Garrod sensed something not far ahead. Although he only had a knife in his hand, he walked forward resolutely.

After a while, he saw one of Mavi's guards. Judging by her bored appearance, it seems that she has been on guard here for a while. Garrod glanced behind her, confirming that she was guarding the man she was looking for.

Malfurion's Fury was suspended in mid-air, his hands and feet parted to the sides, almost as far as his body allowed. He was surrounded by magical energy and was clearly in pain. At the moment, the Grand Druid seemed completely unaware of his surroundings, but perhaps Malfurion was secretly trying to save himself, and that was very likely.

The caretaker took off his helmet and wiped his forehead. She looked up at the Great Druid, the expression on her face changing from boredom to disdain.

Garrod knew that the time was short, and he couldn't help it. As the guard glanced at her prisoner, he threw his dagger.

The back of her neck was pierced by the blade, and she fell to the ground with a thud, and the helmet in her hand rolled to the side. Garrod slipped forward, feeling like he was back in the war with the Burning Legion. Garrod's sister and her men share their disregard for life.

But what else could she have become, given her experience? The captain of the guard couldn't help but ask himself, looking for an excuse for his sister, his last remaining blood relative. She had done so much for the benefit of the Night Elves, and it made Garrod feel guilty for being her enemy...... However, she now intends to bring destruction to Darnassus.

He picked up the dagger and wiped it, then looked up at Malfurion. To his surprise, the Grand Druid was also looking down at him.

Garrod waited for Malfurion to speak. But the Great Druid simply turned his gaze to the side. Mavi's brother expected that it was the net that made him speechless. He followed the other's gaze. But I didn't find anything.

But there must be some way to save the Great Druid. Garrod thought. He walked towards Malfurion's gaze, his mind always thinking of Mavi. Despite all this time, Garrod still knows her better than almost anyone. He is very sure that a person's personality traits and way of thinking are always difficult to change.

Mavi is not a dedicated spellcaster. But she knew how to make things work for herself, and she might have learned some tricks over the millennia—especially given the relationship between Illidan and Fury. This must be one of them.

Garrod remembered the trap that almost killed him. Idrik quickly rescued him. What Mavi needed was a trap that was strong but easy to disarm. This would allow her to use them to capture her victims, and then slit their throats with her own hands as they fell helplessly, which would undoubtedly give her greater satisfaction.

Garrod hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and glanced at Malfurion again. At the moment, he was in the dead end of the Great Druid's vision. It's all your brother's fault, the captain of the former guard couldn't help but think angrily. She's never been like this before! You should have executed him a long time ago! He deserved it......

He shook his head and let go of the dark thoughts. Mavi ultimately made her own choice. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she killed indiscriminately without valuing her life.

Garrod pursed his lips, examining the tree and the ground around him. Mavi had a guard post here, so he was convinced that the spell itself lacked other means of defense. He just needed to find the key, but it was hard enough-

On the bark near the roots, something tiny was glittering. He carefully brushed away the floating dirt from above.

He found a small, pearl-colored stone embedded in a crack in the bark of the tree. Garrod rubbed his hand back and forth on it, but nothing happened.

Again, Garrod considered his sister's need for convenience, so he simply dug out the stone.

"Ahh Malfurion's side freed himself and swung towards another tree on the other side. Garrod feared that the Grand Druid would be injured in the collision. But Malfurion leaned against the trunk with the hand he could move.

The Great Druid's swaying stopped. Garrod was amazed to see that Malfurion was still bound by spells. But the tree bent its branches toward its roots. Two tiny shoots accurately removed another stone from a position close to the root and crushed it to pieces. Malfurion, on the other hand, slowly fell, his feet on the ground.

