It was a cat.
Vandel touched his long ears, his expression subtly changing.
The name "Mr. Bigglesworth" sounds familiar.
Mr. Bigglesworth was a small gray cat, wearing a spotless white shirt and a black bow tie, with elegant manners and a charming demeanor.
As an unsuccessful intruder, Vandel tried to be as polite as possible:
"We meant no offense and apologize for my Recklessness."
Mr. Bigglesworth sighed softly:
"Aggression and conquest are the eternal truths of the universe. I know what your motives are. If you weren't Night Elves, I would have cast you into the Abyss long ago."
Vandel looked wary; the Demon Hunter could see with Spectral Sight, allowing him to discern the energy flow within his opponent's body.
But this cat couldn't see through it at all, as if it were facing a vast universe.
"If our arrival has displeased you, we are willing to leave immediately." Faced with overwhelming power, Vandel yielded.
Mr. Bigglesworth remained silent for a long time:
"To the east lies a continent, flowing with Fel and flames, much like the environment of Shadowmoon Valley. If you like, you can settle there."
He knew about Shadowmoon Valley, Vandel became even more wary of the cat.
"On behalf of Lord Illidan, I thank you for your generous gift." Vandel bowed.
Mr. Bigglesworth tilted his head and thought for a moment, "All Demon Hunters can come, but Illidan, whom you're talking about, cannot."
Vandel was stunned and asked, "Why?"
"We only welcome Night Elves," Mr. Bigglesworth said sternly. "Other races are not permitted to set foot in our world."
"But Lord Illidan is Night Elf." Vandel was somewhat confused.
Mr. Bigglesworth shushed, "If you want to know why, come with me. You're all alone."
Vandel was completely bewildered; there was absolutely no way he would betray Illidan like that.
In order to find out the truth, Vandel ordered the other Demon Hunters to rest on the spot, while he went with Mr. Bigglesworth alone.
The green unicorn snake darted through the vines, moving as fast as the wind.
Vandel's speed was far inferior, but for some reason, he always maintained a fixed distance from the giant snake.
Even though Vandel deliberately slowed down, the distance remained the same.
"What kind of strange magic is this?" Vandel felt utterly astonished.
Mr. Bigglesworth stopped beside a towering tree, its enormous canopy and lush foliage reminding Vandel of the World Tree Nordrassil.
"Do you know why cats live in trees?" Biggs asked abruptly.
Vandel looked completely bewildered. Mr. Bigglesworth said unhappily:
Because there are dogs on the ground.
Is it a cat vs. dog rivalry?
Vandel scratched his head and followed Mr. Bigglesworth up the tree.
Countless small houses are built on the dense branches of the big tree, inhabited by cats of all colors and breeds.
They might be basking in the sun elegantly, chatting in small groups, or playing and frolicking.
Bigworth followed the tree branches into a museum-like building.
The interior is very spacious, stretching as far as the eye can see, and contains countless stone statues.
"Many years ago, a group of Eredar invaded—oh, you call Draenei."
Bigglesworth stopped in front of two statues of a male and a Draenei.
"What happened to them afterward?" Vandel asked in a trembling voice.
"They sank into the Abyss, leaving only a man and a woman as statues," Bigglesworth said casually. "Look closely, they're still alive; it's a way of preserving the living."
Looking at the countless statues and various strange creatures in the museum, Vandel asked in awe:
"Are they invaders too?"
Bigglesworth nodded. "This was all the work of the Army of the Light; they deliberately released the coordinates of Mardum in the Broken Abyss."
Vandel used his Spectral Sight to look for a long time, but couldn't see any of the Burning Legion's Demons.
Given the Burning Legion's nature, how could they possibly abandon such a world?
"The Burning Legion has been here," Bigglesworth said calmly.
"The Legion soldiers who first invaded were thrown into the Abyss by us. Later, Sargeras visited us in person, and we reached a cooperation agreement with him."
"You're cooperating with Sargeras?" Vandel was stunned.
How terrifying is this civilization, capable of standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the mighty Dark Titans?
"Because we have a common enemy, a terrifying and formidable opponent. Relax your mind, and you'll soon understand."
A familiar statue appeared before them, with golden eyes, a long white beard, wearing a blue robe, and holding a staff wrapped in Lightning.
The Highfather, Aman'Thul.
Why is his statue here?
Vandel looked on in surprise.
Suddenly, two beams of golden light shot out from the statue's eyes.
A breathtaking scene unfolded before Vandel's eyes.
He stood high in the sky, looking down upon the Azeroth, where all the continents were connected at that time.
Suddenly, a giant hand descended from the sky, shattering the Azeroth Continent into pieces. The Sundering, the sun and moon lost their light, and countless living beings vanished into nothingness.
Vandel knelt on the ground in agony, his head throbbing, countless ancient memories flooding his mind.
After a long while, Vandel stood up.
The Fel in his eyes gradually subsided, his eyeballs regrowed, and his vision gradually cleared.
As is widely known, becoming Demon Hunter requires sacrificing one's eyes and relying on Spectral Sight to see.
Vandel was not quite used to his newborn eyes and quickly put on an eye patch.
"Aman'Thul, it was he who caused the Sundering ten thousand years ago!" Vandel said, trembling.
Bigglesworth said regretfully, "Aman'Thul was defeated by Sargeras, his physical body imprisoned deep within Antorus, but his soul escaped, its seeds scattered throughout the universe, including Azeroth, awaiting the chance of resurrection."
Vandel's mind was in turmoil, and Bigglesworth reminded him, "Besides the Titans of the Pantheon, who can teach the Night Elves to use Fel?"
"Lord Illidan?" Vandel took a step back. "This is impossible."
Bigworth paused, then reminded him:
"Countless lies have intertwined to form the current situation, and it is difficult for those in the thick of it to see through the truth."
"But even with a flawless plan, there are still some flaws. For example, mastering Fel doesn't actually require sacrificing one's eyes. Look at that Burning Legion soldier who lost his eyes."
Vandel looked somewhat dazed and asked, "Is he worried that we'll see through his disguise?"
"No, it's to control your thoughts?"
Vandel didn't understand at first, but after a long while, he suddenly realized.
Having lost their sight, their bodies become incomplete, and they experience a psychological void, requiring them to depend on others.
This is why the Illidari are most loyal to Illidan.
When Vandel's eyes regenerated, his mind was clearer than before, and he thought of a question:
"I remember the Draenei entered the Broken Abyss more than 20,000 years ago, and the Sundering of Azeroth occurred 10,000 years ago."
Bigglesworth smiled faintly, "We didn't arrive before the Draenei. We've been living here for tens of thousands of years before the Draenei came."
Vandel was silent for two seconds. "Spacetime distortion?"
Bigworth said, "That's exactly right."
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