Chapter five hundred and seventy seventh: a thousand years
"Are you crazy?" Maiev asked loudly:
"It doesn't matter whether he is Illidan or not. In the past ten thousand years, our night elves have suffered countless crises, and we have relied on him to survive safely. Without this monster, we would all have died."
Cordana Evil Song shook her head and sighed helplessly: "In the past, our night elves were so powerful that Queen Azshara didn't even look down on the Burning Legion, but now we have to rely on a monster to survive. What a sad reality.
, Illidan told me that without this monster, Tyrande will realize that the night elves need magic."
Maiev was horrified: "Crazy, crazy, Cordana, have you forgotten? Because Queen Azshara abused magic, she almost caused the destruction of this world. We night elves must learn a lesson."
Cordana's eyes radiated with crazy light: "Reject magic, reject change, and only ignorantly believe in the moon god. What's the point of the night elves like this? It's better to perish like this."
"Corruption, Cordana, you have completely fallen." Maiev shouted loudly, but it was meaningless.
Cordana Evil Song had a smile on her lips and recited the soul spell.
This is a magic called the Soul Mill. The power of the shadow condenses into a ball, like two millstones, crushing the soul of the monster, and then generates an evil flame to burn the broken soul.
The monster on the stone pillar made a crazy cry, and finally lowered its head, silently, and the ten thousand years of imprisonment ended at this moment.
"It's all over, Illidan, my love, I did it." Cordana closed her eyes and showed a relieved smile, contented.
Maiev is very strange. Although they have the Chaos Grimoire, it is not easy to learn the magic on it, especially in the realm of souls. The night elves have not studied it deeply and are simply laymen.
"Cordana." Maiev asked in a cold voice, "How did you learn the magic from the Chaos Grimoire?"
"Of course my dear Illidan taught me this." Cordana said with a smile, showing a warm smile:
"After the destruction of the Black Temple, I met Illidan in Shadowmoon Valley. He was holding a small flower given to him by Tyrande. He said that he would never forget Tyrande's love. This made me furious.
My heart was moved, I fell in love with him at first sight."
Mai Wei was stunned for a long time, and then showed a bitter smile:
"Cordana, you have been deceived. Tyrande has never given Illidan any gifts. Never. The Illidan you saw is fake."
Darnassus.
Tyrande slowly opened her eyes, and before her eyes appeared Mount Hyjal, the night elf village. At this moment, she was a night elf girl. Looking out from the wooden house, the moonlight was bright, like a white veil covering it.
Touch the earth.
Under the moonlight, with the shadows of the trees dancing, she saw Malfurion and Illidan, the two brothers playing happily under the tree. Illidan was extremely intelligent and extremely talented. No one could compete with him in any game, but let
He was very considerate and always gave way to his brother, making Malfurion have a great time.
"Illidan, my brother." Malfurion once again won the game and said happily: "I met a strange creature in the forest. He has the upper body of a night elf and the lower body of a deer.
, he knows some interesting tricks and can transform into various animals."
"It's really good." Illidan has not yet learned to refute his brother's opinions, and always obeys Malfurion's words: "That must be an interesting trick."
With his brother's support, Malfurion said happily: "Yes, brother, the weirdo said that I have the talent to learn magic. You and I will study together that day. I will perform for everyone to see. Lisa will be happy."
"Lisa?"
Tyrande frowned after hearing this, and her originally carefree mood instantly cast a shadow.
Those lost memories showed signs of awakening, and the scene in front of me was similar yet so strange.
"No, no, this is not real, this is a dream." Tyrande shouted loudly, and the scene in front of him was frozen. The branches swaying in the breeze, the shadows of the trees, everything stopped.
Tyrande looked at this strange scene in surprise, and then she heard a familiar voice:
"You have indeed forgotten, Tyrande Whisperwind, for ten thousand years."
"Illidan, it's you." Tyrande was shocked. Illidan had never called her such a formal name before.
"It's me. I just want to see you and see what you have done after ten thousand years."
Illidan pushed open the door and walked in. At this moment, Illidan had a handsome face, a tall figure, and his golden eyes were even brighter. His hair was trimmed very short, and he was wearing strange black tight-fitting clothes. It was impossible to tell whether the material was fur or satin.
It's as smooth as a mirror, and the neckline and sleeves are obviously tightened.
Tyrande noticed that Illidan's demeanor and attire at this moment were completely different from the Illidan in his impression. He had a detached temperament, and the two seemed to be in completely different worlds.
"It's been ten thousand years, how are you? My brother, how is he doing?" Illidan asked melancholy.
Memories came to Tyrande's mind. In her dream, she suddenly remembered that the prisoners who had been locked up in the Watcher's Cave for 10,000 years immediately showed a cautious look: "Illidan, why are you here? How can you still be here?"
Sneak into my dream, what are you doing here? Are you here to take revenge on me? It is Maiev who imprisons you and tortures you, it has nothing to do with me."
"Tylande Whisperwind, you still haven't changed at all."
Illidan smiled faintly and looked up at the sky. It was daytime when the night elves were sleeping soundly:
"The universe has been turned upside down, but you still live a simple life. Ten thousand years ago, Xavius and I left Mount Hyjal and became a member of the Highborne. It seems like just yesterday. In these ten thousand years, my
The experience is rich and colorful, we conquer strange worlds, we educate all living beings, we continue to progress and change, our fleet..."
Illidan shook his head: "Forget it, you don't understand even after I tell you. Maybe you like this kind of life. It's nice to see you. Tyrande Whisperwind, Sylvanas has evil intentions, you must be careful.
Remember, don’t attack the planet Argus, it’s a trap. As a childhood friend, I can only tell you this.”
Tyrande looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Illidan in front of her strangely, not knowing what he was talking about. At this moment, her mind seemed to be filled with a ball of paste.
Illidan waved goodbye to Tyrande, and the dream suddenly shattered. Tyrande woke up from her sleep, and a guard broke into her bedroom. This was a very rude behavior, unless something big happened.
"Lord Tyrande, something bad has happened. Illidan is dead. He died in the Vault of the Watcher."
"Dead?"
Tyrande rubbed his slightly numb forehead and thought that this strange dream turned out to be Illidan's final farewell. It was good that he finally got rid of this trouble, but without Illidan, how would he deal with Sylvanas?
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Dark and cold.
The Grimoire of Chaos cannot kill the immortal soul of a god, but instead allows him to break free from his physical body.
The monster opened his eyes, and now he had a new body, a strong night elf body.
In front of him was a night elf woman as beautiful as a flower.
"Aman'Thul, do you still remember me?" The woman smiled like a flower and her voice was cold. (To be continued)