With the restart of the Myth Drannor mythal, the entire city ruins and the entire surrounding area were once again shrouded in magical protection.
Since this is originally a powerful magic network node, it is essentially the same as the underground maze of the mad wizard Halaster Black Robe. Both can continuously draw energy from the magic network to achieve 24-hour uninterrupted spell effects.
One of the most famous and well-known puzzle effects is the city skyline that glows with a beautiful arcane light at all times of the day and night, and the magical creations called "Thyur Glass" in the windows that can be touched to make them appear or disappear.
This is a transparent material that is as strong as steel and can even be made into weapons, armor and shields.
But the prerequisite is that it can only be used within the range covered by the magic maze.
Once you leave, it will instantly turn into air and disappear into thin air.
In addition, the magic maze also weakens the plane barriers in this area, allowing spellcasters and even ordinary people to easily achieve long-distance and cross-plane teleportation.
Long ago, during the most prosperous period of the Kingdom of Cormanthor, a permanent portal was even built to the Feywild, the Demiplane of Dread, and the world of Krynn where the story of Dragonlance takes place.
The "Abarat Folly" portal connects to a tower on the edge of the Moon Sea, the "Warrior" portal connects to the Kingdom of Delimbian, the "Hall Node" portal connects to other elven kingdoms, the "Silver" portal goes directly to the Kingdom of Yeerlan, and the "Glory" portal leads to the Mir Forest on the border of Tethyr and Kalinshan.
Before the fall of Myth Drannor, this place was inhabited by a large number of elves, and even established many large and small countries.
To some extent, the Kingdom of Cormanthor was the leader of the entire elven race on the continent of Faerun except for the Isle of Evermeet for a long time.
Moreover, the areas covered by the maze will always maintain a temperature, environment and climate suitable for living, and will never suffer from extreme weather such as severe cold, scorching heat, drought, heavy rain, etc. Even storms and fires will be kept out.
Normally, creatures such as dark elves, orcs, dragons, gnolls, and goblins that are considered threats will instantly trigger their defense mechanisms and be forcibly expelled if they even approach.
In addition, people living in the city can also use a password to gain the ability to fly, completely prohibit the magic of a certain school from taking effect, or automatically cast various protective magic on a designated target, directly teleporting a person to a designated place...
In short, as perhaps the largest and most famous magical mystery in the continent of Faerun, the power of the Myth Drannor mystery is unquestionable.
Even some gods coveted it and sent their incarnations to try to seize control of it.
But now, this maze lock that was in decline has finally returned to the hands of its creator, Silinxi.
Just a moment!
The greatest of mortal wizards drove the fleeing monsters and drow out of the reach of Mys Drannor's magical puzzle.
And using the power of the maze, the damaged and abandoned houses and buildings in the city were directly repaired, clearing away a large amount of weeds, trees and vines, revealing their original magnificent appearance.
Especially the wizard tower that once belonged to Sirinxi herself, it is still exactly the same as when she left. Even the small magical creatures living in it, such as the elven dragons and pixies, are still alive and well.
Obviously, the dark army that destroyed everything back then failed to break into this wizard tower.
Moreover, inside the city, these elves from Evermeet also discovered a few hundred scattered remnants of the Kingdom of Cormanthor.
Among them were elves and half-elves, as well as a dwarf clan of more than one hundred people.
In short, after completely defeating the evil enemy entrenched in this dense forest, the next thing Sirinxi needs to do is to gather the population, and then recruit some people from Yongju Island to settle down and set up the framework of rule on the spot.
Once the cleanup and reconstruction work is completed, we will then find a way to restore the Kingdom of Cormanthor's former prosperity and strength through trade.
But before that, Silinxi still needs to resurrect the dead warriors.
After all, elves are not like humans. As long as there are enough women of childbearing age and some men, a large number of young and middle-aged labor forces can be raised again in 20 to 30 years at most.
It often takes them decades or even hundreds of years to give birth to a baby, so the value of a qualified warrior is far higher than the cost of using the resurrection magic.
