Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

It would have been better if we hadn't mentioned it, but Malfurion's words directly ignited Illidan's anger after ten thousand years of imprisonment.

"What qualifications do you have to judge me? We once fought side by side against the devil, have you forgotten?"

My stupid Ou Doudou, if you hadn't made some contributions in the battle against the devil, do you think your brother and sister-in-law would have been able to protect you at that time?

"But you shouldn't have built the second Well of Eternity without permission, and you shouldn't have killed your own people! This is betrayal!"

Seeing that the quarrel between the two was getting more and more intense, Tyrande said to stop them: "Stop arguing for the two of you, and let the past be the past! Dear, with Illidan's help, we will drive away the demons again and save this land we love!"

"Humph!"

When Illidan heard Tyrande say this, he turned his head away and no longer looked at his brother.

Malfurion looked at Tyrande deeply. He knew that with the stubbornness of the Watchers, Tyrande did not use normal means to release Illidan. He had just returned from the Emerald Dream and not only had to face Archimonde, the powerful enemy from ten thousand years ago, but also had to face the mess within his own organization. He was overwhelmed!

At this time, he was a little envious of Garen, who was living in a corner, guarding Eldre'Thalas, and had a say among the night elves without having to bear too much pressure!

"Have you considered the cost? Tyrande, perhaps this traitor will destroy everything before the end of the world comes! I will never agree with Illidan returning to Mount Hyjal!"

"Thank you so much for your generosity. I will not go back to that hypocritical place, Mount Hyjal. I will deal with the demons in my own way. Just wait and see!"

After saying this, Illidan turned and left, and after a few leaps he disappeared into the forest of Ashenvale.

"My dear, I..."

"No need to say more, Tyrande. We will face everything together. Let's go back to Mount Hyjal first. The army of our eastern allies has already entered the foot of Mount Hyjal. Archimonde is about to land, so we don't have much time left."

Malfurion took Tyrande and the druids away, but he didn't know that what happened just now was seen by an invisible owl in the distance.

When everyone left, the owl appeared, flew towards the depths of the forest, and landed on Maiev's shoulder, who had been waiting for a long time.

Through a special whisper of souls, Maiev learned about the conversation between the three people just now.

"As you guessed, Malfurion chose to turn a blind eye and not participate in Illidan's prison break."

"As a living being, you have feelings. If you have feelings, you can differentiate between close and distant relatives. Malfurion is a man who values ​​feelings. One is his beloved wife, and the other is his brother, who is born of the same mother. His choices are nothing more than those few things."

In the original time and space, didn't Maiev swallow the anger of Tyrande killing the remaining watchers? Later, she was blamed by Malfurion for not rescuing Tyrande. She is really a big grudge.

Maiev was silent.

Fortunately, Jialin rescued the dead sisters, otherwise she would have suffered internal injuries.

"Okay, Maiev, just because something cannot be changed now does not mean it cannot be changed in the future. Now that the Burning Legion is about to invade, defending Mount Hyjal is our top priority."

"I see."

"There are two high-level demons hidden in Ashenvale and Felwood, Tichondrius and Mannoroth. Have your sisters found them?"

"Oh! It's so easy!"

Maiev has enough to be proud of. Although there are only a few hundred Watchers, each of them is elite and skilled in assassination and reconnaissance. They frequently carry out missions around the world and protect the night elves in their own way.

"Then let them die. You tell the Crusader Lord Galen about Mannoroth's whereabouts. According to the agreement between him and me, he will lead the team to deal with Mannoroth, and Tichondrius will be left to me!"

Maiev glanced at Garin and advised, "Galin, Tichondrius is a demigod, powerful and cunning. I'm afraid he won't be so easy to deal with. I'll let Nasa go to the Alliance, and I'll accompany you to kill Tichondrius."

"No, I won't do it myself. Did you see Illidan who just left? I will find a way to make Illidan and Tichondrius meet. These two have accumulated a lot of hatred ten thousand years ago. I think this process will be very exciting!"

"In that case, please stay safe! May the Moon God protect you, Galin."

"You too, Maiev!"

The hunt begins!

Garen changed his shape in a white mist, then turned into a hawk and flew towards the direction where Illidan disappeared.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, Garin finally caught sight of Illidan's silhouette, a touch of emerald green.

That is the color of the Warglaive of Azzinoth, commonly known as the Egg Sword, which was seized by Illidan from a Doomguard officer named Azzinoth during the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago.

The two emerald green moon blades were being carried on Illidan's back. The perfect arcs and sharp barbs all attracted Garen to kill and seize the treasures.

"Come out, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Illidan sat cross-legged beside the campfire with his back to Garin, holding a dried yellow flower in his hand...

big brother...

Your infatuation leaves me speechless.

Garin landed in the open space and turned back into human form.

"Long time no see, Illidan."

Illidan looked back, stunned for a moment, then said dimly: "I thought it was those annoying Watchers chasing me, but I didn't expect it was you, Garin!"

Illidan's voice was hoarse and low. At the same time, he felt a strong threat from Garin. The gaze staring at him felt like a knife was approaching his body, causing a slight stinging sensation.

"Actually, you're right. Maiev wanted to kill you herself, but I persuaded her not to."

Garen walked slowly to Illidan's side and found a clean spot to sit down.

As Garen approached, Illidan's body tensed up, like a cheetah ready to attack at any time.

Illidan did not dare to be careless when facing Garen. After all, Garen was able to easily kill the captain of Azshara's guards ten thousand years ago.

Garen was not as nervous as Illidan. He was equipped with life-saving equipment, and as long as he was not killed instantly, he could counterattack.

He saw the small pile of wild fruits picked in front of Illidan, looked at him with disgust, rummaged through his magic bag, found some Chocobo wings from the Golden Plains, and took them out and skewered them for grilling.

"You really don't look like a druid."

When Illidan saw Garin's actions, he relaxed his vigilance a lot and then sighed.

"Druid? Before I learned that, I was a warrior." Garin flicked the shiny Quel'Serrar on his waist with his fingers. "See, it's an ancient dragon-forged sword. How can I lift it and chop people if I'm not full?"

Ding!

Ding!

A clear sound of sword ringing was heard, as if protesting against its master saying he was heavy.

Illidan was attracted by Garen's actions. He glanced at Quel'Serrar, who had been promoted to a divine weapon, and then inexplicably agreed with Garen's statement.

Then Illidan snatched half of the chicken wings from Garin's hand and started roasting them on his own.