In the Kalimdor Continent, in a hidden canyon, the battle had just ended, and there were many corpses lying on the ground, and the blood even stained the dense grass red.

Several Night Elves looked at their dead compatriots with sad expressions, their eyes full of reluctance and self-reproach, and then they saw one of them looking at the beautiful female elf riding a white tiger and carrying a longbow in front of the procession, and asked in a low voice, "High Priest Tyrande, are we doing this right?" For that demon, so many fellow caretakers were sacrificed? ”

The elf's eyes flashed with sadness, too, but it was replaced by determination.

"We must do this, Illidan has made mistakes before, but it is undeniable that he is very powerful, and we need him to fight the Burning Legion and the Scourge - and in any case, ten thousand years in prison is enough to punish him for his past actions."

His gaze wandered over the Night Elf Keepers on the ground for a moment, and Tyrande sighed softly, but his expression was a little sympathetic and a little sad, "And if it weren't for Mavi's men being too stubborn, we wouldn't have come to this point, these warriors were supposed to be the elite of the Burning Legion, but they died here in vain!" ”

Seeing the originally strong boss showing such an expression, the breath of those sentries was suffocated, and the beauty's holy and weak demeanor undoubtedly aroused their desire for protection and love, so one by one, they put the guilt of the slaughter of their compatriots behind them, and comforted one after another: "High Priest, this is not your fault, this is also a matter of no choice." ”

"At this time, Mavi? Shadow Song is not here. Otherwise it wouldn't be so. ”

"We also had to make some sacrifices in order to fight the Burning Legion."

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"Hmm!" The comfort of the crowd made the high priest's mood much better. Then he saw Tyrande leap lightly from his mount, the White Tiger, and turned over and jumped down. "Alright, now let's go find Illidan!"

The prison where Illidan was held was built in an underground cavern deep in the canyon, and the long tunnel was dripping with water, and the environment was somewhat oppressive.

Descending the stairs step by step, Tyrande and the group finally came to the final room.

Seen through the iron door, it was a small, modest room, with a few rudimentary tables and chairs, and a small bed, which now housed a tall Night Elf.

It seemed that because he hadn't seen sunlight for a long time, this elf's violet skin looked a little dull. The man was also a little haggard, his hands and feet were wrapped in layers of special vines, which were the torture tools used by the night elves to guard the powerful criminals, they could absorb the magic of the prisoner's body to prevent the prisoner from escaping, and the absorption process was generally not very comfortable.

The prisoner had been sitting motionless on the bed with his eyes closed, like a statue, but when Tyrande and the others approached. His long ears twitched suddenly, and then he asked, "You are not Mavi's subordinates, who are you?" ”

Perhaps he hadn't spoken for a long time, but the prisoner's voice was a little hoarse and dry.

A flash of sadness flashed in his eyes. Tyrande said slowly, "Illidan, it's me!" ”

"Tyrande?" Although the other party did not say his name, Illidan recognized the voice engraved into the depths of his soul at once. His head was raised at once, and his tone rose considerably. "You've come to see me?!"

With a little sentimentality, with a little melancholy. Illidan muttered to himself, "It's been 10,000 years, and I thought you had forgotten about me." ”

My heart was a little sour, watching the high-spirited childhood sweetheart become like this, Tyrande didn't know what to say, and he couldn't speak, after all, from a certain point of view, Illidan fell to this point, more or less her responsibility is in it, and the entangled relationship between her and the two brothers is undoubtedly one of the main reasons for each other's depour.

After a moment of silence, Tyrande put aside the entanglement between the two and said directly: "Illidan, the Burning Legion is here again, our race is in danger, and I need your help." ”

After another silence, Illidan laughed at himself with some sadness: "I knew that if something bad hadn't happened, you wouldn't have come to see me, after all, you chose him back then, didn't you?" ”

Tyrande didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Illidan slowly stepped out of bed, dragging the long vines on his hands and feet to the cell door. With his eyes closed, he fumbled for a hand up, as if to touch Tyrande's cheek, but finally let it go.

"I promise you, Tyrande, that I'll help you deal with the Burning Legion," Illidan muttered softly, then as if afraid, as if sad, he took a step back, then snapped his eyes open.

"But it's for you, not the Night Elves!"

Under the lilac eyelids, the flames representing the demons burned fiercely!

Looking at the woman you love the most, Illidan? Fury said categorically.

After 10,000 years, the demon hunter is about to start his hunt for demons again.

Eastern Plague, on the plains beyond the Hand of Tyr, two waves of armies are facing each other nervously, guns and halberds, banners and banners, the same bright red armor, but from two completely different races.

Scarlet Crusader General Bridget? Abidis looked at the tens of thousands of blood elf army surrounding his subordinates, but his face was difficult to see, he gently kicked his stirrup, came out of the crowd, and shouted at the elf holding a purple-blue sword in front of the elf team, "Your Highness Kael'thas, why are you and your blood elf army here, why are you surrounding my army?" ”

The Scarlet Crusaders are known for their madness, but this does not mean that they have no brains at all, if there are few blood elves and they dare to besiege them, then these fanatics will definitely treat the blood elves as the minions of the natural disaster and chop them directly, but now the problem is that there are many blood elves, and the troops are at least several times more than theirs, so they will naturally not fight directly

"Why are you here?" Mo Wen carefully looked at the heroic female knight holding a double-edged axe in front of her, and then her eyes swept over the few people standing in her team, but she smiled and replied loudly: "Naturally, I am here for those demons of the Burning Legion, General Bridget, I suspect that there are demons mixed in your army!" ”

In the Scarlet Crusade, a figure in a priest's robe shook slightly, then calmed down again. Most of the rest of the soldiers were a little commotional, except for some thoughtful looks, they all looked at Mo Wen with a somewhat unkind expression, their eyes full of anger and suspicion.

Bridget angrily raised the tomahawk in her hand and shouted, "This can't be! All the Scarlet Crusaders are the most devout believers in the Light, and we will never have any demons here! ”

Then the young general, who had inherited his father's position, glared at Mo Wen viciously and continued: "Your Highness Kael'thas, if you leave with your people now, I can act as if nothing happened, otherwise, I will suspect that you are in collusion with those damned undead and have to wipe you out here!" ”

And with her words, all the Scarlet Crusaders raised their weapons in their hands and shouted in unison, seeing that posture really wanted to resist tens of thousands of blood elf elites with a mere thousands of troops.

Impulsive, brainless, fanatical, although I knew before that these bloody crusaders who were bewitched by the Dreadlord were abnormal, but when I really saw it, Mo Wen still had to write the word 'suit', these guys who were carried away by faith and hatred really didn't know how to write the word dead.

"Array!"

With Mo Wen's shout, the formation of the blood elves also changed, the elven knights took a step forward, raised their shields and stood at the forefront of the team, one by one bright halos bloomed from under their feet, enveloping all the troops, and the far-travelers and mages raised their weapons one after another, aiming at the blood-colored crusaders in the middle of the field.

The breeze blew the grass and bent low, and the whole plain fell silent in an instant, and the atmosphere of slaughter enveloped the whole audience, and the humans and elves all looked at each other with cold eyes, and the battle was about to break out.

Then at this moment, a shout suddenly came out of Mo Wen's team.

"Wait, wait, Your Highness Kael'thas! I have something to say to Bridget! (To be continued......)

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