According to the conclusion drawn from Zuo Si's research, male elves are actually no different from humans. They can make the opposite sex pregnant through mating anytime and anywhere.
But the menstrual cycle of elf women is extremely long, occurring only once every one or two years or two or three years, and the duration is also very short, so it is very easy to miss the best time.
This has resulted in their extremely low fertility rate.
On the contrary, there are quite a lot of half-elves born from the union of male elves and human females.
Currently, there are at least hundreds of thousands of them in the West Coast Empire alone.
Although not all of them are first generation half-elves, most of them still have quite obvious elven features.
Zuo Si has always felt that Corellon could choose one of the half-elves who believe in him and train him to become the god of half-elves.
In this way, the influence of the elves in the continent of Faerun can at least be raised to a higher level.
It's a pity that this elven god only recognizes elves as his children.
Although there is no discrimination against half-elves, and they are even allowed to go to Evermeet to visit their parents and brothers, there has never been any attempt to include half-elves in their own pantheon over the years.
In other words, the focus of the entire elven kingdom of Arvandor has never been on Toril.
After all, not only is there a God Above Gods Io in charge here, but there is also a powerful deity, the Goddess of Magic, who is clearly superior to other gods.
So Corellon simply sent an avatar to stay in the Crystal Wall system for a long time to handle various daily affairs, respond to the prayers of priests and believers, and by the way, cause some trouble for the orc gods.
Although the elves have created many earth-shaking events since coming to Faerun, the elven gods are very low-key most of the time.
There was only a split during the Crown War, and then there was no movement.
Just as Zuo Si was thinking about the purpose of this powerful god showing his goodwill to him, Eilistraee suddenly broke the silence and asked with curious eyes: "What are you thinking about?"
Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed look and replied, "Nothing, I just think that with Weilun's personality, he shouldn't give up so easily.
If nothing unexpected happens, he should instruct those escaped believers to gather together, continue to unite with the forces of Zhentil Keep or Shade City, and try to compete with the elves for control of Cormanthor.
The subsequent multi-party game is the most critical.
Besides, your mother is not a good person either. You never know when she might make some big trouble.
So even though Evermeet won the war, it will take time and effort to restore the Kingdom of Cormanthor to its former glory."
Iristri nodded in agreement: "You are right.
Compared to the insidious but cowardly brother, the mother is the most terrifying enemy.
I don't know why, but I've been feeling very nervous and uneasy lately.
Maybe mother is planning something terrible again.
If you notice anything please let me know.
In return, I will satisfy your thirst for artifacts, knowledge, and magic to the extent possible."
"No problem. If the Spider Queen makes any big moves, I will send the news to you as soon as possible."
Zuo Si agreed without hesitation.
Although both the mother and daughter of the gods are from the chaotic camp, from their current experience together, it seems that Eilistraee, who is quieter and more benevolent, is more suitable as an ally.
On the one hand, she originally had a close relationship with the Goddess of Magic and the Elf Goddess, and her background was incredibly strong.
To be honest, Zuo Si never quite understood why he did not seek help from the powerful allies behind him in the battle with the Spider Queen, but instead took huge risks to play tricks and schemes that he was least good at with the powerful Rose.
On the other hand, Rose's extremely chaotic, manic, paranoid and distorted behavior has violated his bottom line more than once.
This resentful woman's hatred and anger towards the elven pantheon has already reached the sky. She is basically either looking for trouble with Corellon or on her way to cause trouble for Corellon.
And it never stops, never gets tired, never forgives, and has absolutely no rationality at all.
Therefore, Zuo Si has always been very sure that even if the Spider Goddess is not an enemy that will never give up, she is at least an object that needs to be guarded against like the Goddess of the Night Shar.
This means that in order to prevent this guy from doing things behind her back, a buffer zone must be created around her.
Ilystraee is the perfect candidate for this buffer zone.
If necessary, Zuo Si would not even mind including Weiren, whom he had already offended, into the list of partners.
Anyway, as long as he could cause trouble for Rose, Zuo would secretly help her.
