Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Wow"

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground is heard in the deepest underground of the Watchmen’s Grotto. The straight-line distance from the ground is at least about 150 meters. The rock at this depth is very strong and shaped like a karst cave with special magic. The structure is full of shadow traps. Unless you are very familiar with this place, there will be only one result for any outsider to go forward in this place.

Die...and die terribly.

In this secluded darkness, Tyrande, the high priest of the moon, immediately followed Maiev. Her gaze swept across the stone walls on both sides of the cave from time to time. Those hanging with many "special" specimens were mostly demons. There are some strange strange creatures.

These are the prey found by the watchmen's organization for thousands of years. Most of them are "smuggled" into the dross of this world. Many of them are powerful creatures from the stars, but they still fall here and died in the shadow front of the watchman. Under the blade, this organization's activities in the world of Azeroth are very secretive. Only a very small number of people have heard the legend about the Overwatch, and a large part of them will regard it as a nonsense myth.

However, they are real.

"How do you know that I am 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 ten thousand years ago! But not all Cadore are willing to follow you, and there are still some people who have not forgotten the danger. .. they are my eyes, my ears."

"I'm very sorry."

The high priest was silent for a moment, and then said:

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

"This is not a good job in itself."

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

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

"I always hate you, Tyrande."

Maiev's figure flashed into the darkness, and a moment later, in the heavy sound of a certain organ, she said outspokenly:

"Because you are too naive, because you are too stubborn, because you are too conservative, but if Garod thinks you will be a perfect leader, then I will think so, but now it seems that Garod is wrong, you put Cadore has introduced a terrible war, look at you... how desperate are you to find a lunatic like Illidan to protect you?"

"Not protect me, Maiev."

Tyrande sighed:

"It is to protect our people."

"Whatever you say."

The figure of Ms. Watcher appeared on a large stone, and she beckoned to Tyrande:

"I tell you in advance that Illidan can be released from prison, but don’t expect me to let him out of my sight. After the war, he has to come back to this cage. You should be very clear about his strength and what he hid. How dangerous those things are for Cardore and the whole world...unless, you can convince him to let them hand them over and destroy them in my face."

"I will try."

Tyrande pursed her lips, and she looked at the slowly opening, owl-like stone enchantment, and after that enchantment, there was a road that seemed to lead to the dark abyss, which was floating with endless shadows. The empty road, at the end of that road, is a space locked up by the shadow of the watchman. In that space, the most dangerous creatures in the entire watchman's pit are imprisoned.

Illidan Stormrage.

"Da da da"

Tyrande's boots stepped on the dark slate, Maiev followed behind her silently, and the two women with the highest status of the Kadore civilization had reached an agreement. At this moment of storm, Kadore It is true that we should gather all the power that can be used, but this power must be controlled, especially the one in front of us.

Compared to the other cages in the Watchmen’s Cave, the shadow space in front of him is very quiet, without the sound of the prisoners roaring, and there is not much disturbing breath, just like there is nothing inside, Tyran De and Maiwei stepped up the stairs. At the moment Ms. Watcher put her own knife wheel on the owl sculpture on the edge of the steps, four silver moonlights flowed rapidly on the steps, and finally the entire shadow space was opened. Like the tedious lock, the internal scene is exposed to the two women.

There was almost nothing inside, except for a night elf male sitting back in the center of the cage.

He was naked with his upper body, and his back was covered with various ancient scars, which were the traces of war left by hundreds of fierce battles in the battle of the ancients. The striking features were the strange magic patterns painted on the back of this man. Although it is still in an inactive state, whether it is Tyrande or Maiev, you 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 human form is only the first carrier of his terrorist power...

This man has long green hair, probably thought he was too lazy to take care of it, so he bundled that long hair into a ponytail, and his face was covered with a deep red stripe, covering his eyes, and it looked like It looks like a poor blind man, but in fact it is not the case. These eyes are one of Illidan's most powerful weapons and a "gift" given to him by the Dark Titan ten thousand years ago.

Behind him, under the helmet of Warden Maiev, there was a hint of hatred shining in those beautiful eyes. The man in front of him had almost killed her dependent brother. He was a threat, no doubt.

"I heard..."

The man suddenly said:

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

His voice was low, hoarse, and there was a trace of exhaustion, but there was also a look of anticipation. Looking at the familiar back in front of him, Tyrande couldn't help but think of 10,000 years ago, she and the Brothers of Fury The happy time of growing up, they were like real loved ones at that time, 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 loss.

Love is like a sword, cutting the relationship between her and Illidan, she doesn’t want to be like this, but fate is so cruel, maybe in the deepest of her heart, she will still expect Illidan to still It was the impulsive young man 10,000 years ago.

"It's me, Illidan."

