Tick tock, tick tock
In the dark cave, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of water dripping from stalactites.
However, deep in the cave, something extremely terrifying seems to be hidden. Even if there is no movement, it still gives people a terrifying sense of oppression.
Suddenly, in the endless darkness, there was a sudden sound of the chain being pulled, and the sound of the metal chain colliding with the rock wall continued to echo in the cave.
"Be quiet."
A cold and hoarse female voice came. The owner of the voice seemed not to be hindered by the darkness at all, and the sound of clattering footsteps came from the cave.
It seemed like the collision of armor, but it was also like the clash of blades.
Another man's voice was low and hoarse, as if he had been deprived of water for a long time, "Ah... Maiev, you really don't feel bored. Is such a sentence really worthy of your guarding for so long?"
Maiev's response was devoid of any emotion, as if she didn't need any extra emotions to support her activities.
"No, traitor, it is my duty to guard you. Don't say ten thousand years, even twenty thousand years, or even until the world is destroyed, I will guard you."
"Haha..." The male elf known as the traitor laughed twice more. Such conversations would happen in this dark prison almost every once in a while.
He has been chained in this cave with magic chains for an unknown length of time, so much so that he has lost his sense of time and can only rely on occasional conversations with his jailor to determine how much time has passed.
Has it been ten thousand years?
The "traitor" raised his neck, moving his somewhat stiff neck within the limited range of movement. His strong body will not age with time, but the long period of confinement still makes him exhausted.
If it weren't for the extremely firm belief and desire in his heart, he might have collapsed long ago and wouldn't have been able to last this long.
"Stop it, you'll never break free of this chain."
The strange movements coming from the "traitor" made Maiev, as the warden, very cautious. Although she said so, she knew very well what a terrifying figure the person who was chained was.
If the prisoner escaped because of her careless guarding, it would undoubtedly be a terrible disaster for her people.
The "traitor" just smiled and did not respond. He had regarded Maiev's reaction as a kind of entertainment project. As long as he had the slightest intention of breaking free, the warden would be very nervous.
In fact, he also knew in his heart that with his magic power blocked and his body imprisoned, even if he broke free from these shackles, he was no match for Warden Maiev, let alone Maiev, the only one in this darkness." "Watchers", each of them is a skilled fighter who is proficient in combat skills, and a seasoned hunter who is comparable to the elite of the Sentinels.
This kind of cage can be said to be almost entirely prepared for him alone. It can be imagined how much the night elves value a locked up weak elf.
"Hmph...they're just a bunch of idiots..."
"What are you talking about?" Maiev did not hear the prisoner's murmur clearly. Her slender eyebrows under her visor almost knitted together. During this period, her prisoner seemed more active than in the previous ten thousand years.
But these are not important, Maiev just knows that the priestess and the archdruid have left Mount Hyjal due to certain matters, and she must be more careful to guard the dangerous people in front of her.
"You'd better keep your mouth shut, Illidan, otherwise, I don't guarantee you will suffer." Maiev never gave any good looks to her prisoners, and she was tired of Illidan's performance. , now, it's time for him to be quiet.
Illidan heard Maiev's threat and let out a low laugh indifferently. Of course, he was not talking to his warden for no reason, but he really felt something. He was sure that soon, , you will regain your freedom.
Even though his magic power was locked up by his brothers and his body was imprisoned in the underground cave, he could still feel the breath of those "prey" very clearly.
This was not like inconsequential erosion and pollution. On the contrary, he could feel the violent and chaotic energy very clearly even deep underground.
Obviously, even the soil and rocks of Mount Hyjal are contaminated with the breath of evil energy. It can only be that demons have descended not far from Mount Hyjal and are invading their land again.
This situation has been going on for a while, but my brother still has no reaction, which shows that the other party is rapidly contaminating the forest in a way and speed that no one can imagine.
Illidan lowered his head again, his body pressed against the rock wall, hiding in the darkness. Maiev thought that he had regained his composure as before, but she didn't know that this time, the demon hunter was gathering strength for his escape.
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The cold winds of Northrend blew across the ice fields of Icecrown Glacier, and white snowflakes moved rapidly on the surface like running water.
Lothar stepped on the frost stairs and reached the top of the half-built Icecrown Fortress, where the Frozen Throne is located.
He walked to the center of the platform and looked up at the armor and crown in the huge ice block of the Frozen Throne. They were no different from when Ner'zhul was imprisoned in it.
However, the person who controls this "communication tower" among the undead now is a living King of Death.
The hollow eye sockets of the domination crown lit up with a faint blue soul flame. This was where Alsace was transferring his consciousness.
The Lich King's voice soon sounded, "I need a team of elite death knights."
"The training has just begun, and most people are not ready yet." Lothar was a little embarrassed after hearing this order, "They can't carry out too difficult tasks now."
The death knights have just entered training. They have not forgotten the combat skills they learned during their lifetimes, but they still need a lot of time to practice if they want to master rune spells and death energy.
If they were sent to leave Icecrown Citadel at this time, they would not be able to deal with the enemies cleanly without being skilled enough, and would instead expose the existence of the undead natural disaster.
Arthas was silent for a few seconds and asked again, "How many people are available?"
Lothar thought for a moment and raised a hand, "Five, Orgrim and I must also supervise the resurrection ceremony of the next group of death knights. There should be no time to dispatch this time."
"Five...just five, it's enough. This time you are just responsible for providing assistance." Alsace got a number that was much better than expected. He originally thought that he would have to continue to squeeze the two old deaths. Where is the knight's labor force?
Lothar nodded slightly, "That's no problem at all... By the way, there's something I want to talk to you about."
The flames in the eyes of the Helm of Control flickered, "What happened?"
"Anub'arak told me that his people dug some incredible things when they were responsible for building tunnels and cities underground..."
Lothar's words almost caused Arthas to tear open the cracks in the Shadow Realm and return to the Frozen Throne - was Anub'arak crazy? I clearly warned him not to dig randomly!
Fortunately, Lothar's next words calmed Alsace's almost out-of-control mood.
"He asked me to ask you if you want to send someone to take a look at Howling Fjord."
