Maiev seemed to have seen through everything, staring at Malfurion with a smile, and said slowly:
"Malfurion, Tyrande's death is a shame to the night elves. In order to prevent the banshee from desecrating her body, we must act quickly. Don't worry, Illidan will bring back Sylvanas's head soon, and she will be killed."
The end will come to those who forget."
"No, no, your actions ruined everything."
Malfurion had no choice but to make up an excuse:
"Okay, let me tell you, Maiev, this is just a lie. In fact, Tyrande got the will of the moon god."
Maiev nodded without any surprise: "If this is the case, I need you to explain it clearly to the clansmen, and I will agree to let Illidan withdraw."
Secretly forming an alliance with the Forsaken is a big deal, and even Maiev has to keep it a secret.
Malfurion understood the priorities and could only take the initiative to stand up, tell the night elves the so-called "truth" about Tyrande's fake death, and follow the moon god's will to hunt down Sylvanas.
The monster's movement was very fast. It entered the camp of the Forsaken and quickly wiped out the remaining Forgotten. The monster locked onto Sylvanas' aura, although it sensed the vitality of a living person, which was familiar.
Tyrande was undoubtedly there, but he didn't give up there.
Sylvanas separated from Tyrande, and just after walking out of the cave, she suddenly felt her scalp numb. It seemed that the most terrifying thing had happened, and her whole body was out of control.
Antonidas on the side was even more unbearable, his undead body was trembling, shaking like dead branches and leaves in the autumn wind, and seemed to wither at any time.
The reason why low-level undead have no fear is because they are mentally incompetent. In fact, the emotions of high-level undead like them are no different from those of living people.
"Someone is here, it must be Illidan Stormrage." Antonidas said tremblingly.
"Really Malfurion's brother?"
Sylvanas had long heard of Illidan's name, including his bizarre legends. In fact, she was a little dissatisfied, thinking that the claims were exaggerated and mostly false lies. She didn't think that a night elf could be so strong.
Antonidas wanted to open the portal, but unfortunately there were restrictions around him. He could only spread his hands helplessly and said with a wry smile: "It seems we must accept the second death."
"I am not willing to give in." Sylvanas roared in despair, and then begged: "Illidan, listen to me, Tyrande is not dead."
"I know!"
The monster finally appeared, floating in the air, quietly looking at the two undead:
"Whether Tyrande dies or not has nothing to do with whether I kill you two. Seeing the desperate expressions of you two, I feel very happy."
"You inhuman monster." Sylvanas fell into despair, gritting her teeth and roaring, but for some reason, a strange emotion appeared in her heart.
After becoming undead, Sylvanas was called a monster more than once, including the prince of the Kingdom of Gilneas. Sylvanas had long secretly noted it.
At this moment, "Illidan" was covered with evil energy, with broken wings, bent magic horns, and a demonic body. He was also an out-and-out monster. Sylvanas suddenly felt a surge of sympathy.
of love.
"Your Majesty, never give up." Antonidas cherished his life, even if it was just an incomplete undead body, he hurriedly said: "Illidan, we can talk, I know you are locked up in the Watcher's Caves.
Within ten thousand years.”
"You're pitying me, aren't you?" the monster asked expressionlessly.
"No, no!" In order to survive, Antonidas quickly organized his words: "We all admire you very much. I was the leader of Dalaran before, and I have studied the night elves' methods. I know that Maiev uses soul magic to control
you."
"Do you have a way to break the soul magic?" the monster asked without hope.
Antonidas immediately shook his head: "No, but at least there is hope. I can gather a group of the best mages to study soul magic. As long as you give me time, I may not be unable to succeed."
The monster chuckled and said arrogantly:
"Antonidas, you don't understand the complexity of soul magic at all. With human wisdom, you can't even hope to understand its mysteries. To be honest, I know how to break this magic, but I can't find the right person. The entire Azeroth
No."
Antonidas knelt on the ground in despair. He thought he could delay time, but his hope was completely shattered.
Sylvanas on the side suddenly screamed: "Illidan, you are wrong. I know that there is someone who can break your soul magic, and it is in Azeroth."
The monster looked at Sylvanas in surprise. Although he could not read the other party's thoughts, he could still distinguish between true and false lies.
"Interesting, you didn't lie."
The monster's eyes lit up, and some hope emerged: "The former ranger general of Silvermoon City, the leader of the Forsaken, who is the strong person you can come into contact with? Guardian Medivh? Oh, no, no, I
Knowing him, he doesn't have this ability. Could it be Arthas, oh, I smell the breath of the moon god Elune, which one is it? Choose one of the two, or is there someone else?"
Sylvanas knew that the monster was looking for answers with her micro-expressions, and she quickly straightened her face. The rotten flesh on her face remained motionless, turning into a dead person.
Only undead creatures can do this.
"It's interesting, I couldn't find out the answer." The monster smiled softly and said: "Okay, I promise you, you can use this answer in exchange for me not killing you today. Sylvanas, you have no other choice.
You can only choose to believe me."
Sylvanas knew that she could only bet on whether the monster would keep its promise, so she said helplessly: "It's Arthas. I overheard him talking to his subordinates."
The monster nodded and said in surprise: "What an unexpected harvest. Arthas, your Scourge Legion, and the soul secrets you master, all belong to me."
At this moment, a red signal flare rose into the air in the direction of the night elf camp.
The monster secretly thought: The suitable person to remove the soul magic has been found, so there is no need to return to the Watcher's Crypt.
As long as it stays away from Warden Maiev and the jailers led by it, the monster is confident that no one can threaten it. Once the soul magic is lifted, it can return to the Watcher's Cave for revenge.
During the long years of darkness in the Watcher's Cave, the monster had already had enough. The monster soared into the sky and flew in another direction.
Maiev waited for a long time. Tyrande had returned to the camp safely, but there was no sign of "Illidan". Maiev was so angry that she was itching her teeth:
"This despicable guy Illidan actually took the opportunity to escape. I will hunt him to the ends of the earth and make him pay for today's betrayal."
Hearing that "Illidan" had escaped, Kael'thas had strange thoughts.
If anyone here knows the whereabouts of "Illidan", it is only Kael'thas. In order to get rid of his abnormal love for Tyrande, Illidan will definitely go to the outer lands.
Kael'thas wanted to follow him, but he couldn't make up his mind.
"Kyle, what are you thinking about?" Vashj came over and grabbed Kael'thas' arm with a pair of cold hands.
When it's hard to make a decision, Kael'thas likes to talk to others. At this moment, the two are passionately in love. Kael'thas believes in Vashj, so he expresses his worries.
After hearing this, Vashj's eyes flashed brightly, with a look of longing on his face, and he immediately said: "Kyle, don't hesitate, let us follow in the footsteps of Lord Illidan. In fact, I have already had the idea of entering the outer world.