As he paced, Illidan Fury sensed a slight disturbance in the air caused by some kind of air current, followed by the sound of the cell door opening, and the sound of soft footsteps coming from the ascending stairs at the end of the cell.

He couldn't help but frown.

Every other week, the Warden would come down to maintain an array of spells that would make sure he couldn't store any mana—maybe a week. After spending so long in the dungeon, Illidan was not sure if his sense of time was correct, only that the interval between every two maintenance was about 110,000 breaths.

It has been less than half a day since the last maintenance. It stands to reason that no one will come down at this time.

And listen to footsteps......

Neither the soft slapping sound of the Treants, nor the standard boots of the Warden that make a sound when they touch the ground as the metal lining of the upper collides with each other, nor the crisp sound of the deer-like hooves of the sons of Cenarius hitting the ground.

Just by listening to the footsteps, Illidan could tell the basic information about the person.

Steady gait, obviously strong and strong, most likely a man. There is also the unique friction sound of cloth clothes in the walking, but the cadence is not uniform, and it seems that there is some hesitation and hesitation in my heart.

But no matter what, it's not the dungeon's keeper.

Knowing that there would never be an unrelated person who would come to visit him underground, an incredulous guess arose in Illidan's mind about the identity of this person.

For a moment, he was even a little short of breath, and subconsciously looked at the entrance of the stairs, waiting intently.

The magic in the dungeon cut off his vision, preventing him from seeing through obstacles like he did when he got the cursed eyes from Sargeras.

A short time later, a projection appeared at the bottom of the staircase. With the sound of approaching footsteps, the projection slowly became smaller, and a pair of simple soft leather boots appeared on the stairs.

Then, there was a robe of emerald green cloth.

Illidan held his breath when the unexpected visitor appeared in the cell and cast a complicated look at Illidan.

The other party was tall, even a line taller than him. His face is resolute, his eyes are full of emerald natural energy, his head has long horns like deer, and his arms and elbows have bird-like feathers.

The other party's name is Malfurion Fury.

It was his elder brother, who personally threw him into this dungeon and gave him "mercy" for 10,000 years.

……

For 10,000 years, he spent his life in a dark dungeon. Nothing can be done but aimlessly pacing in a cage that is nine steps square.

Unable to feel the bombardment of taste brought by food, unable to taste the pleasure of sweet spring water pouring into his throat, even life is sustained by the spell that imprisons him.

All you see are the emotionless Treants, the Guardians of the Jungle who despise them, and the Icy Watchers.

Illidan must admit that after 10,000 years, he was finally about to see a "new" face in the dungeon, and his calm heart, which he thought was no longer possible, inevitably showed a trace of fluctuations.

Not to mention......

The one who came is still the brother who threw himself here.

But the mood lasted only for a moment.

Illidan pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled sarcastically, "Long time no see, brother, you seem to have changed." Are you here to visit me? ”

Malfurion sighed, stepped forward, and stopped outside the cage to look at the "traitor" of the Night Elves, with extremely mixed feelings.

He didn't want to come.

A few days ago, Tyrande had awakened him from his slumber and told him of the terrible news that had happened on the other side of the world—the Burning Legion had invaded once again, just as it had enslaved orcs from another world twenty years earlier, creating a terrible army of the dead to weaken the world. The flames of war have swept through the northern part of the Eastern Continent, and the shadow of the catastrophe has once again shrouded Azeroth.

It struck him incredible.

Because of this incident, he has been convinced since the Battle of the Ancients.

That is, the Burning Legion's invasion of Azeroth was caused by the temptation of the endless magical energy contained in the Well of Eternity.

But now, the Well of Eternity is clearly gone, and the new Well of Eternity, which Illidan created with three bottles of water from the Well of Eternity, is also under the shadow of Nodashir, the World Tree blessed by the Dragon King. Those deviant "relatives", although they created the sunwell, would not have provoked another large-scale invasion in any case, and yet it happened.

Could it be that Illidan is right?

