The Night Elves didn't care about what was happening in Pandaria, and even if they knew about the future of the golden fishman sage, they would only laugh it off as the imagination of a demented old madman

Just kidding, the Night Elves now dominate the continent, the endless power of the Well of Eternity is used for its own purposes, the people are united, and the relationship with the guardian dragons is extremely good, with the blessings of the god of magic Salodar and the moon god Elune, the glory of Queen Aishara the light of the light, and the ability of the forest demigods to teach their people to control nature.

Disaster? What disaster?

We are the darlings of the gods, we are invincible!

Well, if you think about it from another perspective, and change it to the Night Elves, considering the current state of the world, it makes sense for them to think so.

When it comes to harnessing nature, forest demigod Cenarius has been worried lately, and the problem naturally lies with the two druid apprentices he values the most.

The Fury Brothers have great potential and talent, and if they dedicate themselves to their studies, they will surely become the first Great Druids among the Night Elves in time.

And his brother Malfurion did exactly that, and he had great respect for Cenarius as a teacher, and he also had a great interest in sensing the power of nature, and often communicated with nature with awe.

Malfurion's progress was rapid, and Cenarius was pleased with his role as the chief apprentice, and decided to teach him how to enter the Emerald Dream in the near future.

And the younger brother Illidan ... Well, this young, impatient apprentice has even more potential than his older brother Malfurion, and is extremely quick-witted, often able to draw inferences and make innovative breakthroughs.

But he just can't learn about the druids and the way of nature!

Illidan envied and longed for magic, longing for him to be able to master the vast arcane energy of the upper elves, and become a respected archmage of the court.

Therefore, Cenarius could easily find out that Illidan's heart was not here at all, and he had already flown to the capital of Asaline, and flew to the upper elf city of Sulamar.

And the reason why he continued to stay here to study with the forest demigod was not because of how much he respected this ancient demigod, nor because of his brother's dissuasion, but because of the childhood sweetheart named Tyrande*.

Tyrande said, "I wish you could stay here, like Malfurion, and study the ways of nature, rather than touching the dangerous arcane energies. ”

Well, enough is enough.

Tyrande is just one sentence, and the top is 10,000 sentences of Upper Cenarius and Malfurion.

Illidan, an infatuated young man who was not afraid of heaven and earth, immediately put away his thoughts of leaving, and continued to learn the way of the druids very well-behaved.

This is what worries Cenarius the most.

As the childhood sweetheart of the two brothers, Malfurion likes Tyrande, Illidan also likes Tyrande, and Tyrande... Well, well, she should have preferred Malfurion.

The relationship between the three is like a mess, and the two brothers are competing with each other, of course, staying within the scope of brotherly affection.

Although Illidan stayed, he still kept an eye on the arcane and the news in the wizarding world.

"Sulama's mage group has developed a new form of arcane release that can increase the power of arcane missiles by several percent!"

"That god of magic, Sarodar, I heard that he only communicates with a very small number of Chosen Ones, and gives them divine powers, I really want to experience what it is like to have divine powers... ”

"Elisander, who is she to be promoted to the upper council of Suramar, and who is she? The Sunstrider family doesn't have this person, right?"

Well, for the dynamics of the arcane realm, Illidan has mastered countless times more than the way of nature.

When Malfurion could summon a dozen Treants at the same time, Illidan couldn't even release the fire spell for a month, and the mentor Cenarius often watched helplessly as the impatient young man suddenly released his anger in succession, which was the only druid-based spell he mastered.

But it shouldn't be, with Illidan's talent and potential, no matter how hard he is to learn, this progress is too slow, right?

Illidan shrugged his shoulders and didn't care, and continued to huddle in his own house every night, not knowing what secret he was doing.

Illidan had never given up his study of arcane magic, and he was extremely dedicated and attentive, practicing secretly every night, and now he was more of a self-taught arcane apprentice than a druid.

