Under the guidance of night watchman Eddie, the Scourge's camp soon welcomed its second "guest." Huan
Orgrim and Grommash looked at Prince Faroldis who came alone, and asked Eddie on the side, "Is this your leader?"
Night watchman Eddie corrected, "It used to be, but now most people don't recognize him."
"I... represent the court of Farodis." Prince Farodis hesitated for a moment, and still said the force he wanted to represent. However, what made him feel sad and uneasy was that he was the only one who said this now. His people will never follow him or forgive him again.
"Prince Faroldis?" Malygos observed the decadent-looking elf noble ghost in front of him, "It seems that your life has not been very good these ten thousand years."
"Uh... you are - Spellweaver?!"
Faroldis looked at Malygos, first confusedly recalling the familiar face, and then recalled Malygos's identity in shock.
"Well, it seems that you haven't completely lost your mind like other ghosts." Malygos could feel the majestic arcane energy of Farodis. It seemed that although the prince failed under the power of Azshara, Although he still preserved his sanity, he was not trapped in the second before destruction like other undead. Huan
However, Faroldis just smiled bitterly at this, and he laughed at himself, "Did I get rid of Queen Azshara's curse, or did she deliberately keep me awake so that I could feel the rejection of my subjects. Come to torture me?"
"At least you resisted," Malygos gave a rare approval. In his opinion, daring to lead his people to resist the queen was already a very remarkable thing. "You shouldn't blame yourself for this, shouldn't you? Will there be any good consequences for surrendering to Azshara and joining the Burning Legion?"
"I don't know - maybe it's better than being bound here for ten thousand years?" Faroldis spread his hands, with lingering melancholy and decadence in his eyes. Ten thousand years have almost worn him away. The sharp edges and corners also made him think about one thing all the time. Was the resistance ten thousand years ago really correct?
"He still doesn't understand." Night Watchman Eddie sighed with some disappointment. She shook her head and said goodbye to Orgrim and Grommash. "Goodbye, big guys, my Night Watch still needs me. Commander, I have been away for too long, now that Faroldis is here, let him talk to you."
Orgrim gestured to the night watchman Eddie to do whatever he wanted, then turned to Grommash and said, "Bring some people and go clean up the Nagas around you, and find out how many of them are here." , where is the base camp and who is in command."
After arranging the work, Orgrim stepped forward to Farodis, "Now is not the time to be sad for spring and autumn - those Nagas, they are here for the Tide Stone, if you don't want to lose your soul, Being dispersed by those Nagas, I suggest you best join us.”
Faroldis was startled for a moment, and said subconsciously, "The Tide Stone has been broken into pieces and is buried deep in Nathalas Academy - what are those Nagas doing looking for it?"
"As long as there is a suitable method, the shattered Pillar of Creation can still exert its power," Malygos explained. "We need someone to take us into the academy. In exchange, the Scourge and I will ensure that there's Civilians' safety, what do you think, Farodis?"
Originally, Malygos and Orgrim thought it would take some time to persuade the seemingly indecisive prince in front of them. However, what they did not expect was that Faroldis agreed to their plan without hesitation. .
The prince still had that decadent temperament, and his words still gave people a feeling of hesitation, but this time the content of his words was completely different from his temperament, "I have failed my people once, and I don't want to There will be a second time.”
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Teldrassil, the peaceful and peaceful world tree in the past has become more anxious and noisy.
The elves are mobilizing to prepare for the upcoming second quicksand war. Everyone's faces are solemn and solemn. Although they are immortals, the Kaldorei understand better than other mortal races. It's called sacrifice, what is blood.
As early as the Legion's first invasion, it was their people and ancestors who were on the front line against the demons and preventing Azeroth from being destroyed at the hands of the Burning Legion. Huan
Now I'm just fulfilling my responsibilities.
In the Temple of the Moon, Tyrande tried to persuade Maiev, who had always been at odds with him. Although the relationship between the two had eased after the battle at Mount Hyjal, Tyrande could still clearly feel Maiev's affection for him. An indescribable emotion.
Only this time, Tyrande found that Maiev seemed to be less violent and angry after returning from the Outland.
"Maev, we need you, your people need you."
Tyrande's voice was pleading, and Maiev could only reply helplessly, "My sister, I still need to resettle those demon hunters captured from the outside world. Once they escape, they will cause harm to the world. The destruction is no small matter."
"Besides, I'm just a hunter. There are tribesmen who are more skilled in the art of war than me, so I shouldn't be irreplaceable."
Maiev waved her bladed cloak and turned around to face the bright moon outside the rooftop. There was nothing wrong with what she said. The Watchers were actually just a group of huntresses who were willing to accompany Maiev to guard Illidan, although they were all proficient in combat. He is a master of skill, but this is not uncommon among the night elves whose life is measured in thousands of years. Huan
Tyrande choked. She actually had a more important thing to say, but she could not speak in front of Maiev.
Seeing that Tyrande hadn't moved for a long time, Maiev turned around and wanted to leave, but she saw the embarrassment on Tyrande's face that had not completely disappeared.
The keen warden caught the flashing details. She pondered for a moment and said, "High Priestess, do you have anything else to say? If not, I will first--"
"I - well... I want to ask you if you know the whereabouts of Jarod."
Tyrande was prepared to face Maiev's wrath, but to her surprise, Maiev had no reaction this time.
In fact, Maiev was indeed a little angry, and her expression under the mask was gloomy, but in the end all of this dissipated with a sigh.
"Garold... I don't know either. He has been missing for a long time. I'm sorry, I can't help you. Priestess, I'm leaving first." Huan
Tyrande looked at Maiev's retreating back. For some reason, she felt desolate and lonely from her heroic steps. Maiev, who had returned from the victory in the outer world, did not seem to be too excited, but seemed very lost.
Walking on the streets of Darnassus in preparation for war, the heat around her didn't seem to affect Mavi's cold heart - she was more confused than ever at this moment. Illidan suddenly disappeared at the last moment, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Although she was in his body Scars were left, but Illidan's mocking words seemed to still be in his ears.
"A hunter who does not understand her prey will never catch her target, Maiev."
Illidan's words lingered in her mind, and whenever she was free, she seemed to be able to hear Illidan's mocking words - she had guarded Illidan for ten thousand years, and once again foiled the other party's conspiracy in the Black Temple, but she But because of Illidan's words, he suddenly realized that what he was doing seemed meaningless. He hunted the betrayer like a wild beast, but failed repeatedly.
She didn't seem to understand what Illidan's conspiracy was at all, nor his purpose. How could she catch Illidan, who was known for his cunning and cunning, when he was swarming around the world like a headless fly?
And throughout these long ten thousand years, she gave up everything, and the long guard finally came to nothing. She didn't even know how Illidan escaped from the prison. If in her aimless hunting, she After losing Nasa and other comrades, will she be swallowed up by the rage of revenge and become the second unscrupulous "Illidan"?
Even when Tyrande asked about her brother's whereabouts, Maiev was at a loss - was everything she did really useful to the Kaldorei and herself? Or has she been deceived by the ridiculous lies she has spun for these past ten thousand years? Huan
Maiev didn't know clearly. She just felt that her heart was very confused now. Maybe the dead silence and emptiness in the Watcher's Cave in Azsuna could give her a chance to re-examine her heart.
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