The Pleasure Gardens is now a mess of dishes and cups.
Illidan pulled a Demon Hunter from under the table; the hunter was completely drunk and clutching a half-empty bottle of ethereal mead.
"Time to wake up, Demon Hunter."
Illidan looked somewhat helpless, but a rare look of doting affection appeared on his face.
A deep light appeared in his Spectral Sight, Vandel instantly sobered up, hurriedly throwing away the etheric mead and exclaiming:
"Lord Illidan."
As one of the first Demon Hunters to undergo the conversion ritual, Vandel's strength was second only to Illidan, and he was able to directly Pain Suppression Maiev Shadowsong.
What's even more remarkable is that Vandel's loyalty to Illidan is beyond question.
Illidan gave a playful smile, "Vandel, do you know anything about Rustwater Port?"
The greatest advantage of the Elves is their long lifespan, which allows them time to experience different lives without having to spend all their time improving their strength.
Vandel smiled knowingly, "Before becoming Demon Hunter, I lived in Rustwater Port for a while."
Illidan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Akama is in your hands now. I hope he feels at Rustwater Port."
Vandel laughed heartily, "The Goblins of Rustwater Port are a bunch of greedy little creatures; as long as they have enough gold, they can have whatever they want."
"I trust you to handle things." Illidan smiled meaningfully, Vandel understood immediately.
Vandel, the most powerful Demon Hunter, Illidan's most trusted confidant.
In his early years, Illidan gave him a secret mission: to eliminate potential traitors within the organization, which could be done without reporting back.
Vandel put his arm around Akama's shoulder affectionately. "I'm the nasty Demon Hunter, you're the Broken. The girls of Rustwater Port are waiting for us. Don't mind doing some disguise?"
Akama agreed without hesitation, "I'll do whatever you say."
Watching the two figures walk away, Illidan fell into thought once more.
Time is a complex matter, and dissuading Akama from betraying her will not be easy.
Fortunately, there's Vandel. Illidan has already given a hint: if Akama harbors any rebellious intentions, eliminate him.
In the Blasted Lands, Anachronos, disregarding the discomfort caused by time travel, addressed his four companions:
"Our mission must change. Illidan already knows his Destiny and will definitely take action. We must find a way to turn back time. The Black Temple must be breached, and Illidan must die."
All five understood that the leak was caused by the Skull of Gul'dan.
However, the five were not of one mind, making it almost impossible for them to give up the precious Skull of Gul'dan.
The Prophet Velen proclaimed, "We must believe in the reversal of time; even if we do nothing, Illidan will die."
Anachronos smirked coldly. "Velen, you're wrong. Time can be changed; I've experienced it myself."
Velen exclaimed in astonishment, "That's impossible."
Anachronos said solemnly, "In my memory, I attended a grand banquet with my father Nozdormu in Orgrimmar. Thrall showed us an unprecedented ingredient—a creature not from Azeroth, the Draenei."
Velen turned pale instantly.
"And you, Prophet Velen, are the main course of the feast. You are still alive, but you have been tortured to the point of madness, your skin peeled off, revealing pink flesh like a wriggling maggot. Thrall boasted to us that a crashed spaceship was found on Azuremyst Isle, and the Orcs captured all the Draenei. Most of you became food for the Orcs, and a few became Orcs slaves."
Anachronos's words made everyone think.
Khadgar said, somewhat puzzled, "That's right, I have similar memories too, and I thought there was something wrong with my memory."
Anachronos replied, "Because you too were invited by Thrall, tasted the delicacies of the Draenei, and then someone changed history."
Khadgar added, "I vaguely remember that the Blood Elves were supposed to be on the Alliance's side, but somehow they switched sides to the Horde."
"You're not mistaken," Anachronos said solemnly. "History has been rewritten. The Draenei were saved, and the Blood Elves allied with the Horde. This is also the reason for Kael'thas's madness."
The Prophet Velen's lips trembled. "Who changed history?"
Anachronos simply shook his head, perhaps not knowing, or perhaps unable to speak.
Khadgar closed his eyes. "Let me think. If the Alliance and the Horde fail to conquer the Black Temple, Illidan will certainly not let it go. To guard against Illidan's revenge, the Alliance and the Horde will have to garrison the Blasted Lands, unable to launch a campaign against the Lich King Arthas. The Scourge will grow stronger. The Alliance may be fine, but Thrall will definitely die."
Durotan declared loudly, "So everything we do is for the Orcs, for Thrall."
Anachronos sneered, "Time is always unpredictable, and it usually takes a turn for the worse. We must stop Illidan."
Because of Khadgar's presence in Outland, and to avoid unpredictable accidents caused by the same person meeting at different times, Khadgar must remain.
After the four left, Khadgar disguised himself briefly and stayed at the Nethergarde Keep Inn as an adventurer, trying to keep a low profile.
On this day, Khadgar was drinking alone in an inn when he suddenly sensed something was wrong.
"The power of Fel."
Khadgar's heart skipped a beat, and he cautiously looked over.
An Elf entered the inn, his eyes gleaming brightly. Khadgar immediately recognized them as two fine gems.
Vandel acted like a familiar face, ordering drinks and food, while Akama, disguised as Orcs, sat shyly to the side.
Savoring the fine wine, Vandel shook his head and said:
"Azeroth has three notorious dens of iniquity: the girls of Rustwater Port, the butcher shop in Orgrimmar 'The Drag, and the beauty salon in Undercity."
Akama showed great interest. "I'd like to hear more."
Vandel narrated in detail:
"Rustwater Port goes without saying; it boasts beauties of every race in Azeroth. Orgrimmar's the Drag have numerous butcher shops offering the finest beef from Thunder Bluff, the most delicious Pandaren from Pandaria, and noble girls from Stormwind City lured by the Peace Dove. As for Undercity's beauty salons, the Royal Apothecary himself performs the procedures; as long as you can afford it, you can have whatever you want to look like."
Akama's mouth watered at the mention of the sauce. "Could you take me to the Orgrimmar savory meat shop first?"
Vandel stroked his chin and said, "The Drag are filthy places. Orcs don't do business ethically; their customers often end up as food."
Akama shuddered in fright. "Forget it, let's go to Rustwater Port instead."
Vandel smiled faintly and said confidently, "Don't worry, with me here, no one can hurt you."
Although their voices were not loud, every word reached Khadgar's ears.
"One is Demon Hunter from the Black Temple, and the other is not Orcs; he exudes elemental power and should be a Shaman, as there is an incongruous and distorted feeling within the elemental energy."
"A Broken, could he be Akama?"
Khadgar's mind was in turmoil. A Demon Hunter had taken Akama to Rustwater Port for pleasure; history had already changed.
Vandel was clearly in no hurry, taking Akama on a scenic journey, passing through the Blasted Lands, enjoying the scenery of the Swamp of Sorrows, and staying in Darkshire for a few days.
Khadgar followed behind them as they entered Stormwind City.
After several days of investigation, Khadgar learned that the Demon Hunter's name was Vandel.