Garrod stared at the stone in his palm, amazed at its function and power, but also wondered why the tree hadn't done it sooner. Malfurion, as if anticipating his amazement, immediately replied, "Trees see the world and think differently than we do. They wanted to help, but they didn't know how not to hurt me, and I couldn't communicate with them because of the magic net. ”

"My sister is a thoughtful person. ”

The Great Druid looked at the dead guard. "Mavi and her caretaker. I still can't believe it. He looked around. "We'd better watch out for Niva. Of the caretakers under Mavi, she was the most fanatical and the most dangerous. ”

"Niva is dead," Garrod added with a shrug of his inquisitive gaze at the Grand Druid, "I killed her, and she and the others had previously killed Jean's henchman, Idric, as well as another werewolf. ”

"Why kill them?" Malfurion asked, shocked.

Idrik became suspicious of her, but thought no one would believe him. He and the other died to protect me. Mavi wants to keep me as a puppet; And Niva believed that I was better off dead. ”

"If we can't find her, the High Elves are the next target. The Great Druid raised his hands towards the woods. Although he remained where he was, Garrod guessed that Malfurion was communicating freely with the forest.

A light breeze blew from nowhere. The nearby trees swayed softly above their heads, with their canopies.

The Great Druid lowered his hands and said confidently, "I know the way!

They hurried through the forest to their goal, and Garrod initially feared that they would fall into another trap she had set before they could find Mavi. But he soon noticed that Malfurion was constantly looking up. The Night Elves gradually realized that the Great Druid was in constant communication with the trees and other plants.

It seems that the road is never finished. But eventually Malfurion made him stop. The Great Druid squinted his eyes and studied the road ahead.

"There are two Mavi's guards in front. ”

Garrod didn't see anyone. But take the word of his companion. Malfurion tiptoed a few steps forward. Then he made a gesture.

There was a rustle of leaves ahead, followed by a soft grunt.

"Quick!" Malfurion said in his ear.

Garrod followed him curiously. He searched the two sentry from time to time, but when Garrod and Malfurion stepped forward, there was no one in the place he thought they were.

Malfurion, seeing the confusion of the other Night Elf, whispered, "Look up." ”

The experienced warrior did as he was told, seeing the two figures hanging high above. Branches wrapped around their bodies like burial cloths. The two hung there motionless, and Garrod immediately realized that they were dead.

"They gave me no choice. The two continued on their way, and Malfurion muttered quietly.

Garrod nodded in understanding. Although he is a seasoned warrior, Garrod prefers to deal with it in a bloodless way, but he will never run away when necessary. If it were Mavi and her caretakers, they wouldn't be merciful.

They hadn't taken a few steps when they heard a noise ahead. He immediately recognized his sister's voice. She seemed to be announcing something, but the words were inaudible. Mavi chose this place so carefully that even if she spoke loudly, she would not be heard by people from afar.

Malfurion continued east with him. His expression became more and more anxious. "What's wrong?" Garrod finally asked.

"We'll have to go faster, but if we do, she'll be able to spot us sooner. ”

As he spoke, a muffled voice was heard in the distance. Garrod eventually heard the voice of another person protesting. Even though he couldn't hear a word clearly, there was a bit of desperation in his voice.

The desperation of an upper elf? Garrod grimaced. He couldn't help but wonder what Mavi had done to force a mage to such a point.

Malfurion whispered an angry curse in front of him. The Grand Druid picked up the pace.

Eventually, they approached. Not only can you hear better, but you can also see what's going on. Still, Garrod didn't quite understand what his sister had done.

"Now," Mavi cried out almost merrily, tucking her helmet into the crook of her arm. "Who's going to judge next? I think it's you. ”

Neither Night Elf could see who she was talking to, but the voices of protest rang out again. "Once again, I pray that you will stop this madness, Mavi Shadowsong, and if you think we must be judged, then bring us before the people of Damnassus—"

"'The people of Darnassus', they will only obey any command of the High Priestess or the Grand Druid! I am the only reliable arbiter in this matter! Only I can give a just judgment on your damned crimes!"

"Over here," Malfurion whispered. "I want you to go to the tree, and wait—"

Garrod shook his head. "No, you need someone to distract you. I'm going to get Mavi's attention. He paused, then added, "I'd rather capture her alive, but...... Do what you have to do......"

