Feeling the undisguised edge rushing towards his back, Lanlos secretly regretted that he didn't use the enemy to defeat the enemy first, and his brain spun as fast as he could.

But it is Tyrande in front of him who suffers, and he will be jointly and severally responsible when the time comes. Although the arcane energy in it was very weak, Lanlos didn't dare to bet on whether the eternal well water in his body would produce a stress reaction.

"No!

At this moment, Tyrande, who was facing him, took the first step to see the cold light hitting his back, his eyebrows were shocked, and he opened his mouth and shouted.

Thinking suddenly, Lanloth's dodging movement instantly froze in place. What? What should I do if I hurt Tyrande? It's not my hand, besides, if we have the Holy Light, maybe we can take the opportunity to pull a wave of favorability.

However, all the trade-offs came to a halt at this moment, because the slender sword also hovered over his shoulder.

After a brief pause, Lanlos shifted his stiff steps, turned slowly, his gaze skimming over the trees, his sword on the figure, and leisurely towards the figure that had emerged from the shadow of the bushes. As if to feel something, the man looked up. Looking at each other, neither of them took the lead in speaking, inadvertently, prolonging this historic meeting.

"Illidan, what are you doing here?" Tyrande, apparently not feeling the fierce clash of the two men's eyes, stepped out as soon as possible, glaring at the attacker reproachfully, "How can you make a move on our compatriots?"

"He's not like our compatriot, Tyrande. The priestess's approach almost instantly made the sharp-looking male night elf break the indifference on his face, and with a flash of softness in his eyes, he almost subconsciously stepped forward and came to the priestess's side, "And I saw him suddenly rush towards you, and I chose to make a move in a hurry." ”

The sharp gaze like a blade stabbed at the gray-haired elf again, but unlike Fang Cai's seriousness and shock, Lanloth had regained his usual composure at this moment, and even reached out with an interesting look on his face to flick the long sword that was frozen in the air.

Such a gesture made the Night Elf frown suddenly.

Fang Cai's weird feeling, is it an illusion?

"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, but what Lady Tyrande just said made me a little concerned. As if sensing the other party's attention, Lanloth looked away from his sword and bowed to the other, "My name is Lanloth, a less fortunate arcanist. ”

"How could an Arcanist come to the Cenarius Glade?" The vigilance on Illidan's face did not diminish in the slightest, not only because of the turmoil in his subconscious caused him to look at each other, but also because he cared that this strange white-skinned elf would actually stay with Tyrande.

"I want to ask you the same question. Pointing to the long sword in front of him, Lanlos smiled slightly, and in the face of this person's hostility, he had no intention of retreating.

Illidan Furywind, a legend who is not inferior to Tyrande. Even later, hearing Tyrande shout the name, the startled Lanloth almost forgot to dodge. The first mortal in Azeroth to apply his evil powers, the first Demon Hunter, and the leader of Illidare......

Because of many similar encounters, Lanloth also imagined the scene of encountering this real demon hunter. However, the world is impermanent, and he never expected a picture like this.

Subconsciously glancing at Tyrande beside Illidan, Lanlos looked strange and full of helplessness.

Big brother, can you not look at me like this? Heaven and earth conscience, I really don't have any thoughts about your crush. I like to be passive......

Seeing that the two were fighting each other, Tyrande hurriedly stepped forward to block between the two: "Illidan, Lanlos has been eroded by the arcane, and at the same time has been favored by the spirit of nature, it is Lady Dejana who asked me to lead the way for him and come to the king of the forest to answer his doubts." He was our friend. ”

"Friend?" Unlike Tyrande's naïveness, Illidan was wary of the stranger who gave him strange feelings. Not only because of the other party's special appearance of gray hair and white skin, but also because he was familiar with the arcane, he could feel the special thing about this person.

It's like a turbulent undercurrent hidden under the calm sea, as if it will churn at any moment, swallowing everything up.

Such a powerful and chaotic arcane energy that he had never felt anywhere or from any living being, except for the Well of Eternity and the Well of Night.

