Chapter 22 Section 22

Had Sargeras known what Illidan had in mind, his fate would have been worse than the fate of Azshara's people... "What's the matter with you, mage?" Varothen's harsh voice suddenly came. Illidan quickly withdrew his thoughts and tried to gain a foothold. "It's...so unbelievable..." He said without concealment, "It's unbelievable." The captain of the guard didn't say much. Mannoroth plodded up the hill, his four trunk-like legs leaving a deep crater in the already badly damaged ground.There was something wild in his hideous eyes that Illidan had never seen before.Illidan was drenched all over, but the vicious guy in front of him didn't even have a drop of water all over his body.Such is the nature of the Well of Eternity, and although it appears to be full of liquid, it is far from it.

"Soon..." Mannoroth said almost tenderly, "Soon, our master will come to Kalimdor! He will come right away..." "And then he will turn Kalimdor into heaven!" Azshara whispered from the litter, "Heaven!" The demon commander's eyes lit up like flames, full of joy and expectation... Illidan suddenly came back to his senses: "That's right... Kalimdor will be reborn." "How long will it take?" The queen asked immediately, her lips were half parted, her breathing quickened, "Will it be soon?" "Yes... soon..." Mannoroth replied.He walked past her and walked towards the palace.

"Great!" Azshara couldn't help applauding.Ms. Vashqi and other maids also showed joy. "Our mission here is accomplished!" the captain of the Valothen guard snapped, looking forward to Sargeras' arrival and jealous of anyone who would snatch the Queen from him, which made him very conflicted. "Go back to the palace!" the officer ordered to the soldiers and demon warriors, "Go back the way you came!" Most of the Highborne and satyrs had followed Mannoroth back before he could give his order.Only Illidan lagged behind.The readings from Mannoroth's words and expressions and his glimpses of the lower planes of the demon lord confuse his mind.

Illidan looked back at the roaring maelstrom formed by the Well of Eternity... After watching for a long time, his confidence was shaken for the first time in his life. Tyrande knew that something was happening outside, and it was a big deal, but she had no way of knowing what happened in prison.Elune continued to provide her with protection, keeping enemies from getting close, but that was all.The priestess is completely ignorant of what is happening outside.All she knew was that her people had been slain, that the Burning Legion was now roaming the lands of Kalimdor, turning the beautiful, fertile land into ruins.

The guards outside the cell had been removed, and the sinister Varothen thought it was a waste to guard a priestess who couldn't go anywhere.Tyrande has nothing to say about this decision made by Valothen, and she really cannot pose any threat to the palace. At this time, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, and she couldn't help becoming alert.It was not time to bring her food and water, and Tyrande hadn't eaten anything since accepting Dath'Remar's food and water.The Highborne came to the cell twice in a row to persuade her to eat, but she ate nothing, not wanting to make herself dependent on those who locked her up.

The prison door opened a thin crack first, and then slowly opened.To her surprise, it was Dath'Remar who came, followed by a Highborne.Dath'Remar glanced inside the door, surveying the imprisoned Tyrande before slipping back into the corridor behind the door. "Dath'Remar! How did you come—" "Slow down, Tyrande!" He looked carefully into the cell, as if it was full of demon guards.After making sure that there were no outsiders in the cell, Dath'Remar walked towards the sphere. From inside his robes he pulled Lady Vashj's amulet, which had briefly set her free.Tyrande almost cried out, thinking that the other party wanted her life as much as Azshara's maid.