The Grand Druid nodded, "I'm sorry to say that, but so are you." Watch out, Garrod. At this point, Mavi will only see you as another enemy to be eliminated. She had spared me alive before, not only to let me know that I hadn't been able to save the upper elves, but also to put me in some filthy prison for torture in the future. ”

The captain of the former guard had a cold expression. "Mavi will try to kill me. I know that. Garrod's eyes narrowed. "If she wants to think about herself, she better hope to succeed......"

Without further ado, he left Malfurion and walked towards his sister. When Garrod walked out of the woods, he straightened up, dagger clutched in one hand.

"Mavi......" he called softly.

Without looking back, she replied, "Garrod." I have to say, I'm so proud that you came here. She turned to look at her brother. "Of course, that doesn't mean I won't make you regret it. ”

Her hand moved so fast that even he was amazed. But the knife didn't come at him - it was aimed at Malfurion's hiding place.

A branch seems to move on its own. The knife was stuck deep in it—and something hidden in the hilt flew out.

The woods burst into flames.

Garrod was dumbfounded. The flames spread so quickly that he couldn't see how Malfurion could protect himself in time.

As she threw the throwing knife, Mavi's other hand threw something at her brother.

However, Garrod was no longer in the position Mavi had expected, and at this moment he rushed towards his sister.

He heard the sound of an explosion behind him. Instead of being distracted, Garrod threw his dagger at his sister.

Mavi gave Garrod a mocking grin, and she reached for her Darkmoon Knife, letting go of her helmet and falling to the ground. Then, Mavi vanished.

But knowing that as a watcher, she had the ability to teleport herself over short distances, and had calculated the possible directions she might have—not to mention her sinister thoughts—she rolled on the charge.

Mavi reappeared a few paces away, in a position where she could deliver a crushing blow to Garrod. However, before she could draw her weapon, she was hit head-on by Garrod.

The two rolled to the ground together. Mavi's Darkmoon Knife came out of her hand. The blade in Garrod's sister's cloak had cut a few cuts on him, but they were only skin wounds. Garrod tried to stop his rolling. Unfortunately, he sensed that Mavi was recovering first. She vanished once more, reappearing a few yards away.

"You've become more deceitful!" She laughed maniacally. "That's what you say! When the people above you send you on a journey to death again and again, this is the only way to survive! When the demons torment you, or those you fight for, turn their noses up at everything you swear to defend, this is the only way to continue to live!"

As he spoke, two other guards burst into view. They wielded the Moonblade, not the Shadow Crescent Blade as he had expected. Their fierce gaze was on Garrod. Then one of them looked at Mavi.

"Oh, of course, kill my brother. She ordered. "He came to their rescue, and therefore he is also accomplice!"

"Mavi—" But before he could try to awaken what was left of his sister's sanity, two of her men had already thrown their weapons. He now understood why they were holding the moonblade; The Darkmoon Blade is a lethal weapon, but it cannot neutralize enemies from a distance. The Guardians are well-trained warriors who are able to choose the most effective weapon for their current needs.

Garrod managed to dodge the first moonblade, but the second weapon slashed his right calf. Although he was still nimble enough to dodge, leaving only a cut wound, the pain left him off balance.

"I really want you to see the truth of the matter, Garrod," Mavi said, turning her head to look at the imprisoned elves of the upper echelons, with a false sadness. "You also made a lot of sacrifices in the beginning. But I guess the reason why you don't agree with what I'm doing is the same as it was back then. That's when you turned your back on your responsibilities and happily eloped with the ** in that temple. ”

She stared at the mages. As the Moonblade flew back into the hands of the two pursuers, Garrod tried to find something to use as cover. At this time, he saw that in addition to the archmage Mordant and the other upper elves, there was another mage's corpse not far away. His body was snow-white, as if covered with a layer of frost. (To be continued......)