Such power on any mortal would be enough to kill him a thousand times, but this arcanist is not only alive, but even has the ability to dodge his own sudden attacks. Although it was true that his magic power was almost completely overdrawn, and even his skin and flesh showed large crystallization marks, the majestic arcane energy did not further erode and assimilate his body.

This is unreasonable in terms of the reverberating nature of the arcane pull that moves the whole body.

In Azeroth, at least to the extent he knows, not to mention the soul, magic is present in the flesh and blood of almost all living beings, and even more so the Night Elves in the light of the Well of Eternity. This has led to their innate transcendent arcane affinity, and with such a huge amount of arcane energy, it has already begun to corrode the body of this gray-haired elf, how can they turn a blind eye to the magic in the remaining flesh and blood?

Unless, in his body, there is some kind of existence that can suppress this arcane energy.

Realizing that the other party might be hiding some kind of means to suppress this vast energy, and that he was so close to Tyrande, Illidan couldn't help but nervous.

Of course, there is another reason, he doesn't think about it, or he subconsciously doesn't want to think about it.

His older brother, Malfurion Fury, has shown an amazing talent for the way of nature since he was a child. In order to follow in Malfurion's footsteps, Illidan embarked on the path of arcane. Both brothers were taught by Cenarius at the same time, and in their daily training, Illidan had become aware of the differences and estrangements between nature and arcane.

How is it possible that this arcanist can be favored by the spirits of nature in a state of being corrupted by the arcane?

Envy, jealousy, maybe all of them, Illidan didn't know the origin of the gray-haired elf, but he knew very well that this person was extraordinary.

"It's a activation spell, isn't it? while the spell building process is simple, it's amazing how much power it can be pushed up to. Seeing that the big man was silent, staring straight at him, Lan Luo also felt unbearable, and looked at the long sword that stopped in the air, and subconsciously remembered the enemy defeat plane he created not long ago, "We have a lot of similarities, Illidan, if you don't mind, I'd like to find an opportunity to discuss it with you carefully." ”

The similarity that Lanloth said naturally meant that his activating sword was ahead of his own enemy, but when Illidan himself heard the word 'similarity', he once again felt that inexplicable strange feeling, which made him uncomfortable. But fortunately, with Tyrande's explanation and the gray-haired elf's active overtures, he also withdrew the sharpness in his eyes slightly.

"You don't look convincing. ”

"Every caster has a different experience of arcane arts, and academic research will never progress if it sticks to tradition. "Compared with today's Tyrande and Illidan, Lanlos can be regarded as a person who has experienced strong winds and waves, and the big truths are set one by one, and the angry little brother was stunned for a while.

However, Illidan was not such an easy person to be convinced, he looked at the crystallization marks on Lanloth's face unabashedly, and his smile was a little cold: "Your experience seems to have gone astray. ”

"That's why I said bad luck. Although there was obvious thorn in his words, Lanlos was not annoyed and still maintained a kind smile. It's not that he has any special feelings for legends, it's just that he doesn't need to worry about them.

"Illidan!" Tyrande was quite aware of the stubbornness of her old friend, and seeing that he not only did not apologize for Fang Cai's sneak attack, but wanted to continue to target Lanros, she had to shout, "This friend is a guest of the Moon Temple, and naturally he is also my guest, can't you restrain your temper?"

"I'm sorry, Tyrande, I'm just worried you're being ...... by him" Illidan's expression changed so quickly that even Lanloth was deeply surprised. Tsk, old TG.

"I'm not a child, Illidan. Although he interrupted the other party, Tyrande's tone remained gentle as usual, "I have my own judgment on everything. ”

"You're right, I'm too impulsive. Compared to Fang Cai's suspicion and targeting of Lanlos, in the face of Tyrande, Illidan quickly relented.

This scene can be seen by Lan Luos, who hates iron but not steel. At this time, shouldn't I say that in my heart you will always be a distressing child, and I will always protect your innocence and love you for the rest of my life?

Little brother, you will take it, rush!

Lanlos, who didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, didn't say anything, just looked at Illidan, who was constantly nodding and echoing under Tyrande's education, with a mocking face.