Aside from his magical studies, Illidan was happiest when Tyrande came to see him and his brother when he was on vacation at the Temple of the Moon.

Watching Tyrande's every move, Illidan often froze, staring at the female elf in a daze.

Unfortunately, Tyrande didn't look at herself, and she had a good conversation with Malfurion, asking in detail about her experiences and interesting facts about studying the way of the druids.

Is his insistence really wrong?As the priestess of the moon, and even the entire Moon Temple, Tyrande's attitude towards the upper elves and arcane has always been neither salty nor light.

"The upper elves love luxury and pleasure, they abuse magic, and they always treat civilians as if they are superior, and I don't like them. ”

In response to Tyrande's evaluation, Illidan would always ask himself about his secret behavior.

But... Only when you have strength can you protect your own people and protect your loved ones, this is the most important thing, isn't it? Otherwise, what protection and responsibility are there to talk about?

The druid's power of nature is too slow, and it's not strong enough!

What's the use of summoning a treeman, a moving firewood? It's better to summon a group of arcane golems, and the lethality is not known how many times stronger.

How can a forest demigod be compared to a god of magic, that is a true Titan god!

It's just that Illidan only dares to think about it secretly.

A tumultuous commotion interrupted Illidan's stupor and came back to his senses, quickening his pace to catch up with Malfurion and Tyrande.

"What's wrong?"

There was no need to answer, because Illidan immediately found out why.

In the square in the center of the city, there is an incomparably strong iron cage at this moment, and there are seven or eight soldiers guarding around the cage, looking at the style of the armor, it should be the personal guard of the crow lord Ravenkes.

The point was on the creature in the cage, Illidan had never seen such a beast.

He has green skin, a mouth with troll-like fangs, and an extremely strong build, with muscles so solid that they explode.

His ears resemble those of elves, pointed, and a gray ponytail on the back of his head.

The strange beast seemed to be very sluggish at the moment, slumped in the cage, its eyes closed, and did not move the water and fruit placed in front of it.

"What the hell is this beast ... Don't go over, watch out for this beast to bruise you!"

Seeing Tyrande push through the crowd and walk to the edge of the cage, Illidan immediately became nervous, rushed forward as well, and secretly accumulated arcane energy, watching the green beast's every move.

"Relax, my brother, I can feel that there is no malice or hostility on this creature. ”

Malfurion stepped forward and patted Illidan on the shoulder.

When the soldier next to the cage saw Tyrande, he did not stop him, but gave a military salute.

For a group like the Priestess of the Moon who does not ask for anything in return, whether it is a civilian or a soldier, it is extremely respectful.

Tyrande crouched on the edge of the cage and slowly reached into it and placed it on the green beast's thick arms, and a soft moonlight energy enveloped the beast, soothing his mind, dispelling his fatigue, and healing his still-unhealed wounds.

Blox's eyes opened, and he calmly looked at the Night Elf in front of him who was healing him.

It's ironic that an orc would be healed by an elf.

However, as a warrior of the tribe, you must respect such a "shaman", even if she is an alliance.

Now, you have to figure out what happened to you, and what happened to your fellow patrols.

Have to... Hurry back to Orgrimmar and report to Grand Chief Sal.

"Thank you, elven shaman. ”

Feeling rejuvenated, Brooks spoke an orc language that Tyrande didn't understand at all, and thumped his chest several times.

Tyrande was stunned, and although she couldn't understand what the creature was saying, she immediately understood that the creature was thanking herself.

"He's not a beast, he's wise, and he doesn't deserve to be in a cage. ”

Tyrande stood up and spoke to the guards.

The elven soldiers looked helpless.

"Honorable Priestess, this is the order of Lord Ravenkes, and we can only do it, this beast... Well, this creature was caught in the forest outside of Crow's Castle, where an incomparably violent wave of unknown energy was generated. ”

"Let's go, Tyrande, there's only so much we can do for him. ”

Illidan shook his head, he wasn't interested in the strange green creature.