"Get ready," Dath'Remar whispered. He pointed the amulet at the sphere like Vashj.The sphere slowly descended, and the invisible restraints disappeared with it. Tyrande stiffened and almost fell to the ground.The Highborne grabbed her, and the amulet in her hand was suddenly close to her throat. "I'll do you no good if I die," she began. He looked shocked immediately, and glanced at the amulet in his hand again.Dath'Remar then threw the things in his hands aside in disgust, and said, "Ma'am, I didn't come here to do that kind of dirty business! Now, if you still want to escape from this place, don't speak loudly. "

"Escape?" Tyrande felt his heartbeat suddenly quicken.This isn't some new dark humor, is it? Dath'Remar looked into her eyes and knew what she was thinking. "I'm not lying to you! We've been planning this plan for a long time! We can't bear to live like this anymore! The Empress—" His voice was a little choked, he was loyal to Azshara, but he was disgusted with everything that happened , thus feeling extremely conflicted, "The queen...she has gone mad. There is a reason for all this. She betrayed her own people for an evil, depraved, bloodthirsty guy! This Sargeras promised to build a perfect world, by The Highborne rule, but all we see is the destruction of this world! How can there be a heaven built on blood-soaked stone and scorched earth? In my opinion, it is impossible!"

She was not surprised to hear his words.In the conversation between the two of them before, she could hear the worry in his heart from his words.What surprised her was that there were still independent thoughts in the palace. The demon leader must demand unconditional obedience from the highborne, but maybe Sargeras had too many things to take care of. Regardless, the High Priest thanked the Moon Goddess for giving her this opportunity.She knew Dath'Remar could be trusted. "We only have one chance," Dath'Remar said solemnly. "The minions of the Demon Lord go to the shores of the Well of Eternity to work their magic. They will stay there for a while. The others are in the stables below. Wait for us."

"Anyone else?" "You can't stay here for long, especially after the devil finds out that you have disappeared. This is the consensus we have reached. Everything has been arranged. Most people who want to leave have not participated in the devil's mission... and those who have to go people, and we honor their sacrifices from the bottom of our hearts.” "May the goddess of the moon bless them," Tyrande whispered.When Mannoroth and his master discovered that the night elves had betrayed them, there was no good for the remaining elves. "But what about the guards?"

"We've been joined by a few guards, but most are Varothen lackeys! We need to be careful with them! Let's go now! Don't ask any more questions!" He led her out of the prison and into the corridor, where a night elf was waiting.Tyrande hesitated at first, and was suddenly surprised to find that he had left the cell.Dath'Remar glared at her impatiently, pulling her forward. Led by Dath'Remar's companion, the three rushed up a long flight of stairs.There were no signs of guards along the way, and the priestess knew that these mages had already cleared the obstacles on the way in advance. At the end of the stairs was an iron door with Azshara's angelic face embedded in the center.Seeing her head, Tyrande's body couldn't help but tremble, and her reaction made the two Highborne look at her sympathetically. "Through this door is the hall, through which we can go directly to the stables. The others should have prepared their mounts. When the palace gates open, we will rush out like the wind." "Then... how do we deal with demons?" He stood up proudly: "Don't forget, we are Highborne! We are the best mages in this world! Our mighty power will knock them down!" Then Dath'Remar said in an arrogant tone : "Of course, many of us may die too..." "I feel that the road ahead is clear," another mage interrupted suddenly, with a haughty smile on his face. "The distraction spell still controls the scum of Varothen's men." "But I suspect that the magic will lose its effect soon." Dath'Remar gently pushed open the door, and no grim-faced warrior appeared in the hall. "We're not far from the stable," said the other night elf, his confidence already beginning to swell. "See, Dath'Remar! Don't worry about a bunch of useless—" Before he could say the second half of the sentence, an arrow had already pierced his neck.Blood spattered Tyrande and Dath'Remar. The dead mage fell to the ground, and several guards appeared in the hallway. "Stand there and don't move!" A junior officer wearing a dark purple helmet shouted loudly. Dath'Remar waved his hand at the demon angrily. An invisible force rushed at the guards, and they smashed against the wall like leaves in the wind.The sound of their bodies hitting the wall echoed in the hall. "This is what happens when you attack the high elf elite!" he snapped. "Someone will come and check if they hear the noise," the priestess reminded. Only then did Dath'Remar realize that his attack was a little too aggressive.He frowned, and pulled Tyrande forward.