Especially with the upcoming battle with the Spider Queen, there is absolutely no reason to stay out of it.
You have to know that Furen is one of Zuo Si's most important bases.
He would never allow the power he had worked so hard to build to be severely damaged or even completely destroyed by the actions of some lunatics.
As a person who likes to take the initiative, he will not wait until the other party does something to him before he realizes it and retaliates.
Instead, they will try to identify potential enemies in advance and then make a series of corresponding arrangements.
"Thank you. Working with you may be the best decision I have ever made."
After getting the answer she wanted, Iristri immediately raised the corners of her mouth and revealed a faint smile.
In terms of unscrupulousness and viciousness, she could never be a match for her mother and brother, so she was always at a disadvantage in the confrontation that lasted for tens of thousands of years.
Often they cannot even protect their own believers and temples.
But since joining forces, they not only gained a stable base of faith, but also almost never suffered from ambushes from the two.
Most importantly, Zuo Si's evil tendencies are different from the traditional cold-blooded, brutal, and bloodthirsty nature, and will not touch the bottom line of most gods in the good camp.
On the contrary, his rational and calm calculation and utilitarian way of thinking can perfectly make up for the shortcomings of the good camp's general tendency towards idealism.
The best example of this is the West Coast Empire judicial system created together with the Church of the Three Holy Alliance.
Just like that, after a brief exchange, Iristri quickly left and returned to her own country.
Zuo Si himself was teleported back to Athkatla quietly, without even saying hello to the elves who had just won the victory and recaptured the city.
To be precise, apart from this family of three, no one knew that behind the war was actually a game between gods.
In particular, the counterattack launched by Rose's followers directly dealt a heavy blow to and even destroyed Velen's hundreds of years of hard work.
His largest group of believers on the continent of Faerun suffered more than 70% casualties almost overnight, and the rest collapsed and fled in all directions.
After learning the news, Shade City and Zhentil Keep immediately strengthened their vigilance against the elves from Evermeet.
They didn't think that these proud pointed-eared ones would become their allies.
However, the humans and half-elves who lived in the valley adjacent to Cormanthor were very happy to learn that Myth Drannor had returned to the hands of the elves. They immediately sent envoys hoping to establish a good friendship with it and conduct a series of trade exchanges.
After all, compared to the evil and cruel dark elves and countless monsters, the elves who generally tend to be kind are undoubtedly very good neighbors.
As long as you don't cut down too much forest they are generally very friendly and willing to help.
Some defenseless villages are even protected by elven patrols.
It is precisely because of this relatively friendly imagination that intelligent races such as humans, dwarves, gnomes, and halflings do not mind living under the rule of elves.
The Kingdom of Cormanthor relied on this method to unite various settlements bit by bit to form a country.
Although the elves are the dominant race, other races can also make their voices heard, and eventually a parliament will be formed to handle daily affairs and disagreements.
Especially in the valley, many of them originally escaped from Cormanthor, and they have an inexplicable attachment and sense of identity with Mith Dranor.
So it is not surprising that they would take the initiative to show goodwill to the elves of Evermeet Island.
The Kingdom of Cormyr was also happy about the restoration of Cormanthor.
Since this thousand-year-old feudal state was originally established with the support of the elves, both the royal family and the nobles maintained the minimum respect for the elves.
What's more, the reopening of the Myth Drannor mythal can greatly help the Kingdom of Cormyr share the threats from Shade and Zhentil Keep.
The two sides are natural allies in terms of interests.
As a result, a strange three-way balance of power was formed around the Anauroch Desert, the Moon Sea and the Dragon Lake.
They may constantly test each other and fight secretly, but they will never easily break the balance, otherwise they are likely to be besieged by the other two parties.
In this situation, even the Ghost City, which has many legendary spellcasters, has to seriously consider the consequences if it wants to take action.
After all, even the powerful creation of the Netheril era, the floating city, could not gain much advantage when facing the elves' magical maze.
After stabilizing the situation in Faerun, Zuo Si once again turned his attention to Azeroth.
