The addiction to magic binds the night elves, and the way of druidry is only a helpless choice.
If new elves without the constraints of magic addiction appear, and elf mages with unlimited mana and eternal life are enough to destroy the world, then the old elves are destined to be eliminated.
At least you will lose your power.
This is an unacceptable tragedy for the night elves, whose lifespan is almost infinite.
She would rather drag her people to perish than lose power. For Tyrande, this is not a particularly difficult choice. Life is inherently selfish.
Maiev Shadowsong also agrees with this choice, after all, she is also a beneficiary of rights.
If Illidan had not fallen in love with Tyrande and was willing to be imprisoned, the consequences would be disastrous.
Power, the most delicious cake in the world, the greatest glory in life, no one wants to throw it away.
Maiev led the way. The further down we went, the louder the screams became.
The Watcher's Vault houses many dangerous creatures, including demonic officers of the Burning Legion, lieutenants of Ragnaros, the Lord of Fire, or unknown evil creatures from the unknown world. Each of them has caused harm to the night elves.
disaster.
Most of these dangerous creatures cannot be killed, or require heavy costs to be eliminated, and can only be temporarily imprisoned in the Watcher's Crypt.
They were prisoners here, and the one who captured them and sent them to the Watcher's Vault was the source of the screams, the most dangerous prisoner in the Watcher's Vault, the demon hunter Illidan.
"Insidious Sylvanas, what on earth is she going to do?" Maiev asked in confusion. Using herself to judge others, Maiev did not think that Sylvanas was any more noble than herself.
Tyrande looked up and saw a huge fire giant.
The screams coming from deep underground made the flame giant tremble, like a mouse hearing a cat's meow.
"A coward." Tyrande snorted coldly and replied:
"Because of hatred, Sylvanas hates everything in the world, including herself. She is a madman. It must be admitted that when she was a rotting corpse, we laughed at her a lot. The gossip behind her back and the harsh sarcasm,
It’s enough to drive a woman who values her appearance crazy.”
Maiev shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently:
"After ten thousand years of constant torture, Illidan is no longer what he used to be. His strength is less than one percent of his original strength, his spirit has long since collapsed, and he is just a lunatic. I originally wanted to reconstruct a personality for him, so that
He is as well-behaved as a little sheep. There is absolutely no need to burn his soul and let him go completely crazy now."
Tyrande smelled the strong smell of sulfur, and there was a green hellfire imprisoned in front of him. He still remembered that more than a thousand years ago, this evil hellfire fell from the sky and was as huge as a mountain.
If it weren't for Illidan, Darasus would no longer exist.
The hellfire is now weakened to only more than ten meters high. It is curling up in the howling sound, like a frightened ostrich.
Tyrande smiled contemptuously and said: "Illidan is both a bait and a killer. I hope Illidan and Sylvanas die together, so that we can solve two problems at once."
The Broken Isles, Azsuna, outside the Vault of the Warden.
The black cat wears a pointed wizard hat and a gray cloak, sitting on a broom suspended in the air.
Robbie looked at this cute-looking creature and wondered why the black cat brought him to the Watcher's Crypt.
"This is the prison where the demon hunter Illidan is imprisoned." The black cat licked his hair and explained:
"The Watcher's Vault was originally built for Illidan. In Azeroth, Illidan's power was suppressed by the moon god Elune. The opening of the Dark Portal gave him hope. He escaped to the outside world and was not affected by it.
The area controlled by Moon God unfortunately angered the orcs.
"Thall would never allow his hometown to be occupied by Illidan. He united with the Legion of Light and the Ashtongue Deathsworn, and bewitched a large number of adventurers to attack the Black Temple in the name of saving Azeroth. There.
In this battle, the Demon Hunter Legion, which Illidan relied on most, went on an expedition to Marton. Even so, Illidan was still invincible.