Tyrande tried to make her tone as plain as possible, but even she did not realize that there was a little tremor in her tone, and hearing the familiar voice, the frozen temperament of the man in front of him seemed to be broken. He was a little embarrassed, he said:

"Why don’t you tell me you’re coming in advance, maybe... maybe I can clean it up and look at me now... a mess, they refuse to give me a comb or a knife to repair my face, I It must be bad by now, right? My lovely Ms. Maiev, you hate me, right? Hate makes your footsteps so low..."

"It's not like what a super assassin should have... Maiev, tell me, are you trying to kill me?"

The Lady Watchman hidden in the shadow couldn’t help but step forward, but Tyrande stretched her hand to hold her wrist. Maiev looked back at Tyrande. She saw a pleading in Tyrande’s eyes. Eventually, Maiev Her armor moved a bit, and she turned and walked into the darkness. After a few moments, dozens of magic chains that bound Illidan in an invisible posture on the ladder suddenly cut off. In a low hum, Yili Dan moved his shoulders and stood up from the ground.

He turned around, revealing the face covered by the crimson cloth, a smile uncovered on the corner of his mouth, he approached Tyrande, but made Tyrande step back subconsciously, also Let Illidan reach out and stop.

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

"Ilidan, let me say a few words later, Malfurion, your brother... was captured by Azshara, the demon is trying to attack Mount Hyjal, Cenarius is also dead...I need you Power, the people need your power."

"People, what are you doing with me?"

Illidan crooked his neck. He stretched his hands and twisted the bones around his neck. He took a deep breath, skimmed Tyrande, and stood on the edge of the stairs. He opened his arms like he was hugging something:

"Ah, freedom..."

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

Illidan's fingers moved a bit, and two shaped moon blades jumped into his hands like they were breaking through the space. These two moon blades were wider and more fierce than the use of the sentry in the dark night, like two. The meniscus, even more terrible, is that the scorching fiery fire is wrapped around these two moon blades, turning them into a terrifying murder weapon.

"bass"

The thorn-blade wheel protruded from the shadow behind Illidan and touched the man's neck. Maiev's voice rang behind him:

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

"Ok..."

A man with a crimson cloth blindfold smiled at the corner of his mouth, his fingers flicked, two horrible weapons disappeared into the air, he stretched out his fingers, resisted Maiev's sharp knife wheel, and put the knife wheel Slowly pushing away from his neck, he tilted his head and said softly:

"Don't make a fuss, you need me, Maiev...

"Now, release my followers, but we have suppressed anger for ten thousand years..."

"We urgently need to release it..."

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"boom"

One thing was thrown on the deepest stone table in the Shadowwood of Felwood. It was a map of all roads and mountain terrain at the junction of Felwood and Mount Hyjal.

The feared demon king Bernholler, who had escaped from Tyrion, carefully looked at the map, and then looked up at the demon assassin Akali:

"Where did this thing come from?"

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

"Naga gave me... the eccentric group of soft-snake snakes intending to land on the Black Coast and attack the elven strongholds of Ashenvale and the Black Coast. They need us to attract the attention of the elves for them. My assassins go to the battlefield After that, the things marked on this map are all true, including the terrain inside the wooden throat fortresses of the humble bears, they are all true..."

"That is to say, after the elves blocked the road from Felwood to the Holy Mountain, we can also storm south from the Whispering Gorge in Winter Springs, all the way to the edge of Mount Hyjal?"

The dreadlord Bernholler grabbed his chin, his eyes narrowed:

"Well...it looks good."

"The Naga also told me that as long as we can promise them a condition, they will be able to open the passage for us from the frontal battlefield to the position of Mount Hyjal tonight."

The demon assassin Akali said softly:

"They look confident, and indeed, they seem to have their people in the elven army of Mount Hyjal."

"What conditions?"

Squatting on the side, the abyss lord Malonos like a burning volcano asked in a deep voice, the sound was like thunder, and the brutal noise made Akali could not help but glared at the abyss lord. The willing answer:

"The Naga wanted the tree, Nordrassil, the world tree of the elves, and they wanted nothing but the tree."

"Easy!"

Bernholler laughed and said to Akali:

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

"Do not!"

Mannoroth shouted like a furious volcano:

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

"Don't be stupid! Hunk."

Bernholler turned his head and glared at the spoilers:

"What is trust? We can cooperate with Naga or kill them by changing hands! The most important thing now is that before the fraudster completely loses patience, he conquers Mount Hyjal and solves the trouble of the elves. As for our occupation of Hyjal What should we do after the mountain?

"Don't you really think that I intend to fulfill the promise with Naga? Please, we are demons! Have you seen the law-abiding demons?!"

Bernholler looked at the abyss lord behind him in disgust. It hated dealing with such a mentally incompetent guy, but now it needs the brute force of Mannoroth, which can only be explained so clearly.

"Tell those Naga, just tonight!"

"Tonight...I will step into Mount Hyjal!"

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