At this moment, in the Felwood Forest on the continent of Kalimdor, the dreadlord Tichondrius is using the Skull of Gul'dan to release fel energy to completely corrupt the forest.
In just a few days, the originally clear river water turned a creepy green color. The hellfire that fell from the sky also smashed the lush forest into potholes. Many thousand-year-old trees were turned into black charcoal under the burning of the evil flames, and the earth turned a dark brown color that was even more serious than the corrosion caused by the plague.
As for other animals and plants, they were getting sick and dying in large numbers. The sky was shrouded in a grayish green fog, with occasional dazzling lightning and thunder falling from the sky.
It was a complete apocalyptic scene.
A large number of tree people who were corrupted by evil let out twisted and painful cries and violently attacked all creatures they encountered.
Countless demons and undead established forward bases here, preparing for the final battle to attack Mount Hyjal.
It goes without saying that the most important and exciting decisive battle of the Third World War is about to come.
At this moment, Illidan, who had just been released by Tyrande, has just arrived here with an army, intending to stop the enemy from further corroding the forest, in order to prove that he had only seized the power of the demons, rather than having his will controlled by the other side.
Of course, the main reason why he did this was his deep love for the former.
Maybe as the saying goes, what you can't get is always the best.
What's more, in addition to the attribute of "can't get", Tyrande now also has the attribute of "sister-in-law", which really makes the Tauren ecstatic.
It's a pity that Tyrande's martial power is a little bit high. If she wants to force her way into someone else's heart, it's simply because she's tired of living.
So the only thing Illidan could do was to please the other party with his own performance.
In his eyes, saving the world from the invasion of the Burning Legion was not as important as changing Tyrande's mind.
So even though he was imprisoned in the dungeon by Maiev Shadowsong for ten thousand years, this love saint still had no regrets, and took on the most difficult task as soon as he came out.
Looking up at the sky and breathing the slightly smoky air, Illidan couldn't help but sigh: "After ten thousand years, I am finally free. But my brother still thinks I am a curse! I will show him my power through this mission, and show him that I control the demon instead of being controlled by the demon."
After saying that, the demon hunter subconsciously raised his hand and touched his black eye mask.
Although he dug out his own eyes, he was not blind as many believed, but instead had replaced optical vision with magical perception.
In the two holes filled with fel energy, Illidan could clearly feel the ever-changing rotating energy. The bright and dazzling colors almost made him lose his mind the first time.
After you get used to it, these colors will form various specific images, which are much sharper and more subtle than the optical vision that was easily deceived before.
There is no doubt that this is a gift bestowed upon him by the dark Titan Sargeras. It is with this demonic vision that Illidan can easily see through the disguises of demons such as dreadlords and succubi, and whether a person's body is corroded by shadows or fel energy. He will never be deceived by illusions or blocked by obstacles.
Just as he was about to order his night elf troops to set up camp and establish a forward base, he suddenly felt a gray-white figure flash through the woods.
The next second...
Arthas, carrying Frostmourne, rode out slowly on the skeleton horse Invincible and asked in a slightly amusing tone: "Are you sure, Illidan Stormrage? Can you guarantee that your will is 100% your own?"
"A dead man? Are you also an accomplice of the devil?"
Illidan raised his chin proudly and drew the battle blade behind his back.
As a powerful mage and demon hunter, he had hunted countless Burning Legion demons in the War of the Ancients, so he did not take the Death Knight in front of him seriously.
So he has enough capital to be proud of.
"Accomplice? Maybe. But we have our own plan." Arthas responded meaningfully.
He had obviously obtained a considerable amount of information from Kel'Thuzad and understood who this man who had obviously gained some demonic powers was.
"Humph! I don't care about your plans, and I will make you regret showing up in front of me."
As the last word came out of his mouth, the demon hunter suddenly took the lead in launching an attack.
He cast an unknown spell and instantly crossed a distance of dozens of meters to appear behind the Death Knight, brandishing both blades and intending to tear this ignorant guy into pieces.
Especially the fel flames attached to the blade, which can definitely melt and tear apart equipment made of Saronite.