"All the adventurers died in the Dark Temple, clearing the way for the Legion of Light, the Ashtongue Deathsworn and the Horde. The main generals of the Horde all participated in the battle of the Dark Temple, but together they were no match for Illidan.
It was during this battle that Sylvanas recognized Illidan's strength.
"Unfortunately, the subsequent participation of Malfurion and Tyrande in the war caused Illidan's will to collapse. People said that Illidan died in the Black Temple and was killed by adventurers. In fact, it was just a lie. The truth was that Illidan was sent to
Return to the Watcher's Crypt."
"What a pitiful man." Although Robbie said this, he didn't think Illidan deserved sympathy.
Ten thousand years of love for Tyrande, without asking for anything in return, and allowing yourself to be tortured, is simply a kind of illness, and Robbie cannot understand it.
Using the Eye of C'Thun, Robbie carefully inspected the interior of the Watcher's Vault.
In the deepest part of the Watcher's Cave, there is a thick stone pillar standing on a high platform.
Robbie saw the demon hunter Illidan. In his demonic state, Illidan was huge, almost as tall as five or six night elves. Two thick nails passed through his shoulder blades and nailed him to the stone pillar.
Illidan's whole body was shaped into a "big" shape, and his limbs were pulled by four chains. The other ends of the chains were connected to pulleys, which tightened little by little, pulling his body, and enduring the pain of being dismembered at any time.
This is not over yet. On Illidan's neck, arms, thighs, etc., there are millstone-like rollers with blades on all sides. Each rotation will take away a piece of Illidan's flesh and blood, and the ground will be dripping with blood.
A thick, barbed spear pierced Illidan's heart. It moved back and forth under the power of the force, bringing out a large amount of flesh and blood every time.
The demon's body has extremely strong recovery power, which makes Illidan's pain almost endless.
The cruel torture is outrageous.
Robbie's scalp was numb when he saw it. This was the torture that Demon Hunter Illidan had suffered for ten thousand years.
Tyrande's heart is too cruel.
"Have you seen everything?" Black Cat asked.
Robbie nodded, his face turning pale.
"I asked you to come here to entrust you with saving Illidan." Black Cat said seriously.
Robbie's expression became cautious as he assessed the guards of the Watcher's Crypt.
There are many terrible prisoners held here. If you only need to secretly release one or two, it will inevitably cause chaos. If you take advantage of the chaos, you have a great chance of rescuing Illidan.
"No, no, you misunderstood me." Black Cat guessed what Robbie was thinking: "It's not time to save Illidan now. He has suffered ten thousand years of torture and his will has collapsed. What you need to do is to go back to
Go and rescue him.
"Time is not linear, but a complicated network. The past determines the present, and the present also affects the past. You need to go to 10,000 years ago to change Illidan's destiny without changing the current situation."
Robbie hesitated. He didn't want to take unnecessary risks and asked, "What's the point of doing this?"
The black cat stared at Robbie quietly, and then said for a long time:
"The Void and the Burning Legion are competing for the right to belong to the cosmic civilization, such as the world of Azeroth. There are two endings that the Void can accept. The ancient gods win, or the local forces of Azeroth win. The endings that the Burning Legion can accept are the same as
Just like the Void, the Legion will win or the local forces of Azeroth will win. What neither the Void nor the Burning Legion can accept is the final moment."
Robbie was quite puzzled after hearing this and asked: "What do you mean, as long as the local forces of Azeroth expel the Burning Legion and destroy the Old Gods, it will also meet the goals of the Burning Legion and the Void?"
The black cat nodded slightly: "This involves the ultimate goal of spreading civilization in the universe. The Azshara era ten thousand years ago was the first opportunity for the rise of Azeroth's native forces."
"It's a pity that we failed in 10,000 years?" Robbie said regretfully.
"No, Queen Azshara succeeded, but Azeroth has been treated unfairly. This is why we are secretly assisting you. This mistake must be made up for." Black Cat said seriously. (To be continued)