Those demons, not seduced by the Well of Eternity, but whose first priority was the destruction of Azeroth?

If that's the case......

Isn't that the ban on arcane magic that you have issued yourself a complete joke?

Isn't the Senarion Council, which led to the eventual separation of his countrymen led by Darth Rema Sunstrider from the mainstream society that believed in the Druidic teachings, and led to the division of the clan, become synonymous with stupidity?

Haven't all the things I thought were right for the past 10,000 years become self-contained?

Before he was imprisoned, Illidan had ridiculed this, saying that in the face of the Burning Legion, which had come to destroy the world, this unrealistic cowardly idea that he would survive by cutting off his arm was tantamount to choking and wasting food.

In a word......

After much deliberation and hesitation, Malfurion came.

Come and meet your brother, the prisoner who has been imprisoned for 10,000 years. Listen to what he has to say on the matter.

Malfurion was angry at Illidan.

A kind of anger that hates iron but not steel, anger is mixed with guilt. He felt that after the death of his parents, it was his failure to fulfill the duties of an older brother that led the already maverick Illidan astray and became an unscrupulous ......

Demon.

He couldn't deny that even so, when he saw the two flames in Illidan's eyes that were burning unquenchably and emitting evil energy fluctuations, he would always have an indescribable disgust and hatred in his heart.

He knew very well that part of his hatred for the Burning Legion, which had inflicted great suffering on the Night Elves, had been transferred to Illidan.

Illidan has the same breath, the same unscrupulousness, the same evil, and the same disregard for life with the devil, which is the bond between hatred.

"Why, the words are out of your mouth?

Illidan chuckled twice in the cage, "Don't tell me you're here to give you an invitation to your and Tyrande's children's coming-of-age ceremony." You know, even that's not in the way of my feelings for her. ”

Malfurion banished the distractions in his mind, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "The Burning Legion has invaded again. ”

Illidan's expression instantly became solemn, "Where?" ”

"Eastern Continent...... The continent formed after the collapse of the heavens and the earth is inhabited by some 'young' races. Malfurion found that in the face of his younger brother, who had been ignorant of the outside world for 10,000 years, he had no way to talk about the origin of the Eastern Continent.

"How's the battle going?" Illidan asked again.

Malfurion recounted what he had learned in as much detail as he could.

After listening, Illidan said categorically: "Let me go." ”

"You know it's impossible." Malfurion shook his head.

"And what are you here for?" Illidan narrowed his eyes—only the two green flames in their sockets looked oval—and said with an unkind expression, "Are you here to listen to the advice of me, a prisoner?" I don't think my words will be taken seriously, and a leader who has been holding unrealistic ideas for 10,000 years, ignoring the real threat, and the Night Elves under his leadership, can't have the power to defuse a crisis just because of a few words from a prisoner! ”

Malfurion suddenly felt that there was no point in coming here to meet Illidan. He sighed faintly, not going to waste any more time, and turned to walk outside.

The cage suddenly crackled, and it turned out to be Illidan who had taken the chain despite the heavy blow of the magic feedback.

"Haven't you done enough stupid things? Mistakenly believe that the Burning Legion was only drawn to the Well of Eternity - you have made the same stupid mistake as the demigods, guardian dragons who thought they were at the apex of Azeroth! You cut off your own arm, forbidding the study and use of arcane magic, leaving your people to stand up to the Burning Legion with flesh and blood. Your ridiculous natural magic can't save Azeroth! Let me out, your fellow citizens don't need me, but the world does! ”

Malfurion's footsteps faltered, and he had nothing to say about Illidan's accusations.

After a while, he spoke: "There is a person in the Eastern Continent who predicted the coming of this war, and he also knows something about the Burning Legion. Our fellow citizens are not as bad as you say, and even if we sacrifice everything, we will stand with the world against any enemy who tries to get their hands on Azeroth. Until then, I'll go to the legendary prophet. ”

With that, he walked up the stairs without looking back.