But Arthas was no pushover. He used Frostmourne to block the opponent's attack, and then suddenly released biting frost to extinguish the fel flames of the blade.
After doing all this, he sneered and responded: "Regret? I don't think you are capable of doing this. After all, in terms of strength, we should be evenly matched."
"You think you can stand up to me? Naive! You can't even imagine the battles I've been through!"
Illidan raised the corners of his mouth in a mocking smile, and suddenly released a more powerful fel flame from his body, which directly evaporated the coldness emitted by Frostmourne.
A fierce battle then broke out between the Demon Hunter and the Death Knight.
The former's style is purely agile, and the speed is often so fast that people can't even see the afterimage.
Moreover, the demonic power endows it with powerful strength, agility and endurance, making it like a tireless killing machine.
The latter is no pushover with the help of the divine weapon. Every time he swings his sword, he releases a bone-chilling chill to try to freeze his opponent.
If it were an ordinary person, there would probably be no good way to deal with the extremely low temperature released by Frostmourne.
After all, even Tirion Fordring holding the Ashbringer was frozen, not to mention others.
But Illidan is clearly an exception.
The evil flames that are thousands or tens of thousands of degrees Celsius are enough to instantly evaporate the coldness released by the artifact.
Therefore, the battle eventually turned into a pure martial arts competition.
What's even more outrageous is that Arthas, who was only in his early twenties, could fight Illidan Stormrage, who had lived for more than 10,000 years, to a standstill. This shows how talented he is in this area.
If he had not chosen the path of a paladin, but continued on the path of a warrior, I'm afraid no one in the entire Eastern Continent would be a match for the Prince of Lordaeron.
The two fought from sunrise to sunset, and finally found that neither could do anything to the other.
Illidan was obviously very surprised that a dead man could have such powerful strength. He stopped first and said, "We can keep fighting like this until one of us makes a mistake. But I don't think there is any need to waste time like this! Tell me what do you want to do?"
“I’m just here to tell you some necessary information.
The dreadlord who commanded this army of undead and demons was called Tichondrius.
He holds in his hand a powerful artifact - the Skull of Gul'dan.
It was what Gul'dan, the most powerful warlock in history, left behind before his death, full of forbidden knowledge and fel power.
The forest is currently being corroded because of the power of this thing."
Arthas told all the information directly.
Although he still nominally obeyed the orders of Tichondrius and the Burning Legion, he had actually begun to make small moves in private, waiting for Archimonde to suffer an unprecedented defeat in this world.
That would give the Lich King, Ner'zhul, the opportunity to break free from the Legion's control and regain his freedom.
"You wish for me to obtain the Skull of Gul'dan? Why? Aren't you serving the Legion?"
Illidan was obviously a very suspicious person and did not completely believe the other party's words.
“The reason is simple.
My master and I can benefit from the Legion's defeat.
So even though we are still enemies on the surface, we can actually be allies in private.
Most importantly, the Master predicted everything and knew that you have been pursuing great power all your life.
And the power of the Skull of Gul'dan can help you reach the next level.
Once you get it, you'll gain the power to easily defeat Tichondrius.
Anyway, that’s all I have to say.
It’s up to you whether you obey or not.”
After saying this, Arthas immediately turned his horse around and galloped away, disappearing without a trace in about ten seconds.
"The Skull of Gul'dan..."
Illidan silently recited the name of the artifact, and two green lights flashed on his eye mask.
…
At the same time, Grom Hellscream and his Warsong Clan also entered the Felwood Forest.
Since he had already witnessed the scene of heaven-shattering and earth-shattering in the world of Draenor, especially the shattered land of Shadowmoon Valley, he did not show any excessive nervousness or excitement. Instead, he hunted demons in this land to satisfy the strong bloodthirsty desire of the entire clan.
Not only that!
This group of blood orcs also seized a fortress built by Satyrs as a temporary base.
Although he was confused about his master's order to come to this place to join a night elf named Illidan Stormrage, Grom chose to obey.
Because he had no choice or room for bargaining at all.
