Tyrande jumped in fright, but she was certain that the green-skinned creature had said her name in the terrible Cadorei language.
"You can speak Cadore?" Not only Tyrande, but even Illidan was shocked. He swore that before the green-skinned monster was escorted to Surlama, none of the elves had mentioned Tyrande's name in front of the green-skinned monster, let alone her full name.
The green-skinned creature bared its fangs and mumbled some Cadore syllables. It did not have the elegant and artistic tone of the Elves, but it was still Cadore.
"I … Cadore … am not good … at it …"
The corner of Tyrande's eye twitched slightly, and she turned her head, "Illidan! Let him go! "
"But, he once …" Illidan was obviously in a difficult position.
"If you were in my shoes, what would you do if you woke up in a strange place and found an unknown being threatening your life with a weapon?" Tyrande countered.
Illidan was speechless and could only do as he was told. However, when he opened the door of the cage, he secretly held onto an Elven dagger with his left hand. He had absolute confidence in his skills. Even if he could not stop this strange green creature with his instantaneous magic, he was agile enough to send the dagger into the creature's throat.
Tyrande had a gentle smile on her face. She walked over and crouched down, chanting Elune's name.
The Goddess of the Moon answered her prayer almost immediately, and a gentle white light descended from the sky.
"Praise Elune!" The surrounding Elves knelt in response to the miracle.
The huge wound on the green giant's left arm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Illidan sighed. Tyrande was too kind. For a monster of unknown race, she used a limited number of Divine Grace spells per day. However, this was also why he was so infatuated with Tyrande.
Tyrande's lips moved slightly, "I apologize for the rudeness of my people. Please forgive their overreaction. After all, they suddenly found an outsider in our territory. Yes … May I ask, what is your name? "
"Apologize … My name is Blo … Gax! Not … Cadore … enemy! "
That's right, this green-skinned fellow who was miserably captured and almost sent to the animal park to increase the ticket revenue was the Orc hero Brock who was sent here by Nozdormu to maintain history (and cause trouble) ten thousand years ago.
Brock, who didn't expect to be separated, was dumbfounded.
Fortunately, it was different from the original history that Duque knew. In the original history, Brock was thrown there without realizing it. This time, it was Nozdormu who had informed them beforehand. Thrall then hurriedly asked Duque to get a High Elven Mage to give Brock and Grom a language crash course.
Sharpening a spear at the last moment, even if it's not bright, it's still bright!
It had to be said that Orcs really didn't have any talent for languages.
Other than Orgrim and Thrall, most of the Beastmen were rough and boorish. No wonder the Orcs were born with -2 Intelligence in most Dungeons & Dragons games.
Tyrande and Illidan took good care of Brock and moved him to a Night Elf Inn.
Even though the two sides had great communication difficulties, after a difficult night of detailed discussion, Tyrande finally understood one thing. There were five emissaries who came with Brock to the Cadore Empire. Their goal was to stop a calamity that was about to affect the entire Cadore Empire, and even the entire planet Azeroth.
"Burning Legion?" The literal translation of the name made Tyrande's heart palpitate.
Thinking of Queen Azshara's abnormal actions, Tyrande suddenly had an ominous feeling that a storm was about to arrive. She felt that she seemed to have seen through the fog of fate and vaguely grasped the direction of events.
"Illidan, go back to the Moon Guards first. If there's nothing important, don't contact me and Malfurion. Remember to keep your distance!"
"Understood!" Illidan suddenly felt a sense of eagerness. Tyrande rarely needed his help. It felt good to be trusted by Tyrande at a time when something big was likely to happen.
Unfortunately, Tyrande's next words made Illidan a little unhappy.
"The moon has already started to set. I can't contact Goddess Elune for now. I'll go and discuss this with Malfurion. "
Illidan had a bitter taste in his mouth. As expected, compared to me, you trust my brother more?
This was an indescribable envy, even jealousy.
But Illidan did not say anything. He turned around and left. He had already made up his mind to keep a close eye on the Queen. He wanted to dig out the secrets that the Queen's faction had purposely hidden to prove to Tyrande that he was the heroic companion she wanted.
The sky was just beginning to brighten when Tyrande received another unexpected piece of news.
Malfurion personally came to find her, and the first thing he said was, "Three strange beings came to our forest, and Cenarius took them in. Two of them claim to be 'humans', and one of them speaks a strange Elvish language that seems to be derived from Cadore, but the words are obviously different. That's not important. They brought a message — soon, a terrifying demon army called the [Burning Legion] will descend upon Kaldorei. "
Tyrande was shocked, and her chest heaved up and down. This was the second time she had heard this name that night.
She really wanted to treat this term as nonsense and expel it from her mind, but she couldn't do it.
"Let's go and meet those outsiders first, and then we need to reach an agreement with Cenarius and the others." One of the main reasons why Surlama could maintain a different political view from the Queen was that the Natural Faction had the support of Goddess Elune and a large number of demigods.
Excluding Goddess Elune, who had not descended to the earth as an avatar.
Including Cenarius, the Boar Agamagan, the Bear Brothers Usor and Usok, the White Stag Malorne, the Storm Raven Everna, and the other immortals formed the Ancient Guardian formation, which was like a mountain blocking Queen Azshara's path.
Just as Tyrande was startled and reacted.
In Galhalla, Duque, who was allowed to have almost unlimited power, was performing a summoning ritual on the main vein of the Well of Eternity.
Although Kaldorei, who claimed to be a high elf, was considered the ancestor of magic under the Blue Dragon, Duke realized that the way Savis and the others used magic was so crude that it made people's hair stand on end.
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