Azeroth’s Death Track

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

Die...and die badly.

In this quiet darkness, the high priest of the moon, Tyrande, followed closely behind Maiev. Her gaze swept across the stone walls on both sides of the cave from time to time. There were many special specimens hanging there, most of them were demons, or There are some weird alien creatures.

These are the prey that the Watcher organization has found for thousands of years. Most of them are some scum that smuggled into this world. Under the Blade, the activities of this organization in the world of Azeroth are very secretive. Only a very small number of people have heard 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 was here, Maiev?

Tyrande asked in a low voice:

My whereabouts should be secret.

I have my channel.

Ms. Watcher said impatiently: Don't try again, Tyrande, you are as suspicious as you were ten thousand years ago! But not all Kaldorei are willing to follow you, there are always some people who have not forgotten the danger. ..they are my eyes, my ears.

I'm very sorry.

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

I should have given more support to the watchmen, instead of letting you wither like this...

It's not a good job in itself.

Maiev walked in the dark, wearing armor but like a light cat, she replied in a hoarse voice:

The Warden is the shadow sword that protects the people, but the process of casting the sword is too painful. If possible, I don't want my people to suffer such pain. The Warden should wither. Our withering means that our people will not There are threats from the outside world, I hope we will be the last watchman, but alas...the war will never end.

I've always hated you, Tyrande.

Maiev's figure flashed into the darkness, and a moment later, amidst 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 Garald thought you would be a perfect leader, then I would think so too, but now it seems that Garald is wrong, you put The kaldorei have ushered in a bad war, and look at you... how desperate are you to seek a madman like Illidan to protect you?

Not protecting me, Maiev.

Tyrande sighed:

It's about protecting our people.

You can say what you want.

The figure of Lady Watcher appeared on a large rock, and she beckoned to Tyrande:

I told you in advance that Illidan can get out of prison, but don't expect me to let him out of my sight. After the war is over, he has to come back to this cage. You should be very clear about his power and what he hides. How dangerous those things are to Kaldorei and the whole world... Unless, you can convince him to hand over those things, and then destroy them in front of me.

I'll try.

Tyrande pursed her lips. She looked at the owl-like stone barrier that slowly opened in front of her. Behind the barrier, there was a road leading to a dark abyss. It was a floating world shrouded in endless shadows. The empty road, at the end of the road, is a space locked by the power of the shadow of the watcher. In that space, the most dangerous creatures in the entire watcher's crypt are imprisoned.

Illidan Stormrage.

Da da da

Tyrande's combat boots stepped on the dark stone slab, and Maiev followed her silently. The two women with almost the highest status in the Kaldorei civilization had reached an agreement. At this precarious moment, Kaldorei It is true that all available power should be collected, but this power must be controlled, especially the one in front of you.

Compared with other cages in the Watcher's Vault, this shadow space in front of me is very quiet, there is no roaring sound from the prisoners, and there is not much disturbing atmosphere, as if there is nothing inside, Tai Lan De and Maiev stepped up the stairs, and at the moment when Ms. Watcher put her own knife wheel on the owl sculpture on the edge of the steps, four silvery moonlights flowed rapidly on the steps, and finally the entire shadow space seemed to be opened. Like a cumbersome lock, it exposed the internal scene to the two women.

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

He was bare-chested, and his back was covered with all kinds of ancient scars, which were the marks of war left by hundreds of fierce battles in the Battle of the Ancients. What caught the eye were the strange magic patterns drawn on the back of this man , although it is still in an inactive state, whether it is Tyrande or Maiev, they can feel a special magic power from the magic pattern.

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

This man has long green hair, probably because he thought he was too lazy to take care of it, so he tied the long hair into a ponytail, and he wore a dark red cloth strip on his face, covering his eyes, making him look like a Like a poor blind man, but not really, these eyes are one of Illidan's most powerful weapons and a gift given to him by the Dark Titan 10,000 years ago.

Behind him, under the helmet of Watcher Maiev, there was a trace of hatred in those beautiful eyes. The man in front of him had almost killed her brother who was dependent on her. He was a threat, no doubt about it.

I heard...

The man suddenly said:

A familiar heartbeat, a familiar breathing, that familiar fragrance, Tyrande, is that you?

His voice was deep and hoarse, and there was a trace of undisguised fatigue, but there was also a hint of expectation in it. Looking at the familiar figure in front of her, Tyrande couldn't help thinking of the time she and Brother Stormrage had grown up together 10,000 years ago. In the happy time when they grew up, they were like real relatives at that time, but it was a pity that the man in front of him took a completely different path from her and Malfurion.

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

Love is like a sharp sword, cutting the relationship between her and Illidan to pieces. She doesn't want to do this, but fate is so cruel. Maybe in the deepest part of her heart, she still expects Illidan to remain It was the impulsive and reckless young man ten thousand years ago.

It's me, Illidan.

