For about 10,000 years, Mavi was part of the caretaker. Their leader, the Watchman, to be exact. The Caretaker Force began as volunteers from the Elune Sisterhood, and later began to select men outside the temple as well. They were entrusted with the formidable duty of serving as jailers for the traitor Illidan Fury. Later, they guarded other heinous criminals, whether they were Night Elves or other races. As the leader, Mavi made Illidan her top priority...... It is also the focus of the most attention.

No, in Mavi's opinion, even the Sentinels were far less dedicated than the Watchmen's troops.

Mavi doesn't train in the warrior zone, but in the distant forest. There, she can unleash the pent-up energy in her heart. What she practiced today was shooting a dagger at a pre-selected target while jumping in the middle of the field. No matter what angle he shot, Mavi threw the dagger one after the other and stabbed deep into the middle of the target.

But it's not just the skills that make her so precise. And the strong desire that welled up in her heart. In her mind, each target bears the image of a male Night Elf, whose eyes are covered with strips of cloth as if he were blind. Sometimes the details on this face change slightly, but she can always make it in her mind. She had gazed at the face countless times, and was more familiar with it than she was herself. In fact, her current practice is also a futile attempt to erase those memories.

But she tried anyway, killing him again and again. Even though she's done it in reality, it doesn't matter. Whether a cunning prisoner in a dungeon or a demon seeking power from all over the world, Illidan Fury will be seared into Mavi's soul forever.

Mavi drew her last dagger and scurried under a branch. She landed lightly on a lower branch and raised her hand back to throw. Suddenly, she felt someone coming behind her and turned sharply. At the same time, Mavi threw the dagger upwards in her hand and grasped the hilt as it fell.

The tip of the knife was pointed at the throat of the other woman. To his credit, the visitor was only slightly stunned. Mavi nodded in satisfaction; Niva was her best disciple.

"Please forgive me for the interruption," Niva said calmly, not looking at the arm holding the dagger under her chin. "If it weren't for the matter, I wouldn't have disobeyed your orders. ”

Mavi removed the dagger. "I trust your judgment. You know me better than anyone. ”

This blunt comment sent a strange look across Niva's face.

Mavi furrowed her eyebrows. "Why are you here? ”

"I was passing by the temple garden and saw a crowd of people gathered around it. Grand Druid Malfurion: Fury Wind is there, too. ”

"Really?" Mavi's memories go back to her youth, when she was a senior priestess of Elune. Then she saw young Illidan Fury's handsome and uninhabited appearance, with his twin brother, who would later be the Grand Druid, standing beside him.

"Yes...... The Great Druid apparently only arrived a little before me. He was standing a few paces away from me, staring at a man in a traveling cloak. The man was still holding a woman, and he looked like he was going to die......"

"Getting to the point. ”

Nivario nodded. "The Great Druid knew the man. I could hear him whispering the man's name. Niva hesitated, then continued. "That's your brother's name. ”

Mavi was expressionless, just standing there like a statue. After a few seconds, she suddenly dodged, then deftly turned and threw a dagger at the last target. Right in the bull's-eye.

"Garrod ......," Mavi murmured.

"I'm not mistaken, Lord Watcher. ”

"I didn't say you were wrong. So my brother is back. ”

Niva bowed her head and said, "I thought he was dead. ”

"It seems that we are all wrong. Mavi picked up her helmet. "He should be in or near the temple—probably inside. ”

"You're going to see him?"

"Not now. I still have to think about it—" Mavi suddenly stopped, her eyes looking into the bushes to her right. Niva followed her gaze, but saw nothing.

"Forget it," Mavi commanded her companion as she put on her helmet. "Let's go. I need to see my long-lost dear brother. ”

"But you don't want to see him—"

Garrod's sister narrowed her eyes at her companion. "I said, I've got to go see him. ”

Niva nodded in understanding.

Mavi said nothing more, and leapt from between the branches in the direction of Darnassus. The young Night Elf followed behind her. Despite their age difference, Niva found herself struggling to keep up with her mentor.

He watched as the Night Elves leaped gracefully and disappeared from view, their natural athleticism unmatched by other races, but only made him scoff. He hadn't expected to meet them unexpectedly, but it might have been better. The news they talk about doesn't seem to matter on the surface, but even if it has even the slightest connection with Grand Druid Malfurion Fury, his master will be interested. Information has always had value, especially in these moments.

He let out a low roar, then leaped in the opposite direction. His movements from foliage to foliage are as skilful and graceful as those of the slender and tall Night Elves. Perhaps even more.

After all, they don't have long claws to grasp the branches...... Or, if necessary, shred the enemy. (To be continued.) )