"Chief, our scouts have discovered a night elf force."
A wolf cavalry captain walked straight in from outside and reported the situation loudly.
"Oh? How many of them are there?"
Grom raised his head with a terrifying light flashing in his eyes.
The cavalry captain answered without hesitation: "At least eight thousand people. It seems that they are here to solve the problem of the pollution in Felwood. I think Illidan Stormrage must be among them."
"Very good! Keep a close eye on them. Do not let Illidan Stormrage escape at any cost. Also, I want to see what this guy who is valued by his master is capable of."
When saying this, Grom's tone revealed a strong hint of provocation, and it was obvious that he intended to test the Demon Hunter's strength himself.
After all, even with Zuo Si's order, he would not easily surrender to a weak person.
"I understand. But what about Tichondrius? This annoying dreadlord is using the power of the Skull of Gul'dan to erode the land. It won't be long before the entire forest withers and dies."
The cavalry captain looked obviously worried.
After all, they don't have a stable food source. If all the living things on this land died, they would easily fall into frenzy due to not being able to drink enough blood.
"The master said that we don't need to worry about this matter. We just need to wait and watch the show."
Grom waved his hand impatiently, signaling the cavalry captain to retreat.
After the latter had completely walked away, he stood up and bowed respectfully to a mirror he carried with him.
Through the dim light in the fortress, one can vaguely see that the person on the other side of the mirror is Zuo Si himself.
At this moment, he has apparently returned to the Eastern Kingdoms and is helping the Alliance crush the dual invasion of the Burning Legion and the Scourge.
"Master, we seem to have found Illidan Stormrage. What should we do next?"
Grom Hellscream asked respectfully.
"Oh? Was Illidan released so soon?"
Zuo Si stroked his chin with a thoughtful expression, and then quickly ordered: "You continue to stay there, and wait until he is exiled by Malfurion and Tyrande, then take the initiative to show your friendship, and then take the initiative to join as the first group of followers. Remember, not too early or too late, I don't want to see you clash with the night elves again."
“As you wish.
But master, there is one question that always bothers me.
Why didn't you let me just take the forced stage and turn the entire tribe into blood orcs or blood trolls? In that case, you would have an invincible army now.
In addition, what is so special about this Illidan that you value him so much."
Grom asked cautiously, and his humble and cautious attitude was enough to shock and disbelieve anyone who had seen his bloodthirsty and violent appearance on weekdays.
"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Just play your role well. Remember, the day when Archimonde launches his final assault on Mount Hyjal is coming soon. Don't make any mistakes at this time."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si took the initiative to cut off his connection with the Warsong Clan and continued to observe the tribe settled in Azshara through the crystal ball, especially the changes in Thrall in recent times.
With the changes in physiological structure and the strong bloodthirsty impulse, this "World Shaman" seems to have lost his original strong elemental affinity, and various natural spell abilities are becoming weaker and weaker.
But in their place are powerful mind spells and blood magic.
It was obvious that he was gradually developing in the direction that he hated and despised the most, just like the Shadow Council warlocks who used to rule the old tribe.
And just as Zuo Si expected, Thrall couldn't help but transform all of his close associates into blood orcs like himself, and used this as a foundation to control the army and build new systems and institutions.
It was precisely because of these powerful blood orcs that they did not suffer too much loss in the battle with the Naga.
But the problem is that the reason why Thrall was able to become the Great Chieftain lies in his unique identity as a shaman and spiritual leader.
When the elemental forces gradually disappeared and could no longer bless the warriors' weapons or heal the wounded, Thrall could not imagine whether he could still win the support of the clan chiefs.
Worse still, even the power of the Hammer of Destruction began to plummet, and it even began to reject this rebellious user.
There are more and more signs that the troubles after losing the identity of a shaman will be beyond imagination.
"Eitrigg, according to the spies' reports, the demons are heading towards Mount Hyjal, and so are the human and tauren coalition. Which side do you think we should join this time? Or should we remain neutral and wait for the best opportunity?"
