"Clang"

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from the deepest underground of the Watcher's Cave. The straight-line distance from the ground here is at least about 150 meters. The rocks at this depth are very strong and are shaped into a structure similar to a cave with special magic, and are covered with shadow traps. Unless you are extremely familiar with this place, there is only one result for any outsider to move forward freely here.

Death...and it will die miserably.

In this quiet darkness, the high priest of the moon, Tyrande, followed closely behind Mavie. Her eyes swept through the stone walls on both sides of the cave from time to time. The many "special" specimens hung were mostly demons, and some strange creatures in other worlds.

These are the prey found by the Watcher Organization over the past ten thousand years. Most of them are some scum "smuggled" into this world, including powerful creatures from the stars, but they still fell here and died tragically under the shadow blade of the Watcher. The activities of this organization in the Azeroth world are very secret. Only a few people have heard of the legend about the Watcher, and a large part of them will regard it as a nonsense myth.

However, they are real.

"How did you know I'm here, Mavi?"

Tyrande whispered:

"My whereabouts should be secret."

“I have my channel.”

The Watcher said impatiently: "Stop tempting, Tyrande, you are as suspicious as you 10,000 years ago! But not all Cardore is willing to follow you, and there are still some people who have not forgotten the danger... They are my eyes and my ears."

"I'm sorry."

The High Priest of the Moon was silent for a moment, and then said:

"I should have given more support to the Watchmen than letting you die like this..."

"This is not a good job in itself."

Mavie walked in the darkness, wearing armor, but she looked like a light cat, and she replied in a hoarse voice:

"The Watcher is the sword of shadow that protects the people, but the process of making the sword is too painful. If possible, I don't want my people to suffer such pain. The Watcher should wither. Our wither means that our people will no longer have threats from the outside world. I hope we will be the last watcher, but unfortunately... the war will never end."

"I always hate you, Tyrande."

Mavie's figure flashed into the darkness, and a moment later, in the heavy sound of some mechanism, she said bluntly:

"Because you are too naive, because you are too stubborn, because you are too conservative, but if Galade thinks you will be a perfect leader, then I would think so, but now it seems that Galade is wrong, you introduced Cardore into a bad war, look at you... how desperate you have to look for a lunatic like Illidan to protect you?"

"Not to protect me, Mavie."

Tyrande sighed:

"It is to protect our people."

"Whatever you say."

The watchman's figure appeared on a large rock, and she waved to Tyrande:

"I tell you in advance that Illidan can be released from prison, but don't expect me to let him go out of my sight. After the war is over, he has to come back to this cage. You should be very clear about how dangerous his power and the things he hides are for Kadore and the whole world... unless you can convince him to hand over those things and destroy them in front of me."

“I will try.”

Tyrande pursed her lips, and she looked at the slowly opened, owl-like stone barrier in front of her. After that barrier, there was a road that seemed to lead to the dark abyss, a floating road covering endless shadows. At the end of the road, there was a space locked by the power of the watcher's shadow, in which the most dangerous creatures in the entire Watcher's cave were imprisoned.

Illidan. Storm.

"Ka, da, da"

Tyrande's battle boots stepped on the dark stone slab, and Mavi followed her quietly. The two women with the highest status in the Kadore civilization had reached an agreement. At this stormy moment, Kadore should indeed gather all the power that can be used, but this power must be controlled, especially the one in front of him.

Compared with the other cages in the Watcher's Cave, the shadow space in front of me seemed very quiet, without the roar of the prisoners, nor did there be too many unsettling breaths, just as if there was nothing inside. Tyrande and Mavie stepped on the stairs. At the moment when the Watcher put the knife wheel on the owl sculpture on the edge of the steps, four silver moonlights flowed rapidly on the steps, and finally exposed the entire shadow space like a cumbersome lock, exposing the interior scene to the two women.

The interior was almost empty, except for a night elf male sitting cross-legged in the center of the cage with his back facing away from them.

His upper body was naked, and his back was covered with various ancient scars. They were traces of war left by hundreds of fierce battles in the ancient war. What was noticeable was the strange magic patterns drawn by the man behind. Although they were still in an unactivated state, neither Tyrande nor Mavi could feel a special magic power from the magic patterns.

Obscure, deep and dangerous, this is the manifestation of this man's special power, and the human form is just the primary carrier of his terrifying power...

The man had long green hair, probably because he thought he was too lazy to take care of it, so he tied the hair into a ponytail, and his face had a crimson strip of cloth covering his eyes, looking like a pitiful blind man, but in fact it was not the case. These eyes were one of the most powerful weapons of Illidan and the "gift" given to him by the Dark Titan ten thousand years ago.

Behind him, under the helmet of the Watcher Mavi, a trace of hatred flashed in his beautiful eyes. The man in front of him, who had almost killed her brother who had depended on each other, was a threat, no doubt.

"I heard..."

The man suddenly spoke:

"A familiar heartbeat, a familiar breath, that familiar fragrance, Tyrande, is it you?"

His voice was low, hoarse, and a hint of unconcealed fatigue, but there was also a hint of expectation. Looking at the familiar back in front of him, Tyrande couldn't help but think of the happy time she and the Raging Wind brothers grew up together ten thousand years ago. At that time, they were like real relatives, but unfortunately, the man in front of him embarked on a completely different path from her and Malfurion.

She was extremely disappointed with him, but soon she realized that what was hidden behind that disappointment was actually a kind of loss.