Tyrande tried her best to keep her tone as calm as possible, but even she didn't realize that there was a little more tremor in her tone, and hearing this familiar voice, the stagnant temperament wrapped around the man in front of her seemed to be broken, A little embarrassed, he said:

Why didn't you tell me you were coming, maybe...maybe I could clean up, look I'm...a mess, they won't give me a comb, or a knife to fix my face, I It must be bad right now, don't you think? My lovely Lady Maiev, you hate me, don't you? Hate makes your steps so low...

This doesn't seem like the behavior of a super assassin... Maiev, tell me, are you trying to kill me?

The watcher lady hiding in the shadows couldn't help taking a step forward, but Tyrande reached out and grabbed her wrist. Maiev looked back at Tyrande, and she saw a pleading look in Tyrande's eyes. In the end, Maiev The gauntlet moved, and she turned and walked into the darkness. A moment later, on the stairs, dozens of magic chains that bound Illidan in an invisible manner were suddenly cut off. In the low buzzing sound, Illidan Dan flexed his shoulders and stood up from the ground.

He turned around, revealing the face that was covered by the crimson cloth strips, and there was an undisguised smile on the corner of his mouth, he approached Tyrande, but made Tyrande subconsciously take a step back, also Let Illidan's outstretched hand stop in place.

The atmosphere between the two was a bit awkward, Tyrande looked at the man in front of her, and she said softly:

Illidan, I will say my greetings later, Malfurion, your brother... was taken by Azshara, the demons are trying to attack Mount Hyjal, Cenarius is dead... I need you Your strength, the people need your strength.

People, what have you got to do with me?

Illidan tilted his neck, he reached out and twisted the bones in his neck, he took a deep breath, passed Tyrande, stood on the edge of the stairs, he opened his arms, as if hugging something:

Ah, freedom...

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

Illidan moved his fingers, and two moonblades jumped into his hands as if they had broken through the space. These two moonblades were wider and more ferocious than those used by the sentinels in the dark night experience, like two moonblades. What's more, the scorching fel energy wrapped around the two moon blades, turning them into terrifying killing weapons.

bass

The thorn knife wheel pierced out from the shadow behind Illidan and touched the man's neck. Maiev's voice sounded behind him:

I'll be watching you, Illidan, I'm looking forward to beheading you, so don't give me this chance...

Um...

A smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the man wearing a crimson cloth eyepatch. He flicked his fingers, and the two terrifying weapons disappeared into the air. He stretched out his fingers and pressed against Maiev's sharp knife wheel. Slowly pushing away from his neck, he tilted his head and said softly:

Stop making trouble, you need me, Maiev, darling...

Now, release my followers, we have suppressed the anger of ten thousand years...

We urgently need to release it...

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Something was thrown on the stone table in the deepest part of Shadowhold in Felwood Forest. It was a map that included all the roads and mountain terrain at the junction of Felwood Forest and Mount Hyjal.

The dread demon king Bain Heller, who narrowly escaped from Tyrion, looked at the map carefully, and 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 said in a deep voice:

Given to me by the Naga... that group of weird soft-skinned snakes are planning to land on the Darkshore and attack the elf strongholds in Ashenvale and Darkshore. They need us to attract the attention of the elves for them. My assassins are going to the battlefield to see After all, everything marked on this map is true, including the terrain inside the Timbermaw Fortress of those despicable bearmen, all of which are true...

That is to say, after the elves blocked the road from Felwood to the holy mountain, we can still raid south from the Darkwhisper Valley in Winterspring, all the way to the edge of Mount Hyjal?

Dreadlord Bainholler scratched his chin, his eyes narrowed:

Well...it looks pretty good.

Those Naga also told me that as long as we can promise them a condition, they can open a passage for us to rush into the Mount Hyjal position from the frontal battlefield tonight.

Demon Assassin Akali said softly:

They look so confident, and sure enough, they look like they should be part of the elf army on Mount Hyjal.

What conditions?

Squatting aside, the abyss lord Maronos, who looked like a burning volcano, asked in a deep voice. The voice was like thunder. Akali couldn't help but glared at the abyss lord because of the tyrannical noise. willingly replied:

The Naga want that tree, Nordrassil, the world tree of the elves, and they want nothing but that tree.

Easy!

Bainholler laughed and said to Akali:

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

No!

Mannoroth roared like a raging volcano:

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

Don't be silly! Big man.

Bernholler turned his head and glared at the saboteur:

What is trust? We can cooperate with the Naga, or we can kill them by changing hands! The most important thing now is to capture Mount Hyjal and solve the trouble of the elves before the fraudsters lose their patience completely. As for us occupying Hyjal What to do after the mountain, isn't it up to us?

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

Bainholle looked at the abyss lord behind him in disgust. It hated dealing with such a lack of intelligence, but now it needed Mannoroth's brute force, and it could only explain it clearly in this way.

Tell those naga, it's tonight!

Tonight...I'm going to step into Mount Hyjal!