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"Tylande...is that your voice?" Illidan's voice was a little trembling. He was not afraid of the female elf in front of him, he just seemed very excited. "After such a long period of dark years, your voice is as clear as day."

The moonlight illuminates my soul."

There was no lie in this sentence that sounded like a poem. It was hard for Nathanos to imagine that a person who had been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years could say such a thing, and he was also very surprised that Illidan's words seemed to have touched him.

Something deep in his heart made him put down his bow and arrow aimed at the prisoner.

Even though Illidan revealed his true feelings, it seemed that the elf leader didn't buy it. She didn't make any response. Instead, she changed the subject and started telling Illidan another matter.

"The Burning Legion has returned, Illidan. Your people need your power once again."

People? Do you mean this guy's compatriots? But he was imprisoned. And why did the female elf say "again"? Does this mean that Illidan once helped the night elves resist the Burning Legion? He should be a

Hero, but the hero's destination is this prison cell.

With all kinds of questions, Nathanos continued to eavesdrop. He wanted to see Illidan's reaction. The other person turned his back to Tyrande. Nathanos was curious whether he could see the things around him.

I thought Illidan would reject Tyrande. But within a few minutes, Illidan knelt on one knee, his body turned black, and the black tattoos on his body turned green, and a powerful impact burst out from his body, trapping

His chains and the surrounding iron bars were shattered.

"He can obviously break free on his own..." Nathanos couldn't help but murmured in surprise.

Illidan walked out, came to Tyrande exactly, and spoke in the same tone as before, as if the elf he cared about was really her lover. "Because I care about you, Tyrande. I will hunt."

Kill those demons. But I never owe the Kaldorei anything!"

Tyrande nodded and said straightforwardly: "Then let's get back to the land as soon as possible! Every second we waste, the devil's pollution is getting worse."

They left here together. Nathanos had a good impression of Illidan. At least so far, he has not revealed to his loved ones that there is an undead eavesdropping on their conversation. And Tyrande does not seem to have gone.

Ask Illidan what happened to the corpse on the ground.

"Every second wasted, the demon's pollution is getting worse?" Nathanos repeated Tyrande's words just now. He remembered that when he first came to Ashenvale Forest, there was no trace of demons, except for the Manor he saw not long ago.

Los and Tichondrius. But now he felt uneasy, thinking that a lot of things might have happened in half a month.

The Lich King's order was for him to rescue Illidan, but now it seemed that someone had completed the task for him. Just in case, he followed carefully.

Not long after walking, they stopped at the intersection of the Druid and Illidan's prison. An elf stood in front of Tyrande and Illidan. He also had antlers and was holding a wooden stick in his hand.

Staff. Behind him stood a group of tall, broad-shouldered fellows. The night elves clearly looked like they had just woken up from sleep.

'Who is this guy?' Nathanos thought to himself.

Tyrande and Illidan had different attitudes towards this guy blocking the road. The former called out the other person's name in a soft tone, just like Illidan did to her just now.

"Malfurion?"

Illidan seemed very unaccustomed to Tyrande's behavior. He also said: "I have reached eternity, brother. I have reached eternity in the darkness."

Brothers? Nathanos opened his eyes wide. These two elves who had absolutely no similarities in appearance turned out to be brothers! But why did one become the leader and the other became a prisoner? And when they met, they seemed to have met each other.

Like an enemy! Nathanos felt inexplicably happy, at least he firmly believed that he would not encounter such a situation.

'Why do I think that?'

He shook his head and continued to watch.

"Illidan!" Malfurion spoke. His voice was particularly low when he read the name, but his next words were high-pitched and loud, as if he was stating the other party's crime. "You are being judged for your crimes.

For nothing else!”

"Who are you to judge me? You can recall that we fought side by side against the devil." Illidan retorted without flinching.

As the argument grew more heated, Tyrande interrupted them sharply: "That's enough!" The two brothers simultaneously turned their attention to their beloved.

"You two! What you have to do has been done! My love!" These two words were said to Malfurion. "With the power of Illidan, we can once again drive out the demons and save us to the end.

The land of love.”

Malfurion didn't buy it, he loved Tyrande, but this time he had to question her decision. "Have you ever thought about the cost of doing this, Tyrande? This traitor's 'help' is very likely

He will destroy us before the devil does. We should have no further contact with him."

These words were so heartless that even Nathanos felt sad for Illidan, and what was even more heartbreaking was that they came from his brother's mouth.

Nathanos didn't hear a word of what they said next. Every time he thought of the word brother, it made him feel strange. What was going on? He had never felt like this before.

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Crazy! Really crazy! Sylvanas followed Jaina into the Ashenvale Forest. Not long ago, they and the tribe had just rescued an orc leader. And now they have to find a way to fight with her ancestors.

The Dore were contacted, and of course, the Horde was with them! This was the hardest thing for her to accept, fighting alongside her former enemies. Miraculously, she accepted. The prophet, the elusive seer, had promised hope.

The female elf couldn't refuse what Ervanas had to offer. Even if she was asked to cooperate with the orcs, she forced herself to agree.

The coalition forces deep into Ashenvale were attacked, not only by demons, but also by the indigenous people here. Although Jaina had repeatedly ordered that no one should harm the plants and trees here, the night elves with a strong sense of territoriality still

They regarded them as enemies. Perhaps it was because they cooperated with the orcs, and Grom Hellscream killed Cenarius, the demigod respected by the night elves, which caused a misunderstanding that was difficult to clarify.

"Nathanos..." Sylvanas sat in the camp, playing with the weeds in her hands to pass the time.

"you?"

A voice came from very close to her.

"I know you!"
Chapter completed!