Deep within the Vault of the Wardens, the monster known as "Illidan" by the Night Elves has been imprisoned for ten thousand years.
Occasionally he will be released to defeat enemies that the Night Elves cannot defeat, and then immediately sent back to the Vault of the Wardens.
Illidan did consider escaping. Initially, the Jailer Maiev Shadowsong obtained a method to torment souls, plunging him into darkness.
However, he quickly figured out a solution.
Just as he was about to escape, the Elune made her move. The ancient binding spell was airtight, obscure and complicated, and he could not break it even after thinking about it for ten thousand years.
Illidan was almost in despair. He was only a small part of Aman'Thul, and there was still no news of the main body. He was afraid he would not escape Sargeras's clutches.
There are several other resurrected seeds like him, and it's hard to say who will emerge victorious.
In a daze, the days passed one by one. Although he was Titans who Mastery in time magic, he was almost forgetting the passage of time.
"What is that?" A slight fluctuation came from the binding magic, and "Illidan" awoke from his daze.
The binding magic originates from the Elune, and this slight fluctuation indicates that the Moon Goddess's power has been affected.
Who can interfere with the Moon Goddess's power?
Illidan rarely heard news from the outside world; his only source of information was through conversations with the jailers, those Watchers he loathed.
He could only ask the Watchers.
"Hey, hey, can someone kind tell me how Tyrande is doing lately?" Illidan feigned a lovestruck expression.
This was his plan; the Night Elf Watchers were mostly women, and women were fond of gossip, especially about matters of the heart.
Illidan, a character he created specifically for himself, a devoted lover who has been in love with Tyrande for ten thousand years, has piqued the gossip interest of these young girls.
"The plan is going well," a young Elf responded, though he looked somewhat sad.
"Lady Tyrande is safe and sound. A great tragedy has occurred at Mount Hyjal. The Burning Legion has invaded. Although they killed Archimonde, we suffered heavy losses. All our brothers and sisters on Mount Hyjal are dead, our homeland has been reduced to scorched earth, and the World Tree is gone."
"The Night Elves can kill Archimonde?" Illidan thought to himself.
However, this was not the answer they wanted; the Burning Legion's failed invasion was insufficient to affect Elune.
"I have a feeling something big is about to happen. Please tell me more," Illidan tempted.
The Elf woman tilted her head and thought for a moment, "The Lich King Arthas, he led a group of the dead."
"The Lich King?" Illidan's interest was piqued. "Quickly, tell me the details."
The Broken Isles, Azsuna.
Anachronos surveyed the gloomy sky, took out a compass, and calculated the time and direction.
Khadgar sensed the magic around him and murmured, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be Azsuna, where the Vault of the Wardens are located."
"Aren't we going to Outland?" Durotan asked, displeased.
Anachronos said apologetically, "There was a slight error in the time travel. It's now twenty years Dark Portal, the Battle of Mount Hyjal has just ended, and this is indeed the Vault of the Wardens. Illidan is still imprisoned."
"We're too early," Velen asked. "Do we need to travel through time again?"
Anachronos shook his head. "I can't guarantee there won't be any errors next time we cross time, but thankfully the error this time isn't too big."
Despite a few mistakes, the five had no choice but to accept their fate.
Imperator Mar'gok hissed, "Keep your voice down, someone's on their way."
The five quickly concealed themselves, and a female Night Elf approached from afar, seemingly preoccupied.
"Tyrande," Anachronos whispered, "The timing is exactly when Tyrande released Illidan."
Knowing Illidan's power, the five kept their distance.
Not long after, Tyrande emerged alone from the Vault of the Wardens, her silver robes stained with blood, her face deathly pale.
"Where's Illidan? Why didn't he come out with us?" Khadgar was stunned.
Anachronos gasped slightly. "It seems the historical records are wrong again; it wasn't Tyrande who released Illidan."
"And who is that?" Khadgar, "If Illidan hadn't come out, there wouldn't have been the subsequent Battle of the Black Temple."
Prophet Velen laughed heartily, "I see, you've all been tricked. This was Illidan's scheme to deliberately let us release him."
Illidan from the future world knew all along that it wasn't Tyrande who released him, but because they traveled through time, Illidan gained his freedom.
Anachronos stroked his chin and said, "So, one of us has to impersonate Tyrande and release Illidan? Who among you is willing to go?"
Durotan shook his head repeatedly. "Don't look at me, I don't know magic."
Imperator Mar'gok said, "Although I Mastery the art of transformation, I know nothing about Tyrande."
Khadgar shrugged. "I can't pretend to be a woman."
The five discussed it for a long time, but none of them were confident in impersonating Tyrande, mainly because they were afraid of Illidan.
A strange fluctuation in time magic appeared, Anachronos waved his hand, and everyone hid again.
At the entrance to the Vault of the Wardens, Tyrande returned, her silver robes spotless.
"Something's not right. She's not Tyrande," Anachronos asserted. "A woman who has lived for ten thousand years possesses a profound depth of experience, fundamentally different from this woman."
Khadgar nodded. "That's right, she's not Tyrande. If I'm not mistaken, she should be Jaina."
"Jaina has transformed into Tyrande's likeness." Prophet Velen pondered for a moment, "Could it be to deal with Arthas?"
Transforming into Tyrande's appearance, Jaina entered the Vault of the Wardens.
There had clearly been a battle here; many Watchers lay dead in pools of blood.
Tyrande killed many Watchers, an act of fratricide that is difficult for later generations to understand.
Tyrande doesn't need to resort to such drastic measures just to release Illidan.
Some believe Tyrande was keeping a secret.
Jaina made her way deeper into the Vault of the Wardens.
In the cold, dark cell, "Illidan," bound to a pillar, had long nails driven into his hands and feet, and countless Runes formed chains that pierced through his chest and limbs.
Illidan, somewhat excited and even a little crazy, laughed loudly, "Little girl, you come from the future. Who has the ability to send you here?"
Jaina, knowing her disguise had been seen through, asked curiously, "Why did Tyrande kill the Watchers? Why wasn't Maiev Shadowsong here?"
"I made an appointment with Tyrande," Illidan sneered. "I sent her a love letter, and she came to see me. We talked about the Lich King Arthas, and I promised to share Arthas's Power of Death with her. So she killed the surrounding Watchers."
Jaina remained puzzled, awaiting an answer.
"The Night Elves don't want to be enemies with Arthas, Tyrande is worried our conversation will get out." Illidan asked mysteriously, "Do you know why?"
Jaina suddenly remembered that when they attacked Icecrown Citadel, the Night Elf race refused to participate in the war.
"Because of Elune?" Jaina guessed.
"Illidan" said dejectedly, "Elune, warned Tyrande to be wary of any contact with the Scourge."
Jaina is getting more and more confused.