In the dark cave of the Watcher, a mouse just poked its head out and was immediately frightened back by Maiev's murderous aura.
Maiev glared at Tyrande.
Compared to Tyrande, who only serves the Moon God devoutly, Maiev has a bottom line. For example, she has doubts about the Moon God more than once and will not blindly follow the Moon God's oracle.
Tyrande was well prepared for Maiev's rejection, and first asked coldly: "Maev, do you also want to disobey the Moon God's oracle?"
"I don't care what the oracle says." Maiev bared her teeth and claws angrily and argued: "I have my brothers and sisters in Ashvale. They are all my relatives. I will never betray my people no matter what."
"Betrayal?" Tyrande smiled and shook his head: "Maev, I understand you. In most cases, you will choose to protect your own people, but you will never have the courage to die for them. If you are not willing to release Eli,
Dan, then I will declare Illidan innocent, you tortured him for ten thousand years, guess what he will do to you."
"Tyrande, you are so despicable." Maiev hated it. If she had known this would happen, she would have forced Illidan's infatuation with her, so that she would not be coerced by Tyrande.
"Despicable." Tyrande looked at Maiev proudly: "I like this word very much, it is a compliment to me."
Maiev had no choice but to give up: "Okay, Tyrande, you win, Illidan is yours, and what about Ashenvale? I will implant him with false memories and transfer Ashenvale's
The night elves are regarded as enemies, but..."
Looking directly into Tyrande's eyes, Maiev asked curiously: "Is power really that important to you?"
"You won't understand, Maiev. After all, you are just a little warden." Tyrande took the key from Maiev's hand and walked briskly to the prison where Illidan was imprisoned. She wanted to release this beast.
A ferocious beast.
There is absolutely no airtight wall in the world.
Tyrande released Illidan in order to deal with the night elves in Ashenvale. The news soon spread from the Watcher's Cave. When Alaina Shining Star learned this information, she was stunned for a long time, and finally smiled bitterly.
Vocal:
"There is no other way. The compatriots in Ashen Valley can only flee in all directions. Let us take as many as we can."
"Illidan is only one person, are you so afraid of him?" Robbie asked.
Alaina Yaoxing looked at the sky of Ashenvale with a look of despair: "Master God, you don't understand how powerful Illidan is. He is simply a monster. Back then, we defeated the Ahn'Qiraj Zerg, but we didn't dare to go deep into it.
A team of dragons entered the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj to investigate, but no one came back."
The Temple of Ahn'Qiraj is the home of C'Thun, and the dragons are no match for the ancient gods.
"Later we sent Illidan." Alena Yaoxing recounted the past with fear: "After three days and three nights, Illidan came out. Except for being slightly tired, there were no scars on his body. We entered the God of Ahn'Qiraj.
I went to the temple and found that all the Zergs inside were dead, not a single living person, and many beings were more terrifying than the Dragon King."
Illidan in the Vault of the Watcher is actually Aman'Thul in disguise.
Although the warp is only a small part of the power of Aman'Thul, the father of the gods, after all, he possesses the powerful wisdom of a Titan, and C'Thun, who is still within the Titan's seal, is no match for him.
Robbie stood up and said confidently: "I will deal with Illidan. I will persuade him to do something truly meaningful, such as avenging Cenarius, instead of raising a butcher knife to face his own people."
Ten thousand years ago, Robbie and Illidan taught Maiev the method of torturing Amman'Thul's soul. Maiev was able to control Illidan to work for the night elves, and Robbie could completely tamper with Maiev's orders.
The beautiful hillside is covered with flowers of various colors.
Growing flowers is one of the few hobbies of the abyss lord Mannoroth. He carefully selects flower seeds from countless worlds and plants them in his residence.
Smell the attractive fragrance of flowers and feel the beauty of life.
Mannoroth is an abyss lord with a dream. He longs for the success of his Legion's great cause, so that he can retire and live in a world full of beautiful flowers without having to deal with a group of filthy orcs.
Such as Grom Hellscream and his savage minions.
When the night elves in Ashenvale slaughtered three thousand Warsong clan prisoners, Hellscream was extremely angry and complained all day long. Mannoroth knew that this was meant for him, complaining that Mannoroth did not take action himself.
Mannoroth accepted Archimonde's order to help the Warsong Clan in the dark, rather than charging at the front, so Mannoroth pretended not to hear and allowed the old orc to complain.
Not long after, Tyrande sent a letter, first apologizing for Ashenvale's behavior, and stating that Illidan Stormrage had been sent to punish the night elves in Ashenvale, and that Ashenvale would then belong to the Warsong clan.
This letter made Hellscream excited. The dragon clan cooperated and sent a thousand descendants of the Warsong clan. More orc soldiers were still on the way, and Hellscream began to be busy.
Hellscream hid a thousand soldiers in the small mountain col of Mannoroth. A special magic circle of the Burning Legion was built here, which can cover up the aura. Once all the night elves in Ashenvale are dead, Hellscream will take over Ashenvale.
"Who is Illidan Stormrage?" Hellscream suddenly asked in a confused manner.
Mannolos knew the truth ten thousand years ago and patiently explained:
"He is a genius that the night elves have not seen for thousands of years. It is said that the talent is even more powerful than Queen Azshara. Even the night elves who have been in the ten thousand years, even we, the Burning Legion, dare not..."
Mannoroth hurriedly shut up and almost missed the point. He paused and reminded: "Illidan is a very scary person. If you meet him, remember not to fight him alone. If you run away quickly, you may still have a chance to survive.
"
"Hahaha!" Hellscream stroked the sharp blood roar and said with great confidence: "All the enemies who opposed Hellscream, they are all dead. They are just night elves. I didn't take him seriously at all."
Suddenly, a strong smell of blood came.
Mannoroth frowned and wondered if these dirty orcs were fighting among themselves again and soiling my garden, but the smell of blood was too strong. Mannoroth hurried to the orc camp nearby with Hellscream.
.
There were originally a thousand orcs stationed here, soldiers just sent by the Dragon Clan.
All the orcs were gone, and there were only countless pieces of meat the size of tofu cubes on the ground, cut neatly and almost the same size.
A winged monster was flying in the air, with a pair of curved magic horns on its head, its eyes spurted out the power of evil energy, and it looked indifferently at the two people below.
"Are you Grom Hellscream, the murderer of Cenarius?" The monster looked at the old orc holding the blood roar: "Interesting, although Cenarius is an idiot, he was killed by a dirty creature like you.
Dead."
Hellscream quickly threw away Gorehowl and knelt on the ground: "Respected and great being, I am just an old and incompetent orc. How can I kill Lord Cenarius? The murderer is this abyss lord."
Mannoroth squinted at Hellscream and thought, You are too despicable for betraying me so quickly. As Archimonde's lieutenant, Mannoroth is no coward.