How could Malfurion not know what Tyrande was thinking? He objected almost immediately, "No! This is not suitable! Tyrande! Illidan, he … "
But before he could finish, Tyrande interrupted him, "We need a true powerhouse! Normal attacks can't hurt Archimonde at all! "
Malfurion's face turned green, but he couldn't find a reason to refuse.
That's right!
The one coming was the commander of the Burning Legion, Archimonde!
The vanguard of the demons!
The super demon leader who had destroyed countless planets by himself!
He wasn't naive enough to think that Archimonde, one of the three leaders of the Burning Legion, could be killed by sheer numbers. If it was possible, there wouldn't be the terrifying legend of Archimonde beating the world.
But the Night Elves didn't have many powerhouses who had entered the realm of heroes, so they could all be killed with a single slap.
Malfurion was suddenly a little envious of the Alliance.
Just looking at that Duke Marcus, although he didn't make a move and was even showing weakness, Malfurion and Tyrande could faintly feel that if he made a move, apart from the two of them, none of the Night Elves present would be able to survive.
In ancient times, when the Night Elves and High Elves were still one family, super powerful mages like Duque who had the power to destroy an entire city were not uncommon.
Savis was like that, and so was Queen Azshara.
But the strong wouldn't find weak teammates to help. From the list of people that Duque had voluntarily provided to kill Arthas, it was easy to deduce that the Alliance definitely had many top powerhouses.
Malfurion still wanted to object, "Tyrande! Have you forgotten? How did Illidan end up in prison?! Besides, after ten thousand years of imprisonment, we still don't know how he is now! "
If Malfurion wasn't Illidan's big brother, he might even say something like, "You released another demon to deal with one demon!"
Of course, this was impossible. After all, it was Illidan who had made a huge mistake, and Malfurion had single-handedly protected him.
But ten thousand years had passed, and perhaps the little bit of affection from back then had long been worn away by endless loneliness and torture, turning into hatred.
Tyrande hesitated as well. However, any intelligent creature would be easily swayed by emotions. Even though they hadn't seen each other for ten thousand years, Tyrande still made up her mind to release Illidan when she thought of the three of them living in harmony ten thousand years ago.
After all, blood was thicker than water. Under Tyrande's insistence, Malfurion had no intention of remonstrating.
However, when she reached the cage, Tyrande received a firm rejection.
The guard replied, "Illidan Stormrage is the most unforgivable of sinners! If Malfurion and you hadn't protected Illidan back then! He should have received the cruelest death sentence a long time ago! "
These guards were all diehard fans of Warden Maiev Shadowsong. It just so happened that Maiev had temporarily left to provide support due to another prison being attacked by demons.
Tyrande was furious.
"I, the high priest of the Moon Goddess, Tyrande Whisperwind, am the true leader of the night elves! I order you to open the prison and release Illidan Stormrage! "
"Forgive me for not being able to comply!" The leader of the guards replied.
However, the words of one of the guards behind her completely ignited Tyrande's anger.
This sentence was spoken in the ancient language of the High Elves. Of course, the words were even more vicious and bitter.
Elegantly translated, this sentence was, "You still pretended to be so holy after coming back from the demons. Now, you finally can't help but want to take your lover back?"
This was no longer a matter of being overwhelmed by anger.
After Queen Azshara's group of High Elves fell and were cast into the deep sea, the night elves experienced two more upheavals before they formed the religious kingdom of Elune that was centered around nature.
The first time was when the remnants of the High Elves led by Dathrema were exiled and renamed the High Elves.
The second time was when the Druids, with Malfurion as the core, announced their neutrality and gave up their political rights. However, they formed the Cenarion Circle, an inter-racial organization that worshipped nature.
Thus, Tyrande, who originally wouldn't start a massacre, gave the order — kill!
Kill until blood flowed like a river!
Kill until heads rolled!
Finally! She even had her subordinates carve the reason for the massacre on the wall as an explanation to Maiev Shadowsong.
In a sense, it was also to help Illidan, who was about to be released.
Was there really nothing wrong with being imprisoned for ten thousand years by a guard who hated him?
Who would believe that!?
When he opened the prison door and saw Illidan Stormrage, who was bare-chested and muscular but had his eyes covered, Malfurion still felt that something was wrong.
His little brother was too calm.
The saying that love begets hate, and hate begets love wasn't without reason.
Only when one cared would there be emotional fluctuations.
If a few of their own died, they might not be able to take it.
But if ten thousand ants died in a faraway land, who would feel anything?
The moment Malfurion saw Illidan, he felt that something was wrong. However, Tyrande, who he loved deeply, had advocated for Illidan, so he could only silently watch as Tyrande told him about the Burning Legion.
"The leader of the Burning Legion, Archimonde, is about to destroy Mount Hyjal, the World Tree, and devour the Well of Eternity. Illidan! Our people need your strength to once again resist the Burning Legion! "Tyrande spoke passionately, but Malfurion's heart sank.
If Duque was here, he would definitely scoff.
However, this couldn't be blamed on Tyrande. All priests were extremely devout idealists. This was the complete opposite of a materialist like Duque, who had been educated by the Celestial Empire.
However, idealists had a very magical ability. They would believe in things that others wouldn't. For example, Tyrande actually believed that Illidan was still thinking about their ten thousand years of love, and wasn't affected by the recent ten thousand years of suffering …
That was why even though Duque knew that Tyrande wanted to save Illidan, he definitely wouldn't get involved. Firstly, this was the internal affairs of the Night Elves. Secondly, he was afraid that if he saw Tyrande acting so emotionally, he wouldn't be able to help but slap her a few times …
"Tyrande, you can bathe in moonlight every night. Have you ever experienced the feeling of complete darkness?"
"I …" Tyrande's persuasion stopped abruptly.
"Tyrande, have you tried to contact Elune? You can't communicate with any living beings, and you can only spend a month in silence?"
"Illidan … I … that …"
At this moment, Malfurion stepped forward. "Illidan, you …"
Illidan suddenly raised his hand and stopped his elder brother. He stated his condition.
"I can agree to participate in the battle against the Burning Legion, but not for the Night Elves. I will fight for you alone, Tyrande!"
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