What Xavius said seemed to make sense, but Robbie was very worried and analyzed carefully:
"Let's not talk about whether Illidan can be defeated. Even if we succeed, there will be a certain degree of danger. We cannot grasp the direction of Illidan's character. It may be counterproductive and go to another extreme."
"But we have no other option." Xavius spread his hands helplessly.
"No, violence is only the last resort. To defeat someone requires more than just violence. No one is perfect. Illidan must have other weaknesses." Robbie said.
Xavius scratched his head: "Yes, Illidan has many weaknesses. His strong strength covers up all the flaws. Only by attacking his biggest advantage can he be changed."
It's really difficult.
Perhaps, you can use the power of words. A person's character is often related to his knowledge.
Is there no other way?
Robbie decided to observe for a while before resorting to violence. With the help of Xavius, Robbie took up residence in a night elf village.
Malfurion was very depressed after being accused by Tyrande for no reason.
In the night elf village, Malfurion's strength is at the bottom. Every night elf can receive a gift from the Well of Eternity, or possess powerful physical strength, or possess endless magic power.
Malfurion has nothing, his body is very weak, and his magic is not strong.
A few selected geniuses can even obtain projections from the Book of Azshara and learn more about the outside world.
Malfurion was very jealous, but fortunately he had a genius younger brother, Illidan.
In order to prevent his brother from being troubled, Illidan rejected the Book of Azshara, which gave him some comfort.
When Malfurion was depressed, he liked to seek comfort from his teacher Cenarius. Although Cenarius's druid spells were called tricks by the night elves, Malfurion learned them very seriously.
Near the small lake where Malfurion lived, Malfurion was surprised to find that there were guests here.
The red dragon Krasus was lying lazily by the lake. Ronin and Brox were standing in the open space, listening carefully to Cenarius's explanation of the Druid's way. Brox's injury still had not recovered, and his chest was wrapped
bandage.
"Who are they?" Malfurion asked in surprise.
Cenarius looked at Malfurion and said seriously: "My dear disciples, they are the people predicted by the moon god. With them, we will definitely win."
Malfurion squinted his eyes slightly, his gaze was deep, he rolled his eyes and said: "Dear teacher, they are all beginners, why not let me teach them."
Cenarius thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
After close observation using the Eye of C'Thun and Xavius's explanation, Robbie had a sufficient understanding of Illidan's strength.
Illidan is very strong, but all his strength is innate, which means that Illidan has never undergone formal training. In addition, he is much stronger than the people around him and has never displayed his true abilities.
Illidan has limited combat experience and relies almost entirely on instinct to fight.
You know, among the main races in Azeroth, human physique does not have an advantage.
However, humans are good at summing up experience, and their exploration of combat skills has reached its limit. Robbie thinks that he is a little worse than Illidan, but if you add combat skills and the power of the Holy Light, defeating Illidan is not impossible.
If there was really no other way, he would have to wake him up, but before that, Robbie would not give up trying.
After understanding enough of the situation, Robbie felt ready to meet Illidan with Xavius.
That night, Xavius took Robbie into Illidan's cabin.
Upon meeting, the enthusiastic Xavius patted Illidan on the shoulder:
"Illidan, my old friend, I would like to introduce you to a new friend, an adventurer from a distant place, Robbie Capor. He is a prophet and prophet. I think it is necessary to introduce him to you.
one time."
Illidan, who had not received evil power, had a handsome face. He greeted Robbie politely and took out his treasured fruit wine.
Robbie didn't mince words, he went straight to the point:
"Illidan, I'm here for you. You have very unusual powers, and your future is destined to be extraordinary."
Illidan scratched his head, just smiled, and said nonchalantly:
"When I was born, they called me the child of destiny. I never thought so. I am just stronger than the average compatriots and more proficient in magic. I think this is a gift given to me by nature."
"No, Illidan, your golden pupils mean you are extraordinary." Robbie emphasized:
"Destiny drives everyone. Whether you are willing or not, you will be affected by fate. One day you will enter the turning point of destiny. You cannot escape your destiny. Your choice will determine the future of the entire night elves.
I saw some fragments of the future, about your destiny."
"You mean fate?" Illidan was dubious. The theory of fate was erratic. Even the great Queen Azshara did not dare to say that she could see through fate.
"Illidan, do you want to know your future destiny?" Robbie deliberately aroused Illidan's interest. Seeing that Illidan was still hesitant, he added: "For example, the future between you and Tyrande."
The innocent Illidan was indeed fooled. His eyes lit up and he asked enthusiastically: "Of course, I want to know how many children Tyrande and I can have?"
Robbie nodded, pretending to be mysterious and said: "In our ancient Eastern world, there is a profound art. You can judge your future destiny from your palm prints and stretch out your left hand."
Illidan would not trust others easily, let alone any theory of destiny, but Robbie was introduced by his old friend Xavius, and Illidan was embarrassed to refuse, so he could only extend his left hand.
Robbie looked at Illidan's left hand carefully and looked at the criss-crossed palm prints on it. His face became more and more gloomy. He let out a long sigh and stopped talking. He glanced at Illidan and shook his head again.
Sigh.
"That's it for today. Say goodbye."
Robbie pulled Xavius and turned around to leave. Illidan was stunned for a moment and hurriedly chased him out to see off his guests.
Before parting, Robbie gave Illidan a very meaningful look, which made him feel even more uneasy.
The night elves are relatively simple, and there is almost no such thing as deception. During the day, when the night elves were resting, Illidan lay on the bed tossing and turning over and over, unable to fall asleep, and his head was full of Robbie's expression of hesitation to speak.
Finally, Illidan couldn't stand it anymore and ran directly to Xavius's house, insisting on asking what happened.
Robbie deliberately refused to say anything, and repeated his words several times in a row. Illidan was so anxious that he almost made a move, and then reluctantly said:
"Illidan, you have to know that fate is unpredictable. There are always things you don't like in life. If you gain something, you will lose something. You should know that your brother Malfurion likes Tyrande as much as you do."
Illidan nodded carefully after hearing this.
Robbie grabbed Illidan's left hand, pointed at the two palm lines on it and said:
"This palm line is the relationship line between you and Tyrande, and the palm line next to it is the brotherhood between you and Malfurion. You see, they meet here. Tyrande, Malfurion, you
You can only choose one, and the choice is up to you, Illidan, believe me, no one can have the best of both worlds."
Illidan looked gloomy after hearing this. (To be continued)