe in the deepest part of her heart, she will still expect Illidan to remain the same.
He was the impulsive and reckless young man ten thousand years ago.
"It's me, Illidan."
Tyrande tried her best to keep her tone calm, but even she didn't realize that there was a hint of trembling in her tone. When she heard this familiar voice, the stagnant temperament surrounding the man in front of her seemed to be broken.
He was slightly embarrassed and said:
"Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming? Maybe... maybe I could clean up. Look at what a mess I am now. They won't give me a comb or a knife to fix my face. I
It must be terrible now, don't you think? My lovely Lady Maiev, you hate me, don't you? Hate makes your steps so low..."
"This is not how a super assassin should behave... Maiev, tell me, do you want to kill me?"
The Watcher lady hidden in the shadow couldn't help but stepped forward, but Tyrande reached out and grabbed her wrist. Maiev looked back at Tyrande, and she saw a hint of pleading in Tyrande's eyes. Finally, Maiev
Her gauntlet moved, and she turned around and walked into the darkness. A moment later, on the stairs, dozens of magic chains that bound Illidan in an invisible manner were suddenly cut off. With a low buzzing sound, Illidan
Dan moved his shoulders and stood up from the ground.
He turned around, revealing his face covered by a crimson strip of cloth. An undisguised smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He approached Tyrande, but Tyrande subconsciously took a step back.
Let Illidan's outstretched hand stay where it is.
The atmosphere between the two was a bit awkward. Tyrande looked at the man in front of her and said softly:
"Illidan, please say your greetings later. Malfurion, your brother... was captured by Azshara, the demons are trying to attack Mount Hyjal, and Cenarius is dead... I need you.
The people need your strength."
"What do the people have to do with me?"
Illidan tilted his neck. He reached out and twisted the bones in his neck. He took a deep breath, passed Tyrande, and stood on the edge of the stairs. He opened his arms as if hugging something:
"Ah, freedom..."
"Since you need me, Tyrande, I will stand by your side..."
Illidan moved his fingers, and two special-shaped moon blades jumped into his hands as if breaking through space. These two moon blades were wider and more ferocious than those used by the Sentinels of Dark Night Experience. They were like two
The crescent moon, and what's even more terrible is that the scorching evil fire entangled the two moon blades, turning them into terrifying murder weapons.
"bass"
The thorn blade pierced out from the shadow behind Illidan and pressed against the man's neck. Maiev's voice sounded behind him:
"I will keep an eye on you, Illidan. I am looking forward to cutting off your head, so don't give me this chance..."
"Um..."
A smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth with a crimson cloth eye mask. He flicked his fingers, and two terrifying weapons disappeared into the air. He stretched out his fingers and pressed against Maiev's sharp knife wheel, and turned the knife wheel
Slowly pushing away from his neck, he tilted his head and whispered:
"Stop making trouble, you need me, little Maiev..."
"Now, release my followers, we have suppressed the anger for ten thousand years..."
"We urgently need to release it..."
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"Bang"
Something was thrown on the stone table in the deepest part of the Shadow Keep in Felwood. It was a map that included all the roads and mountain topography at the junction of the entire Felwood and Mount Hyjal.
The Dread Lord Bernholle, who narrowly escaped from Tyrion, looked at the map carefully, and then looked up at the demon 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:
"What Naga gave me...that group of weird soft-skinned snakes plans to land on the Black Coast and attack the elven strongholds in Ashenvale and Black Coast. They need us to attract the attention of the elves for them. The assassins under my command go to the battlefield to see
After all, everything marked on this map is true, including the terrain inside the Timbermaw Fortress of those despicable bearmen, it is all true..."
"In other words, after the elves block the road from Felwood to the Holy Mountain, we can still raid south from the Whispering Canyon in Winterspring Valley, all the way to the edge of Mount Hyjal?"
Fear Lord Bernholler scratched his chin and narrowed his eyes:
"Hmm...it looks pretty good."
"Those Nagas also told me that as long as we can agree to one condition, they can open a channel for us to rush into the Mount Hyjal position from the frontal battlefield tonight."
Demon Assassin Akali whispered:
"They look confident, and their words are conclusive. It seems that there should be some of their people in the elven army of Mount Hyjal."
"What conditions?"
Abyss Lord Maronos, who was squatting on the side like a burning volcano, asked in a deep voice. The voice was like thunder. This arrogant noise made Akali couldn't help but glare at the Abyss Lord. It was a little uncomfortable.
Willingly replied:
"The Nagas want that tree, Nordrassil, the world tree of the elves. They want nothing but that tree."
“Easy to handle!”
Bernholler laughed and said to Akali:
"Promise them that after we destroy the elves in Mount Hyjal, the tree will be left to them!"
"No!"
Mannoroth roared like a furious volcano:
"That tree belongs to the Legion! That tree belongs to me!"
"Don't be stupid! Big guy."
Bernholler turned his head and glared at the saboteur:
"What is trust? We can cooperate with Naga, or we can kill them by changing hands! The most important thing now is to capture Mount Hyjal and solve the elves' troubles before the fraudsters completely lose their patience. As for us occupying Hyjal
It’s not up to us to decide what Queen Shan will do?”
"You really don't think I intend to fulfill my promise to Naga, do you? Come on, we are demons! Have you ever seen a law-abiding demon?!"
Bernholle looked at the Abyss Lord behind him with disgust. It hated dealing with such a guy with insufficient intelligence, but now it needed the brute force of Mannoroth, and it could only explain it clearly in this way.
