In fact, Tyrande had sensed Illidan's aura for a long time.
This is the instinct of a good shooter!
Very similar to Illidan, but subtly different.
The moment she saw Illidan, Tyrande had already begun to pray in her heart. This is the instinct of a good magician: Great Moon Goddess, no matter what happens to me in the future, please save Illidan, not for me, but for you.
Made for Malfurion! Let them reunite as brothers! Don't let Illidan...wait...
She finally understood where the subtle differences in her perception came from.
Illidan is blind!
The eyes are the windows to the soul, but Illidan used the cruelest way to permanently close the window to his soul.
Tyrande saw at a glance that the cloth covering Illidan's eyes was dented. There were no normal eyeballs behind the cloth strips, leaving only a pair of terrifying sunken holes.
Instead, there were two clusters of cold and evil flames.
Tyrande didn't know what it was, but it must be something terrifying that had nothing to do with justice, light, or love.
Tyrande was trembling all over. At this moment, she finally understood why she was not tortured by Harveys. The devil who could peek into people's hearts had already seen through everything that was about to happen.
The pain in her flesh could not diminish her faith and loyalty to the goddess, thereby weakening the goddess's protection of her.
The severe psychological trauma can easily plunge her into a whirlpool of despair and confusion, leading to the ultimate goal of the collapse of her faith.
After being captured, she fantasized countless times about the Kaldorei version of a hero rescuing a beauty. For example, one of the Stormrage brothers, or both of them, would kill the enemy together, holding a severed demon head in one hand, and holding a knife in the other.
Weapons, kicked open the prison door majestically, and said softly, "Here we are!"
However! No! There is!
She didn't want to believe her eyes, but this was the truth.
There was no trace of unruliness in Illidan's body. He was like a child waiting to be punished after making a mistake, following the nobleman five steps behind him with great respect.
No, he is not a child, this is simply worse than a dog. From the moment he entered the cell, his waist has not straightened. Even if it is very reluctant, the expression on his face is humility, no, this is already an expression of flattery.
The only explanation is that he has surrendered to the Burning Legion and Queen Azshara.
No matter if he did it sincerely or if he did it entirely for her.
But once something like the spine becomes soft, it breaks and can never be straightened again.
Tyrande's whole body was shaking with grief and anger, and his mind was filled with thoughts of resentment.
Alas, there were some Kaldorei, but he was dead in her heart.
"Presumptuous!" An angry shout brought Tyrande's thoughts back to reality.
The one yelling and scolding was a dark figure that made her frightened. This guy had a scar on his face and was wearing a glowing green armor. There was a bright golden sunburst pattern on the armor on his chest. His eyes seemed to be frozen, and when he came in, he
I didn't see him blink once.
When Tyrande met his gaze, she immediately felt that his gaze suddenly became extremely sharp, and she even felt as if her eyeball had been cut.
"This is the face of the great Queen Azshara! Rude pariah, how dare you get distracted!?" Varosen scolded unceremoniously.
Illidan's performance really made Tyrande despair.
He didn't even fart, he was just a grandson!
"Hmph! Aren't you just a believer in a country spirit? How dare you call yourself a priest of the true God?"
The woman who spoke was dressed in a maid's outfit, which was formal but as gorgeous as an evening dress.
She has thick long hair, but the silver in her hair is obviously bleached and dyed. The most outstanding thing about her is her eyes. Although they are silver like most night elves, her eyes are full of charm and look.
It's full of exotic charm, with an outline like a cat's eye.
Tyrande recalled information about the Queen. One of the Queen's most trusted maids was named Vashj.
"That's enough." The soft voice was extremely sweet. Just two words evoked Tyrande's heartstrings.
That's right, the person speaking is Queen Azshara, the well-deserved core existence of this world!
Queen Azshara is as beautiful as a fairy, flawless, and exactly as described in the legend.
She has a pair of golden eyes, half covered by a veil, and her lips are full and sexy. Her long silver hair is scattered all over her body. She is wearing a silk robe that matches her long hair very well. The robe is as thin as
The fine gauze and smooth body are looming. She wears bracelets inlaid with gems on both wrists, and the matching earrings almost hang to her exposed delicate shoulders.
And her clothes are of course the most luxurious.
She was so perfect that Tyrande had the illusion that the goddess Elune was appearing and walking on the earth.
Of course, Tyrande quickly curbed his obsession and reverie about the queen.
She couldn't help but think of the alliance leader's announcement
"The emperor is unique! Such a guy who surrenders his kingdom to other beings like a flattery is not qualified to be a queen! From now on, Azshara will be called queen in official documents!"
For some reason, the figure who could ignore power, ignore the terrifying billions of demons on the other side, and call Azshara and Sargeras by their names in an understatement, filled Tyrande's heart at this time, and even replaced her previous thoughts.
The affectionate Stormrage Brothers.
No reason, just because her soul needs support when she is at her weakest.
Thinking of this, Tyrande raised her head stubbornly and looked directly into the Queen's eyes.
"Oh?" The queen chuckled, her eyes narrowed like two crescent moons: "It's interesting."
"What do you mean?" Tyrande gritted her teeth.
"No, I'm just curious about what kind of character the Moon Priest is who is so important to the two divine envoys Oreses. Originally, I thought she was just a little girl from the countryside. Now I see it."
"Did you see it?" Tyrande was startled, and then there was a look of anger on his face: "Looking at me as a small character displayed in a zoo cage is really insulting to your Majesty's eyes. Please go away."
This time it was the Queen's turn to be stunned. The next second, the Queen's expression turned playful: "Not bad! You are very good! A Kaldorei like you deserves at least my minimum respect."
After saying that, the queen turned around and told Varoson: "Give me an order. No one is allowed to hurt her or get close to her except the angels of the gods."
"Yes!" Captain Varosen bowed deeply.
The queen left without looking back.
But just when she was about to leave the cell completely, Tyrande's voice came: "Your Majesty, I sincerely hope that you will not be crushed into mince by Sargeras on the night of your wedding."
