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A few hours later, on the banks of the Arivas River, Malfurion and Illidan searched for traces of Tyrande. They quickly walked through the forest, and their skills and senses began to become tacitly understood - this pair

The twin brothers are determined to find their beloved priestess as soon as possible, otherwise everything will be irreversible.

"Prince Kael'thas said Tyrande was washed away here. As long as she is alive, my naga will be able to find her."

Malfurion resisted the feeling of nausea and glanced at the creatures covered with scales and smelling of sea water. Then he immediately withdrew his gaze and said to Illidan: "They'd better not come back with bad news, brother. Just look at it."

I feel sick to my stomach just looking at them. Where did you find these disgusting monsters?"

Illidan turned his head with a sneer and replied: "It seems that you don't like the ocean. But listen to me, brother. It's better that you don't know."

"Owner."

The two brothers were talking, and a Naga guard broke into their conversation. With this honorific, Illidan was convinced that his servants had discovered something, and their efficiency even exceeded that of Malfurion's druids.

Make him very satisfied.

"I am listening, my faithful servant."

"We have found your beloved priestess." The Naga soldier said. His first words were good news. The worry on Malfurion's face was instantly washed away, but the next words were bad news.

News. "She is trapped in the hinterland of an undead base, fighting fiercely with the Scourge alone, but she may not be able to hold on for long. If you want to save her, you'd better act quickly."

"An undead base?" Illidan said in surprise. He couldn't believe what kind of dangerous predicament Tyrande was facing. "They didn't take us seriously at all. Why..."

Before he finished speaking, the sky in front of him suddenly darkened. It was obviously daytime, but another ray of moonlight fell from the sky, like a landmark. Around that bright and soft light, many creatures were flying, as if they were attracted.

But Malfurion knew that it was not a bird or a bird of prey, but an undead air force. He had already heard the scream of the gargoyles and the roar of the frost dragon.

"Tylande..."

"The sky is filled with a terrifying army of undead. If you send your people there, you will die."

"We don't have an air force available right now!" Malfurion said anxiously. He knew that moonlight all too well. If there is one person in this world who can make the moon fall into darkness during the day, it must be his lover. "

Illidan, you stay here to hold off the undead, don’t let them attack Tyrande, I will go along the river..."

"That would waste a lot of time!" Illidan decisively rejected Malfurion's idea, "I said, your people will die if they go there. You will be torn into pieces before you even get close to Tyrande. This won't work.

He shook his head and said, "Let me go! It's faster for me and my Naga to walk by water!"

"You are right, but trusting you will make me take a lot of risks, Illidan." Malfurion stared at the horns on his brother's head. He also has such an appearance, but it is a gift from nature.

It was the result of pursuing the path of Druidry, but the horns on his brother's head were grown by absorbing the power of evil. So far, he could not determine whether his brother's soul was a demon or an elf.

Illidan knew that it was not easy to gain Malfurion's trust. If it was about other things, they would definitely have different opinions, but if it was about Tyrande's safety, he believed that they had the same idea - to let the beloved priestess

Away from danger. Because of this, they chose to fight side by side at this moment. He believed that his brother Malfurion also knew this.

"I swear on my life, I will bring her back, brother."

"Ahora s-ethil, brother. I..." Malfurion looked at Illidan's eyes covered with black cloth complicatedly, and said with determination: "I believe you."

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The sudden appearance of moonlight in the sky made Nathanos feel that something was not going well. This unnatural phenomenon must be some kind of powerful force.

really……

As soon as he arrived at the undead base, he saw the gargoyles and ice dragons hovering around the moonlight being shot down by a glowing sphere. The sphere looked like fleeting meteors, raining down on the Lich King.

of artwork.

"Stop, who are you?"

Nathanos was stopped by the guards in the base. If an undead creature saw him, it would just give way obediently, but the person blocking him was not an undead, but a demon wielding two swords!

Archimonde was defeated three months ago. Logically speaking, the legion's minions should have fled in all directions, but the demons on the eastern continent have not heard of this at all. This must be attributed to the Lich

The king's handiwork, the cunning leader of the Scourge was not in a hurry to have a showdown with the demons. Although Archimonde failed, and powerful demons such as Tichondrius and Mannoroth died, the demons who remained in Lordaeron

The demons also have considerable strength - during the coming of the Burning Legion, many undead souls chose to submit to the demons. Openly resisting them may not necessarily lead to complete victory, so the Lich King first ordered to block the news and not alert these demons.

, and then actively expanded its strength, and then ordered all senior commanders of the Scourge to find opportunities to weaken the demon's power and prepare for the true takeover of Lordaeron.

Nathanos has always disliked carrying out his orders, but he also doesn't like demons.

"I am Nathanos, the...creation of the Lich King." He thought for a moment and decided to introduce himself in this way. Then, without waiting for the other party to ask questions, he explained his purpose, "I saw something abnormal here. What happened?

What?"

The demon didn't answer him, and Nathanos didn't expect him to answer. Anyway, these guys are always conceited.

"Stay here, insignificant undead." The other party replied, then turned and walked into the camp. Not long after, he came back with a Dreadlord.

In terms of size, this Dread Lord is far inferior to Tichondrius and Anathalon, but it is still much taller than Nathanos.

"Insects sent by the Lich King?"

Nasrezim, who had just walked up to him, looked condescending, his eyes shining with disdain.

But Nathanos hid it well, and he didn't show his anger or displeasure on his face.

"I found out what's going on here..."

"You are not needed here, dead man. I am Necros, the warrior of the Burning Legion. Take your people out of here."

Nathanos, who was interrupted, smiled slightly and said: "I think you should think about it again, Lord Necros. My people have discovered that a night elf force and a serpentine force are rushing to

Here, they will attack your base. You may need my help."

Necros's hoarse voice burst into laughter, taking Nathanos's warning as a joke.

"Stupid undead. There are two heavily guarded defense lines in front of my camp. If those guys dare to come, I will make them pay the price. Now, get out of here."
Chapter completed!