Sal held his forehead and seemed obviously exhausted.
He has been under so much stress lately that he suffers from insomnia almost every night.
However, what Thrall didn't know was that his compatriot, who had been drained of all his blood and died when he had just completed his transformation, had now been completely resurrected as an undead and was still under Zuo Si's control.
Once this matter is exposed, the angry orcs will attack in groups.
By then, he will turn from a hero into a rat in a matter of minutes.
Eitrigg smiled bitterly and replied, “I can't give you any good advice right now.
After all, Grom and his Warsong clan are still alive.
Fierce conflict or even war with the night elves may break out at any time.
With them around, it is extremely difficult to change the world's inherent impression of us.
But I personally prefer to join the coalition.
The Burning Legion is too powerful and doesn't care about our lives at all.
If you join them, you will most likely be used as cannon fodder.
In contrast, although we have fought wars with humans, they did not kill us after winning. Instead, they set up shelters to provide us with food.
This alone is enough to prove that they are much stronger than demons.
So if you want to participate in the exhibition, the coalition is your only choice."
"But what if the man who is hostile to orcs doesn't allow us to join?"
Sal asked the most crucial question.
Eitrigg patiently explained, "Whether he allows it or not, we must take practical actions to reach reconciliation with as many races as possible. Whether it's an apology or compensation, we must clearly express our attitude and position. Only by reducing the hostility of the other side can we get a chance to breathe after the war."
"You mean... to bypass him and contact the night elves directly and explain the situation?"
Thrall's eyes lit up slightly, obviously realizing the brilliance of this strategy.
"That's right. Obtaining the forgiveness of the night elves is our only living chess move at the moment. I can go to contact them as an envoy and see how they will react."
Eitrigg volunteered to take on this dangerous task.
After all, Grom Earthroar and the Warsong Clan had just killed Cenarius, the most important ally and mentor of the other party, and burned the forest and killed a large number of wild animals. The blood feud must be deep.
But if the envoy is sent out at this time, there is a high probability that he will be captured and beheaded to commemorate the dead or to vent his anger.
"Okay! Then I'll leave this matter entirely to you. Be careful, I don't want to hear that you were killed as an enemy."
After saying this, Thrall opened his arms and gave the other person a bear hug, and patted the experienced advisor's back hard.
They all knew that there was a high probability that this separation would be the last time they met in this life.
Eitrigg pretended to be carefree and said self-deprecatingly: "I have survived alone in the wilderness and the human world for many years, and I know how to protect myself. Besides, if I die at my age, it's nothing to be sad about. On the contrary, you must pay attention to the time and don't miss this war that concerns the fate of the entire world."
"Don't worry, I will never let you down."
Thrall made a solemn promise.
At this point, the only thing he could do was to take a gamble since he didn't have many chips in hand.
While the orcs were doing their best to get out of their current embarrassing situation, Malfurion and Tyrande had already begun to build an all-round three-dimensional defense system around the World Tree and the Well of Eternity in order to delay the enemy's advance and buy enough time for the traps to take effect.
I have to say, it's really weird that this couple has only seen each other a few times in ten thousand years.
Especially since there is a younger brother who also likes Tyrande, Malfurion, who is away from home all year round, always feels a little jealous.
Fortunately, although the two of them rarely had physical confrontations, they could often meet in the Emerald Dream when they slept at night, so they did not feel unfamiliar with each other.
"Honey, are you still worried about Illidan?"
Tyrande took the initiative to break the silence and asked her husband who was worried.
Malfurion sighed helplessly, "Alas - how can I not worry? Don't forget, Illidan betrayed us once during the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, and even gained the power of the devil. This is something we absolutely cannot tolerate."
"You are too nervous. It is true that Illidan desires great power, but he is also our relative and friend. Without his help, we would not have been able to drive out the Burning Legion in the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago."
It is very rare for Tyrande to defend her "dog".
But Malfurion retorted: "No, my dear, Illidan is not as simple as you think. Just wait and see, if you continue to indulge him, he will sooner or later cause big trouble..."
(End of this chapter)
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