Love is like a sharp sword, cutting the relationship between her and Illidan into pieces. She didn't want it, but fate is so cruel. Perhaps in the deepest part of her heart, she would still expect Illidan to be the impulsive and reckless young man ten thousand years ago.

"It's me, Illidan."

Tyrand tried to make his tone seem dull, but she didn't even realize it. There was a little trembling in her tone. When she heard this familiar voice, the stagnant temperament of the man in front of her seemed to be broken. He was a little embarrassed, and he said:

"Why don't you tell me in advance that you're coming, maybe... maybe I can clean up and see what I'm now... a mess, they won't give me a comb or a knife to repair my face. I must be terrible now, you say right? My lovely lady Mavi, you hate me, right? Hate makes your steps so low..."

"This is not like the performance that a super assassin should have...Mavie, tell me, do you want to kill me?"

The lady of Watcher hidden in the shadow couldn't help but take a step forward, but Tyrand reached out and grabbed her wrist. Mavi turned to look at Tyrand. She saw a plea in Tyrand's eyes. Finally, Mavi's hand armor moved for a moment, and she turned and walked into the darkness. After a while, on the stairs, dozens of magic chains that bound Illidan in an invisible posture were suddenly cut off. In the low buzzing sound, Illidan moved his shoulders and stood up from the ground.

He turned around and revealed his face covered by a crimson strip of cloth. An unconcealed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He approached Tyrande, but made Tyrande take a step back subconsciously, and also let Illidan's outstretched hand stop where he was.

The atmosphere between the two was a little awkward. Tyrand looked at the man in front of her and said softly:

"Illidan, let me talk about greetings later, Malfurion, your brother... was captured by Azshara, the demon was trying to attack Mount Hygar, and Senarius was dead... I need your strength, the people need your strength."

"What do people have to do with me?"

Illidan tilted his neck, and he reached out and twisted the bones around his neck. He took a deep breath, skimmed over Tyrande, standing at the edge of the stairs, and spread his arms as if he was embracing something:

"Ah, free..."

"Since you need me, Tyrande, I will stand on your side..."

Yilidan's fingers moved, and the two alien moon blades jumped into his hand like they broke through space. These two moon blades were wider and more ferocious than the sentries of the Dark Night Experience, like two crescent moons. What's more terrifying is that the scorching evil fire wrapped around these two moon blades, turning them into terrifying killing weapons.

"bass"

The thorn blade wheel pierced from the shadow behind Illidan and pressed against the man's neck, and Mavi's voice rang behind him:

"I will stare at you, Illidan, I am very much looking forward to cutting off your head, so don't give me this opportunity..."

"Um..."

A smile appeared on the corner of the man with a dark red cloth blindfold. His fingers were swung, and two terrifying weapons disappeared into the air. He stretched out his fingers and pressed the sword wheel slowly away from his neck. He tilted his head and said softly:

"Stop making trouble, you need me, Mavie little beloved..."

"Now, let my followers be released, we have suppressed anger for ten thousand years..."

“We need to release it in a desperate situation…”

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"Bang"

Something was thrown on the deepest stone table in the Shadow Forest of Ferwood Forest, which was a map that included all the roads and mountain terrain at the junction of Ferwood Forest and Mount Hygar.

The fearful demon king Bainholler, who escaped from Terion, looked carefully at the map, then looked up at the demon assassin Akali:

“Where did this thing come from?”

Akali, who covered half of her face with a mask, played with her dagger, and she said in a deep voice:

"Naga gave me...that group of weird soft-skinned snakes were planning to land on the Black Coast and attack the elves' strongholds in the Ashes Valley and the Black Coast. They needed us to attract the attention of the elves. My assassins went to the battlefield to see it. The map marked all the real ones, including the terrain inside the Wood-throated Fortress of the lowly bears, all the real ones..."

"That is, after the elves blocked the road from Ferwood Forest to the Holy Mountain, we can also raid south from the Code Word Canyon in Winter Springs Valley and go straight to the edge of Mount Haigar?"

The fearful demon Bernholler grabbed his chin and his eyes narrowed:

"Well...it looks very good."

"The Nagas also told me that as long as we can promise them a condition, they can open a passage for us to rush from the frontal battlefield into the Hajjal position tonight."

The demon assassin Akali whispered:

"They look confident and, to be sure, they should have their people in the elves of Mount Hygar."

“What conditions?”

Squatting aside, the abyss lord Malonos, who was like a burning volcano, asked in a deep voice. The sound was like thunder. The arrogance made Akali unable to help glar at the abyss lord, and it answered reluctantly:

"The Nagas want that tree, the elves' tree of the world, Nordashir, and they don't want anything except that tree."

"Easy!"

Bainholler laughed and said to Akali:

"Promise them, after we destroy the elves of Mount Hygar, the tree will be left to them!"

"No!"

Manolos roared like a furious volcano:

"That tree belongs to the Legion! That tree belongs to me!"

"Don't be stupid! Big guy."

Bainholler turned his head and glared at the Vandal:

"What is trust? We can cooperate with Naga or kill them just by turning it over! The most important thing now is to capture Mount Hygar and solve the trouble of the elves before the fraudster completely loses patience. As for what we have to do after occupying Mount Hygar, we have the final say?"

"You don't really think I'm going to fulfill my promise with Naga, right? Please, we are demons! Have you ever seen a law-abiding demon?!"

Bainholler looked at the Abyss Lord behind him in disgust. He hated dealing with such an insane guy, but now it needed Manolos' brute force, and it could only explain it clearly.

"Tell those Nagas, just tonight!"
Chapter completed!